As Steve made his mad dash to rescue his partner, he heard two more shots from Kono's position and a shout from Chin. Even as he rushed towards his fallen partner, his hearing seemed to focus in on the team around him though his eyes never left Danny. He heard a sudden yelp from Catherine's direction and knew that her aim with the knife was just as good as ever and probably even better than his. No more shots followed so he hoped they were correct in assuming three shooters.

Steve skidded to stop at Danny's side and dropped to a knee. He was relieved to see Danny's eyes open. He reached for Danny's arms, "C'mon, Danno, time to get out of here." He hoisted his partner and draped him across his shoulders as he'd done many times before to wounded comrades on the battlefield. Danny's legs dangled over his left shoulder while his head hung over his right shoulder. Steve held onto his left leg and left arm to hold him in place. He felt Danny tense at what must seem like a precarious position to the detective and then relax as he clasped Steve's arm in return, holding on with all his might.

Steve pushed himself up, securing Danny's position across the back of his neck and shoulders, and started to move towards their nearest cover of the retaining wall. He was so focused on the wall that he missed the danger off to the side. His first clue that something was wrong was Danny's sudden movement as he grabbed the gun from Steve's holster and fired. Steve's pace never faltered, trusting that his partner, injured though he was, had taken care of the threat. He focused on the retaining wall and, without hesitation, launched himself over it and quickly fell to his knees to carefully lower Danny to the ground. He gently took his gun from Danny's fingers and peered over the wall to check for any remaining threats. Seeing none, he lowered the gun and turned his attention back to his friend.

Steve sucked in a breath as he got his first good look at his partner. The white t-shirt Danny wore under the Hawaiian shirt was now soaked with blood, and glancing down, Steve could see at least one bullet wound on Danny's left leg and a graze running almost the entire length of his right leg from his calf to somewhere under the khaki knee length shorts he wore. He tried to lift up Danny's t-shirt to check the damage but the blood-soaked shirt stubbornly clung to Danny's chest, and Steve didn't want to cause more damage by just yanking it up.

"Steve," Chin's voice sounded in his ear, startling him. "You guys okay? We've got the suspects rounded up."

"Chin, I need the first aid kit from my truck," Steve told him. "I need it now, and we've gotta get medics here. Danny's bad."

Chin ran for Steve's truck without further prompting. He quickly tapped in the keyless entry code that the whole team knew in case of such an emergency and quickly grabbed the kit, not even taking the time to slam the truck door shut. Steve's tone of voice had sent a chill up his spine.

Kono and Catherine exchanged worried glances as Steve relayed the instructions to Chin while they finished securing their four suspects. One suspect held his bleeding right arm and glared at Catherine who ignored him as she wiped off Steve's knife. The reddish blonde that Danny had shot lay curled on the ground, clutching his stomach and moaning in pain. One suspect was bleeding slowly from the arm while the final suspect, the only one of the bunch uninjured, sat cross-legged staring intently at the ground, refusing to look at either his companions or the two women of Five-0. Six handguns and four switchblades lay nearby in a pile. Kono and Catherine watched as Chin raced back and easily vaulted over the wall where he was lost to sight as he knelt to help Steve.

Steve glanced over at Chin as he quickly opened up the first aid kit, "There should be scissors in there. I need to cut this shirt off to see how bad it is."

Chin nodded and quickly handed him the scissors, moving closer to help. At Steve's nod, he gently rolled Danny onto his side where Steve cut up the back of the shirt as well, essentially leaving the ruined shirts hanging on by just the sleeves which Steve was quick to pull off and discard. Chin continued to hold Danny in place with one hand while he reached into the kit with the other. He quickly pulled out a blanket sealed in plastic and ripped it open with his teeth. He shook it out to lay it gently under his friend's back to keep the exposed wounds off the ground. He hissed as he got a good look at Danny's back, "There are three entrance wounds back here, brah."

"There's only one exit wound," Steve noted, tamping down on his rage so he could tend to his partner. There would be time to face the suspects later; right now the only thing that mattered was helping Danny.

"Oh, my God," Kono's shocked voice startled them. She quickly knelt next to Chin and started grabbing bandages from the first aid kit.

"What's going on?" Steve asked, briefly glancing over and nodding at her as she handed him a bandage. "Where's EMS?"

Kono grimaced, "Two HPD officers just got here. Catherine's filling them in and handing over the suspects. They're all just kids."

