A/N: So glad you're enjoying! Here's another chapter and answers! Not sure you'll like the answer but who would given the answer.

Chapter 4

Steve paced angrily. He was a tiger in a cage without bars. The team was around him but they wisely kept a wide berth. He was dangerous so riled and tense. Hours had passed since they stormed the hospital with a barely alive Daniel. The medics were beside themselves he wasn't dead let alone conscious enough to search for Steve. He was in a clean set of clothes now, his own soaked in blood, but feeling worse by the minute. He asked almost every ten minutes for word on Danny but there was never an answer except the lack of news. Rebecca had waited for some time with them but was eventually forced home to care for Gracie. Steve was overwhelmed with a sense of relief when she'd left. Her crying, as quiet as she'd tried to keep it, left him unnerved and with a growing sense of hopelessness.

"I should be doing something damnit!" He shouted suddenly and kicked over a trash can making everyone in the wing jump sharply. Several staff leered unappreciative. Chin Ho Kelly stood and limped over to the battered can, up-righted it and replaced the few bits of spilled trash.

"You have done something. You kept him alive long enough for the doctors to do their work."

"Well it's not enough! I should be doing more!"

"What could you do?" Chin sniped pointedly. Steve whipped around to stare heatedly but didn't reply.

"It's been six hours! What's taking them so long?" He growled and went back to pacing tight circles.

"It means he's hanging in there you just have to let them work." Chin berated gimping his way in between McGarrett and the information desk. They settled again into uncomfortable silence and impatient trekking. The hours inched by slowly and one by one the team gave in and were slumped asleep in their chairs, snoring softly. Steve couldn't blame them but he couldn't stop moving. It seemed to him if he stopped then Danny might know he gave up and give up too. He would fail him. He couldn't do that, not to Danny. It was startling to see the morning light streaming through the window of a patient's open doored room when the doctor finally appeared.

"Family of Daniel Williams?" Steve toppled over himself to get to the doctor heart pounding with fear.

"How is he? Where is he? Is Danny awake?" The man sighed scrubbing his forehead exhausted.

"He's in intensive care for now, it seemed the best place while we wait."

"Wait? Wait for what? What's his condition? Is he going to be okay?"

"I can't really say. Surgery was tricky, he's so unstable but he held on."

"Look, just tell me how he's doing? How long till he recovers?"

"I can't tell you that." Their voices woke the others drawing them to spectate.

"Why the hell not! Why won't you just tell me!"

"Because by every medical standard Mr. Williams should be dead! I don't know why he's alive!" Steve recoiled as if slapped, mouth snapping shut sharply.

"What do you mean he shouldn't be alive?" He snarled after a moment recovering from the shock.

"The amount of blood loss his heart shouldn't have kept beating and his body couldn't maintain temperature so he suffered hypothermia, severe concussion, lacerations and punctures to nearly every internal organ."

"I need to see him. Now." The doctor gave a long suffering sigh.

"Very well. I'm told you kept him conscious far longer than was natural, maybe your luck will hold." He followed the doctor back beyond the staff only zone feeling his stomach clench with anticipation. There was an unnatural silence and utter calm that was eerie. He felt like there should be chaos and constant noise to represent the fight for their patients' lives. He was led to room in the middle of a wing and the doctor pointed him inside but went on to other patients. McGarret felt his legs go to jelly seeing Danny. He was white to the point of translucent. There were bandages over most of his body and all of them were stained with blood. He had tubes in both his arms, one in his thigh and a ventilator shoved down his throat. He pressed a palm to his forehead unnerved by the intense chill. He had an electric blanket covered by two heavy blankets but his body was still hypothermic from the blood loss.

"Aw Danno." He sighed brushing his fingers through his hair, plastered to his forehead from the cold sweat of shock. He glanced at the stats and was dismayed to see them so dangerously depressed. The doctors hadn't lied when they said by all medical standards he shouldn't be alive. A shiver shook the Jersey man. Steve thought if he didn't have the tube in his mouth his teeth would have chattered. "You gotta hang in there Danny. Cat gave the guy a sound beating. You should have seen it. He was crying and everything. I'm going to make sure he's nailed to the wall but you still have to pull through you hear me? Don't you give up." He sighed not getting any sign of awareness. It was several hours before he could bring himself to look away from Danny. He was unchanged as he left, with promise to return soon. He had to have a chat with the man they had in interrogation. He needed an explanation and it would never be good enough.

The man was stringy but was deceptively powerful. He fidgeted and squirmed in the chair he was tightly cuffed to unable to relax. That pleased Steve a little but he deserved so much worse. He continued to watch him eager to pick up on his every little tick. The only thing consistent was his anxiety and that he continued to ask for him. It was about time he gave the scum what he wanted. The man's whole demeanor brightened seeing him walk in despite the intense scowl he wore.

"McGarret I'm so happy you came to see me!" The glare Steve sent him could have made a nuclear explosion but the man didn't seem fazed.

"I only have one question for you."

"Oh yes anything. I'll tell you anything." The man leaned as close to McGarret as the restraints would allow.

"Why did you attempt to kill Daniel Williams?" His chipper attitude slipped.

"Attempt? What do you mean attempt? The little worm survived? I don't understand how he didn't die. I mean he kept writhing and crying. Lil bitch wouldn't keep still." Steve's jaw twitched with rage.

"Why did you try to kill Danny?" He reiterated feeling himself go cold as ice.

"I couldn't let him continue. Your work is righteous and he was a temptation. I couldn't let you be distracted from your mission. You have to save the world. I couldn't stand for the way he seduced you. Making you lust for him with his strawberry seductions. Disgusting!" The man swore and spat like he had a vile taste in his mouth. Steve found himself staring stunned. This trash tried to kill Danno because he thought he was seducing him? He shook his head and scrubbed his forehead. He couldn't do this. There was no point. He couldn't accomplish anything talking to this lowlife.

"Book him. I can't waste my time on this piece of garbage." Steve left the man spluttering headed for the hospital.