"Danny…"

"No, Chin. Please don't try and talk me out of it." Danny said. "I need to be here for Steve while he recovers, and I can't be if I'm always on call." Chin looked like he was going to argue, but another look at Danny who was still comforting Steve made him change his mind. Eventually he nodded.

"Alright… Look, we'd better go, brah. I'll let Denning know what you said, but you know that he's gonna want you to tell him in person." Chin said as Kono and Lou headed out.

"Yeah, I figured as much. I'll come by tomorrow and hand in my notice." Danny sighed. "See you tomorrow, man."

"Aloha, brah." Chin said before closing the door behind him.

"Danno?"

"Yeah, monkey?"

"Did you really just quit your job?" Danny nodded at her. "But you love your job!"

"Yeah, I do, Grace." Danny smiled, before looking down at Steve who was rubbing his eyes. "But I love Steve more… I'd give up anything for you or him." Grace sniffed and ducked her head. Danny grinned, shaking his head. Steve taking a deep breath and pulling back from Danny's stomach drew his attention back down at him. He felt his heart clench when he saw Steve's red face and puffy eyes, and knelt down to get eye level with him. Danny asked Grace to fetch him a towel and damp washcloth, and when she handed it to him he gently wiped Steve's face before patting it dry. When he finished he drew Steve in for a proper hug, peppering the side of his face with kisses when he sunk into him.

"Danno?" Steve mumbled into Danny's shoulder.

"Yeah, babe?"

"'m tired. Wanna sleep."

"Alright, buddy. Let's get you into bed." Danny helped Steve into a pair of loose fitting pyjamas and into the hospital bed, huddled under the covers. Danny knelt back down at the head of the bed.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Uncle Steve! Danno told me that you liked cats, so I brought you something." Grace rummaged through her bag, before pulling something out and showing him. Steve gasped and reached out for the stuffed cat toy.

"Cat!" Steve exclaimed as Grace handed him the toy. He held it in front of him and stroked its soft white fur, before bringing it close to his chest. Looking up at Grace, he beamed. "Thank you, Gr-Gracie. Steve likes cats." Steve mumbled sleepily. Danny ran his fingers through his partner's hair and watched as his eyelids started to drop.

"I'll come and see you tomorrow once I've sorted things out at work, okay babe? Danno loves you very much." Danny leant over and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Steve loves Danno." Steve whispered.

The morning after the visit, Danny went straight to the Governors office to hand in his resignation with immediate effect. It went down as well as he expected, but Danny didn't care. He was surprised though, when Denning said that he'd be paid for the rest of the month, and expressed his gratitude before he left to collect his – and Steve's, he realised with a pang – things from their offices.

The rest of the team helped him to bring everything to Steve's house, and instantly Danny had a problem. Steve's paintings and models of ships were fine, but he didn't know what to do with the frame full of his medals and his awards. He was worried that seeing them would trigger a memory from a mission and that this new Steve wouldn't know how to deal with it. For now, he put everything in their bedroom and decided that he'd deal with them when the renovations were finished. He'd got the number of a local building company that would be able to bump out the house to include a downstairs handicap accessible wet room for Steve - since he wouldn't be safely able to climb the stairs for the bathroom – and to convert John McGarrett's old office into a bedroom for Steve.

The move from the hospital to Steve's new rehab facility went well. However, because he was still having spasms and difficulty walking, the hospital had designed Steve a special, bigger wheelchair. It had a headrest to protect his head, padded straps that went over his shoulders and met in the middle of his chest and footplates that had cushions where his calves would go and that could be adjusted to lift his legs up. It would do a better job for him than a standard, less padded, wheelchair. Danny had never seen anything like it, and instantly rang the builders and asked them to also widen the doorways downstairs to fit Steve's new chair. After helping Steve to get dressed and into the new chair, Danny started to buckle the seatbelt across his lap.

"Danny, wait!" He jumped and looked behind him when he heard Alana's voice from the doorway. "Look." She nodded in Steve's direction and Danny turned his head back to watch him shakily push the clip into the slot until he heard the 'click'.

"All ready, Danno!" Steve looked up at Danny with a smile.

