NA HALA A KA MAKUA - SINS OF THE FATHER

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or the characters.

A/N; Make sure to read chapter one first :)

CHAPTER TWO

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It happened in some sort of a daze. The force had knocked all the air out of Danny's lungs. He tried to catch his breath, but he was barely able to breathe. He could feel his heart go faster with each passing second. The daze ended quickly as a sharp pain flared through his entire body. He searched with his hand on his stomach and up to his chest. It felt like the bullet had shot right through him. He glanced at his palm, wondering if he would find blood there. As his hand was clean Danny stared down, still expecting to see a bullet hole. Only there was none, meaning there was no exit wound. The bullet was still inside him, doing God knows what kind of damage.

A warm and thick volume oozed through his fingers as he placed his hand on his back. Burning pain flared through his guts and the pain sharpened as he put pressure on the wound. Waves of tingling echoed and surged throughout his body. The time seemed to have stopped, but in reality it had just been a few seconds. "I'm okay… Don't worry," Danny hissed reassuringly. He slumped back into his seat, while he kept pressure with the back of his hand.

"DANNO?" Grace sounded desperate through the phone.

"It's okay, Grace. Don't worry. I love you, okay, monkey?" Danny croaked out, trying to hold himself together.

"That's it for now," Parrish ended the call without any remorse. "Keep driving, big guy."

"No. He needs help." Steve stared with big terrified eyes at his friend. His right wrist was restrained, so he tried to reach out with his left hand, without any success.

"Drive!" Parrish pressed the muzzle of his gun onto Steve's neck.

"Drive, Steve. I'm okay." Danny grunted. He leaned with his head against the headrest as beads of sweat covered his forehead.

Danny's facial color had drained and he clenched his jaw to ride through the pain. Steve didn't buy Danny for a second. He looked everything, but okay to him. Steve made eye contact with Parrish via the rearview mirror. "You're not getting away with this, you hearing me?" He snapped.

"Steven, shut up." Danny protested. He was not about to let Parrish put a bullet in his friend as well.

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HONOLULU – OAHU

"Okay, pull over," Parrish demanded after a few minutes. He waited until Steve parked the car on the abandoned parking lot. "Give me the keys," he ordered as Steve turned the engine off. Steve handed them over. "Now get out, blondie." Parrish bustled the gun against Danny's shoulder, which made Danny hiss in pain with the unexpected movement.

"Uncuff me and I'll get out." Steve shot a look over his shoulder. He thought it would be better if Danny remained seated. Danny had been shot in the back and Steve had no clue on what damage the bullet had done.

"You don't think I'm crazy, do you?" Parrish pressed the gun to the side of Steve's neck. Steve held up his hands, as far as he could with his right wrist still restrained onto the steering wheel. "You just stay where you are, so you can't come after me," he focused on Danny again. "Get out, blondie. Or do I need to call your daughter again and put a bullet in that head of yours?" Parrish threatened.

Danny grunted as he let out a harsh and sharp breath. "All right. All right," he glanced briefly at Steve before he pushed the passenger's door open. Moaning and biting his bottom lip as he did. Steve got a good look at the wound on his back. There was the usual garnet red hole that oozed thickly. His peacock blue checkered shirt was soaked with blood on his back. Steve wondered how much blood he already had lost. Danny's hand was covered with it as well. Danny stepped out of the car, but his legs weakened. He was able to break his fall by grabbing the doorpost of the car, making a strange twist. Danny slammed with his back against the side of the car and slid with his butt onto the ground. Leaving a blood smear on the small window of the backseat. A painful grunt followed as he slid on the ground.

"Danny?" Steve asked with a despaired need to know if his friend was okay or not.

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PARRISH'S DAUGHTER'S RECIDENCE – HONOLULU - OAHU

"Your father sent you these from prison?" Kono asked Parrish's daughter as she looked at a box full with unopened envelops. Before she could get an answer her cellphone rang. Looking at the caller ID she excused herself. "I'm sorry, just a minute."

