Steve shook his head, trying to clear the stars swimming around it. It took him half a second to register that Danny was sprawled on top of him, doing his best to use his five-foot-five frame to completely cover Steve's own six-foot-plus-a-bit. Then he looked up as shouting came from the corridor. Footfalls grew further and further away, and Noshimuri was nowhere to be seen.

"Danny!" Steve exclaimed, trying to turn under the weight of his partner.

"No, no, no, he's going to kill you, I saw it, I saw it!" Danny shouted into the back of Steve's shirt.

"Do…what? Danny, come on, get off me."

"No, have to protect you, he's going to kill you!"

Steve was actually starting to freak out a little bit. "Danno, you need to get off me. Noshimuri's gone, it's safe now, but I need to get up."

"Noshimuri?" Danny asked, surprise evident in his voice as he reared back from the hold he'd had around Steve's chest. "As in Hiro?"

"Wha—no…well…sort of. Look, if you promise to get off me, and get back into bed, I'll explain. Don't you remember being introduced to your brain surgeon?"

Steve finally managed to flip himself so that instead of sitting on his ass, Danny was now straddling his pelvis and, okay, this was new. Danny seemed to realize it at the same time, rolled his eyes, and got to his feet, which stayed planted either side of McGarrett's legs. He held a hand out and Steve made to take it for the help up, then realized something.

"Danny, you shouldn't…did you leap out of that bed and tackle me to the floor? You've got a head injury!"

"Yes, and his name is Lieutenant Commander Steven J. McGarrett, now would you just…" Instead of finishing his sentence, Danny leaned down, grabbed one of Steve's hands and hauled him to his feet like he weighed no more than Grace, with absolutely no effort at all.

Steve just stared at him, a little dizzy from having been moved so fast without warning.

Danny, with Steve's hand still in his, stared at the union like he, too, had just figured out what he'd done. "You still weigh more than me, right?" he asked.

"Far as I know, unless you were into the coco puffs in the week I was gone," Steve replied.

Their eyes met and for a long moment neither of them spoke. "Steve?"

"Yeah."

"Did I just…do that?"

"Ummm...yeah?"

Steve bit his lip as Danny let go of his hand, turned, and went back to perch on the side of the bed.

Dr. Ma came rushing into the room. "Mr. Williams, what are you—?"

"Did you catch Noshimuri?" Steve asked, stopping Ma with a hand to the front of his chest.

"What? We weren't trying to catch him, we were trying to catch a man who'd knocked out one of our other doctors and stolen his lab coat and ID."

"Noshimuri stood right here in the doorway and pulled a gun on me!"

"What?" Ma asked. "But he's still in the video conference room."

"Go check," Steve said, eyes boring into the doctor's. "And take security guards with you. I'm getting HPD and my team here on the double."

"Grace," Danny said from the bed. "Where's Grace?"

"With Malia in the waiting room," Steve replied. "Danny, what…what happened?"

"I don't know. I just…when I saw his face, I suddenly remembered seeing him pull a gun on you in the hall, seeing him shoot you."

"You saw him shoot me?" Danny nodded, the look on his face telling Steve they were equally confused. "I need to call the team," Steve said, pulling his cell phone out. "And go out and check on Grace."

"I'm coming with you," Danny said, and only then did Steve notice the trickle of blood running down Danny's arm where the IV had been torn out when he leapt from the bed.

"You need to stay here, Danny, there's…there's something wrong with…you have a brain injury, you're not going anywhere."

Suddenly Ma reappeared in the doorway, and right next to him stood Noshimuri. Steve drew his weapon even as Danny stood at full height next to his partner. No weapon, but definitely murder in his eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, McGarrett, what's the meaning of this?" Alan asked as both doctors raised their hands in the air.

Steve jerked his head at him. "I don't know, why don't you tell me why you pulled a gun on me a few minutes ago?"

"A gun?" Alan repeated, and Steve was surprised to find he actually believed the shocked look on the man's face. "I did nothing of the sort. I don't even own a gun."

Steve's eyes darted down to where the doctor's white lab coat hung open and he stared in disbelief.

"Steve?" Danny said, noting the look on his partner's face.

"His clothes," Steve murmured, taking in Noshimuri's shoes, pants, and the portion of his shirt that could be seen under the coat.

"What about them?"

Steve re-holstered his weapon. "They're not the same as the ones the man who pulled his gun on me was wearing."

And suddenly, Steve knew exactly why that was. He went up to Noshimuri, grabbed him by the lapels of his lab coat, hauled him into the room and pushed him hard up against the nearest wall. "Where is your twin brother Aron?" he growled, forearm holding Alan to the wall by the neck. "And don't lie to me, because I can tell you for a fact that he just tried to kill me standing right here in this hospital, so you'd better start telling the truth and you'd better start now."

Ma ran to call the police.

Danny came to stand by Steve's side.

Steve tried to keep from killing this son of Hiro.

All just as Malia and Grace walked through the door.

"Danno?"

"Monkey?"

"Oh!" Malia exclaimed when she saw what Steve was doing. She tried to pull Grace back out into the hall, but the little girl would not be dissuaded from finding her father's arms, and jerked away, making it to Danny in less than a second.

Danny picked her up, wondering why she seemed to weigh absolutely nothing, and went into the hall with her, gown flapping open behind him.

"Steve?" Malia said.

Steve looked to his left, saw the somewhat frightened look on her face, and only then realized Alan Noshimuri was gasping for air. He released his hold but didn't move from the man's personal space. "Get Chin here," he said to Malia. "And Kono and Charlie, too, and if Dr. Ma hasn't already got HPD on their way, I want them here on the double. Have the hospital locked down and I mean now."

Malia nodded and ran out into the hall.

"Steve?" Danny called from that direction.

"Yeah?" he called back.

"You done being a caveman yet?"

"When Alan starts talking, then maybe," Steve replied as Danny peeked in.

"I hadn't heard from my brother Aron since nineteen ninety-one," Alan said, rubbing his neck after taking a few deep gulps of air. He looked at Williams and then McGarrett before adding, "Until one hour ago."

Steve glared at the man. "One hour ago? Did he call you?"

"No," Alan said with a shake of his head. "A text message, calling me by my given name, Konichi, which no one in America knows but him." He reached into his pants pocket slowly, Steve watching every move. He pulled out his cell phone, opened it and fiddled with the desktop for a moment before turning the phone around and showing the screen to Steve.

Steve, whose face drained of all color when he read what was on it.

"What?" Danny asked, deciding to hell with it, and coming back into the room still holding his girl in his arms. "What's it say?"

Steve swallowed hard. "It says, 'Our father sends his love, Konichi. See you very soon.'"

"I don't understand," Danny said, not having been around for any of what the other half of their team had uncovered about Alan and Aron Noshimuri thus far. "Are you saying this man," he pointed at Alan, "has a twin brother, and that they're the sons of Hiro Noshimuri, who escaped back to Japan with Joe White's help?"

"That's about it," Steve said.

"So…the twin was trying to kill you?"

Alan's cell phone chimed an incoming text message. He read it, then turned the screen to face both partners. When the men saw what it said, their eyes met and Danny held Grace just that much tighter.

Watch your back. It's not over yet. Brother.