"Kids or not," Steve snarled. "They did this!" he pointed in outrage at his bloodied and broken partner. "I want them held until I can interrogate them. I want to know why they did this. What about EMS?"

"They've been delayed," Kono shook her head. "There's a big pile up on the Pali and another one downtown so most of the rigs are tied up. Catherine called dispatch to make sure they knew there was an officer down. She told them to send a helicopter, but they're all out, too."

"Sorry, Steve," Catherine told him, hearing the end of the conversation as she jumped over the wall and quickly joined the huddle around Danny. "I tried. I did."

"I know," Steve mumbled, frantically wrapping bandages around Danny's wounds and watching them almost instantly turn red.

The four continued to work in silence until there was nothing more they could do for their friend and nothing left to be said. Steve knelt by Danny's head alternating between checking his pulse and desperately looking around in hopes that an ambulance would miraculously appear. Chin, opposite of Steve, had one hand on Danny's shoulder and the other on Kono's knee as she knelt next to him, biting her lip in worry. Catherine briefly left the group to raid one of the cruisers for a blanket to spread over Danny whose skin was already feeling chilled.

The Five-0 team focused all their attention on Danny, ignoring the growing crowd of HPD officers who were flocking to the site in response to the shots fired and officer down calls. A brief scuffle off to the side tore their attention away from Danny for a moment while they watched Officer Robertson exchange heated words with a camera-wielding man. Robertson sent the man on his way and then hesitantly approached the small group. Steve looked up at him, face tight with worry, "What's going on, Robertson?"

Robertson nodded his head in the direction of the man, now being escorted away by two HPD officers, "He was taking pictures from behind that tree. I don't know how long he was there, sorry."

"Reporter?" Catherine questioned.

"He said he was a PI," Robertson shrugged, and continued as Steve opened his mouth to say something. "Don't worry. I advised him that selling the pictures to the media in any way would not be advisable as they may upset the detective's young daughter."

"Like that's going to stop him," Steve ground out.

"True," Robertson agreed and then held up an object for all to see, "and that's why I took his memory card. I told him it could contain evidence needed for the investigation."

"It could be helpful," Chin agreed. "Depending on how long he was around today. Maybe he caught one of the shooters in the act."

"I'll check it out later," Kono held out her hand for the memory card and tucked it safely into her pocket."

"I'll go check on the ETA for EMS," Robertson nodded at them, giving the team the space they needed while still feeling useful.

Steve turned his attention back to Danny and noticed his eyes moving behind closed eyelids, "C'mon, buddy, open your eyes. You can do it. We're all right here."

It took effort, but after a few tries Danny was able to open his eyes and look around at the concerned faces circling him, "All of you..." he whispered, "have aneurism face... must be bad."

Steve smiled, but before he could respond, Danny started to cough and choke as blood appeared at the corners of his mouth. Worried brown eyes met Danny's panicked blue eyes. "Oh, my God! Danny! Chin, help me!" As Chin helped lift Danny's torso up, Steve quickly slid behind to prop him up.

"Danny, you okay?" Chin leaned in as he helped position his friend against Steve's chest. "Is that better? Can you breathe now?"

Danny nodded slowly but didn't speak. He closed his eyes and simply leaned on his friend. After a moment, he opened his eyes again, breath whistling as he sucked in air, and regarded the small circle around him. Kono was rearranging the blanket covering him after his coughing frenzy had dislodged it. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears but she steadfastly held them in. Danny knew Kono was tough and had seen her kick ass on more than one occasion so the sight of her holding back tears on his account tore at his heart. He tried to give her a reassuring smile. Catherine was simultaneously holding his hand while rubbing her hand against Steve's leg in reassurance. Though he knew that Catherine considered him a friend, he knew it was probably harder on her to watch Steve worry about him. He hoped that if this was it for him, she'd be able to help the big, bad SEAL recover from losing yet another person in his life. Just as he thought that, he looked at Chin and vowed not to be the reason for more grief in his life as well. He squeezed Catherine's hand with his right hand and tapped Chin's knee with his left, trying to reassure them both. He heard Steve muttering encouragements in his ear, but all he had the strength for was to roll his head on his friend's shoulder. He swallowed convulsively as the coppery taste in his mouth intensified but couldn't stop his body's reflexive demand to cough. His ohana's pleas were drowned out by the pain wracking his body and the darkness once again won out as his body went limp and the world went black.