For those of you begging for a quick update...

"Really, you're going with the pillow?"

Hoffman whirled to face the sudden light to his left, eyes widening in shock as he came face to face with the injured Detective Williams.

Danny was seated in a well-padded wheel chair just inside the entry to his room's private bathroom. He turned to look up at McGarrett who was leaning casually against the door frame, "I owe you five bucks." He turned back to Hoffman, whose head was still whipping back and forth between Danny and the young, blond HPD officer that was climbing from the bed, "you do realize that the sentence for attempted murder is one hell of a lot longer than the one for extortion, right? And now you have what, four more witnesses?" He waved a hand at Kono and Chin who had appeared in the main doorway to the room.

He glanced up at Steve with a smirk, "Book 'em Steve-o."

"That's my line," Steve grumped as he shook his head. Danny was putting on a brave front, but Steve could see the tightness around his eyes and the pain in his posture. He'd been against this plan from the start but Danny had been adamant; he wanted Hoffman behind bars, he wanted his family safe. He'd argued excessively that the Housing Commissioner would be coming after him but would be scared away if there was a guard hanging around outside his door; which Steve grudgingly admitted was probably true. Still he knew that his partner needed to be resting in bed, not sitting upright for hours on end waiting on a would be assassin. Hell it was less than 14 hours ago that he'd almost gotten killed by a car bomb- he should be in bed. And yes, Steve knew he sounded like the biggest mother hen on Earth, but Danny had almost died damn it!

Steve pushed those thoughts aside, instructing the HPD officer to take Hoffman straight to booking; no phone calls and no contact with the Jackson brothers. There was no way Steve was going to give him the opportunity to order another hit on Danny; having a free pass from the Governor really did have its perks sometimes.

It was rather comical actually, Hoffman was completely dumbfounded; the man still hadn't managed to process that he'd been caught, that he was going to jail. Steve couldn't believe his arrogance; to come after Danny not once, but twice in the same day and in such protected places as the Palace and the hospital. Hoffman obviously thought he was invincible.

He just hadn't counted on Danny being invincible too.

Steve grabbed the handles of his partner's wheelchair, watching Danny wince as he tried to find a more comfortable position, "and you think I try to be superman. Let's get you into a hospital bed that isn't part of an active crime scene."

Danny wasn't about to argue, he was tired and he was in pain. Everything seemed to hit him right as the HPD officer had snapped the cuffs around Hoffman's wrists; he'd done his job, the people who had threatened his family were behind bars and well on their way to staying there permanently. Even with the extra padding the nursing staff had added to the wheelchair, his shrapnel wounds still itched and burned from the pressure of the chair. His ribs screamed with each breath and he knew that he was worrying his team with his lack of hand motion but he simply couldn't drum up the energy to cause himself that much pain. Danny didn't even want to think about the damage done to his right hamstring; Jaycee had just finished whipping that leg back into shape after his knee injury. She was going to kill him or at the very least smack him upside the head for damaging her handy work.

Steve's concern kept him from ribbing the Jersey native further as they moved the two doors down the hall. Danny was completely exhausted and sweating heavily by the time Steve and the medical staff got him settled into the new bed. A shot of the good stuff into his newly placed IV finally had him breathing a little easier; the medical staff hadn't exactly been excited about Danny's plan either. In fact, Steve was sure Dr. Fraiser would have a lot to say about in the morning; she'd gone home for the evening thinking her troublesome patient was safety medicated in his bed for the night. That woman could probably give Danny a run for his money in the Ranting Olympics. If he didn't know better he'd swear she was related to that coinsurer of physical torture aka the Doctor of Physical Therapy that Danny had seen regularly for several months after he tore his ACL. Steve had been present for a couple of the sessions; the SEALs had trained him to endure various types of torture, but what that woman had put Danny through did not look fun. One look at Danny's face and Steve had to wonder if he'd just realized that he'd be headed back to therapy.

Danny looked up at him with wide, glazed eyes; the drugs had obviously kicked in. "You'll keep Grace and Rachael at the safe house for a couple more days won't you?"

"Course, you know I won't let anything happen to them. Although, we may have find Stan a different place to stay; that man got himself so deep in the dog house I'm not sure Rachael will ever let him out." Steve laughed appreciatively, remembering the look on Rachael's face while Stan was explaining himself, "she has some kind of temper."

"Tell me about it," Danny mumbled with an amused smile. "I was married to her for seven years."

"Yeah, kinda reminds me of you."

Danny managed a half-hearted glare before he finally allowed sleep to claim him.