Steve is cranky, plain and simple, no two ways about it. He. Is. Cranky. He barely manages to keep from biting Jerry's head off before the man leaves for the day, fully aware that his is responsible for the SEAL's mood. Maybe that's why they weren't such good roomies. Jerry slumps his way down the hall and Steve crosses his arms over his chest, mulish and childish.

"Okay, what'd you do to Jerry?" Danny asked, studying his partner from the doorway.

"I didn't do anything," Steve claimed still looking mulish.

"Lying's not attractive. The man looked like you told him D.B. Cooper never left the plane but actually hid in the bathroom."

"What?" Steve asked, drawing his eyebrows down and wrinkling his nose.

Danny lounged against the doorframe, settling in for the long haul and like the ten-year-olds they truly are, they started a staring contest. Danny had way more experience at the these juvenile antics, Steve caved.

"He talks in his sleep," Steve pouted.

Danny pressed his lips together into a thin line trying to suppress the mirth threatening to choke him. His eyes twinkled with the contained laughter. He coughed to cove the chuckle that escaped as he said, "A lot of people do, babe."

Steve squirmed, self conscious. "Not like that they don't."

"Okay, I'll bite. How do you mean?"

"He talks," Steve emphasized.

"So you've said."

"No, like, all night. He never stopped," he stressed.

Danny chuckled, "This man was your roomie for a couple weeks and you didn't already know this?"

"He slept downstairs."

"So did I and you still heard me," Danny pointed out.

"You played the T.V. at unacceptable levels. He talks a a normal level but he's right next to you it's hard to ignore him," Steve whined.

"This is all well and good but it doesn't explain all the eight grade melodrama."

"I may have taken a couple of things wrong, maybe. He was a little too honest in some of what he said," Steve muttered.

Danny crossed the room to sit (collapse) in the chair, almost convulsing with laughter. He couldn't get himself under control, pounding his fist on the arm.

"It's not that funny," Steve sulked.

"Oh, babe," Danny started, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You are offended by the opinions of a self proclaimed conspiracy theorist."

"He thinks I'm an anal, control freak with mother issues."

"Babe, I tell you that all the time," Danny points out.

"Yeah but you're you. Jerry's well, Jerry."

"What does that even mean?" Danny questioned.

"You are naturally negative. Jerry is a like a giant kid, all innocent and shit."

"Man, you have issues," Danny stated.

Steve's doctor knocked on the door preventing an argument. "May I enter, gentlemen?"

"Yes, please," Danny begged.

Dr. Samuels shook his head. He wasn't sure if he was going to miss this pair. "I have some good news, Steve. How'd you like to go home today?"

"I wouldn't say no," Steve replied.

"You do realized your release is going to come with some rules and restrictions, buddy," Danny said coyly.

"You do love pointing out the obvious don't you," Steve shot back not quite ready to give up on the earlier argument.

Samuels cleared his throat, yeah not going to miss this pair. "Guys, you want to let me finish or I could keep you another day." They both snapped their mouths shut and conceded the floor. "I won't release you unless you have someone with you 24/7 until you have your condition under control with therapy. I'll give a list of agencies that offer those services. Also you need to be some place where you don't have to deal with excessive stairs. You are prohibited from driving, flying and any exercise other than therapy until cleared. Are these conditions clear and obtainable for you?"

Uncharacteristically, Steve turned to Danny for answers. "We'll make it happen," his partner stated.

"Okay then, I'll get your papers started along with your first few sessions scheduled. You should be on your way in an hour or so," Dr. Samuels declared.

Once Samuels left, Danny turned to Steve. "I can step out if you want to shower now," he offered.

Steve didn't hesitate, "I'll wait till I'm home. Wash the hospital smell off me then." He completely missed the pained, partially amused expression on his partner's face.

It was close to two hours before the dynamic duo extricated themselves from the paperwork and exited into the welcoming brightness and warmth of the Hawaiian sun. Danny smiled and lifted a hand in acknowledgement as Chin pulled into the passenger loading zone. "Right on time," he said as he opened the passenger door.

Steve, finally taking stock of his surroundings after dismissing his wheelchair, asked, "Not that I'm not glad to see you Chin, but what are you doing here?"

"Danny call to tell us you were being set free and we agreed it would be easier for you to not have to slink down into the Camaro or climb up into your truck so here I am."

"I don't suppose it occurred to either one of you to ask me?" Steve complained.

"Easier to ask forgiveness than permission and all that," Danny answered through the open window.

"Well no more making decisions for me. I can take care of myself," Steve claimed sounding a bit like a six-year-old.

Danny backed away a little muttering, "Oh, you are so not going to like what's coming next then."