"You definitely are, babe. Well done." Danny said with a proud look on his face, squeezing Steve's hand that reached for him. He handed him his cat toy that Grace had got for him before standing up to meet Alana.

"I know you want to help him, Danny, but if Steve can do something then let him do it. It all helps to practice his coordination and motor skills, and he'll get a sense of accomplishment for actually doing something, as you saw."

"I know, it's just… habit to help him after all these months." Danny sighed and ran a hand over his face, a small smile coming out when he saw Steve squeeze the toy close. "Thank you so much for everything you guys have done for him, I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

"Don't mention it. Do you have any more bags?" She said, gesturing to the large rucksack on Danny's back that was full of Steve's medication, clothes and an envelope containing the longest discharge letter containing diagnoses and treatments that Danny had ever seen. He'd been told to give that to the people at the facility when they get there.

"Nah, it's just this one, his walking frame is already in the ambulance. Thanks so much again." Danny shook Alana's hand then pushed Steve out of the ward, following the paramedics to the waiting ambulance that would take them one step closer to Steve coming home.

When they arrived, the paramedics wheeled Steve out of the ambulance and Danny climbed out after him, watching his partners face as he craned his head around to see his surroundings.

"Shall we go inside, babe?" Danny asked as he approached him. Steve looked a little unsure, but nodded, so Danny took it as a good sign and wheeled him inside, the ambulance crew driving off after Danny said that they didn't need to come in. He saw a man and a woman waiting for them when they arrived at the reception desk.

"Hi, I guess you guys are for us? I'm Danny, and this is Steve. Say 'hi', buddy." Danny squeezed his shoulder.

"Hi." Steve looked up and whispered, before quickly ducking his head down to look at his cat. He refused to let go of it most of the time now.

"Sorry, I guess he's shy. It's the first time he's been out of the hospital."

"That's alright, it's nice to meet you both. I'm J.C., and this is Jake. Jake's our physiotherapist and I'm more of a mental health therapist. I'll be on hand to help Steve with any negative thoughts that may come back about his missions, or anything else really."

J.C. shook Danny's hand. He held his hand out to Steve, who looked up at Danny with a worried look on his face.

"Go on babe, it's alright." Danny assured him with a smile. Steve turned back and bit his lip, before reaching out to shake J.C.'s hand.

"Thanks, Steve. Alright guys, let me show you around."

Jake left them to it as he had another resident in the facility to see but said he'd come back tomorrow once Steve had settled in, so J.C. took him and Danny on a tour of the place. He showed them the dining room and their physiotherapy gym before showing them the one room that, above all else, made Danny pick this place over any other – the large indoor swimming pool. J.C. agreed that some gentle physio sessions in the pool would be greatly beneficial to Steve, and Danny made a note to bring in their swimming trunks tomorrow. Looking at Steve, who seemed transfixed by the water, Danny knew that he made the right choice.

"Do you like the pool, babe?" Danny asked him.

Steve still held his cat close to his chest, but smiled up at him. "Yeah! Danno swim too?"

"With you? Of course I will, babe." Danny continued to push Steve along as the tour continued. J.C. took them to see the gardens outside, the day room where activities for the residents would take place, and then took them to see Steve's new room. Danny was pleased to see that was fairly big and that it looked out onto the gardens, and had an en-suite wet room. It also had a queen-sized bed, a reclining armchair and a couch big enough for two people.

"Do either of you have any questions?" J.C. said from the doorway. Steve was busy looking around at everything around him, and wouldn't look at Danny when he tried to get his attention.

"Doesn't look like it. Thanks for the tour, J.C."

"No problem, brah. We've finished serving dinner now but I'll get someone to bring you guys something. We'll get started with Steve's rehab tomorrow so that you guys can get things unpacked and some rest. Will you be here tomorrow, Danny?"

"Uh… well now that Steve's here I've got some builders in to renovate the house so that he has a room and a wet room downstairs, and that we can get his new chair through the doorways. I'll probably be at the house most of the day so would most likely be visiting every afternoon until he goes to bed." Danny brushed his hair back from his face as he gazed at Steve, who was frowning at his feet. "I'm guessing you need all of his meds? He's due some of the anti-spasm one soon."

