Whoa... review city! I can't believe how strong the response was for the first chapter! Thanks SO much everyone!

I'll apologize though, this chapter didn't have any natural breaks so it's kind well... long. But I still think it can be read in one sitting!

Also I made a MASSIVE error last chapter. I used the wrong rank structure for the SEALs in the last chapter. It only happened once as I'm using thier nicknames or last names for the story but I've since made the correction and if I use their full titles again I'll make sure to use the right ranks.

Anyway, thanks again and on with the show!

Oz


Grace was an angel, a beautiful little keiki who'd been raised right and had always been nothing more than great. Her sunshine smile combined with her father's wit and mother's poise made her one of the prettiest smartest girls out there. To see her so broken, so damaged when her father wasn't able to be there for her... was heartbreaking.

Even for a tough Navy SEAL, Steve couldn't stop the tears from misting his eyes as he stepped into Grace Williams's hospital room.

He'd taken a pause outside the room to swallow his rage before arranging his priorities. Once he'd calmed down at hearing Grant's words he told the SEAL team to head to Five-0 HQ where Chin would meet them and immediately they could open an investigation. Chin had tried to apologize saying he shouldn't have taken HPD at their word that it was a simple accident but Steve wouldn't hear it.

"You were focused on Grace and Danny, who you should have been," Steve had said. "Now that we know, we can make it right." Then after another breath he'd walked through the door and nearly lost his lunch.

He barely even registered Kono and Rachel before approaching the damaged little girl on the much too big hospital bed. Her arm and leg were in casts that dwarfed both appendages and she had a neck brace on as well as a tube coming out of her chest. Never mind the other wires and IVs, the child looked more machine and plaster than girl.

"Jesus," Steve repeated the sentiment of when he'd first found out.

"Believe it or not the doctor's do say she's getting better," Rachel said with a croak.

"She's right boss, the doc was in here two hours ago and said he's really happy with how well she's healing," Kono added. Steve shuddered, he couldn't help it, Grace just looked so "un-Grace", no wonder Danny had lost his mind.

"N'ka Se've?" Steve was shocked, truly shocked when Grace's drug hazed eyes opened and looked at him. They were mere slits but they were open. The SEAL quickly got to the girl's side and took her good hand in his.

"Hey Gracie," he said smiling as wide as he could. "Looks like you got a little roughed up, sweetheart but the doctors say you'll be doing cartwheels in no time. I still have to train you for that marathon remember?" Grace's lips quirked into a tired smile.

"Member," she slurred. Then the smile fell and she clutched Steve's hand with surprising strength. "Nka Se've... Whrs D'no?" Steve's gut flip-flopped, he glanced at Kono and Rachel who both looked like they'd already answered the question a thousand ways and a thousand times. Clearly it was Steve's turn so her turned back to the girl and leaned in with a smile.

"Gracie you know your Danno loves you right?" He asked. Grace grunted but nodded as best she could. "And you know he'd be here if he could yes?" Again another weak nod. "He's got some bumps and bruises of his own that are being taken care of but I know the second he's able he'll be right back here with you to make sure you're okay before getting back to catching the bad guys. I promise you Grace, I'm going to protect you and your dad okay?"

"Kay," Grace murmured. Then it seemed the fight had left her as her eyes drifted shut and her breathing evened out. Sure she was asleep; Steve stood and finally let the frown darken his face before finally turning to the other women in the room.

"Kono, an HPD detail is coming in for both Grace and Danny, I want you to stay with Grace while I go check on Danny," Steve ordered. Both Kono and Rachel's eyes widened as they stood.

"Why do we need HPD, Commander?" Rachel asked. Steve glanced at the slumbering girl then ushered the woman just outside the door.

"I'm still technically on exercise and brought the SEAL team I've been training with back with me," Steve explained. "As part of their training they need to go over an incident site, road side bomb or car accident, doesn't matter."

"You sent them to Danny's crash sight?" Kono asked. Steve nodded.

"Just got a call from my LT on sight, apparently the accident wasn't an accident," Steve told them. "Someone tried to kill Danny and Grace." Rachel paled as she put a hand to her mouth in horror while Kono just looked shocked.

"Who would want to kill Grace?" Kono blurted out.

"I don't know but I intend to find out," Steve nodded. "Chins already working with my guys..." He paused as he took a moment to put a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "I will make someone pay for this Rachel, you have my word."

"Do you think Daniel knew?" She asked quietly. For a moment Steve was a bit confused before the woman went on. "Do you think that's what has him so... Upset? Perhaps he knew... Knew someone tried to kill him while his daughter was in the car?"

