Hey guys! So happy! Today is the last day of my musical, so life will return to normal. It's been fun, but I'm glad it's over.

The latest episode was good. I really liked the return to their normal thing and the fact that Danny went to Cambodia with Steve just warmed my heart. I wish there was a little more whump, with the shovel, or at least a mention of it, but I'm trying to convince myself that they didn't because there's going to be a lot in the next episode! CAN'T WAIT TILL FRIDAY!

Ok, sorry. Had to get that out of my system. :) Here is the latest chapter. I'd like to apologize in advance. I'm not a doctor or an electrician. The most I know about either of those subjects I that I wired a robot for my high school robotics team and I am in anatomy. Other that that, not much. So, thank you Anatomy teacher, who used to be a fire chief (that helps), and Google!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-O.

Enjoy!

Steve glanced out the window from his spot on the floor and took a deep breath, seeing the lights of the truck fade in the distance. It was heading back the way that they had come, meaning that the two kidnappers were probably done looking for them for the night. He took a deep breath and lifted Danny up from his spot on the floor and settled him against the wall, giving his arm a squeeze before walking around the gas station. There were still some items scattered around the floor; drinks, chips, and other gas station items. It was a mess.

Looking through the many items, he found some bottles of water and Gatorade and went back to Danny with his treasures. Sinking to the ground next to him, Steve cracked the seal on the bottle of Gatorade and passed it to Danny, opening his own and taking a drink.

"Thanks, babe," Danny said, taking small sips. The liquid, if ghastly in flavor and temperature, was heavenly to his parched throat. He looked at the liquid, with now only about 75% left and shuddered.

Steve looked at him, concerned. "What? Are you ok?"

Danny smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm good, it's just . . . Did it have to be purple?"

Steve smiled too and laughed, causing them to both break up. Danny clutched his side, but the smile never left his face. "Of course," Steve said, shaking his head and smiling. "You get shot and what you complain about is the flavor of the Gatorade."

Danny shrugged. "It's my coping mechanism." The laughter slowly died off with the occasional few snorts. Danny looked at his partner who was watching him intensely, gauging just how Jersey native was doing.

Steve smile dropped and he looked at his pained partner. "Seriously, though, Danny. How are you doing?"

Danny took a deep breath and looked at the floor in front of him. "I'm tired, Steve. I'm really tired, and that scares me."

Steve nodded and put his hand on his the back of Danny's neck, giving a reassuring squeeze as he spoke. "I'm going to get you out of here, Danno. And that has Steve's 100% guarantee."

Looking up at his partner, Danny recalled that day. The day that he had thought that he was going to die and Steve had stood by him the entire time. Even when he thought that everything was over and he was going to die, he'd told Steve to leave and take care of Grace in case anything happened to him and Steve refused, opting to stay next to him until the very end. That's your job, pal. You're her father. Smiling, Danny said, "That sounds serious."

Steve smiled and took his hand off of Danny's neck, giving his leg a pat instead as he stood and began to search around the gas station. "There's gotta be something here that I can use to help that wound. Aha!" He pulled a single remaining box of gauze off the self and tucked it into one of his cargo pants pockets. "I'll be right back," he said, heading into the back offices. There wasn't much left. After searching through every single desk drawer in the place, he found an old first aid kit. It was better than nothing, but the look of its age didn't help. Clutching it in his hands like gold, he searched around and his eyes fell upon something that he thanked God for. A beat up, old pay phone sat in the corner. It looked like it hadn't been used in some time but if he got lucky and could get a connection out to Chin, Kono, or Catherine, and then he could save Danny the trip down to the city. Not wanting to leave Danny in the front and deciding against getting him patched up and then moving him, he deposited his stuff on the ground, a box of gauze, a first aid kit, and a few bottles of water, and went back out to the front. The sight he saw nearly stopped his heart.

Danny's chin was against his chest, the Gatorade bottle nearly empty in his hands and he breathed slowly. Going over and crouching in front of his brother, Steve took the bottle, capped it, and put a hand on Danny's shoulder, gently rousing him. "Hey, Danno. I found some stuff that's gonna help that wound and a payphone that could possibly get us out of here."

Danny nodded, blinking his eyes to get rid of the last of the drowsiness. "That's good." He began to get up and cried out, clutching his side as Steve held him down.

Steve eyebrow went up in a mocking gesture even though his eyes were worried and scared. "That was a stupid idea." Seeing no other option, he went to Danny's side and put his arms under his knees and behind his back, gently lifting him into the air and walking as smoothly as possible to the back room.