"Yeah, see that cabinet next to his bed with the lockable door at the front? You can put them all in there. The nurse who brings you guys some food will give Steve his evening time medication too. See you guys tomorrow!" J.C. waved as he left, and Danny went about unpacking Steve's clothes and medication, chatting to him as he did so.

"Okay babe, that's everything put away. Did you wanna sit with me on the couch while we eat?" Steve nodded and unbuckled himself from the chair and, with Danny's help, shuffled the small distance to the couch. As soon as Danny landed on the couch Steve instantly slumped into his side and buried his face in Danny's neck, letting out a big sigh.

"Hey, what's wrong? Do you not like it here? I know it's a new place with new people, but it seems nice." Danny wrapped his arms around him.

"Hmm, I not… Danno staying?"

"I'll stay here until you go to sleep, babe, and then I'll try and visit you every day at some point. I'm making a bedroom in your house for you, and that takes time. Okay?" Steve nodded, and Danny sat him upright as the nurse brought in their dinner and prepared Steve's medication. When she tried to give it to him he shook his head and grabbed Danny's hand.

"Come on, Steve, it's your medication to stop the spasms." The nurse tried to coax him but Steve moved his head out of the spoons path, shaking his head even more.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to him. Thanks anyway." Danny said, squeezing Steve's hand to try and sooth him. The nurse nodded and left the little pot and spoon on the table next to their food before leaving them to it. Danny ran his free hand through his hair before cupping Steve's jaw to get him to look at him, a sad smile on his face. Steve didn't return his smile, just gazed at him. Sighing, Danny let go of him and grabbed his meds. He scooped the syrup-like liquid into the little spoon and brought it up to Steve's mouth. Danny wasn't surprised in the slightest when he opened his mouth and took his medicine, and so he carried on until the pot was empty.

"Th-thank you, Danno." Steve stumbled over the hard word.

"It's alright babe, but you have to let these guys give you your medication when I'm not here." Steve nodded. "Okay, now let's eat and then I'll help you into bed."

Danny practically inhaled his sandwich, so while Steve finished his he took the time to check in with the team and Grace to let them know that the move went well. He then helped Steve across the room to get into his pyjamas and into the bed.

"Danno?" Steve quietly asked.

"Yeah, babe?" Danny perched on the edge of the bed. Steve opened his mouth to try and reply, but couldn't seem to find the right words. Instead he reached across the gap between them and tugged on Danny's shirt.

"Hug?" He asked hopefully with a sad look on his face. Danny smiled and pulled the covers back before laying next to Steve.

"You never have to ask." Danny whispered as he pulled the other man into his arms, holding him close as Steve began to cry into his chest. "I know it's a new place and you want to go home, but you won't be here forever."

"Home with Danno?" Steve asked. Danny linked his fingers with Steve's where they were gripping his shirt.

"Yeah, home with Danno. I'm gonna look after you, babe." Danny continued to run his hand up and down his back as he slowly felt Steve's breathing even out as he fell asleep. He carefully eased out from underneath and pulled the covers over him, tucking his trusty cat toy under Steve's arm.

"Love you, Danno." Danny saw Steve's eyes half open as he stared at him. He knelt down and brushed his lips against Steve's forehead.

"Love you too babe, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. And be good, okay? They're here to help us." Steve nodded slowly before succumbing to sleep, face buried into the pillow. Danny looked at him fondly before closing his bedroom door, thanking J.C. again as he passed him on the way out.

Danny got back to Steve's house after getting a cab back to the hospital to collect his car. He made his way through up the stairs and collapsed onto Steve's bed, hugging the pillow close to him. It only faintly smelt of it's owner now, Danny realised, and suddenly the tears started coming and they wouldn't stop. He couldn't get the image of Steve asleep on his own in a strange place out of his head, and almost grabbed his keys and drove over there. But he resisted, assuring himself that the facility would phone him if Steve had any problems. His tears eventually subsided and he had just about enough energy left to strip his trousers and shirt off, before falling asleep, Steve's face still at the front of his mind.