Because Steve refused to allow Danny to leave the hospital; because the cousins and their significant others and even ex-significant others like Rachel backed him up one hundred percent on this; because the hospital was currently on lock-down (thank God Duke was there to keep things organized at the moment), the group consisting of Five-0 and then some was gathered in Danny's hospital room trying to figure out what the ever-loving fuck was going on.

"Recap," Steve said as Rachel finally got Grace to let go of her father long enough to go to the bathroom right there in the room, "Alan Noshimuri is Hiro's son. His twin brother Aron, AKA Koji, is apparently in league with their father to do me in."

"Why's it always you?" Danny muttered, drawing a nasty glare from Steve. But it did make the tension in his partner's shoulders bleed out a little, which was always why Danny said shit like that in the first place.

"Danny's head injury gave Koji the in he needed to kill two birds with one stone. Take out me, blame it on you," he gestured to Alan, "and get away scot-free with no one any the wiser."

"Except we knew," Chin pointed out. "A guy like Hiro Noshimuri has to know we hacked some files and found out about his twin sons. Aron might even have known."

"And if he does know, that means we're all targets now," Steve said grimly. "He won't want to leave anyone behind who can finger him for murder."

"Do you really think Aron's doing this under Hiro's orders?" Kono asked, a frown puckering her brow. "I mean, Joe helped Hiro escape the country. Why would Hiro repay him by going after someone Joe considers a son?"

Steve looked at her for a moment, thoughts of Joe and how to this day he didn't really know whether he could trust him or not filling his mind.

"Hey," Danny said softly, coming up to stand so close that the short hairs on their arms were brushing against each other. He smirked when he saw it made goosebumps rise on Steve's arm. "You considered maybe Aron's not doing this under his dad's orders?"

"You read the text messages, Danny," Steve said, jerking his arm away and beginning to pace what little of the room was open enough to do so. "He sent greetings to Alan from their father."

"Misdirection," came Rachel's lilting voice from near the bathroom door as she watched Grace wash her hands in the sink.

"What?" Steve blinked.

"Misdirection," Rachel repeated, motioning for Grace to take one of the hand towels folded on a cart just inside the bathroom door. She turned to find everyone looking right at her.

"Yeah," Danny said with a nod and a wink at his ex-wife. "If the twin knew you were on to him, he'd play the Father Card so you'd go after Hiro and maybe even Joe, rather than who's really behind it all."

"Fuck," Steve said, quietly enough that Grace wouldn't hear. "Wo Fat."

"Bingo," Chin said with a shake of his head. "Damn."

"Wo Fat enlisted Aron's help. He could even have been the reason Aron disappeared in '91 after he and Alan immigrated to the U.S." Steve turned to look at Alan. "What exactly happened immediately before and after your brother disappeared?"

Noshimuri crossed his arms over his chest and looked thoughtfully down at the floor before responding. "We had completely passed through all the legally required Customs and paperwork circles within the space of two days," he recalled. "Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. We were both very excited to be coming here. Aron had talked of reconnecting with our father, but at the time neither of us knew where in the U.S. he was." He shook his head. "When I awoke in the hotel room on the morning of the third day, he was gone, along with all his clothing, toiletries, his suitcase." Alan waved a hand in the air, then his shoulders slumped. "I never heard from him until that text message I showed you, Mr. McGarrett."

The group was interrupted by Duke entering the room and motioning for Five-0 to follow him into the hall. They did, gathering closely around him.

"My men, including two SWAT teams, have searched every inch of this hospital, Steve," he reported, shaking his head. "There's no sign of anyone who looks like that man," he finished, pointing to Alan, who was currently deep in conversation with Malia.

"He probably had an escape route memorized," Kono offered. "He could've been in here before, masquerading as his brother. Nobody would think anything other than that Dr. Noshimuri was on-site for a patient visit or consultation if they saw him."

"Yeah, I think you're right," Steve nodded. He turned to look at the two officers guarding Danny's room, one stationed on either side of the door. "I need to keep them here, and I want four more of your best men, two equidistant either side of this room about halfway down the hall. Eyes and ears on at all times."

Duke nodded. "You got it. Anything else?"

Steve looked at him for a moment, then felt Danny nudge his arm. "What's that face, you've got a face on."

"I don't have a face, Danny," Steve growled. But Danny just grinned at him. "All right, fine. You can call this my Thinking Face."

"Oh, please, that one was used the first day we met," he snorted. "But seriously, what are you thinking?"

Steve wasn't sure still that he liked how well Danny could read him, but he appreciated what his partner was trying to do. "I was thinking about you, actually."

Danny grinned. "Of course you were. I'm hard not to think about."

