A/N: Thanks for all the responses to my frustration with the lack of Scott on the show. I am looking forward to the next episode, which will have Danno in it. Even if it is two weeks away. No no, twelve days. Anyway thanks for reading thus far. I hope you all continue to enjoy.

A/N: I do not own H50. I do not own it no no no. I do not own it in the dirt. Not even with a Danno shirt. I do not own it, no I can't. Not even a funny Danny rant. I do not own it out at sea. I do not own it so whoa is me. Oh, sorry had a bit of a Dr. Seuss moment. I don't own any of his stuff either. That's it no more sugar for me.

Grace managed to walk next to Steve for a few hours before her ankle started bothering her again. She tried to ignore it and keep moving, but Steve soon figured it out when she started to limp slightly. He stopped, checked the dressing on her ankle, and then didn't give her a choice about being carried. He put his backpack on Grace, hoisted her up onto his back, and kept on going.

"Are you sure, Uncle Steve?" Grace asked as Steve ducked under a low hanging branch, "I think I could walk for a little bit longer."

Steve couldn't help, but chuckle at the little girl. He turned his head slightly with a huge grin on his face.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are as stubborn as your father?" he asked.

To his surprise she thought about it for a minute before answering.

"Mom said that I was," she stated with a straight face.

Steve laughed, reached up, and patted one of her hands before turning his attention back to the never ending jungle in front of him.

H50

Grace clung to Steve's neck as he worked his way through the trees, vines, and thick vegetation.

The sun had gone down past the trees taking the light with it. On the plus side it meant the temperature and humidity were dropping. However, on the other side it was getting to be too dark for Steve to walk. He was certain that had they been on a trail he could have kept going, but he didn't want to risk an injury by continuing over the uneven ground in the dark.

Steve stopped next a large tree and set Grace down. Steve sat, opened up his bag, and pulled out a water bottle. Neither had had anything to drink since they had left Danno's house.

"How many of those do you have?" Grace asked licking her dry lips.

"Four," Steve responded as he twisted the cap off one and handed her the bottle, "You first."

Grace didn't argue. She was certain she could have drunk the entire thing, but she made sure to only drink half. She handed the bottle back to Steve, and he finished it. She leaned her back against the tree as Steve checked his fire arm. He turned the safety off now that Grace was no longer carrying the bag. Danny was going to have a fit when he learned that Grace had been wearing Steve's backpack all evening which contained a loaded gun. Steve was trying to take every precaution he could, but felt that he needed to be prepared just in case.

"We'll rest here for a bit," Steve said as he settled next to Grace, "Try to sleep."

Grace didn't need to be told twice. Between the walking earlier and the heat she was exhausted. She laid head on Steve's chest and closed her eyes. He put his arm around her shoulders holding her close. He leaned his head back against the tree trunk and closed his eyes. He kept his ears open in case someone approached.

"Uncle Steve?" came Grace's voice through the darkness.

"Yeah?"

"What if someone comes while we're sleeping?" she asked.

Steve leaned down until his lips found the top of her head. "If someone comes I'll take care of you," he promised giving her a kiss.

"Uncle Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetie?"

It was silent for a moment before Grace continued.

"Do you think Danno is looking for us?" she asked.

"Don't you worry, Gracie," Steve said, "As soon as he finds out what happened I'm sure he'll charge in with a bulldozer or something."

"What about a tank?" she asked.

"Hhhmmm," Steve said pretending to think it over, "I think that might be 'too military' for him. Although a tank would probably be more affective than a bulldozer."

Grace laughed tiredly and rested her hand on Steve's chest. The SEAL found it with his own and squeezed. He hoped that Danny had figured out that something was wrong. Steve wasn't sure how much longer he could evade their pursuers if help didn't come.

H50

Danny yawned as he hit the end button on his cell phone. The call with the D.A had not only come late, but had lasted for over 2 hours. He got up off the couch and stretched his stiff body. It had grown dark outside his window.

Danny was a little surprised that he hadn't heard from Steve or Grace. He called his daughter's phone first. It rang several times before he heard her voice mail introduction. Steve's phone went straight to voice mail. Danny figured that Steve's phone probably needed to be charged and his daughter's was very likely still in her backpack.