"I don't know Rachel," Steve replied honestly. "But I'm here now so maybe I can find out, okay?" Rachel nodded.

"We may not be married anymore but I still care for the man Commander," she replied. "For the sake of our daughter, I hope you can make sense of all this." Steve wasn't really able to come up with an answer to that so instead he nodded before giving a pointed "watch them" look to Kono before heading off to the psych ward.

As he was buzzed through the psych ward door, Steve took yet another steadying deep breath. Sure he and Danny razzed each other about being crazy all the time but never once had they genuinely thought the other capable of being insane.

'He's not,' Steve mentally scolded himself. 'He's suffered a severe trauma, nothing he can't come back from.' Or so the SEAL desperately hoped. Danny's crazed noises from earlier were still ringing in his ears.

As he approached the main desk he was intercepted by the same doctor from earlier with the cut now stitched up on his face.

"Commander McGarrett, my names Dr. Huama. I'm sorry about earlier I'm sure you can appreciate the delicacy of me treating my patient's first," the Dr apologized. Steve gave a nod; he could see in the man's eyes he was genuinely apologetic for being so abrupt during their first meeting. Being injured probably didn't help either.

"Don't worry about it doc; can you tell me what's going on with Danny? He's got a little girl that really wants to see him right now," Steve asked. The doctor waved Steve to follow him before starting to speak.

"Obviously the detective..."

"Danny, call him Danny."

"Danny then, sometimes when our bodies suffer a severe psychological trauma as well ad physical our brain can put things together in an odd way," Dr. Huama explained. "In the case, with Danny's concussion and experiencing the trauma of seeing his daughter so badly injured, I believe he's suffered a mental break with reality."

"Doc the man you're taking about is tough as nails," Steve couldn't help but say. "He's been a detective longer than I've been a Navy SEAL and probably seen more horrors than you can shake a stick at. Yes he's protective of his daughter, probably over protective, but what you're suggesting... It doesn't make sense. Danny wouldn't go off the rails like this knowing his daughter would need him strong." Dr. Hauma stopped and looked at Steve with a sympathetic smile.

"You know this is the forth time I'm having this conversation?" He said gently.

"I don't doubt that, we're Danny's family as his blood relatives," Steve explained. "The man we know wouldn't just... Snap."

"I don't know what to tell you Commander, other than the truth," the doctor replied. "His preliminary blood work showed no toxins, there's no evidence of swelling or bleeding on the brain that may cause a mood change. I've had other consults in on this and by every text book definition, he's suffered a break." A tint voice in Steve's brain kept telling him to ignore the doctor's words, they could be right.

"You ordered another blood test," he challenged. "Yes, to make sure the cocktail of antipsychotic drugs we're giving him is balancing well with the sedatives we're administering. The fact that Danny doesn't seem to be turning a corner with rest and medication is concerning. As is his new tendency to get violent." As the doctor spoke he pointed to the gash on his cheek. There was no denying what he was being told but it was still so hard for Steve to believe.

"I'd like to see him if I can?" He asked rather than keep arguing.

"Of course, this way," the doctor nodded.

They travelled past a few doors before stopping as the doctor put his hand on the door.

"I ask you don't stay long at least until we can stabilize his medication," the doctor explained. "And I warn you, it can be hard to see a friend or loved one like this but everything we are doing his for his health and nothing else."

"Got it, thanks doctor," Steve nodded. As the doctor continued on his way, Steve steeled his nerves then entered his partner's hospital room.

"Oh... Danny..." Steve whooshes out when he saw the state of his partner. Danny lay, pale as a ghost with his ankles and wrists restrained to the sides of the bed with soft cuffs. He had a gaze taped to his forehead and various small cuts and bruises on what skin Steve could see as well as IVs in both arms.

He approached the bed quietly in case Danny was well and truly asleep. It wasn't necessary it seemed as the second Steve reached the bed side Danny's bloodshot tired eyes opened and looked at him.

"St...eve?" The man croaked. The SEAL reacted almost the same as he had for Grace, he smiled and leaned in a bit.

"The one and only," he replied. "What's going on Danno? Talk to me." Danny let out an odd grunt before twisting a bit in his restraints and letting loose another animalistic noise.

"Whyr y'here?" The detective slurred. Steve's smile wavered but stayed in place.

"You'd do the same for me if I got in a car accident buddy," he replied. For a moment Danny just blinked sleepily at Steve; then his brow furrowed and Steve instantly grew concerned.

