A/N Hey so here is the next instalment, hope it doesn't disappoint!

Disclaimer- I have unfortunately nothing to do with Hawaii Five 0, or our favourite boys.

Danny POV

Joe told us he could sort us out with a chopper and guns, what he failed to tell us was that the chopper was decades old and would be flown by a man who was drunk and if I'm not mistaken also stoned? It felt strange not being able to flash him my badge, which Joe had taken from us before we left Hawaii and put them in a bag to protect us if things went wrong, so being the good detective that I am I raised the issue of driving, or in this case flying under the influence to which I was told

"Don't drink and drive, smoke and fly that's the way I roll"

I was stunned to say the least, but who was I to argue with the words of Bob Marley? So biting my tongue and reminding myself this was not the time to be enforcing the law I let my mind settle on finding Steve.

Once in the air and making our way towards our destination Kono was filling us in about the surrounding area, telling us there was very little action that she could see. She had opted to stay behind and set up the communication equipment, personally I think that she wasn't too sure about flying in this death trap. Sitting here in this abomination again my mind drifted to Steve; if the man wasn't right in the head before this he'll definitely be more deranged now. Knowing what Wo Fat was capable of filled my mind with the worst case scenario. Would we be bringing him home in a body bag? How do I tell Mary that her last living family member has been killed? How long would it take for her to spiral back down the road of addiction?

Steve hasn't told me much about her previous addictions, never specified what exactly she was addicted too or how long for or even the reason behind it. All I know is that if she has led that life before, the death of her brother would send her back to that dark place she has tried so hard to stay out of.

Finally seeing the bunker where Steve was being held, I could feel the adrenalin pump round my body and make my heart race; I tightened my hands around my weapon and waited until we were close enough to the ground to jump. Lori stayed in the chopper so we could stay in touch and have a bird's eye view from above. Looking towards the sky I called on my faith to help us through this and get Steve home safely, even though I was brought up a Catholic I haven't shown much devotion to religion lately. When I was a youngster and still lived with my parents Sunday mass was a weekly event, but since moving out on my own it has become a thing of the past.

I put my hand in my pocket and gripped the rosary beads that I always carry, believing that they provide me with protection. Steve had, had a good laugh at that, carrying the beads even though I no longer went to mass, he said how could I have so much faith in them if my faith wasn't strong enough to make me go to mass, my answer at the time had been

"Just because I don't go to mass Steven doesn't mean I don't pray and ask for guidance and safety, God knows he's been busy saving my ass since I met you, I still have my faith I just don't have the time to go to a chapel and pray. That I can do at home before I sleep, or in the car on my way to work…oh and I pray when you get that look on your face that says you're going to do something stupid"

I make a promise to try and make it to mass any time I can. In this line of work I'd be lucky if I had the time to bless myself before being called out on a case never mind sit through a whole ceremony. Coming up closer to the bunker I could see that I wasn't the only person praying, we all had our silent requests and bargains with the big man, each one of us hoping that he could hear us and answer our prayers by letting us get to him in time.

The bunker was cold, damp and smelled of sweat and urine, it was not a pretty sight to see, there was moss on the walls and mice scurrying around. It didn't take us long to clear the entire dwelling, and I find myself sigh with relief that we didn't find Steve. It means that he is not yet dead; there is still some hope for us to save him. The feeling of relief didn't last long as I realised that we now had no idea where he was, he could be absolutely anywhere.

Luckily Lori was our eye in the sky and could see that there was a convoy of trucks not far from us. So we quickly made our way towards them, telling Lori that we needed them to do something that would send them back in our direction, where we would ambush them. Once we had made a plan and got ourselves situated in our positions I could hear the explosion and feel the tremors beneath my feet, of course they would have to blow something up, that is something Steve would do, it appears he is rubbing off on us all.

Before Steve I had my way of doing things, but since he walked into my life in his size 11's I've had no choice but to do things his way, he's like a bad child, it's his way or no way. Suddenly the image of Steve throwing a tantrum and stomping his foot filled my mind and I could feel the smile on my face. Steve was a unique man; there was no beating about the bush. Instead of talking about doing something he just goes and does it, he's an act first think later kind of man. His interrogation skills or completely mad but still seem to be effective and I will be the first to admit that although I said he was crazy there have been a few occasions where I have succumbed and used them too.

Standing here waiting for the trucks to return was hell, the anticipation of not knowing what to expect has my stomach in nuts. Finally I could hear the engines coming towards us, Joe lit the car that we had found and somehow managed to push over on its side and place in the middle of the road. We could hear the brakes being slammed on as they weren't expecting anything to be blocking their path which they had travelled shortly before hand. Once we were certain they had stopped we opened fire and quickly took a number of them out, once all of Wo Fats men where on the ground either dead or painfully bleeding out we made our way to the trucks in search of Steve.

Of course he had to be in the last truck we look in. I lifted up the flap and had to strain my eyes to see to the front where he was lying all cut and covered in bruises, he squinted at me trying to see who it was, I called to the others that I had found him and quickly jumped up to get closer, Glad to see he had all his finger, toes and limbs I let out a sigh of relief, he was babbling on about Wo Fat but at this precise moment I couldn't care less about Wo Fat, I'm just glad he's still alive.

"What the hell is the matter with you? As soon as you suspected something was wrong you should have got in touch with us, or better yet you should have let me come with you! Have you any idea how worried I was?"

"Seriously Danny? You're doing this right now …"

"Well someone has to tell you how stupid you are"

"Can't you just be glad I'm still alive?"

"I am trust me I am, for a while there I thought I was going to have to get a new partner, and I'm pretty sure after being partnered up with you for so long everyone else sees me as damaged goods"

After saying that he just looked and me and smiled, I am pretty sure that after the crap he has been through he should not be able to smile, maybe he was going to have a mental breakdown?

"What are you smiling at? What possible reason do you have to smile right now?"

We made it to the back of the truck and we both jumped to the ground, I could hear the pained gasp Steve let out when his feet hit the ground, he threw his arm over his eyes to protect them from the light and said

"I am smiling because I won't be getting another beating from Wo Fat trying to find out what Shelburn is, I'm smiling because I'm still alive but most of all I am smiling because you're my hero Danno, I love you man "

He said jokingly throwing his arm over my shoulder for support, even after all he has been through he can still make light of the situation, my guess is that this is his way of coping. Instead of curling up in a ball and being a depressed mess, he'll think strategically and decide on his next move, his emotions being what will spur him on and give him the determination he needs to track down and bring Wo Fat to justice.

I laughed; it's good to see he still has his sense of humour. Chin and Joe came and stood beside us, each of them hugged him and I could see by the smiles on their faces and the twinkle in their eyes that they were ecstatic we got him back alive, badly beaten but alive none the less.

Between us all we managed to half carry him back to the chopper, the man was dead on his feet with exhaustion. The whole time his arm was around my shoulder I was just blissfully happy that he still had a heartbeat it's true what they say you don't miss something until its gone or in my case nearly gone.

A/N So there you go hope it was up to your standards, truth be told this chapter was quite difficult to write, because I wanted it to resemble the episode but also have a few extra bits to make it unique.

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