Kono took a few steps back to take the call in private. "Hi Grace, is it okay if I call you ba-" She answered, but she got cut off as Grace rambled on the other side of the line. "Slow down, sweetie. What happened?" her heart dropped instantly when Grace repeated herself. "Okay, don't worry. I'm going to take care of it."

"Chin, we got to go. Danny's been shot." Kono urged and stared at her cousin with wide anxious eyes.

"What? Where?" Chin's brow furrowed.

"I don't know. Grace said Danny called her, but another man was on the other side of the line, saying he was a good friend of Danny. Then after a while she heard a gun shot." Kono explained quickly. The cousins locked eyes and they both understood how it happened.

"Parrish," Chin and Kono said in unison. They had to go right now. There was no time to lose. Without saying too much they rushed towards the car.

Chin called HQ. Catherine should be there, gathering information on Parrish. It felt like an eternity before the call connected. "Catherine, trace Steve and Danny's cellphones!"

"What's going on, guys?" Catherine asked confused while she traced their phones. "Their both off. Chin, what happened?" She sounded worried.

"Danny's been shot," Chin sighed with the idea of their friend fighting for his life or even worse. Dead. "Can you locate the Camaro?"

"Dammit," Catherine cursed as she worked on Chin's request. "GPS says it's on Arizona Street, Pearl Harbor-Hickam."

"All right, sent EMT to their location. We're heading over. Alert SWAT. Parrish shot Danny." Chin informed her as he took a turn on the road to head over to Arizona Street.

"Copy that." Catherine disconnected the call.

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ARIZONA STREET – HONOLULU – OAHU

Parrish had run away the minute Danny had gotten out of the car. He had taken the keys, his gun and Danny's cellphone with him. He had left Steve's and Danny's gun behind. Steve was trying to unlock the handcuff. "Danny? Talk to me, buddy." He asked worried, as he couldn't see his friend from where he was seated.

Danny's weak voice popped up. "Your phone? Does it work?" Steve could hear him grunt and moan under his breath and every word he had to say was exhausting.

"No, it doesn't. Parrish smashed it," Steve glanced at his shattered phone on the backseat. "Do you, by any chance, have the keys of the handcuffs with you?" He wondered, hoping Parrish hadn't taken them with him.

Danny searched his pockets. To his relief he found the keys. "I do," he didn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner, but he was glad Steve asked.

"Good! Good, can you give them to me?" Steve asked. Danny tossed them on the passenger's seat. "Hang on, it's going to be okay." Steve reassured as he unlocked the handcuff. He threw them on his seat and rushed out of the Camaro. He opened the trunk and grabbed Danny's gym bag. Danny kept some spare clothes in there, not knowing what the day would bring him.

"No, it's not. We can't call for help, no one's around. I'm going to die out here, aren't I?" Danny asked frightened. He wasn't able to keep good pressure on the bleeding gunshot wound with just the back of his hand. He tried, but it hurt, he was getting tired and breathing took more effort than it should. Even without any kind of medical degree he could tell it was bad.

While examining his injured partner, Steve dropped on his knees next to Danny. Danny was sloughed with his back against the car. His legs were stretched out on the ground. One hand behind his back trying to keep pressure, only looking at the size of the large blood pool, it didn't seem very helpful.

"You're not going to die, Danny," Steve tried to react as normal as possible. "Can you still feel everything?"

"Can I… seriously? If I couldn't feel any of this, I wouldn't be sitting here, don't you think so?" Danny hissed pissed off.

"All right, I get it. It's just that you got shot in the back and the bullet it still inside of you. So don't get up and try to stay calm, got that?" Steve demanded.

Danny nodded quickly, realizing what Steve really meant with his question. The bullet could've done some serious damages if it had hit his spinal cord.

Steve took in the situation once more. The amount of blood that was in a puddle on the ground worried him. "We should try to stop the bleeding." Steve pulled a shirt out of the gym bag. He helped Danny lean forward while he looked at Danny's back. Danny arched his back in pain while Steve pressed the shirt against the oozing wound. He leaned him back against the car, hoping the shirt would work for now. Pain lingered on Danny's face as he was taking shallow breaths.