Steve could see his partner's lips moving but couldn't understand the words. "What was that, Danno?"

Danny looked over Steve's shoulder to a grinning Chin, silently beseeching the man to help him out. Chin shook his head and grinned even wider, the zen freak. "I was saying let's get this show on the road," Danny fibbed.

Fairly certain he'd just been lied to, Steve looked at Chin, who was trying to conceal his smile, and said, "Fine. Chin Ho, take me home please." Chin didn't respond.

Steve found he was having a hard time dealing with the moving car so he closed his eyes and concentrated on his exercises, for which Chin was extremely grateful. Once his boss figured out they'd tricked him, there was going to be hell to pay. He would much prefer to have witnesses around when Steve murdered him and Danny. He said a silent prayer of thanks that his passenger fell asleep halfway through the drive. Danny had gotten caught at a couple of intersections, falling a couple of miles behind. Chin shut the engine off to wait for Danny. Grace poked her head out when she heard a car pull up. She smirked and waved, easily figuring out why neither of her uncles were coming in.

Danny pulled up to the curb so he wouldn't block Chin in. He walked around to the driver's side, eyebrow raised in silent question.

"Safety in numbers, brah," Chin said in his defense as he carefully got out of the car.

"Couldn't agree more," Danny joked. He slowly opened the door to reach in and gently lay his hand on Steve's shoulder. "Time to rise and shine, princess."

Steve woke with a start. "Um, huh, what?"

"Well that was articulate," Danny teased. "Let's get you inside, babe."

Steve managed to get out under his own power. Slowly surveying his surroundings he grunted, "This isn't my place."

"Your powers of observation are amazing. We'll make a cop out of you yet," Danny said in the same teasing tone from earlier.

"Daniel, why are we at your house?"

Danny ignored the question. "Come on. Let's get in the house where there is air conditioning."

Steve briefly thought about arguing further but there was a certain appeal to getting out of the sun so he allowed his "friends" to manhandle him into Danny's house. He didn't realize how much getting out of the hospital had taken its tole on him until he was sitting on Danny's couch with his feet up and a cold drink in his hand. (Ice tea cause Danno said no alcohol for you for a long time, Uncle Steve.) He was almost positive he should be paying more attention to the strategy meeting going on in Danny's dining area but Grace was doing an excellent job of distracting him by giving him the low down on the dating scene at her school. Danny's bellowed, "Grace," had her scurrying across the room.

Grace skipped back and skidded to a stop in front of him, holding out her hand. "I need your wallet, please."

Steve started fishing it out of his pocket, stopping mid-gesture when the request sank in. "Why do you need my wallet?"

"Just hand it over, McGarrett. Resistance is futile," Chin called out. Grace skipped away with his wallet.

Five minutes later, "Steven, is the state your primary insurance or the Navy?"

"The Navy?" Steve answered, unsure as to why he was being asked.

"Are you asking?" Danny shot back.

"Why do you need to know?" Steve countered.

"Let the grownups handle this, Steven," Danny ordered.

Murmurings of good nursing characteristics and medical supplies provided a low hum of white noise, relaxing in an odd way. Steve smirked a little when he heard Danny say, "That's it. You get to talk to the rest of these idiots, Chin. I don't have the patience. I'll arrange the furniture movers."

Steve jerk his head at that and wished he hadn't. He groaned as his vision blurred. Two chairs scrapping the floor and heavy footsteps immediately followed the distress sound. "Steve," Chin said moving behind the couch and putting his hands on his friend's shoulders while Danny and Grace sandwiched him between them.

"I'm okay guys. It's passed," Steve huffed.

"That's good but we can stay this way for a couple minutes," Chin stated calmly.

"You two going to fill me in on your plans for my life?" Steve asked around his inhale/exhales.

"We can't get a bed until Tuesday and the full time nurse can't start till Thursday so you are going to be guest of Casa de Williams until these pieces can be put into place," Danny answered.

"Why can't I stay in my own home?" Steve asked again.

"Do I need to pull out the doc's release orders?" Danny countered.

"You're lucky Grace is here," Steve growled.

"You're lucky you have ohana who care," Chin said from behind him.

"You should be grateful, Uncle Steve, the doctor suggested a rehab center. Danno and Uncle Chin kyboshed that one," Grace revealed.

Steve opened his eyes to slowly focus on his friends. "Thanks, guys."

"Yeah, yeah. Now you want to wash that hospital stink off?" Danny asked.

The best idea Steve had heard in the last hour. He made it to the bathroom without assistance. Closing the door, he noticed the suction cup grab bars and the shower chair. "Daniel!" he bellowed.

"Don't worry, babe, those are all transferable to your place," Danny stated, voice coming from a position all too close on the other side of the door.