When Chin and Kono showed up in their separate vehicles – and sans their significant others – it was to find no sign of Steve, Danny or the man they'd said on the phone that Danny had killed.

Danny threw the front door of the house open before Chin could knock. He was pale and shaking, and Chin's countenance went from curiosity and disbelief to concern in a heartbeat. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Danny replied. He turned and led the cousins through the house out to the lanai. Steve was finishing wrapping a body in an olive green tarpaulin and had just taken a length of rope and slid it under the legs.

"Where's Alan Noshimuri?" was how Steve greeted them.

"At the hospital still, far as I know," Chin replied. "Is that really Wo Fat?"

"It's really him," Steve said with a curt nod. It didn't escape Kono's or Chin's attention that Steve, too, was paler than normal.

"What happened?" Kono asked as she and her cousin came closer to look down at the face of the victim. Sure enough, it was none other than the man Steve had been after since finding out Hesse was working for him when he'd murdered John McGarrett.

"He was sniping from out front. Nearly killed me," Steve replied, voice clipped. "Danny saved my life. Again."

"How?" Chin asked.

"I saw Steve go down a few seconds before it happened," Danny replied, running a hand through his hair. "I don't remember things like flying or having super strength," he continued, "but I can't ignore the fact that I'm seeing the future. Not after this," he finished with a wave of his hand to indicate Steve, Wo Fat's corpse and the situation in general.

Steve finished tying the rope around the body, then stood and lifted it into his arms. "Chin, let me in to the garage," he said.

"What are you going to do with him?" Kono asked.

"Put him in the deep freeze until we know for sure what's going on with Aron Noshimuri."

Chin's eyebrows shot up to his hairline even as he moved to open the rear door of the garage. "You're not bringing in HPD?"

"I don't know that I can trust them where the death of a man like Wo Fat is concerned," Steve said. "Plus Danny's had another premonition."

Chin pulled out his keys, unlocked the garage door and swung it open. Steve stepped through, but Chin's attention was back on Danny, who'd sunk into one of the chairs surrounding the large patio table. His head was in his hands, then he raked his fingers through hair that not only wasn't slicked back like usual, but was so wavy it was almost curly.

At least now Chin knew why the man kept it plastered down to his head.

He crouched next to Danny, hand on his shoulder, as Kono came to Danny's other side, also crouched down, and gently laid her hand on Danny's leg. "What did you see?" she asked.

Danny let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Noshimuri. One of them, I can't tell which since they're twins. It was right after we realized the man I'd killed was Wo Fat, out there in the driveway," he replied. He took a deep, shaky breath. Chin squeezed his shoulder. "We were in the hospital, in the hall right outside the room I was in."

"How do you know it was that exact hallway?" Chin asked.

"Remember how there were three gurneys in the hall not too far from my door?" Chin nodded. "And there's a mark on the wall just outside the room I was in, a silver streak, like someone scraped metal along it. I saw it. Every damn detail."

"So what happened in this vision?" Kono asked as Steve emerged from the garage, turned and locked the door behind him.

Danny looked up and into her eyes. "Stupid idiot partner of mine jumped between me and Noshimuri just as he fired. Got Steve square in the chest, threw him back into me. Then Noshimuri was shot from behind."

"By who?" Chin asked, reeling a little from the mental image Danny's explanation provided.

"I don't know. It ended with Noshimuri starting to fall. He was dead." Danny swallowed hard. "So was Steve," he finished in a small voice.

"Not gonna happen, D," Steve said. "You've had the premonition, which means we're going to stop it."

"No. It means I have to stop it."

"I helped you rescue Grace and Rachel," Steve reminded him, that pinched, pissed-off look on his face that Danny knew so well.

Danny rocketed to his feet. "They weren't the ones who blew up in my dream!" he practically yelled, arms waving like mini windmills. "It was you who died, not them!"

"But you couldn't see who was driving in your dream. You don't know for sure who was in that car when it exploded."

Danny looked up, held Steve's eyes and whispered, "I knew. I knew it was you, sure as I know you're standing in front of me right now." He paced away, hand through his hair again. "Each time I've had to be the one to stop you from getting killed." He held up one hand and began ticking points off on his fingers. "First dream I had wasn't about anyone dying, it was about me seeing you and Grace react to me having a seizure, so that's the only one that doesn't fit. But when Noshimuri showed up in the door with a gun pointed at you, I tackled you so you wouldn't take the bullet. Then with the Camaro, even though Grace and Rachel were in danger, the thing I had to do was save you from dying, which you would've if I hadn't…flown."

He stopped his pacing and looked to where Chin and Kono were flanking Steve. Steve, whose arms were folded defiantly over his chest, who was doing his best imitation of Scary Bad-Ass SEAL Boy. "And then here at the house, I saw Wo Fat's sniper shot take you out right in front of me. Do you realize that at first I didn't know it wasn't actually happening? I almost wasn't in time!" He huffed out a breath. "Dammit, Steve, I know you think you can save the world, but for whatever reason, I've got these damn visions now so I can save you. And that means you're not going anywhere near that hospital, period."

Just then Steve's cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pants pocket, never taking his eyes off Danny. "McGarrett." As he listened his eyes got wide. "Okay, Duke. We'll be there as fast as we can."

"Be where?" Kono asked.

Chin chimed in, "What happened?"

"Alan Noshimuri was headed for the hospital parking garage when he was attacked."

"Is he dead?" Danny asked.

"No, they've got him in surgery. He took an eight-inch blade to the gut."

"Was it his brother?"

"Nobody knows, Kono. Duke's running the surveillance footage but there isn't a camera that focuses on the place Alan was found bleeding out by a nurse going off-duty."

"No!" Danny yelled as Steve made for the lanai doors. He stepped right into Steve's path, nearly getting run over.

"Danny, we have to go to the hospital."

"Why? So we can watch Aron Noshimuri kill you? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I'll wear a vest," Steve said, growing exasperated. "I'm not sitting this out, D. Aron's after me and he nearly killed your daughter and your ex-wife because of me—"

"Fuck, Steve! I'm not letting you put yourself into a situation I know is going to get you killed!"

Steve's hard look of insolence softened, slowly giving way to a mixture of fondness and something else entirely that Danny couldn't quite name. His hand came out, rested on his partner's shoulder and squeezed gently. "I'm not going to die, Danny."

"What the hell makes you so sure of that?" Danny asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep them from shaking.

Steve shrugged and gave him his signature lopsided half-smile. "You'll be there."