"Think about Gracie." Steve tried to calm his friend.

"God. Grace," Danny stared desperate at Steve. Sadness clouded his features. "You think she heard the shot?" He panicked and almost chocked on his own words. He couldn't believe that it happened. He didn't want to anyway. He never thought he would go out like this. At least not with his daughter hearing him getting shot. Not in his worst nightmares. And this was just the beginning. That idea only made it worse. The shallow breaths changed into a cough fit, clenching his stomach as he gasped for air.

"Hey! Hey! I said, try to stay calm," Steve placed his fingers in the croak of Danny's neck to get a hold of his vitals. "Your heart rate is through the roof and you're bleeding like crazy." Steve stated as he looked around, trying to figure a way out to get his friend the help he needed. Only the pool of blood that still seemed to slowly enlarge distracted him. Looking at the size of the pool, Steve guessed Danny already had lost more than a liter of blood by now. Which was not a good sign.

Danny was able to take a few deep breaths as he calmed himself down. He was exhausted, but somehow the conversation he had with Grace popped up in his head. "I was a little hard on her, no? About punching the other kid." He had told Steve all about it on their way over to the courthouse this morning.

Steve looked around, still hoping to find help. Only they were located on an isolated part of the harbor. Not many people would come by here and if they would, they wouldn't be able to see them from the side of the road. He sighed and focused on his friend. "Don't worry, she'll get over it." Steve placed his hand sympathetically on Danny's shoulder.

"Not if it's the last thing we talked about." Danny trembled as a shiver ran down his spine. He felt cold, ice cold. It was actually all he could feel. Not the pain or the panic, no he was just freezing.

Steve could see his friend slipping away. Danny looked pale, clammy and there was the glisten of a cold sweat on his face. Shock was clearly setting in. "It will be not. I said it before, she's just as stubborn and loyal to a fault as you are. So you have to hang on, for her, she needs you, you understand?" He urged.

"You really know how to torture people, don't you?" Danny gave Steve a weak smile. It was the best he had to offer.

"Only the people I care about, buddy." Steve smiled back. He tried to fight against every dark thought that crossed his mind. Danny had made it this far, so there was no chance Steve would let him slip away. He had to think positive and figure a way to contact someone.

"I didn't think I heard you right." Danny teased. He tried to fight the darkness as his vision turned black around the edges.

"Your ears are perfectly fine." Steve snapped joyful. He noticed that Danny's eyes started to flutter. "Hey? Danny?" he asked with fear creeping into his voice. Danny's eyes slid shut. "Danny!" Steve shouted as he shook his best friend by his shoulders. Only Danny didn't answer him.

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ARIZONA STREET – HONOLULU – OAHU

"Danny, stay with me! Come on, man, you need to keep your eyes open." Steve gently shook Danny by his shoulders to get him to stay conscious. "Hey, Danno!"

"M-cold," Danny suddenly mumbled.

"I know. I know, buddy. You lost a lot of blood, but you need to hold on," Steve glanced worried at Danny. He was eased that Danny managed to say something, but he needed to stay focused. Steve gently leaned Danny a bit forward to check if the shirt was holding or not. "Dammit. You're still bleeding," Steve acted quickly and replaced the soaked shirt with another clean shirt out of the gym bag. He pressed it tightly, causing Danny to moan and grunt. "I need you to stay with me, okay? Can you do that for me?" Steve asked with a little despair in his voice.

"I'll try," Danny stared Steve in the eye. "Steve, promise me… you'll tell Grace, Danno loves her?" Steve was worried about him and normally he wouldn't show it that easily, so the fact that Danny could hear it in his voice made him afraid. They both knew there was nothing left to talk about except this.

Steve didn't want to hear any of it though. Danny was talking like he was already at the end, but that was not true. "You can tell her yourself in a few hours, okay?" Steve said determined. He was so focused on his friend that he didn't hear a car pull over.