"Car... 'cident?" Danny questioned.

"Yeah, Danny, it's been just over a week since it happened. Do you remember?" Steve asked gently. This wasn't the man he knew and it was starting to scare him.

"Member...n'member..." Danny slurred then he grunted and moaned and once again tested the bonds of his restraints, this time however he didn't stop. "Gr'cy..." He grunted.

"Hey come on, easy now Danno, she's okay, I promise you she's okay," Steve tried. Thankfully Danny calmed down a bit seeming to accept this. For his part Steve started to relax only to have the man huff, grunt then said out of the blue; "Coffee."

That stumped the SEAL for a second before he tried to get more.

"I don't think you need coffee, Danny," he tried to joke. "Maybe when you're-"

"Coffee! COFFEE!" Danny barked clearly aggravated. "Coffeeeeeee!" He hollered at the top of his lungs. All Steve could do was watch in stunned silence as his best friend degraded into animalistic yelps, grunts and hollers while struggling wildly in his restraints.

A beat later and the doctor plus two nurses came running in. The doctor ordered a sedative and as the nurse brought the needle into Danny's line of sight Steve saw something.

It was only for a second, but the SEAL was sure he'd seen it, Danny clearly saw the needle coming and in that moment after his eyes locked on Steve's. Split second or not, Steve clearly saw his partner, the lucid man he knew, begging for help.

"Wait, wait!" But it was too late, by the time Steve found his voice the drugs had been administered and his partner slumped back to the bed unconscious.

"Time's up Commander," Dr. Hauma ordered practically shoving the man from the room.

"I saw him, Danny gave me a look, he's in there!" Steve exclaimed. "Doc you have to test him again for whatever you can. He looked at the needle and then at me. He doesn't need drugs!"

"Commander, as a sibling myself I can appreciate the bond you share with your partner and the want to do anything for him, maybe even see things that just aren't there," Dr. Hauma sighed. "But as a medical professional I need YOU to appreciate I'm doing everything in my power to help Danny. If I believed the drugs weren't helping him I would be the first one to stop them immediately and safely. Can we get on the same page with that?" Steve sighed heavily and nodded but still, he knee Danny, he KNEW him so he had to try once more.

"I understand doc, but please... I'm begging you, BEGGING you to do me this one favor," Steve tried. "The car accident is looking like a potential attempted homicide so we need the absolute clear facts. "I" need the absolute clear facts and of you come back to me and tell me my partner is well and truly mentally ill, I won't ask you ever again. Please, doc... Please?" Dr. Hauma looked like a man who put his foot down and nailed it there. Medical had to be tough for situations exactly like this; families hoping for something that wasn't there.

But Steve matched his serious gaze pound for pound and finally the doctor rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest.

"Alright Commander, you win," he replied. "I'll redo his original tests, MRIs, blood analysis, the works; why? Because I'm trusting a man of your caliber isn't a hysterical mother or father but a caring professional. That and dressed the way you are, I'm afraid you'd shoot me if I said no," he joked lightly. Steve let the tension ease from his shoulders a bit and gave the man a smile and a nod.

"Trust that instinct," he joked back. The doctor snorted then walked away grabbing a nurse and issuing instructions for Danny's care.

Confident his friend was in good hands, Steve switched gears. He waited just long enough for Danny's HPD detail to show up before giving instructions and quickly making his way as fast as possible to Five-0 HQ.

Once there he wasted no time pulling the doors open and storming up to the group gathered around the smart table. Needless to say the other SEALs naturally parted on either side flanking their Commander perfectly while Chin and Kono stood at either end.

"I need something I can point a gun at," Steve growled.

"I love it when you talk dirty sir," Grant smirked.

"Careful Grant, remember he loaded up with real bullets on the way over here," Kato chuckled. Dax joined in the chuckling only to come under scrutiny from that infamous intense stare.

"Gentlemen." It was one sternly barked word from Steve that instantly had the SEALs serious and ready.

"Draco found it actually, like I told Chin, the stain on the front seat is all wrong," Grant replied. Chin brought up the accident photos and zoomed in on the driver's side car seat. There was clearly a stain there that was blocked in parts undoubtedly from where Danny sat.

"HPD figured the spill happened after the accident but your man noticed the spill was actually splattered slightly to the bottom left of the seat," Chin explained. "Now they were hit on the back passenger side... The splatter should have been..."

"To the side and right," Steve said. "Okay so he spilt coffee sometime before the accident."

