A/N: This story is dedicated to my close friend and mentor June who passed away suddenly at the end of April. It was about half written at the time and I wasn't sure I could finish it. Then my husband told me if I didn't finish it June would be disappointed in me. It has not been beta'd as that was June's roll. So I hope you'll forgive any mistakes I may have missed.

Summary: Danny's had enough of Steve putting everyone around him in danger.

Disclaimer: Hawaii Five-0 and its characters belong to CBS. However the plot and any mistakes are mine.

Chapter One

Their day had been great up until this point. The weather was perfect, the sky a beautiful blue, the water warm and inviting. They'd spent the whole Saturday at the beach, surfed and generally had fun. Danny had been able to relax and not worry about Steve jumping into something without thinking. More importantly he'd thought Steve had relaxed as well. But now, as Steve was driving them home, everything went wrong.

They exited the beach parking lot and drove towards Steve's house at a leisurely pace. Then Steve noticed Brendan Frisk, their scumbag of the week, drive by them. Danny knew that Steve, being Steve, he couldn't just call it in. No. He had to follow Frisk to see where he was going. Danny was mildly okay with that, as he'd called HPD for a unit to intercept Frisk, but then two blocks later Frisk spotted them.

Suddenly they were in a high speed chase.

"Wow, wow, wow Steve. Slow down."

"No Danny he'll get away." Steve never took his eyes of the road and the car in front of them. "We've been looking for this guy for two day now and this is the first break we've had. Frisk killed those people. We know that. We have to bring him in."

The truck careened around a sharp right hand turn and Danny gripped the door tightly, he knuckles white.

"Stop the truck Steve. I mean it. Stop the truck right now."

"I can't do that or I'll lose him. Everything will be fine. I know what I'm doing."

Danny realised Steve was so focused on the car in front of them that he hadn't looked back. He hadn't looked in the back seat.

"You know what you're doing? YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?" Danny yelled. "If you knew what you were doing you wouldn't be driving like a mad man, WITH MY DAUGHTER IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR TRUCK." Danny waved his hand to indicate a very scared Grace sat on the seat behind Steve.

Danny knew that Steve was a safe driver. He'd been in enough high speed chases with him during the almost two years they'd been partners. Grace had never been in the vehicle with them though, until now, and this scared the hell out of Danny. What if they were to crash? While unlikely, it could happen. What if Frisk suddenly decided that he wanted to shoot at the truck following him? Definitely a possibility as far as Danny was concerned. Danny couldn't risk that, even if Steve thought he could.

Steve glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw just how scared Grace looked. Tears were streaked down her cheeks. She looked around as if she was trying to find somewhere she could hide. It was then that Steve realised he had to stop. Danny was right. He'd forgotten for the moment that Grace was in the vehicle. His only thought had been to catch Frisk.

Steve slowed down and pulled over to the curb. As soon as the truck stopped Danny jumped out and opened the back door. He climbed in the back, released Grace from her seatbelt and pulled her into a hug, whispered soothing words and rubbed circles on her back. Gradually Grace calmed down, so Danny picked up their stuff and they exited the vehicle.

Steve had turned and watched as Danny comforted his daughter. He'd been stupid. How had he forgotten that Grace was with them? What the hell had he been thinking? Well obviously he hadn't been thinking he chided himself, because if he had he'd never have taken off after Frisk while Grace was in the truck.

Danny had every right to be mad at him so he waited for the inevitable rant. The last thing he expected was for Danny to get out with Grace and all their stuff.

"Danny get back in I'll drive you home."

"We'll get a cab." Danny took Grace's hand, shouldered their bags, and walked away.

Steve just sat there and watched them go. He knew that Danny was mad beyond words because there'd been no rant. For Danny not to rant was bad, and now he thought about it, Danny hadn't been ranting at him much lately. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more Steve realised that something had been off with their relationship for the last while. Then why had Danny suggested they spend the afternoon together at the beach? Steve knew these thought would not solve anything, he'd have to talk to Danny, when, and if, he calmed down.

Steve put the truck in gear and drove off in the direction Frisk had been going, but he knew it would be useless, Frisk was long gone. The man was a cold blooded killer, they knew that. They had the evidence to prove Frisk had killed four tourists, just because he wanted their car. It was all caught on tape by a camera at a lookout on the Pali highway. The car hadn't been found, and it wasn't the car Steve had chased either. Steve knew he had to get this man or he'd never rest.

Danny and Grace arrived back at Danny's apartment in a cab. They hadn't spoken at all, but Grace still held his hand as tight as she could. Danny settled Grace on the couch then got them both a drink of water and sat down next to her.

"Are you alright now Monkey?"

"Danno I was so scared. Why did Uncle Steve drive like that? I thought we were going to crash." A small sob escaped as Grace finished.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. Uncle Steve forgot that you were there. He stopped though didn't he, as soon as he remembered?"

"Yes. But not until you yelled at him."

Danny sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. Truth be told he was still mad at Steve and he really wanted to yell at him some more. He'd thought that he could trust Steve with Grace's life, but now he knew he couldn't. As he looked at Grace sitting next to him Danny realised he had to set his own anger aside, for now, he needed to reassure her and get things back to normal.

"Well let's forget about it and figure out what we'll have for supper, now that we're not going to Steve's. Take out sound good?"

"We could still go if you want to Danno. I'm not scared anymore."

"I think it would be better if we stayed home Monkey. Let's go find those take out menus and order some food." He should have known Grace would forgive Steve, he just wished he could do the same.

So they stayed home for the rest of the weekend until Danny had to take Grace back to Rachel Sunday evening. Steve had tried to call Saturday evening, and Sunday afternoon, but Danny had ignored the calls. He was still unable to find any forgiveness, especially when he thought about all the stupid risks Steve had been taking lately. Not just with his own life, but with Danny's as well, and now with Grace. Ever since Jenna Kaye's betrayal, and death, in North Korea Steve had been more driven and impulsive. He'd always been quick to action, but now he seemed to leap without thought. Danny feared it was due to the torture he'd endured as well as be a witness to Jenna's death. He'd tried to talk Steve into seeing someone, but to no avail.

So Danny spent the rest of Sunday evening, and most of the night, trying to decide what he would do when he went in Monday morning. Finally at 3 am he went to bed knowing that, for now, he had to break away from Steve, he could no longer be his partner.

TBC

A/N: Thanks for reading. Reviews are always welcome.