I'm back! If you haven't noticed yet, I'll probably alternate each day which of my two current stories I update. I sadly only have time for one chapter a day now. So expect an update usually every other day. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Danny had lapsed back into silence after his breathy whisper of his brother's name. Max's autopsy report on Matt made him feel worse for Danny about what he'd seen. Steve had contacted Danny's mother, but she was unable to come since Danny's father needed round the clock care from somebody he knew and trusted. Steve's father hadn't lived long enough to succumb to Alzheimer's. He wondered if his mother would. He had tried to contact Danny's sisters, but they were both doctors and had gone to Africa on a humanitarian mission and would be out of contact for at least another two weeks. For now, Rachel, Grace, and Five-0 were his family. Steve never left Danny's bedside. He never left the hospital. Sanchez had allowed him into the staff locker room for showers, eliminating the need to go home. He couldn't leave Danny alone. Not that the others cared any less for Danny. On the contrary, they loved him with all their hearts, but for Steve, it was different. Danny was, is, his brother. Since the first case they'd worked, these two seemingly clashing men bonded so tightly, that blood no longer determined what the word brother meant. Steve smiled at the memory of them clinking glasses and having their first civil conversation on his Lanai. They had come so far in such a short time. Steve bowed his head. He had never been much of the diligent religious type, and he didn't really identify with any specific form of Christianity. To him, his religion was simple. It was him and God. He worked his damndest to serve Him and in return, he sent prayers. His prayers were simple. No fancy words or nightly recitations. Sometimes, he would pray for his mother, for Mary Ann, or for his team. Sometimes he would beg the Lord's forgiveness for the lives he had been forced to take and for those he had hurt, no matter how guilty they were. Today, like many other days, he prayed for Danny. At first, his prayers were for Danny to find happiness here in Hawaii, to feel less alone in the world, to feel like he had a home. More recently, he prayed for Danny's life. He made promises to God that he would fulfill without hesitation if Danny woke up and was able to live again and watch his little girl grow up. On the tenth day, Steve's prayers were answered.

"Nghh…" Came Danny's unintelligible moan from the bed. Steve nearly dropped his steaming hot coffee in surprise and elation. He leaned over Danny and grabbed his partner's hand.

"Danno? Can you hear me?" he asked, his hopes slowly rising as Danny's finger closed around his hand. Another garbled sound escaped Danny's lips.

"Come on, partner. Open those eyes." Steve coaxed gently. After a few false starts, Danny's eyes fluttered open for the first time in a long time. Steve felt his hopes rise higher still.

"You with me buddy?" Danny was silent a moment.

"You have a face." Danny said slowly. To the doctors, it would sound like a nonsensical proclamation and they would worry about brain damage. To Steve, it was music to his ears.

"I don't think this one has a name yet." Danny continued groggily. "It's like a mixture of 'the Goof', 'Aneurism', and 'I'm obsessed with something and refuse to sleep until it's over'." Steve's smile grew wider.

"I think you covered all the bases pretty well." Steve paused a moment and grew more serious. "So, what do you remember?"

"Enough. Just, tell me you got Matty out of there and he hasn't been planted in some damn potter's field." Danny said quietly.

"Don't worry. Max took care of him. He's waiting for you to give him a proper send off."

"Thank you." Danny said, trying to convey all of his emotions into those two words. "So how long have I been out? How's my baby girl?"

"Ten very long days. Grace is good. She and Rachel are resting up at my place. She had some big fight with Stan." Danny tried unsuccessfully to hide his smile.

"God…I feel like I've been run over with a truck a gazillion times. I'm a little fuzzy on things towards the end. What's the damage?"

"Well, you're currently healing from severe internal bleeding, a nasty concussion, and lung damage. You scared the hell out of us, Danno. Four times. Four times you died on us! And that's not counting the tetrodotoxin thing which I will probably never forget."

"I'm sorry." Danny said quietly.

"Just…don't do it again." Steve said, his face cracking into 'the Goof'.

Three hours later, Sanchez had declared him weak, but recovering and no longer at high risk. He dismissed the chance of brain and heart damage. Steve had called in everyone and they all arrived simultaneously as Sanchez delivered the good news. Grace quickly jumped on the bed and gently yet tightly hugged her father. They all stayed the night again, but this time they stayed up late and talked. They caught Danny up on everything and told stories until they couldn't keep their eyes open. The stress of recent events melted away in the bright glow of happy conversation. In a moment of peace while everyone else was asleep, Steve sent his thanks to God, and then he too, fell into a much needed slumber.

Probably one more chapter to go. I hope I didn't go too fast with his waking up thing. I also hope I didn't offend you with all the religious talk in this chapter. Sorry if it did, but I won't change how I feel and how I view the characters. Leave me a review!