Steve felt for Danny's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt it beating against his fingers. His partner remained unconscious, most likely a result of the fever and pain. A groan from a few feet away brought his attention to the man who had held a knife to Danny's throat just minutes earlier.

Blinding rage coursed through Steve's veins and he found himself stalking towards the waking man. He scooped up the discarded pocket knife and closed in on Ron's partner. A surprised yelp escaped Wilson's lips as Steve yanked him up and began dragging him to the violent waves. He threw the criminal into the shallow water, wrapping his left hand tightly around his throat, the other pressing the knife against Wilson's cheek.

The man cursed as the first wave slammed into his face. Steve ignored the water that hit his torso as he pushed Wilson's head into the dark waters. He held him under for a minute before pulling the thrashing form back up.

"You like that, huh?!" Steve spat as the man gasped for breath. The criminal began to laugh as Steve shook him. The man muttered incoherently as the laughter rattled his body.

"You think this is funny?" Steve demanded, pressing the blade of the knife to Wilson's ribs.

Wilson abruptly stopped laughing as he met Steve's stare with a menacing expression.

"I'm going to make you watch while I kill the detective over there," Wilson stated, tilting his head in the direction of Danny's still body. Steve almost laughed at the man's idiocy. He was delusional if he thought Steve was actually going to let that happen.

"Then, I'm going to kill you," Wilson declared, and Steve just rolled his eyes as he pressed the bladed harder against the man's ribs. He still had one hand wrapped around his throat, and Steve was seconds away from shoving him back underwater.

"Then, I'm going to find the little bitch that took off with my diamonds to begin with, and I'm going to teach her a thing or to about touching stuff that doesn't belong to you," Wilson threatened with a wink.

Steve wasn't sure where it came from, the blinding rage that overpowered the voice of reasoning in his head. He was never one for police procedure like Danny, and it showed as Steve tightened his hand around Wilson's throat and slid the knife across the man's left ribs.

Wilson let out a cry just before Steve threw him back in the water. The waves crashed atop his face as blood darkened the water around them.

Steve pulled him up once more and positioned the blade just above his clavicle.

"How about I carve you up and leave you for the sharks? How does that sound?" Steve offered, pushing the tip of the knife into his skin, drawing blood.

Wilson laughed again, and Steve was about to fulfill his promise when he heard a pained cry from the shore. He turned to see Danny convulsing on the wet sand.

"You better go. It doesn't look like your boy is doing too good," Wilson chuckled. Steve pulled him from the water and onto shore. He slid the knife into his pocket and with two consecutive punches, Wilson dropped to the sand in an unconscious heap.

Steve rushed towards his partner and waited helplessly for the convulsions to subside. Finally, he was able to roll Danny onto his left side as he ran his hands over his partner's wet face.

"Danny, hey babe, open your eyes," Steve coaxed and was rewarded when beautiful blue eyes fluttered open and stared at him.

"Steve? You're really here?" Danny asked dazed.

"Yeah babe, and I'm not going anywhere. Not without my partner," Steve reassured him.

Danny's eyes went wide as he spotted the discarded backpack beside him.

"Grace! Where's Gracie?" Danny panicked, his hand grasping Steve's arm as if it was his lifeline.

"She's okay. She's at HQ with Kono," Steve said, and he watched fear recede from Danny's eyes. He looked like hell. Danny's jaw was painted with a darkening bruise, both sides of his head were matted with blood, and he had a large bruise in the shape of a hand encircling his throat. Wilson would be sporting a matching bruise now.

Steve let his eyes wander the rest of his partner's body using the small flashlight to take inventory of his injuries. There was so much blood on his shoulder and arm it was hard to tell how much damage had been done. His right forearm was most certainly broken, and his bad knee was swollen, causing the pants leg to be uncomfortably tight.

"Dammit, Danny. We have to get you to a hospital," Steve stated the obvious, and he could hear the crack in his voice. He hoped Danny didn't pick up on it.

"No, no. I'm just starting to enjoy this vacation. I've always wanted to be stranded on a beach with you. Although you are usually shirtless in my fantasies," Danny rambled. Steve couldn't help but wonder if he was being sarcastic or genuinely honest; Steve hoped the latter. Steve's mind wanted to wander to the possibilities of things he and Danny could do while stranded on a beach, shirtless. But this wasn't that fantasy; This was life or death.