"Directly before," Draco appeared from Kono's office waving one of Five-0's computer tablets. With the precision of an expert he lobbed his hand across the small screen bringing up a video on the main screen. "First off according to the HPD report the coffee was still damn when they arrived and then there's this… a camera from a bank a block down caught everything."

"How did you get this? Everywhere HPD canvassed said there were no camera's that caught the accident," Kono asked.

"HPD doesn't know how to hack a Navy satellite and access any stored video footage from any digital device from the last three months," Draco said with a wily grin. "Turns out our bank manager on the second floor didn't trust the security company who was dropping off and picking up cash every day."

"Anything we see on this tape will be inadmissible in court," Chin said channeling his inner Danny. Draco shrugged, not the least repentant.

"Yeah but my CO said he wants something to shoot at, I'd rather it not be me so I'm getting him what he needs to aim in the right direction," he replied. "Ain't a nice way, but it's a good way."

"Play the tape," Steve ordered. Draco did as he was told without another word drawing slightly impressed glances from Chin and Kono. It was different with Five-0, they worked as a team, coworkers in a law enforcement agency; SEALs had a leader who they followed to the letter and that was the end of it.

On the screen Steve saw the familiar Camaro come the intersection with ease. It looked like Danny had just taken a sip of the mug in his hand before jerking back and realizing it. One hand waved around as he glanced down before looking forward again and started to bring the car to the side of the road. That was the moment when out of a near by driveway a large SUV came roaring forward slamming into the back part of Danny's car. Steve forced himself to watch the video ignoring his flip-flopping gut at watching something so terrible knowing his friend and niece were in that car.

Draco stopped the video and put his tablet down.

"There was a large construction site on the other side of the road Commander. A site that only had a wire fence blocking the street from a twelve foot drop onto concrete and protruding rebar," he explained. "Accounting for size of vehicles, velocity that both were traveling or your partner's car SHOULD have been travelling; the Camaro should have gone into that site."

"If he hadn't spilt his coffee," Grant huffed in disbelief. Steve's spine stiffened and he stood taller, all four of the SEALs around him mirrored the intense pose waiting for orders.

"Steve what is it?" Chin asked.

"Danny," Steve replied. "When I saw him at the hospital he kept saying "coffee"."

"You think it means something?" Kono asked.

"Danny's a cop through and through," Steve said. "Even if he was losing it, which I still don't entirely believe he is, he'd still find a way to get through to us. It can't be a coincidence it's the only word he managed to get out… Where are we on the driver of the SUV?"

"The guy blew a blood alcohol so far over the limit HPD took him straight to booking," Chin replied. Steve shook his head; that was unacceptable.

"I want him here, now," he ordered. "Kato, you, Chin and Grant go down to impound and go over the SUV and the Camaro with a fine tooth comb. Take them apart if you have too," Steve ordered. "I don't care what HPD's report says I want my own report from you three. Kono, you and Dax go back over witness statements, hell go back to the site and get NEW witness statements. Now that the nature of the incident has changed maybe someone will remember something they didn't think was important at the time. Draco, you're with me."

"Orders sir?" the man asked. Steve looked at him and decided as serious as the situation was, Chin and Kono weren't used to such intensity and the mood needed to be lightened just a bit.

"You're the scariest of this bunch so I want you with me in the interrogation room," he replied. The group seemed to collectively drop their shoulders a little reminding Steve he needed to tone it down once and a while.

"Can do, sir," Draco grinned with a little too much excitement. "To bad I had to check my rifle back in Cali, would have loved to have that strapped to my back right now." Steve smiled before turning to Kono.

"You mind giving him a loaner?" he asked. Kono laughed before trotting over to the weapons locker and pulling out one of her own sniper rifles, she expertly checked the chamber and made the weapon ready before slapping in a clip and putting it on safe. That done, she walked back over to Draco who was slack jawed and wide eyed.

"Something wrong?" Kono asked handing him the rifle.

"Marry me," the SEAL replied in awe. Everyone, even Steve, allowed themselves a short chuckle before heading their separate ways to find out what exactly had happened on the roads that tragic day.

A short while later, Steve stood with his arms crossed in the windowless interrogation room as a short stocky middle aged Hawaiian man was led in by HPD and cuffed to the metal chair. Steve gave the officer a nod who headed back to the door starting slightly when he caught site of Draco half hidden in the shadows in the farthest corner of the room. The officer looked like he was going to say something but thought better of it and quickly made his escape.

"Mr. Lawai'a Aukai would you like to explain to me why you were drunk and behind the wheel at ten o'clock in the Thursday before last?" Steve asked.

