Present Day…

Chin poked his head into the bathroom, after Kono insisted he go check on their 'temporary' boss, only to find Danny's phone lying on the floor. He stepped toward it, glancing around, before picking it up. He read the text across the screen, racing out of the room.

He shoved the phone at Kono when he burst into Danny's office, moving toward his laptop. His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in the address he had just read, while Kono said, "Why didn't he tell us?"

"Probably because of the message," Chin responded waiting for Google to bring up his search. It showed him a link to a Kingsing Distributors. He clicked on it, reading through the history. They distributed sugarcane and pineapple, they're name had King and Sing in it. Two of the eight, or nine, poems made sense.

"Kono, call HPD and have them meet us there," Chin said running out of Danny's office, Kono steps behind him, already on her phone. You guys better be alive…

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Danny burst into the building, the gunshots still ringing in his ears, just in time to see a bloody Steve kneeling in the middle of the warehouse, a gun pointed directly at his head. A new wave of energy rolled through Williams as he sprinted across the floor, tackling Steve. Or trying to. It was more like ramming into a brick wall, one that just happened to move slightly.

The gun flew from McGarrett's grip from the hit, skidding across the floor, just as Danny landed next to his partner. The wind had been knocked from his lungs, but as he pushed himself to his knees, he managed to wheeze, "W…what the h…hell's the m…matter…" he trailed off, finally getting a good look at Steve McGarrett.

Danny had known Steve for around five months and in those months he had noticed that Steve had many facial expressions. Many. Many, many, many. Danny had a name for most of them. (Some names, okay almost all, Steve didn't even approve of).

Yet, with every facial expression, he always managed to keep his emotions in check. That was how their partnership worked. Danny showed his emotions, Steve kept himself distant. It worked for them. Until now…

McGarrett's eyes were red, tears tracks running down his bloody, dirty face. He was trembling, barely taking any notice to the fact that both his arms were bleeding. Or one was, the other long since stopping.

"What happened…?" Danny trailed off, noticing the track marks in the nook of Steve's arm. "Oh my God," he whispered anger rolling through his veins, his stomach clenching. "What did he do to you?"

"Leave me alone," Steve snapped shoving Danny away from him when the latter attempted to check his freely bleeding shoulder. McGarrett backed as far away from Danny as he could. Moving brought his slowly swelling wrist into view.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Williams said cautiously, carefully moving toward the SEAL. "It's me, it's Danny."

"Y…you're not r…real," Steve stammered slamming his eyes shut, covering his ears. "L…leave me alone…"

"Hey, it's really me," Danny responded quietly, stopping just short of touching distance from the SEAL. "It's really Danny."

"No," McGarrett insisted, shaking his head, yet he still sounded a tad uncertain.

"It's me, I promise," Williams replied using his 'Gracie had a nightmare' voice. "It's me, Steve."

Distrust burned in Steve's eyes, enough to make Danny's stomach twist in knots, but slowly it wilted to confusion. "Danny?' McGarrett whispered.

"Yes, it's me."

"Danny, I...I…" the words stuck in McGarrett's throat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he collapsed into a heap.

"STEVE!" Danny shouted as his partner started to convulse…

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Chin, Kono, and a few members from SWAT move toward the building. She nodded to Chin, splitting up with two SWAT members. They circled the building, taking the rear while Chin Ho and his team took the front.

"Go," Kelly's voice drifted into her ear from her comm. She nodded to the two men with her, turning and kicking the door in. They rushed inside, only to stop when Danny yelled, "Call an ambulance!" at Chin.

Kono watched as Steve convulsed on the floor, Danny keeping a hold of his shoulders. She didn't know what was going on, but whatever the case Steve wasn't doing well.

As her cousin called for a bus, Kono started looking around the room. There were pieces of a phone scattered across the floor (that could explain the gunshot Danny had heard), an empty tray sitting next to a bloody chair, broken glass littering the cement next to it, and a gun laid about a foot and a half from Steve's still shaking body. Kalakaua didn't want to think about what had gone down.

"Hurry," Chin barked into his cell hanging up. He knelt down next to Danny and Steve, the latter's convulsing slowly dwindling down to slight tremors.

"What happened?" Chin demanded when Kono joined the three guys.

"I…I don't…" Danny took a breath, attempting to keep his emotions from his voice. As usual, Kono could see his emotions in his eyes: fear, worry, panic. It was like a whirl of angst. "He was drugged, shot, and who knows what else." Leaving one hand on McGarrett's shoulder, he ran the other through his hair. "I…I don't even…"

Kono glanced over her shoulder at the broken glass. She stood up, ignoring Chin's curious glance, and moved toward the glass. She crouched down next to it, staring at it for a second. A couple pieces still had some lingering liquid on it.

