Beaten
(Danny)
Summary: Danny receives quite the beating...
A/N Isn't it interesting that almost right after I wrote a story about Steve getting hit by a car, he actually dose in the show? Weird, anyway I hope you enjoy this next Danny story!
How had he gotten into this mess?
Detective Danny Williams stumbled for the third time as he raced after Kevin Johnson. His partner Steve McGarrett was somewhere behind him, and hopefully catching up. The fact that Johnson was built like an ox, made it easy for even Danny to spot his progress through the jungle.
Johnson's trail came to a sudden abrupt halt, and Danny slowed, pulling out his gun and listened. A few birds sang out, but save for that, there was only silence.
"Johnson?...Don't make this any harder then it has to be!" He yelled out, and strained to hear for the suspect.
Suddenly Johnson burst out of the jungle to his left, giving Danny no time to train his gun on him.
It was like being hit by a truck, the blow taking his breath away. He struggled to hold onto his gun, punching Johnson in the face. He smirked when he felt the guy's nose brake under his knuckles, but it was short lived when Johnson grabbed onto his arm and wrenched it, hard.
Danny heard a loud pop, and pain laced out from his left shoulder making him see stars. He grunted struggling to also regain his breath as Johnson pinned him down, punching him making the stars turn to black dots.
The next thing he knew Johnson started waling on him. Kicking him hard in the stomach and ribs, and punching him once more in the face.
He stopped suddenly, and in that moment as Danny struggled to stay conscious, the guys tall form a hovered over him.
Though Danny could barely make out the Johnson's face, he was sure the man was sneering. He heard him cock a gun-his gun, Danny realized-and saw him point it down at him, for some reason the weapon was clearer then the rest.
Where was Steve?
As if on cue, another blurred figure stepped up behind Johnson, putting a gun to the back of the guys head.
"Put the gun down." Steve said gruffly.
Thank you God.
Danny closed his eyes in relief, only to open them again when he heard a loud scuffle brake out. Another surge of adrenalin cleared his vision, and his pain became obsolete when he made out McGarrett struggling with Johnson.
He tried to lift himself up, his left shoulder screaming in protest along with the rest of his body. Where was his gun? Did Johnson still have it?
After a tense moment of trying to figure out who had the upper hand, he heard a grunt followed by a heavy thump. Danny managed to make out Johnson on the jungle floor seemingly unconscious, with Steve standing over him.
McGarrett was now sporting a bloody nose along with a bruised jaw, but he looked better off then Danny felt.
After a moment of waiting to see if Johnson would get up-he didn't even flinch-Steve made his way quickly over to him. "Danny? You all right?" He asked kneeling next to him.
"Do I look ok Steven?" Danny grumbled, his pain becoming much sharper with the situation now under control. He struggled to sit up and Steve grabbed onto his good arm to steady him.
"Looks like he dislocated your shoulder." He said giving him a worried once over.
"Yeah well it feel's like it." Danny said with a grimace. His head swam, and he felt blood trickling down the side of his face making its way into his left eye. He used his good arm and hand to wipe it away.
"Here." Steve said as Danny tried to keep the jungle from swirling around him. He took off his tie.
"Hey, careful with that." Danny slurred.
"I'm gonna use it to make a sling for your arm, just hold still." Steve said.
Danny gritted his teeth as McGarrett did as he said. It left him sweating, the black dots reappearing in his vision.
"Can you stand?" Steve asked him after a moment.
Danny managed to give him a look, but tried anyway.
McGarrett held onto his good arm all the way, steadying him. "Easy, easy." He muttered.
Suddenly Kono and Chin appeared from the jungle guns drawn, they holstered them upon assessing the situation.
"Cuff 'em." Steve instructed gesturing at Johnson with a look of disgust, and Chin quickly stepped forward to do so.
"You ok Danny?" Kono asked worriedly, looking at him.
"No I am not." Danny snapped.
"I'm gonna take him to the hospital, bring Johnson back to HQ." Steve said nodding at the suspect who now appeared to be coming around.
"Guess this means he's guilty." Chin commented. He did his best to help the guy to his feet.
"If not, then he's still in a lot of trouble for assaulting an officer." Kono said with a satisfied smirk, looking at Johnson.
*5-0*
Everything hurt.