"I was thirsty," Aukai replied. Steve raised an eyebrow and that's when he heard it, a click of a safety switching off and then on again. While Aukai glanced at the shady figure in the corner Steve didn't even turn around. He knew Draco was doing what he did best… playing mind games.

"Thirsty? People get thirsty they drink some water," Steve carried on. "They don't put back enough whiskey to see double and then try and murder a police detective and his daughter." Now Aukai's eyes went wide as they nervously glanced between Draco, who's clicking hadn't stopped and Steve.

"I didn't try and murder anyone! It was an accident!" he exclaimed.

"The evidence says otherwise," Steve replied. "In fact, I think you got drunk on purpose because you needed the liquid courage to kill a decorated officer. Isn't that right Aukai?"

"No!" the man snarled. "It was an accident! That's all it was, nothing more! You're just talking story because you and your dark friend over there want someone to nail to the wall. I'm an alcoholic, I'll admit that and I got carried away but I didn't try and kill no one!" Finally the clicking stopped, Steve listened, heard Draco shuffle before the man emerged from the shadows. It took everything Steve had nod to laugh as SEAL teammate's eyes were wide and unblinking, a perfectly crazed look that only that man could pull off.

Instantly Aukai looked more than nervous he was scared.

"See Aukai, my friend here doesn't like it when people lie to him," Steve said. "I mean, he's basically a human lie detector isn't that right Draco?"

"Lying is bad," Draco grunted out.

"I'm not ly- EEP!" When the cuffed man went to protest again, the move happened so quickly Steve almost missed it. Suddenly Draco was inches from Aukai's face, the SEAL turned his head slowly to the side and his unblinking eyes narrowed just so.

"Talk," he growled.

"Some guy paid me four hundred bucks to sit in the SUV and drink!" Aukai blurted out all at once. "I didn't have a key, I wasn't driving!"

"You expect us to believe that?" Steve chuckled; Half at the absurdity of the answer and half at Draco's antics.

"No!" Aukai snarled. "I've already got three DUI's, I figure I'd take the lump and not have you cops thinking I'm making things up just to get out a prison but it's the truth! Check my wallet, it ain't all there but do I look like a guy that carries around a wad of cash?"

"You look like a guy who doesn't like the law that much," Draco snarled. He leaned in even closer practically touching the prisoner's sweaty forehead with his own. "You look like a man who likes to lie… I don't like that. You tried to kill a little girl, I like that even less. Answer the man's question again, do you, expect us, to BELIEVE that?" By now Aukai was literally shaking in fear but still he tried not to show it on his face.

"It's the truth… and now I want a lawyer!" he squeaked. Draco instantly backed off when Steve put a hand on his shoulder and nodded him towards the door. Once the "lawyer card" had been played, as much as Steve wanted to continue he knew Danny would be screaming at him to stop.

Outside the interrogation room, Draco's face morphed into a happy as you please, not a care in the world smile as he blinked innocently at Steve. The Commander snorted and shook his head in disbelief.

"You wanted scary," Draco shrugged.

"Scary, not American-psycho," Steve replied. His fellow SEAL rolled his eyes in a "whatever" gesture just as the Commander's phone rang.

"McGarrett," he answered.

"Commander it's Doctor Hauma. I can hardly believe this but… it looks like you may be right about Danny."

"What?" Steve said clutching his cell a little bit tighter. There was a huff of incredulity over the phone before the doctor continued;

"There's a possibility Danny's breakdown wasn't psychological at all but induced chemically," he explained. "And Commander, whoever did this had to have access to some highly potent, highly illegal narcotics the likes of which I rarely see." Steve nearly crushed the phone in his hand; things just kept getting stranger and stranger.

"How long 'til you're sure?" he asked.

"We're flushing his system completely," Dr. Hauma replied. "Within 12 hours we should know for sure."

"Okay, thanks doc, I mean that," Steve replied. After saying goodbye to the man Steve took a deep breath and let it out again he turned to Draco only to realize the man had answered his own cell phone at some point.

"Yeah okay… alright, I'll let him know," Draco nodded. He hung up his phone and gave Steve an almost crazed look.

"What the hell kind of super bad guys to you Five-0 guys manage to piss off, Commander?" he questioned.

"Why?" Steve asked.

"That was the lieutenant," Draco replied. "They found a small microchip in the engine and a second in the steering mechanism. Someone literally turned that SUV into a giant remote control car. Aukai may actually be telling the truth sir."


Told you it was long but are you intrigued? LOL

As always reviews are loved and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Oz