A/N: This is just a short anecdote I thought of one day and finally decided to write down. Hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Hawaii 5-0 or the characters thereof.


Steve's breaths were coming faster and faster as he sprinted down the narrow sidewalk, avoiding pedestrians as well as he could, trying to keep sight of the figure running ahead of him. He pushed his feet harder against ground, willing them to carry him even faster as he raced to catch the suspect. Steve wasn't about to let this guy out of his grasp, not when he was so close.

The commander had lost track of Danny several blocks back and hadn't stopped to think about it. He knew his partner could take care of himself, and if Danny had fallen behind, Steve could find him after the suspect was out of the picture.

The next few seconds went by in slow-motion for Steve.

They had turned the corner into an alleyway because the road dead-ended. The man Steve was chasing turned his head to see if he was still being followed. The second he turned back to face forward, his face collided with a door that opened out of nowhere and he hit the ground with a thud, unconscious.

Steve almost tripped over the body, but caught himself just in time, skidding to a halt. He leaned over to catch his breath and then looked back up to thank whoever had opened the door just at the right time, which had saved him the trouble of taking the guy down.

Shock covered Steve's features as he looked up into the twinkling blue eyes of his partner.

"Danny! What…how did…?" Steve spluttered, as he tried to form a coherent sentence. "Where did you come from?"

The blond detective smiled brightly, laughter flashing in his eyes. "Well, if you must know, Super-Seal, I came through the door that I just took that guy out with." He paused for effect and waved one hand at the opening with a look of mock seriousness. "Or did you not just see that awesome apprehension of a runaway suspect?"

When Steve didn't answer, Danny's face morphed into real concern. "Are you okay, babe? You're starting to scare me with your "confusion face"."

Steve just shook his head and asked with a bewildered expression, "Yes, but, how did you get here? I mean, you were right behind me!"

"Well, that's the easy part, Steven," Danny said slowly, the smile back on his face. "After a couple blocks back," he explained, hiking a thumb over his shoulder, "I decided that there didn't need to be two of us in a dead run after the guy, especially since you're faster than me in a sprint." He shrugged and bought his hand back down. "So, I stopped and oriented myself. There's a small alley back a little ways that angles out to the adjacent street, which in turn angles to cut off the street we were running on." While he talked, Danny used his hands to show how the area formed a sort of triangle. "I happen to know the owner of this bar," gesturing to the faded sign above the door that read Ahulani's, "from when I was at HPD. My partner I stopped here all the time when we were off duty. He kindly let me use his back door to stop Mr. I-think-I-can-get-away, here, from escaping." Danny shrugged again and nudged the now groaning man on the ground with his foot.

Steve was utterly amazed at this simple tactic, and felt stupid for never thinking about it before. "But…I…" he stuttered off into speechlessness.

Danny smiled serenely at the tall, dark-haired man. "You, Steven, may be the terror of the island, able to be a superhero in mountains, jungles, and seas, but the streets?" And here his smile turned into a smirk as he bent down to book the suspect. "The streets are my territory."


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