Danny didn't even think it was possible for every part of his body to be throbbing so insistently all at once. His shoulder especially.
In the driver's seat beside him, Steve gripped the steering wheel, speeding down the road.
"Take it easy." Danny slurred reaching up to wipe the blood out of his left eye once more, wincing. He hadn't looked in a mirror yet, but he knew he had a large gash above that eye, a bruise on his jaw, a split lip and his ribs ached sharply with each breath.
His tongue was also sore from where he'd accidentally bitten down on it. Now, not only was he slurring due to a probable concussion, but his tongue was also slightly swollen, making it harder to talk.
What he really wanted was a dose of pain killers and a soft bed to sleep for a month in. Instead he got a trip to the hospital. At least he'd get the pain killers.
"Danny?" Steve's voice actually held a note of concern.
"What?" Danny grumbled not even realising that he'd closed his eyes, head leaned back.
"I asked how you were holding up." Steve said voice even more strained.
"Oh, I'm fine, I think my arms gonna fall off, but I'm fine." Danny replied not realising that his words were slurring increasingly towards the end.
Steve frowned and the car sped up.
*5-0*
The ER was a bustle of activity.
Dr. Andrea Ross grimaced as she arrived at the hospital for her shift. The 'activity' was nearing chaos and she could sense it. Rarely did it ever happen, but sometimes there were those day's were it was just one thing after another.
Tourists often got injured for lack of knowledge about the area, there were car accidents, surfing injuries, the list could go on. Sometimes in the barely controlled chaos, people were told to wait, and that often lead to arguments.
"Can't you at least spare someone to take a look at him?" The irritated yet familiar voice cut through the loud chatter around her.
Andrea searched the bustling ER for it's source, and immediately spotted Commander McGarrett through the throngs of people. Beside him his partner-Detective Danny Williams-looked a royal mess of bruises and cuts with his left shoulder in a makeshift tie-sling.
She made her way over to them, ignoring the odd flutter her heart had taken on upon seeing the Commander, who-she noted-had a bruised jaw and dried blood under his nose.
The nurse behind the desk-Marissa, An noted-looked extremely stressed and ready to argue further and she quickly stepped in.
"I'll take care of them Marissa." She said leaning in slightly so the nurse could see her. Marissa nodded looking relieved.
Andrea didn't miss the grateful look McGarrett gave her but she focused in on Williams.
"You ok to walk?" She asked. The detective looked like he'd tried to stop a bus. His face was a mess of bruises his normally slicked back hair hung slightly in his face, and the gash above his left eye was still bleeding. His left shoulder was most definitely dislocated.
The guy looked dead on his feet.
He nodded, then winced and McGarrett moved in to grab onto his good arm as he swayed. Andrea frowned, she knew a wheelchair would be hard to find in this chaos, so she gave McGarrett a pointed look.
"Hold onto him." She said, and he gave her a curt nod.
They made their way through the busy ER, Andrea occasionally glancing back at them until she finally found an empty exam room.
"What happened?" Andrea asked, as McGarrett helped Williams sit down.
"We were chasing a suspect, the guy got the drop on him." The Commander explained an odd expression on his face.
Andrea couldn't help but grimace, guessing that this 'suspect' had used the detective as a punching bag. She could only assume that Williams had bruise in other places as well.
She looked at McGarrett."Did you get him?" She asked allowing her own slight anger to filter through, a part of her had started to really care about the two men.
McGarrett gave her a curt nod.
"All right detective, let's asses the damage."
*5-0*
"A dislocated left shoulder, three broken ribs, one cracked, a concussion and a minor bruised right kidney. Not to mention the many other bruises you've got."
Danny grimaced as Ross read off a list of his injury's. "I'll get you started on some pain meds. We'll need to get an ex-ray of that shoulder before setting it too." She said.
"Day just keeps getting better and better." He grumbled.
"Did you at least get any punches in?" She asked as she wrote on his chart.
He gave her a look."Aren't doctors supposed to oppose violence?" He asked.
Ross snorted."Not when you're trying to defend yourself."
Danny eyed her for a moment, then said with a slight smirk."Yeah, think I broke his nose."
She smiled, looking satisfied with the answer, as she finished up. "Good, well, I'll be back in a moment, see if we can't get that x-ray." That said she left.