Danny remembered the hike and how tired he had felt just going one way. He imagined Grace falling asleep on the way back to Steve's and her bag being left in the truck.

Danny pushed aside the few worried feelings that he had knowing he was overreacting. He pushed the thought of driving over to Steve's and chewing him out for not keeping his phone charged so they could remain in touch out of his head. The detective was not in the mood to get a lecture from Steve about trust, Steve's experience on the trails of Oahu, or about how Danny constantly overreacted when it came to his daughter.

Danny yawned again and turned on the T.V planning out what time he would head over to Steve's the next day.

H50

Steve's eyes flew open. He realized he had fallen asleep. It was lighter now, but that's not what had woken him. He had heard several branches breaking in the distance. The sounds were heading right in their direction.

"Grace. . . Grace," Steve whispered urgently shaking the little girl.

Grace's eyes opened slightly and then closed again. Steve took in a frustrated breath before he tried again.

"Come on, wake up Grace," he urged.

Grace took in a deep breath as her eyes opened. She saw Steve's face with the jungle in the background. Steve put his fingers to his lips. Both then heard the sounds of someone approaching. Grace's eyes grew wide as she looked up at Steve. She wrapped her arms around his middle and buried her face into his chest. Steve gave her a comforting hug as he looked up and studied the tree they had been leaning against.

Steve got to his feet and pulled his backpack over his shoulders. Grace started to get up. Steve put his hands under her arms and lifted her so she could reach one of the lower branches. She pulled herself up and start to climb higher disappearing from view. Steve shimmied up the trunk and also pulled himself up into the tree. He climbed up to where Grace had gotten to. She had stopped on a large branch. Steve stood behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Ssshhh," he whispered, "Stay as still as you can."

Steve wished he could reach his gun, but didn't want to risk removing his pack to retrieve it. Grace hugged the tree trunk trying to put as much weight as she could on her good ankle. Steve stood right behind her hanging onto a branch above his head.

A few moments later the pair watched as two figures appeared below the tree. Steve could only see the tops of their heads, but he was certain it was two of the men who had attacked them. From where he was neither looked like they had been shot. One asked the other if he could see anything. The other gave a negative response. The next few moments that the two men looked around seemed more like a few hours. Both Grace and Steve let out a sigh of relief when they moved on.

Steve told Grace that they were going to stay up in the tree for a few more minutes to make sure they were really gone. The pair sat on the branch and waited. Steve once again put a comforting arm around Grace.

"I'm going to have a look around," Steve said a little while later, "If it's safe I'll come back and get you and if it's not. . ." Steve stopped as he saw Grace's eyes widen in fear. He squeezed her shoulders giving her a reassuring hug. "If it's not then you wait here. You have to be as quiet as you can and you don't come down no matter what happens. As soon as we are out of sight you climb down and run in the opposite direction."

Grace wrapped her arms around Steve and cried into his shirt. She was scared that something bad was going to happen to him and that those men were going to hurt him. Also the thought of being all alone in the jungle scared her. Steve held onto her and let her take as much time as she needed. When she pulled away he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and started to climb down. Grace watched as Steve's feet hit the ground. He removed his gun from the backpack, looked around for a moment, and then walked off out of her sight.

Grace waited and listened for any signs that Steve was in trouble. She was relieved and let out the breath she had been holding when Steve reappeared at the base of the tree.

"Come on down sweetheart," he urged.

Grace made her way down to the lowest branch and using her arms hung down. Steve got a hold of her waist and helped her the rest of the way to the ground. Grace winced when she put pressure on her ankle. Steve tucked his gun into the from of his cargo pants and reached for Grace.

"Come here," Steve said putting one hand under her knees while the other supported her back as he lifted her back up.

Steve didn't want to waste time removing his pack so he could carry her on his back. This would do for now.

Grace wrapped her arms around Steve's neck as he started moving once again at a quick pace through the jungle.

A/N: Don't worry the cavalry is coming, but the cavalry has to know there is a problem first. Hope you are enjoying the story. By the way Danny is going to wish he had trusted his initial instincts when he couldn't get a hold of Steve and Grace. More to come. Thanks for reading.