"Especially with all that hand-waving. You're going to give yourself another head injury, brah," Kono teased.

"Look, you," Danny threatened, mock-punching her arm.

"Duke, I think that's it for now, but I'd like you to stay on site, and coordinate a second search of the entire hospital and grounds, as well as get me any information from witnesses who saw Aron. Have they pulled up the surveillance footage yet?"

"They should have. I'll take a look and get anything relevant to you as soon as it comes through."

"Thanks," Steve said, placing his hand on Duke's shoulder.

"Sure thing," Duke said, then looked at Danny. "I'm glad you're doing okay, by the way."

"Me too," Danny said, though the look on his face told Steve that wasn't necessarily truthful somehow.

"That's actually why I was thinking about you," Steve said, picking up their conversation where they'd left off. "Danny, when you tackled me to keep Aron from shooting me, you kept repeating that you saw him shoot me, and you told me that later, too. What did you mean by that?"

Danny bit his lip, looked down at the floor and shrugged. "It…I don't know. A…dream, I guess?"

"Dream?" Chin repeated, stepping closer to his friend and teammate. "What do you mean, like a premonition?"

"Wait, you dreamed that Steve was going to get shot and then he almost did?" Kono asked. "That's cool."

Danny blinked at her. "Yeah, I guess, but…" His voice trailed off and he shook his head. "Look, I don't get any of this. All I know is that I dreamed I was in the hospital bed, Grace was with me, but she was real tense, like she was scared I was going to suddenly blow up or something."

"She was really upset after the last time you convulsed, worried it was going to happen again."

"You know, that's something else. This isn't the first dream I've had, but the other one is fuzzy."

"Okay, first the one where you saw me shot."

Danny nodded and kept chewing on his lip, then finally explained as best he could. "Like I said, Grace and I were in that bed right there, and Dr. Noshimuri was leading you into the hall to talk to you. You seemed defensive, though, like he was a suspect more than he was my doctor. Thing was, I couldn't remember his name to save my life, and I couldn't move. Then I saw the gun and he shot you."

Danny whirled, paced down the hall a few steps, then turned back. His eyes had gone dark; his face, troubled. Steve glanced at Chin and Kono, then moved toward his partner. "Danny?"

"I couldn't move, I couldn't even yell, Steve! You went down and I couldn't stop it, I couldn't protect my daughter."

"Hey, hey, whoa, you did, though. Right? You did, when Aron actually showed up, you saved me, Danny." Steve was holding his hands out like he was trying to approach a skittish animal, which Danny very much resembled at the moment.

Eyes tearing up, Danny looked away. "Yeah, I guess. But…I just don't…" He looked back at his partner helplessly.

"Tell me about the other dream, the first one," Steve said softly, hands dropping to his sides.

Danny rubbed at his nose, the tip of which, as it always did when he was upset and near tears, had turned pink. "I was flying," he whispered so quietly Steve couldn't hear.

"You were what?"

"Flying, Steven," Danny repeated, eyes daring him to do anything other than listen quietly. Steve got the hint. "And I thought I must've been in Jersey, because the sun wasn't hot like it is here. Then Grace was there, and she was reaching for me but someone pulled her away and she started crying, and—"

Danny's voice broke. Steve couldn't think of anything to do but reach out and pull his best friend into a hug. He turned to look down the hall, noting with relief and unending gratitude that the cousins had gone back into the room to keep everyone else distracted long enough that Danny and Steve could do their thing, and that they'd pulled the HPD officers inside with them.

Their thing. He and Danny were always doing a 'thing' of some sort, Steve mused.

"Danny, did you see who took Grace away from you?" Steve asked, releasing his partner and backing away a respectable distance.

"No," Danny whispered. "But then you were there, and you got down on one knee like you always do when you greet her. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you picked her up and held her, then…then you turned so I could see your face." Danny looked up and met Steve's eyes. "And you were crying."

Steve stared at him, swallowed hard, and found he didn't have any spit. Danny dreams Noshimuri's going to shoot Steve, and then it almost happens? And now this? This…holy shit.

"Steve? You look like you've just seen a damn ghost or something."

"That really happened," Steve breathed, his entire world trying desperately to re-align itself around this new information.

"What are you talking about? What really happened?"

Steve did a three-sixty in place, running a hand through his hair before meeting Danny's eyes again. "You started seizing when Grace was on your lap. A nurse pulled her off you, she was crying, and…that thing with me, and picking up Grace, and…it all happened, Danny, just like you saw."

"Even…" Danny waved a hand near his own eyes, then gestured towards Steve's. "You know."

Steve's gaze didn't waver. "Yeah. Even that."

For the first time in his life, Danny Williams couldn't think of a goddamn thing to say.