Danny was still fighting the attack of pain from trying to get up and so didn't struggle, but he did realize the change. Head resting against Steve's chest with his eyes scrunched up, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"This is faster and hopefully will save you some pain. Am I wrong?" Steve said, making it to the back room and heading towards the wall that his items were next to.

Danny sighed as the pain slowly subsided and Steve put him down. Shaking his head, he watched Steve sit down next to him pulling his first aid kit and box of gauze closer. "No. For once, you're right. Thanks."

Steve smiled, pausing in his shuffling as he looked through the kit, and looked up at Danny. "Anytime, buddy." Looking back down, he searched for a few more seconds before running a hand through his hair. "All I can really use in here is the gauze. All the medicine is old to the point where I don't want to risk it. Let me see." He lifted the edge of Danny's shirt and gently peeled off the blood soaked bandage. Putting it to the side, he winced as it revealed the slightly inflamed bullet wound. Steve's hopes feel as he realized that infection had already set in. If there was any chance of Danny surviving, he needed to get him out of there as soon as possible. He ripped open a new gauze and placed it on the wound, pleased when the wound stopped seeping blood, allowing him to take a fresh bandage and place that replace it again, securing the clean one with some tape. Putting Danny's shirt back down, he allowed Danny to relax against the wall. "That's all I can do for now. How do you feel?"

Danny looked at him, his eyebrow quirked. "How many times in ten minutes are you going to ask me that question?"

Steve didn't even flinch, meeting his partners gaze. "I'll stop asking when we're safe in a hospital and you don't have bullet lodged in your flesh."

Danny winced and let his head fall back against the wall. "Thanks for that reminder." Looking out of the corner of his eye, he felt immediate guilt about being mean to the man that was trying to save him. "I'm sorry. I don't feel too good at the moment."

Steve placed the back of his hand up against Danny's forehead and noted the elevated temperature. "You're running a fever. I think the wound's infected." He didn't try to hide it because Danny already knew. He wouldn't have said anything if he wasn't positive.

Danny nodded, glad that his partner was telling him the truth. "Great."

Steve gave a sad smile and stood, going to the payphone. He realized then his problem. The wire was ripped. He'd have to reconnect each wire in order for it to work. Knowing that he had no time to waste, he sat down next to Danny with the two ends and got to work, analyzing it carefully before connecting a wire to its mate. He worked in silence for awhile until he noticed a change in Danny's breathing. It had gone from normal and even to shallow and erratic, meaning something was wrong. Looking up, he saw Danny's fisted hand shaking. The fist meant that Danny was trying his hardest to control it, but the shaking meant much worse. Shock.

Springing into action, he placed the phone on the ground and jumped in front of Danny. The smaller mans eyes were half-lidded and slow to respond, a glaze of confusion across them. "Danno? Danno, can you hear me?"

Danny took a deep breath and said, "St-Steve."

Steve nodded, his hands on Danny's arms. "Yeah, Danny, that's me."

"St-eve. It's cold." Danny said, pulling his arms closer to him.

Steve looked around the office and saw a blanket in the corner, standing quickly, he ran over and grabbed it before running back. "Lay down, Danny," He said, gently pushing Danny to the floor, his hand beneath Danny's head to keep him for hitting it. He draped the blanket over his partner and then went to the wall where he saw a stack of old magazines. Picking them up, he carried them over and place them under Danny's feet, elevating them slightly. He went to Danny's side and leaned over him, grabbing his partners face in his hands, calming his nerves as he felt the clammy skin.

"Danny? Danny, can you hear me?" Steve asked, coaxing his brother to look up at him. He watched as Danny's eyes slowly focused on him and said, "Danny, I need you to calm down, ok? Find something to think about that will calm you down."

Danny's eyes drifted closed, leaving Steve to wait in that position for several minutes, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. Finally, Danny's breathing slowly evened out and his pulse began to beat steadier and stronger beneath SEAL's fingers. His skin lost its clamminess, leaving only that heat from a slight infection that Steve knew he could do very little for. Taking a deep breath, he focused on making his partner comfortable. Sitting back down by Danny, he gently lifted his partner's head up off of the hard floor and laid it gently on his leg. Ripping a strip of his sleeve off, he poured some water from the bottle onto it and laid it across Danny's forehead, hoping to ease the rising fever.

Steve knew that Danny was asleep now and, while that wasn't the best thing for him at the moment, it was better than Danny going into shock or him having to suffer all night. Picking up the phone, he paused and looked around, realizing that the room was dark. The sun had gone down and it was truly night now. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at his sleeping brother and gently rubbed his arm as he saw him twitching due to some unseen force, be it a dream or simple pain. "We're going to be ok, Danno. 100% guaranteed," he said, sending up a silent prayer that he wasn't lying to his brother.

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