"Hey, Chin, go get me some gloves and a baggie," she called over her shoulder. Chin cocked an eyebrow, giving her a questioning look, but still did what she asked. He returned a few seconds later, moving toward her, stopping long enough to tell Danny the ambulance had just pulled up.

Sure enough, a couple EMTs ran inside, a red bag sitting on top of the gurney they pushed inside the building. As they got to work on the downed SEAL, Kono collected samples of the glass.

"What was he given?" one EMT asked everyone in the room.

"We don't know," Chin responded turning to face them. Kono pushed herself to her feet, baggie in her hand, and said, "We can get the answer though."

"So can the hospital," the second EMT replied strapping an oxygen mask over McGarrett's face. They set him up with an IV for dehydration, but dared not give him anything else.

"Let's get going," the first EMT said once Steve was strapped to a gurney. As they were pushing him out of the warehouse, Danny trailing in their wake, Chin and Kono shared a look.

"This is almost like…"

"Yeah, I know," Chin said softly.

"You think he'll…"

"I don't know."

She ran her ungloved hand through her hair glancing down at the bag. "Should we test this?" Kono knew the EMT just said the hospital could get the answer for them, but she knew she couldn't just sit and wait for them to run their extensive tests. She had to do something, even if it was pointless.

"Come on," Chin said quietly, sensing what she needed. "We'll see if the lab guys can get this in today."

"Okay," she whispered, her eyes stinging, and followed her cousin out of the building…

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Danny declined the EMTs' offer to let him ride in the ambulance. He needed to do something before he could go see Steve. Chin had agreed to sit at the hospital, Kono heading back to HPD to get the glass sample tested. It was almost a race to her, which one could get the drug's identity first. Danny was banking on HPD.

As for Williams, he sat in a big, red, squishy chair looking out the window. He didn't even know if Bates was going to show up here, but a gut feeling told him to stay. To wait. To see.

Sure enough the door opened, shuffling feet telling him the portly man just entered the room. The door closed and Bates asked, "Been waiting long?"

"Not long," Danny said quietly still staring out the window. As much as he wanted to empty an entire clip into Bates, it wouldn't be right. He was unarmed, he needed help, and it was against protocol to fire a weapon at a civilian that wasn't shooting at him. So, yeah, Danny may have wanted the freak dead, but he just couldn't shoot him.

"I take it you found McGarrett."

"Yep," Williams responded slowly getting to his feet. "He's alive by the way." He noticed the flicker of disapproval in Bates' eyes through the reflection in the window. "You're plan didn't work."

"Probably not," Bates said with a shrug.

"No, definitely not."

"We'll see," Bates mumbled. He then took a breath, held out his wrists, and asked, "Are you going to arrest me Detective Williams?"

"Why? Why me?" Danny whispered slowly turning around, looking the shrink directly in the eyes. "Why any of this?"

"I was trying to help you," Nicholas responded as if it were natural to kidnap people and drug them.

"Yeah, like you helped your brother," Danny said recalling what he read in Bates' medical file.

"Shut up." the shrink paled drastically.

"Charlie. That was his name, right? And you let him die."

"Shut up," Bates snapped visibly shaking.

"You let him die because you thought you were helping him swim. You pushed him in the ocean, told him to start kicking. I bet your dad did that to you, so why not try it on your little brother. It worked for you, why not him right?"

"Shut up!" Bates screamed cutting Danny off. He lowered his voice, "Shut up. you have no idea what you are talking about. Charlie needed to learn to swim, just like you need to learn to live without your partner."

"We are not codependent!"

"But you are. You are. It's written in my notes. Seventy percent of the time, when you weren't talking about your ex or your daughter, you were talking about McGarrett. How infuriating he was, how insufferable he was, but how you'd die for him. That's not healthy, Daniel. You have to…"

"You're insane, you know that," Danny pointed out.

"But I'm not. You know I'm not. And if Steve were to have died you would have been so much better off."

"Go to hell," Danny spat pulling his handcuffs from his pocket. "And you have the right to remain silent…"

"Danny, please…"

"…anything you say can and will be used against you…"

"You have to believe me…"

"…in a court of law…" As Danny continued the Miranda Rights, talking over the shrink's protests, he snapped the handcuffs around the portly man's wrists. He opened and pushed him out the door whispering, "And if he does die, I will make sure you go with him…" of course (as much as Danny didn't want to think about it) if Steve did die his views could change. No, scratch that, his views would definitely change. Consequences be damned…

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Before I begin Benny has asked me to give you guys a message. He wants you all to know that he appreciates the shout outs you gave him. He also made up the Kingsing Distributors which I forgot to mention last chapter. Even though you probably figured it out, so scratch my last comment (actually, scratch anything that sounds half-assed or crazy, it's almost one-thirty here and I am tired, so yeah :))

Anyway, thanks so, so, so much for reviewing, alerting, reading, and just plain supporting the last chapter. I really hope you liked this one, drop a comment if you can, and I own nothing.

PEACE OUT...