Danny shifted on the bed trying to get comfortable, but it only aggravated his injuries and he gave up, opting to wait for the good drugs instead.
Ross returned fifteen minutes later and started an IV. "There, morphine should kick in soon." She said.
"Thank you." Danny said. The honesty and relief in his voice must have shown through, because Ross chuckled smiling.
"It's my job." She said, as a nurse entered with a wheel chair. "Ok, let's fix that shoulder."
The proses took longer then Danny expected, though afterwords Ross said there appeared to be no serious damage done to his shoulder.
It took her and a nurse to pop it back in, and even with the good drugs it still hurt like a son of a gun.
He grimaced clenching his teeth, failing to hold back a hiss and a slight yelp.
"Sorry." She said giving him a sympathetic look, then eased the arm into a proper sling to keep it immobile.
He bit back a retort reminding himself that she was only doing her job.
"So, did you take your daughter horseback riding on the beach?" She asked as she worked.
Danny glanced at her, knowing she was trying to distract him. "Yeah uh, I did."
"Well, did she have fun?" She pressed glancing up at him.
"A blast, I may have ended up in the sand more then I'd like to admit though."
She chuckled. "Not horse savvy?"
"There were times where I didn't even know where the head was." Danny's voice hitched at the end as she finished up, the pain spiking for a moment.
Ross appeared to pretended not to notice, chuckling and saying."That would have been interesting to watch."
Danny grimaced, but couldn't help but smile when he remembered Gracie's laughter.
"Making friends Danny?" Steve asked entering at that moment.
"You could say that." Danny replied a comfortable and familiar buzz settling over him, the morphine easing away his pain.
"Morphine." Ross said looking up at him with a smirk. She'd moved on to wrapping Danny's rib's.
"So, how is he doc?" Steve asked.
Ross listed off Danny's injuries for the second time as she finished up, moving on to stitch the cut on his head. He noticed the look that had come over his partners features as she finished telling him.
"What's that look?" He asked.
"Danny, I don't have a look." Steve said with a heavy sigh.
"Yes you do, you look guilty." He really shouldn't be, it was just pure bad luck that Danny had spotted Johnson first. Steve had been in the guys living room when Danny saw him bolt out the back door to the jungle beyond. He'd gotten a head start on the chase, and Johnson had taken advantage of him being alone.
"No I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't." Steve insisted.
"Steve-"
"Guy's please, you're giving me a headache, and if you move again I might take out your eye." Ross interrupted looking pointedly at Danny. "What exactly happened anyway?"
Steve looked away, and Danny didn't care what he said, he looked like he was feeling guilty.
"We were searching a suspects house, I was in the kitchen when I saw the guy bolt out the back door, Steve was in the living room. I got a head start in chasing after him and he got the drop on me." Danny explained in brief.
"So you're feeling guilty because you couldn't get to him in time." Ross said to Steve as she finished stitching Danny's head.
"Look, it wasn't your fault so quit the guilt trip please, I'm fine." Danny insisted.
Steve sighed again hand's on his hips, and there was a long pause as Ross cleaned up.
"It couldn't be helped Steven." Danny insisted further another long pause followed, until finally Steve seemed to relax and even smirk a little.
"Well, I don't know about 'fine' per-say but, you won't have to stick around. I'll proscribe some pain med's, and someone should keep an eye on you. Other then that you're free to go." Ross said.
"Good to hear." Danny said with honest relief, he didn't feel like spending the night in the hospital, again.
*5-0*
"Thanks for taking a look at him."
Andrea turned away from the counter-she'd been getting Williams' prescription together-to face McGarrett. She shrugged with a smirk."It's my job." There was honest gratitude in the Commander's eyes, but even she could tell that some of the guilt remained. She found herself admiring the man for his loyalty to his partner, which seemed to have payed off. There was a nasty bruise forming under his left eye, and along his jaw line. Dried blood was still smeared under his nose, which she also noticed was a bit swollen.
"What about you?" She gestured at his face."Looks like someone cold-cocked you pretty good."
"I'm fine." McGarrett replied readily. For some reason Andrea felt she'd be hearing that a lot from the ex-SEAL, if he kept coming around.
"Your nose is bleeding again." She held back an amused smirk at how the sudden occurrence somewhat down played his, 'I'm fine' response.
