Hey everyone. This will be my last upload for a few days as I have some house decorating to do (Oh the joys).

Panic

Danny was sat in his office whilst the rest of the team sat in the bullpen. They'd just finished his first case back after the Sarin incident and Danny was feeling out of sort. He struggled the whole case with anxiety, a fear of something similar happening again to him or his team mates. He didn't mention it to any of his team mates, he didn't want them to think he was a weak link, to think he wasn't able to cope. But even as they sat there finishing up the paperwork he could still feel the anxiety sitting heavily on his chest. His hand writing was scrawled across the page in a scribble due to the shaking of his hand and he hadn't been able to stop jiggling his leg since he sat down. Running a hand over his sweating face he leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath to quell the never ending tide of anxiety.

He leant forward again and looked at the paperwork, but he wasn't able to focus. His brain was running wild, he was getting a constant tirade of memories from the Sarin poisoning. His chest tightened even more and his face flushed red hot. He couldn't catch his breath properly. It was exactly like the effect of the sarin. Had he been spiked again? His panic continued to rise as his breathing became more laboured, he wasn't getting enough oxygen. He couldn't breathe.

Danny stumbled to his feet and tried to make his way to his team. He needed help. He fell heavily out of his office door.

"Look who's finally come to be sociable!" He heard Steve joke.

Danny fell against the wall, gasping desperately for breath and pulling loose his tie.

"Danny? Danno what's wrong?" His team were by his side in an instant.

"Can't…. Breathe…." He managed to gasp out desperately, grasping tightly onto Steve's outreached hand. Steve came closer and lowered Danny to the floor.

"Sarin?" Kono questioned in fear.

"No, I don't think so," Steve replied, he'd seen this happen often enough to recognise what was happening, "He's having a panic attack, Kono go get him some water."

Steve then turned back to Danny and crouched in front of him.

"Hey Danno, come on mate, slow that breathing down for me."

Danny shook his head hard.

"Can't… Sarin…" he gasped harder and harder.

"No Danno, this isn't Sarin Bud, you're having a panic attack." Steve said, placing his free hand on Danny's back and rubbing rhythmic circles trying to ground him in the here and now.

Chin crouched down on Danny's other side, taking his hand and holding it, whilst placing his other hand on Danny's chest.

"Come on Brah, breathe in… and out… in …. And out" Chin said slowly, trying to get Danny's breathing to match the timing of his voice.

Danny shook his head frantically again and tried to claw at his chest. Steve held his friend's hand firmly and put his face directly in front of Danny's.

"Danno, listen to me right now. This. Is. Not. Sarin. You're having a really bad panic attack, but you will be okay. We just need to slow your breathing down. Does that sound like a good idea?"

Danny managed to nod his head.

Kono had returned and handed Steve the water before backing off, the boys had this under control.

"Danny," Chin said, "let's try this again, breathe in… and out… in …out"

Danny tried to zone in on Chin's voice and match his breathing to Chins voice. As his breathing started to slow he became more aware of his surroundings. He felt Steve's hand on his back and felt his other hand reassuringly squeezing his in rhythm to Chin's voice.

"Good Danno, you're doing really good, keep breathing." Steve said softly.

Danny's chest started to loosen off and he no longer felt as oxygen deprived. Slowly he lifted his eyes from the spot on the floor he had been staring at for the last God knows how long. His eyes met Steve's concerned orbs and something inside of him broke. Tears began pouring down his face as he let all the stress of the last few weeks seep out of him. All his fears of dying, fears of Grace losing her father, fears of him losing his team ran down his cheeks into a puddle on the floor. He felt himself being pulled into Steve's arms as Steve began gently rocking him back and forth in his lap.

"Shhhh Danno, it's okay, it's fine. You're okay." Steve held Danny tighter and Danny buried his head in his partners chest, sobbing. He felt Chin let go of his hand and he wrapped himself even tighter around Steve.

After what felt like an eternity the tears finally stopped and Danny lay still in Steve's arms for a minute. The reality of what happened slowly started hitting Danny and he began feeling very embarrassed and ashamed. He pulled away from Steve and leant back against the wall. He took a large gulp of the water Steve handed him then put his head in his hands, refusing to look up at his team.

"Hey, Danno, talk to me. What's going on in your head right now?"

Danny shook his head at Steve's question. He didn't want to look at any of them. To see there looks of pity at how weak he was.

"Danny. Look at me Brah." This time it was Chin who spoke, he sat down next to Danny.

Danny sheepishly looked up at Chin, not daring to turn his head to look at the commander.

"What's up?"

" 'm embarrassed." He muttered quietly, hoping only Chin heard him.

"Brah," Chin said, putting his arm around Danny, "there's nothing to be embarrassed about, these things happen sometimes."

"Not to you guys," Danny muttered especially not McGarrett he thought bitterly.

As if Steve had read his mind, he found the commander had moved directly in front of him.

"Yes Danno, even to us. I'm pretty sure everyone on this team has had a panic attack at some stage."

Chin nodded in agreement whilst unwrapping his arm from Danny's shoulder and placing it on his knee.

Danny looked at Steve dubiously and Steve rolled his eyes.

"Yes Danny, even me," Steve said, " I promise you."

Danny saw the sincerity in Steve's eyes and he nodded at him, accepting his statement.

"Come on Danno, let's got sit on the couch in my office, it's way more comfortable than the floor!" Steve said, pulling Danny up onto his feet. The two of them walked slowly into Steve's office. Danny plonked himself on the sofa, he felt absolutely exhausted. He massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Here." Steve said, handing Danny a glass of scotch.

Danny downed it appreciatively, the burn helping to bring the last little bit of him back into the here and now.

"You know we need to talk about this Danno."

"No Steve, we don't babe." Danny really didn't want this conversation to happen, but he knew it would have to eventually.

"Yes, we do Danny. I know it's painful but I need to know this won't happen when we're out in the field buddy. I noticed you've been off all day and I don't want it to have a bad effect on you."

Danny sighed deeply, "It's the Sarin thing."

"I figured, go on."

"Ever since it happened, I don't know, I guess it's just made me question my own mortality. I've got Gracie to think of, and you guys. I don't want it to happen to you either and bad things always seem to happen to us. And before you say anything, yes I know it's part of the job. Yes I know it's something I need to get over. But today, I don't know."

"It was just too raw," Steve filled in the blank, " I get it Danno, trust me I do. I need you to let me know what to do for the best, do you need more time off? I can arrange that."

"No babe, time off isn't something I need. I just need to get on with it, get back on the horse so to speak."

Steve nodded, "Okay Danny." He said, patting him on the back whilst standing up. He stretched and returned to his desk. He logged off his computer and turned back to Danny.

"Wanna come round for a beer?"

Danny smiled, "I'd like nothing more."