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Chapter Two

Danny knelt there in pain and shock, not wanting to believe that Steve could be buried under the rocks. But in his heart he knew that Steve would have run back to help him when he realised that Danny was in trouble. Steve would assume, as he had, that Collins would throw the grenade at Danny. If Danny had gone in with Steve they'd both have been at the back of the cave and away from the rocks. Trapped, maybe, but alive, not crushed under tons of rock like Steve surely was now.

"Danny?" It was so quiet that Danny missed it the first time. "Danny?" This time Danny looked up, not sure if he was really hearing his name or not. He saw some of the rocks over at the far side of the rock pile move. He crawled over as he didn't think he could stand up. His head was pounding and he felt a little dizzy too.

"Steve?" Danny pushed rocks away and soon had most of Steve uncovered. He lay on his stomach with his face turned away from Danny. As Danny moved the rocks from around him Steve pushed himself up on his elbows and turned his head and looked up. Danny couldn't help it. He needed to release the emotions that were boiling inside of him. He'd thought Steve was dead, now here he was, admittedly bruised and battered, but seemingly okay.

"You idiot! I saw you run back towards me. I thought you were dead, buried under that pile of rocks." Danny's right hand waved towards the rocks blocking the entrance to the cave, his left arm he held against his body. There were tears of relief in his eyes and he couldn't stop them from escaping.

"Idiot," he said again as he hit Steve on the arm. There was no real force behind it, however.

"I'm sorry Danny." Steve caught hold of Danny's hand. "I realised at the last second that Collin's would throw a grenade, most likely at the hillside over the cave, so I dove back over here." Steve tried to push himself up, but his legs were still buried by rocks. "Are you okay Danny?"

"Yeah. I got hit by some rocks, but I'm okay." Danny pulled his phone from his pocket. "Let's see if this'll work in here." After a few seconds he got an answer. "Chin. I found Steve. Yeah, he's okay." Danny listened a while then carried on, "I know I should have waited, but I had to find Steve." Danny listened some more. "Tell them to be careful. The rocks are very unstable." He hung up just as the rocks shifted and blocked the entrance. "Damn, now we really are trapped," Danny muttered.

"Call Chin back and see if everyone's alright Danny." Steve tried to move his legs out from the rest of the rocks without much success.

"Way ahead of you there," Danny had his phone already at his ear. "Chin, is everyone alright? Good. How long to get us out of here? What! Okay, do your best."

"So how long?"

"He doesn't know. They may need to bring in equipment. It could be a while."

"I heard what you said to Chin. So you came in here to find me without backup, Danny? Just curious."

"They were almost here when I came in." Danny looked sheepish.

"Aha. Wait for backup Steve. How many times have you said that to me Danny? I'll bet that Chin told you to wait for backup, didn't he?"

"He may have suggested I wait, yes."

"So, in your infinite wisdom, you decided you didn't need to wait and now you're trapped in here with me."

"Yep Steve, looks that way." Danny moved over and changed the subject as he helped Steve move the last of the rocks. "I can see the pain. So where are you hurt Super SEAL?"

Steve looked at Danny then shook his head as he went along with the change of subject.

"My whole left side, but I think it's just mostly bruises, Danny. My left leg really hurts. I think it may be broken. When we get these last two rocks moved we'll know."

Danny looked at the last two rocks. There was a big one partially on Steve's left leg and partially on a smaller rock.

"Okay, I'll push it up while you move your leg out. On three Steve," Danny got into position with his right shoulder against the larger of the rocks.

"Hey Danny, is that on the count of three? You know, like when we pulled our id's the first time we met?" Steve asked with a grin on his face.

"Yes you idiot," Danny also smiled, "on the count of three."

"One. Two. Three." At three Danny pushed as hard as he could, but he needed his left hand to stabilize the rock.

Steve pulled his leg free with a grunt of pain. Danny gasped as he let go of the rock. He fell on his right side and grasped his left upper arm.

"Danny what is it?" With a pained groan, Steve rotated himself so he was close to his partner and tried to move Danny's hand away so that he could look at his arm. "Let me see Danny."

"It's broken Steven. I think it was fractured, but when I used it to push the rock, that finished it off."

"Now who's an idiot, Danny? If I had my pack, there's a splint in there we could use." Steve eased himself back against the rock wall and pulled out his knife to cut open Danny's shirt sleeve. By the looks of Danny's arm it was definitely broken.

Danny pushed himself up and sat next to Steve as Steve used the knife to cut open his left pant leg.

"I'm sure my leg's broken too."

"Well. Then it's a good thing that I brought your pack with me. It's over there," Danny pointed back to where he'd entered the cave.

"I'll go get it," Steve had exposed his leg, which to Danny looked like one big bruise.

"You? You'll go get it? You have a broken leg, Steven. Look at it. At least all I have is a broken arm. I think I can go get the pack." With that, Danny slowly pushed himself to his feet, mindful of his painful body and head.