He frowned reaching up to touch said nose, finger's coming away wet with the crimson liquid.
"Here." She said, choosing not to hide her slight exasperation, grabbing a tissue from a box on the counter. He took it without comment and she had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep from chuckling at the sight. She was pretty sure he was trying to maintain some dignity while holding the tissue to his nose. It wasn't going over vary well, at least not with her. She couldn't help but find the sight a little funny, I mean come on, an ex-SEAL holding a tissue to his nose while trying to look all stoic?
He pulled the tissue away, and-reacting on instinct-she reached up and palpated the bruised side of his face.
"Whoa, hey!" He said with a look that could only be described as a cross between a glare and a grimace, taking a step back.
"You could have a fractured cheek bone." She snapped, irritation replacing amusement, she'd already ruled out fractured jaw due to the fact that he was talking without difficulty.
"I'm fine doc, really." He insisted. Was that irritation in his eyes?
Andrea narrowed her own at him."Ether let me check or I'll order an x-ray, don't think I wont." She growled, pointing meaningfully at him as he opened his mouth, to protest more then likely.
He stared at her for a moment, trying to be intimidating she assumed, but she just brought up the picture of him with a tissue to his nose, and the look lost all affect on her.
He'd folded his arm's across his chest, probably another intimidation tactic but honestly she'd seen it all. When he'd lowered them, she knew he'd given in, and she'd had to nearly bite her bottom lip to keep from smirking.
"Take a seat." She ordered gesturing at the chairs against the far wall. He gave her another look but did as she asked.
At least his nose had stopped bleeding. He looked away from her as she gently touched his face once more, and could feel him clench his jaw as she pressed lightly on the deep bruising.
Honestly, this probably wasn't necessary, it looked nasty but it wasn't that bad. The man was so stubborn though, and maybe she was trying to prove a point...His eye's met her's for a second and immediately her heart leaped into her throat.
She practically froze.
"All right you Neanderthal,"
It took shear force of will to keep from jumping away from McGarrett at the sound of his partner's voice. Crap, when had this become so awkward? She cloud feel her ear's turning pink. Straightening, she took a step back, looking over as Nurse Rose pushed Detective Williams up to them in a wheel chair.
"Wow, Johnson did a number on your face." The Detective said eyeing McGarrett. "Anything broken doc?" He looked her.
She shook her head, not knowing how she was managing to keep it together."No."
"I'm fine." McGarrett added standing.
Williams narrowed his eyes."Right." He said slowly, then looked at her again as if for reassurance. McGarrett really must do the 'I'm fine' spiel often.
"He should be," How was her voice not shaky? "ice and ibuprofen will help, you on the other hand," She retrieved the white bag of pain med's that had been placed on the counter. "Will need something a little stronger."
The Detective accepted the bag without comment.
"All right superSEAL, let's get out of here." He said and made as if to stand.
"Sorry Detective," The nurse placed a hand on his good shoulder."but you have to-"
"Stay in the wheel chair? Great." Williams grumbled and Andrea could swear he was sulking. Rose pushed him along and McGarrett made as if to follow but paused.
"Thanks again, really." He said. His eye's met her's once more and though she saw the honest gratitude there-for the second time that day-there was also a spark of something else she couldn't quite read.
"You're welcome." She managed to say and he nodded before turning.
Her heart was thudding in her chest, and she had no idea how she'd managed to talk because she sure as heck wasn't breathing.
Andrea watched them leave, confusion settling over her as she eased her breathing and her heart returned to it's normal rhythm.
That was...what was that?
Nothing, Andrea it was nothing, you were just imagining it.
She turned abruptly absentmindedly checking her watch. She had rounds to do.
Still as she walked, she struggled to put the 'odd' experience behind her, because it really had meant nothing, right?
A/N I couldn't help but add that whole scene with Steve and Andrea, I'm thinking I might just have to write more story's were the boy's both get whumped, one more significantly then the other, what do you think?
P.S. Sorry for the late update, my writer's block had this idea on the verge of death, but I powered on because I knew you guy's wanted more. Take that writer's block! Just goes to show you guy's how much a single 'Great storty' Review can help a writer along. :)
Oh last minute random question! What color eye's dose Steve have?
