Summary: Danny was up all night with a sick Gracie. Was coming into work a good thing?
Author's Notes:The characters of Hawaii Five-0 do not belong to me, and I do not own the rights to them (sadly). :( I just like playing with them. ;) ...All ideas belong to Angel Estrada at Stokes Fanficz/Danno50HPD on Twitter (and McGarrett's dialogue for the first and second chapters was written by SMcGarrett50 on Twitter), so please don't plagerize! ...Oh yeah, and this is completely un-beta'd. :) Rated T for traumatic scenes. Feedback (As well as Con-Crit) is very much welcomed. :) P.S. This is my very first H50 fic, so please be nice! :)

Danny cocked his head, mumbling, "Are you serious?" under his breath, as he watched his superior start to exit the building. "Care to elaborate?" McGarrett was already outside. "Oh, now you're going to make me run. This is just wonderful." Danny shook his head and jogged out to the car, getting in.

McGarrett got in the car without answering his question. He looked at Danny as he got in the passenger side of the vehicle, keeping a straight face.

"Multiple people collapsed on the beach unexpectedly. That's all we know so far." Danny was no sooner buckled, and McGarrett sped down the road.

"So, wait," Danny's eyes narrowed out of curiosity, "you're telling me that people are collapsing out of nowhere on the beach, and you're driving us to that location like this? What if- What if this is biological? Shouldn't we be wearing HAZMAT suits? Or better yet, shouldn't we let HAZMAT handle this? I get that you're a superSEAL and all, but I'm not. Okay? I'd like to actually make it through this day, Steven, and not be one of those bodies that are laying on the beach right now, because you know how much I hate the beach! That's definitely not the way I want to go!"

McGarrett looked over at him, suppressing a smirk.

"Are you done? Are you done, Daniel?" He shook his head, wondering how gullible his partner could be and how much complaining he can actually do. "HAZMAT is already checking the area. By the time we get there, we'll know if we need suits. Shut up and relax, Danny. Why don't you try taking a nap until we get there?"

Danny glared at his partner.

"This is funny to you? I'm sorry, but I really don't want my last breath to be on a beach!" He rubbed his face with his hands, clearly agitated, listening as McGarrett continued. "Okay," he held up one finger, "stop right there, and replay what you just said. You expect me to sleep- with the way you drive?"

"You going to complain about my driving again?" McGarrett abruptly stopped the car in the middle of the street, vehicles honking their horns behind them. "Why don't you drive then?" He looked over at Danny.

Danny sunk slightly in his seat as the horns started honking.

"Will you just drive... please?" The weary man exhaled and propped his elbow on the door, resting his head on his hand, eyelids getting heavy.

"Are you sure? I can start driving now?" McGarrett went to turn the key, but stopped to look back at Danny. Eventually, he started the car and headed toward the beach again.

Danny turned his head tiredly and glared at McGarrett in response, holding his gaze before turning his head back towards the window. Slowly, he drifted off into a light sleep.

McGarrett noticed that Danny's eyes were closed, and that there was a strong possibility that he was already asleep. A few minutes passed, and they pulled onto the beach. As McGarrett quickly pulled into a parking spot, he hit the breaks hard; a grin appearing on his face.

"We're here." McGarrett exited the vehicle with a smirk.

Danny jerked forward aggressively, being forced back by his seatbelt. His eyes jolted open in a panic as he grabbed onto the door handle.

"What the hell are you doing?" Breathing heavily, he watched as McGarrett exited the vehicle. Danny put a hand on his head as he blew out a breath, talking to himself before he expunged himself from the car. "I'm gonna kill him. I swear to God, I'm gonna kill him." He blinked to adjust his eyes to the sunlight, and caught up with McGarrett.

McGarrett walked up to the non-chaotic beach, spotting Kamekona. He nodded at their larger friend as the man walked out with a tray of food.

"Danny would love to try your new shrimp omelet." McGarrett put a hand on his stomach. "I would, but I'm full." He smiled. "Go 'head and try it, Daniel."

Danny shook his head with a disgusted face.

"No thanks, I'm good." He turned to McGarrett. "So," he swept left to right in the air with one hand while the other was in his pocket, "Where are the bodies?" Danny squinted at his partner through the sunlight, annoyed.

McGarrett crossed his arms across his chest.

"Where are the bodies?" He half-smiled. "There are none. Kamekona needs a taste tester, so here we are. Eat up, Danno."

"There are none?" He stated out of annoyance more than questioned. Danny chuckled, unamused, shaking his finger at McGarrett, "That's funny." He listened as McGarrett continued. "A taste tester?" Danny turned toward Kamekona. "No offense, big guy, but I really don't have an appetite today. I do, however, appreciate the offer, but I'm sure my partner here has a little bit of room left in his stomach to give that- What did you say it was?" He listened as their friend repeated the dish, then nodded, repeating Kamekona, "-shrimp omelet- a taste." Danny eyed McGarrett.

McGarrett chuckled, nodding.

"You know what?-" He took a plate of the shrimp omelet, "I'll do it." McGarrett took a fork-full, hesitating before taking the bite. He chewed it slowly, then nodded his head again, pointing at the omelet with his fork. "Actually, it's not that bad." He looked at Danny. "Sure you don't want to try?"

Danny put his hand up, waving it off.

"No, I'm good." He looked away worriedly, then back at his partner. "I, uhh... I really need to call and check on Grace."