"Danny? Steve?"

"Kono?" Steve asked surprised to hear her voice. Chin had abruptly parked the car near the Camaro. Both Chin and Kono sprinted towards them. Steve jumped up from behind the Camaro and at the sight of the cousins he felt a little hope return. "We need an ambulance, Danny's been shot!" He ordered.

"The ambulance will be here any minute." Chin reassured as he jogged to the other side of the Camaro.

"I need it right now. He's not going to hold it much longer." Steve kneeled besides Danny again and checked his pulse.

"It's coming, boss. We called the second we heard." Kono squatted next to Steve while she glanced concerned at Danny's pale face.

Chin lowered himself to Danny's level. "Hey brah, just a few more minute, okay? The EMT's are coming." He placed his hand on Danny's shoulder.

Danny swallowed hard. He was exhausted, but help finally arrived and the ambulance would be here soon. He had to keep fighting. For Grace. For his friends. For his 'ohana. "I can do…" He paused to catch his breath. "A few more minutes." Chin smiled at him. Trying to reassure him.

"Wait, how'd you know he got shot?" Steve looked confused at Kono and Chin.

"Grace called me." Kono could feel tears welling up as she noticed Danny's sadness as she said his daughter's name out loud.

Steve ran his hand over his face and exhaled deeply. "She heard everything, she must be terrified," he noticed Danny's helpless look as well. He squeezed Danny's shoulder. Steve didn't know what hurt more, seeing him fighting for his life or seeing him emotionally deal with the fact that Grace was alone and probably thought her father had died. "Kono, ask Catherine to pick up Grace and bring her to the hospital. She's at Danny's place." Steve instructed giving Danny something positive to think about. He also hoped Danny would hang in just so he could see Grace when he woke up in the hospital.

"On it," Kono got up and walked a few steps away.

"Chin, call Lou. He should get back to the original plan. Please tell him I'm sorry that I lied. I had no choice, you understand?" Steve sounded persuasive. He really didn't indent to do so, but he couldn't come up with anything else.

Chin already pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Don't worry, he'll understand."

Danny's heart pounded in his chest, almost bursting out of it. Pumping the last remaining blood around in his body. Not that it hurt, because he stopped feeling pain minutes ago. The voices had fade away in the distance. He tried to focus, but he couldn't. It was like you were standing in a crowed place and you couldn't figure out on which conversation you should focus on. Only he wasn't in a crowed place, he was sitting on cold asphalt paving. Cold, so cold. All he could focus on was how cold he felt. He shivered so now and then because of it, but he didn't have the energy anymore to shiver or shake constantly.

He tried not to think about it too much, but the thought he would never see his little girl again hurt the most. The way it went down hurt even more. His heart ached because of it. A warm tear slowly made his way down on his cold and clammy cheek. Everything felt so heavy and Danny really wanted to close his eyes. Just for a minute, but he knew Steve wouldn't allow him to do so. Steve. He had tried everything, really everything.

Danny wouldn't say it all the time, but he really cared about his friend. Because of him the island had become home for him. God, he would never say that out loud. He had hated this place in the beginning. Even if it meant he would see his daughter, he still hated the island. The sun, the sand and the ocean, all of it. He was raised as a city boy. Skyscrapers, cold winters, people everywhere and a decent slice of pizza, without pineapple. That was his kind of thing. Working with Steve had made it different. He enjoyed going to work because he got to work with his 'ohana. People he deeply started to care about in the past few year. The thought of leaving them all behind, not ever seeing them again, really hurt.

He had tried. He really had given everything he had. Only he couldn't fight it any longer. This was it. "Steve, promise… me…" Danny's vision blacked on the edges before he could finish and the light in his head went out.

"No. Danny! No! Goddammit, WHERE'S THE AMBULANCE?" Steve yelled.

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I'll upload a new chapter once a week. Or when I think you guys can't wait for it, I'll post bio weekly. Probably on Wednesdays and on Sundays. Chapter 3 will be coming your way on Sunday, until then have a good one!

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