Hawaii Five 0

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Author's Note: Beware Finale Speculation. What I think could happen in the finale. But, I hope not.

Danny took a moment longer to hold his daughter. Her school year was over and Rachel was taking her on a vacation to see her grandmother in England.

"You be really good on the plane, do you have your DS?" Danny asked as he kneeled on the pavement.

"Yes, Danno," Grace smiled at her dad.

"Listen to your mom and have fun," Danny pulled Grace in for one more hug. He needed to get back to McGarrette, who was waiting patiently by the Camaro and Grace needed to get in her seat in her mother's car.

"I will, love you Danno." Grace climbed in the backseat and buckled her seat belt. Danny closed the door, waving as they pulled away.

Danny started to walk back to where Steve was waiting.

"What are you smiling for?" Steve quipped, his own smile in place.

"If you had a kid as wonderful as Grace, you'd smile a lot more, too." Danny answered, reaching the driver's side of his car. "Thanks for waiting, by the way."

"No problem," Steve answered.

The loud, shocking, sound of an explosion washed over the two men. The force of the explosion, knocking both men down. A piece of metal landing on the hood of Danny's Camaro. They slowly got to their feet, hands touching their heads. Danny's came away with blood.

As one, they turned toward the source of the explosion. The Mercedes.

Rachel's Mercedes.

"NOOOOO!" Danny screamed, running towards the car that held his family.

"DANNY!" Steve took off after Danny, pushing his legs as fast as he could. Danny ignored him, running full tilt for the Mercedes.

Steve made a flying tackle that brought both him and Danny down to the ground. Danny fell face down, Steve on top of him. He immediately turned over and tried to push Steve off.

"Danny," Steve dodge a fist. "Danny, it's too late." Steve wrapped both arms around Danny's chest, as Danny once again tried to get to the car. Steve pulled Danny tight, until Danny's back was pressed to Steve's chest.

The car was completely engulfed.

"GRACE!" Danny yelled, trying to get out of Steve's iron grip. He wrenched his body forward hard, still trying to get to Grace.

"Danny, stop," Steve fought to keep a tight grip on his partner. Danny seemed stronger than ever and Steve had his hands full with trying to keep Danny from getting any closer to the flames that engulfed the car.

"Grace!" Danny tried to twist out of Steve's grip.

"Danny, please," Steve begged, pulling both of them off their knees and to their feet.

"My baby," Danny whispered, all the fight leaving his body. His legs buckled and he would've hit the ground if not for Steve's arms still holding him. But, now the arms that had restrained him were the only thing keeping him from hitting the ground.

Steve slowly turned Danny into his chest, his face away from the flames.

A firetruck had arrived, along with ambulances. Steve knew he needed to get Danny out of there before bodies could be seen.

"Let's go, Danny." Steve pulled Danny toward the Camaro.

"You guys alright?" An EMT asked.

"We're going to the hospital," Steve told the EMT as he tightened his grip an Danny. "I'll take him."

Steve eyed the cut on Danny's forehead. It had already stopped bleeding, but he knew Danny was in shock.

Steve manuevered Danny into the passenger seat. Then moved to the driver's side. Once in, he gave Danny a critical look. His partner looked bad.

"Everything's going to be ok," Steve told Danny, feeling inside, that he was lying.

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