Hey guys. First things first. THAT EPISODE TONIGHT! I LOVED IT! SO GOOD! IT RESTORED MY FAITH IN THIS SHOW!

It was exactly what I needed. The last few weeks . . . horrible. I won't go into detail, but my senior year has definitely not been the best year of my life.

Moving on, that episode inspired me to send out this chapter. I apologize in advance. I was very emotional when writing this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-O because, if I did, I would have every episode be like the last one.

The Lumberjack man climbed the stairs of the hospital, smiling maliciously. Everything was going just how he wanted it to. The stupid nurse on the first floor hadn't seen it coming when he shoved his head against a wall and dragged him into a supply closet next to clothes had fit with only a little room to spare and now he was headed straight towards his prey.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he stopped and stared through the window of his prey's room. A strange man was sitting by the bed, head bobbing against his chest as a light snore rose from him. Who is this? Why is he with MY pet? That's MY toy!

The anger quickly rose within him as he grabbed a scalpel from a nearby tray and headed towards the room. He was about to step into the room when it happened.

Steve wasn't sleeping. He couldn't sleep. Not with Danny in such bad shape. Ever since the incident when Danny woke up, Steve couldn't get the look in his partner's eyes out of his head. So instead of sleeping, he was simply sitting in the chair, eyes closed and breathing deep in order to control the panic that sometimes rose in his chest when he thought about what happened.

There wasn't really a noise or anything that set his instincts onto high alert, it was more of just a feeling. After 5 years of partnership, Steve liked to believe that he had developed a sort of Danny's-in-danger sensor that went off every single time that Danny was in danger. The instant it went off, Steve was out of his chair and reaching for his hip, forgetting that he himself had gotten out only a few hours earlier and didn't have his gun.

Steve stood in front of Danny's bed, protecting his partner against the scalpel wielding psycho standing just inside the door. Looking the man up and down, he recognized him as the giant that attacked Danny in the hallway when they were still being held captive.

"That's my toy," the lumberjack growled, emphasizing the word "my".

The way that he said "toy" turned Steve's stomach and he subconsciously placed a hand on Danny's hip, swearing to himself that this man was going to get to Danny over his dead body . . .

Which must have been exactly what he was thinking. He rushed forward, slamming his body into Steve's and pinning him back against the side table. Steve grabbed the hand holding the scalpel, forcing the lumberjack to use his left hand to pummel Steve's abdomen. Most of the punches didn't do anything, but a few caused Steve to gasp and cough. After a few seconds, the lumberjack grabbed him and hurled him towards the glass wall of the ICU, which shattered under his weight. He lay, shocked, on the floor, trying to collect himself and watching helplessly for the few moments that it took to do that.

The lumberjack wrapped his meaty fists around Danny's neck and lifted him up, looking into the detectives, now, open blue eyes. "Good to see you again, pet."

Steve saw the fear flash in Danny's eyes and couldn't stand it, rushing his recovery and springing to his feet, becoming a flying ball of angry SEAL at the lumberjack. The man had managed to throw Danny to the ground before Steve tackled him and smashed him against the wall. There was a grunt beneath Steve and then nothing, causing Steve to rise and fling the man to the floor.

A scalpel stuck from his chest, his eyes open and staring at space. Steve wasted no time in feeling guilty.

Rushing over to Danny, he knelt down next to his partner, ignoring the sound of commotion outside, and pulled his partner into his arms, cradling him against his chest. "Danny? Danny, can you hear me?"

Blood dribbled down Danny's arm, where his IV was ripped out, and down his chin, reminding Steve that his partner was indeed very fragile inside still. He must've torn something. Danny coughed, his breaths coming in short gasps and gurgles as he tried to answer Steve. "St-ve." He grabbed his partner's bloodstained shirt, twisting his fingers weakly in the material. "Did you get him?"

"Yeah, Danny. I got him. Just hang on, ok? Stay with me." Steve said, shaking his partner gently as he watched him fade. Not now. Not now. It's just not fair. "HELP! PLEASE, I NEED HELP!" He heard feet heading towards him and looked back down at the charge in his arms.

Danny's eyes never left Steve's as he pleaded with him to just hang on, but the darkness was closing in. To be honest, he had felt the darkness hanging on the edges the entire time he'd been in the hospital, but, at the time, giving into it simply wasn't an option. Now, though . . . It was just too much. He never looked away, though, until his lids came down and blocked his sight, the breath ceasing in his chest as his abused body gave up it's will to fight.

Tears sprung to Steve's eyes as he recalled everything they'd been through. Their lives flashed through his memory and then a single image came to mind, causing those tears to fall. The image in his memory of the guitar, given to him by Danny, sitting in the sun in his house. "Danny, no. Please . . . no." His voice broke as the tears fell and Danny was taken from him.

After that, Steve wasn't really sure what was going on. He wouldn't let anyone touch him, pointedly flinching away every time someone came near and reached towards him. He ignored his own discomfort as he moved and stretched the cuts and bruises caused by his altercation. The body of the lumberjack was taken away eventually, but he didn't care. Not again. Not Danny. Please. It's not fair.

"Please, Danny," Steve whispered out loud. "Please don't die on me. I need you." I need you.

How was it? No, this is not a death fic. and I'm sorry if the time seems kind of disjointed. I really wanted to put the guitar in there, but I'm not ready to incorporate Lou so . . . This happened.

I hope everyone has a great weekend! Please review!