He retrieved the pack and was almost back to where Steve sat, when the world around him wavered and he staggered the last few of feet.

"Whoa. Whoa. Danny. Take it easy." Steve managed to catch hold of Danny before he fell and eased him down beside him.

"Sorry. Little dizzy there," Danny rested his head back against the rock wall with his eyes closed.

Steve took the pack from Danny and started opening pockets and removing supplies. Danny's arm was definitely broken. Steve could see a bump that told him where the break was.

"I'll have to set this before I put the splint on Danny. It'll hurt."

"Okay Nurse Rambo. Just do it," Danny growled. He hadn't opened his eyes since Steve had eased him down, and he looked pale.

"Okay. Well I need you to lie down. Here, I'll help you," Steve said as he turned Danny and helped him lay down.

"Wait! You should use the splint on your leg, Steve." Danny finally opened his eyes and looked at Steve.

"You need it more that I do, Danny. I'll wrap my leg, once I get your arm splinted. Ready?" While he'd been talking, Steve had positioned himself so that he could pull Danny's arm to set the bone back in place.

"No. I'm not ready, but do it anyway." Danny closed his eyes again. He didn't want to see any of this.

Steve pulled Danny's arm, which caused Danny to gasp in pain but he said nothing. While he put the splint on, Steve asked, "Why'd you use your arm to push the rock if you thought it was fractured?"

"What was I supposed to do? Leave you trapped under that rock? No I don't think so, Steven. Besides, it could have just been bruised."

Steve pulled bandages out of the pack along with a collapsible shovel. He used the handle to stabilize his leg then wrapped the bandages as tight as he could. Danny had opened his eyes and watched Steve work.

"You were headed back to the entrance because you thought I was in trouble, weren't you?"

"I left you out there alone, Danny. Collins would have killed you if he could. You shot him?"

"Did I shoot him? Of course I shot him Steve. He was hiding up under the body of his truck. That's how we missed him. By the time I saw him, he was already throwing the grenade, at me I thought, but no he threw it at the hillside."

"You mean that's how I missed him. I was the one who looked under the truck. I should have looked harder. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you about coming in here."

"Yeah, well I'm sorry I yelled at you." Danny shifted uncomfortably. "I should have come in with you then we'd have been trapped, but not hurt."

"I don't think so Danny. If you'd come in with me Collins would have thrown the grenade into the cave and we'd both be dead. I think that's what he wanted all along."

"To kill the members of Five-0?" Danny asked.

"No. To kill me. That's why he threw the grenade at the hillside and not at you. It's common knowledge that I was a SEAL. He failed the course. I think he wanted to prove he was better than a SEAL, or die in the process."

"So he killed the two HPD officers because he knew the governor would put us on the case and then he could draw you out and kill you?"

"Yes. That's what I think. But now he's dead we'll never know for certain."

Steve pulled a water bottle out of the side pocket of the pack, and along with a couple of pain pills, passed it to Danny.

"Here have a drink and relax. How's your head? Don't give me that look. I know it hurts."

"Yeah, well my arm stopped the rock from smashing my head in, but it still hit pretty hard." Danny took the pills and a few sips of water then set the bottle aside.

"I figured that out when you were dizzy. Any nausea or blurred vision?"

"No. Just the mother of all headaches," Danny lied. "What about you? How's your back? There were some really big rocks around and on top of you. You look a little pale."

"I look a little pale, Danny? Have you seen yourself lately?"

"Answer the question Steven,"

"My back hurts, and now my abdomen has started to hurt too."

"What? Take your vest off, Steve, and let me see," There was urgency in Danny's voice.

Steve attempted to remove his flak vest and Danny reached over with one arm and helped him, then eased Steve down.

Danny placed his hand on Steve's abdomen. He'd only applied a small amount of pressure, when Steve yelled in pain and batted his hand away.

"Are you trying to kill me, Danny? That really hurts."

"Sorry Steve. Can you turn on you side a little. I want to look at your back." With a groan and some help from Danny, Steve managed to roll onto his right side. Danny pulled Steve's shirt up to expose his lower back.

"Jeez Steve. This is bad. I think your spleen is ruptured."

"What? How do you even know that Danny? Are you a doctor now?"

"No Steve. I'm not a doctor. But I've seen this before. Back in Jersey, we were on a raid. One of the team, Vickers, was hit in the vest in the same location that you have a huge bruise forming. The bullet didn't penetrate his vest but the force of it ruptured his spleen."

"He was okay?"

"No. He thought he was okay and didn't seek medical help in time. He died Steve." Danny folded Steve's vest and put it under his head for a pillow. Then he covered Steve with an emergency blanket from the pack. The fact that Steve allowed him to do this without protest worried Danny.

"We need to get you out of here soon Steve."

TBC

A/N: Now Danny has to think of a way to save Steve. Will he? Yes because I don't write death fics. But how? You'll find out in the next chapter.