"We have to find a way out of here," Steve said hopelessly. His eyes scanned the area, but all he saw was water and the cliff stretching down the shore.

"Right, we are at the bottom of a cliff," Danny stated. "I knew I hated this pineapple infested island for a reason. I wouldn't have fallen off a cliff in Jersey."

Steve just rolls his eyes, silently grateful for the witty remarks. He can see how hard Danny is trying to masks his pain, and it makes his heart ache.

"Wait, how are you," Danny pointed at Steve before continuing, "At the bottom of this cliff?" He finished, his eyes narrowing at Steve.

"I uh, scaled down the cliff using pocket knives," Steve confessed with a shrug of his shoulders as if it were nothing.

Danny stared at him for a moment, his mouth slightly agape. He knew that look; He was about to get a notorious Danny Williams rant.

"You scaled down a CLIFF in the MIDDLE of a storm using only POCKET KNIVES?!" Danny's voice rang out over the thunder above.

"You are an animal, you hear me? A caveman, Neanderthal animal! You could have gotten yourself killed!" Danny tried to push himself up and towards Steve, but the rush of pain causes him to fall back onto the sand. Steve gave him a stern look, demanding that he stay still.

"Says the one who threw a guy off of cliff, and then followed him! You and I are going to have a serious talk about that later, you understand?" Steve promised. Danny just stared at him with a look that Steve couldn't quite decipher.

"Yes, commander," Danny breathed as his eyes wandered over the Navy Seal. The look in Danny's eyes sent a warmth through Steve as his breath quickened. His eyes traveled to Danny's lips where a single raindrop rested. Steve wanted to taste that raindrop, and finally give in. Danny was here alive, at least for now, and Steve refused to waste that blessing. If they never made it off this shore at least he would die with no regrets.

Conscious of every bruise on Danny's body, Steve moved atop his partner allowing his knees to straddle him. Danny made no sound of disapproval, and Steve leaned forward pressing his forearms into the sand on either side of Danny's head. His eyes search blue ones for approval as he hovered over Danny, careful not to press against his battered body.

Danny's hand came up, moving from Steve's jaw to the back of his neck. It was all he needed, and Steve brought his lips to Danny's. Warmth exploded through him as his partner's tongue entered his mouth. A moan escaped his lips as pure ecstasy coursed through his veins. Danny's hand knitted in Steve's hair, tugging him closer and deeper into the kiss. Steve was certain he had never felt this before- this white-hot burning passion. It was consuming him, and he couldn't get enough.

Rain repeatedly slammed into his back, but the storm was nonexistent as Danny moaned into his mouth. Steve wanted to taste more of him, to feel every inch of his partner's body. He had to grab a fistful of sand to stop his hands from doing the things that his mind wanted.

Danny breathed out heavily as Steve disconnected from his lips. He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating again, or if the Navy Seal had just actually kissed him. Steve's eyes were locked on his, full of desire and passion. Danny tried to pull him back in, but Steve pulled Danny's hand from the back of his neck.

"We have to get moving, Danno. There will be more of that later, I promise," Steve said breathlessly. Danny nodded still unable to find his words. It wasn't often that he was left speechless, but leave it to Steve to find a way. He turned his head to the still figure of Wilson lying in the sand.

"How hard did you hit him?" He asked aloud. Steve looked from Wilson's unconscious form to Danny's beaten body beneath him.

"Not hard enough."

Kono entered HQ with an exhausted Chin Ho in tow. Duke had called her just earlier telling her that Chin was being taken to the hospital. Her cousin had been given fluids and ordered to rest, but Kono knew there would be no rest until their ohana was whole again.

"Where are we on finding them?" Chin asked as he plopped down in the office chair. His muscles ached tremendously, and he hoped he had done the right thing by leaving the cliffs.

"Duke has a K-9 unit setting up at HPD now. The storm should clear within the next two hours, and they will chopper the unit to the base of the cliff. From there, the unit will use Danny's sweater to track their location," Kono informed Chin.

He blew out a sigh of relief; They were making progress. He turned his head to Danny's office where Grace sat with Rachel, Stan, and the baby. Her clothes had been changed and her face cleaned, but the sadness and fear was something that a shower couldn't wash off.

"We have to find them," Chin stated, and Kono followed his gaze to the family in the office.

"We will," Kono reassured him. She only hoped she was right.