Way 49
Understand her physical limitations if you have several children.

There was just no way out of this that Steve could see, and he'd gotten himself out of plenty of sticky situations. But this one had him stumped.

And only seconds in which to do something about it.

The truck full of illegal immigrants was to his left. Danny, Chin, Kono, Lori and Max were to his right hovering around the two bodies that had been discovered; that had led them to the refugees to begin with.

But the problem wasn't either of those things, left or right. The problem was the two human traffickers, one of whom had a bomb trigger in his hand to blow the truck full of immigrants to smithereens. The other of whom had machine gun trained on the Five-0 team.

Left or right? Save the lives of what was probably dozens of innocent North Korean defectors who wanted nothing more than to escape the starvation and utter poverty they lived day in and day out? Or save the lives of his team, his ohana?

It was an impossible choice.

If he tackled the man with the bomb trigger, the trigger could still go off and kill all the immigrants. And the gunman would mow down his team before he could even blink.

If he tackled the gunman, he could still let loose a spray of bullets that might injure or kill one or more of the team, and the bomber would still trigger the bomb to go off.

For the first time since he'd listened to his father die over the phone from too far away to do anything about it, he was faced with a no-win situation. This time, however, Steve wasn't all alone holding a phone to his ear thousands of miles away from the one who needed his help the most.

Danny moved so fast he was nothing but a blur in Steve's peripheral. In that nanosecond, Steve made his move toward the bomber.

The machine gun fired wildly.

The bomb trigger skittered out of the bomber's hand across the asphalt.

Lori ran for the trigger.

Steve knocked the bomber's head against the pavement, rendering him unconscious. He hopped to his feet, saw Lori and Kono were headed for the truck to release the imprisoned immigrants, and then turned to where Chin had run to the side of two felled men.

One was the machine gun wielder, who was out cold with blood running down his temple.

The other was…

"Danny!" Steve heard his voice grate out painfully and winced at how desperate, how frightened he sounded even to himself. Very much the way he'd sounded when Danny had collapsed from the sarin poisoning. Very much the way he'd sounded when being led in handcuffs to a cruiser outside the governor's residence.

He was on his knees next to Danny, Chin on the other side.

There was blood on Danny's arm, and then eyelids blinked and blue eyes appeared.

"Christ," Danny groused as Chin and Steve helped him sit up. "Goddamn maniacs on this island."

Chin smiled, patted Danny on the back, and went to help Lori and Kono with the refugees.

Steve put his hand on Danny's shoulder. "Jesus, Danny." He thought maybe it came out as more of a huge sigh of relief than actual words, but his partner didn't seem to care.

"Just goes to show you," Danny grunted out as Steve pulled him to his feet, "you can't save the world on your own."

Steve smiled as Danny inspected the gash on his bicep through his torn shirt sleeve. "That's why I made you my backup."

Danny rolled his eyes and headed toward the EMTs who'd just pulled up. Steve just stood there watching the scene for a moment, unable to erase how it all could've gone so horribly wrong had Danny not been there. Had Danny not been Danny.

That was a nightmare he'd probably have for a long, long time.

But for now, they were all safe.

For now.

Way 50
Discipline the children in love, not anger.

"Goddammit, Steven!"

"Sorry?"

"Sorry? Not cutting it, my friend, not cutting it. You are going to get yourself killed, Jesus Christ, I can't stop the blood, he hit your femoral!"

"Danny, just…here…use my knife, cut the pant leg, use it as a…what're you doing?"

"Using my favorite shirt, and this is why I wish I was still wearing ties. My ties, they would come in very useful right now. Damn you. Hey, hey, no passing out. SEALs don't pass out."

"Not…gonna…Danny."

"Yeah, right, you…that's it, you know what? This is it. You, you are no longer allowed to do anything until backup arrives. That is your punishment for this latest shit you've gotten yourself into, you hear me?"

"Not always time—"

"Fuck off with the 'not always time' crap, McGarrett. There's not always time for a lot of things, but you don't go running headfirst into danger just because you think you're goddamn Superman and can take on the world one grenade at a time!"

"Danny…"

"Stay with me, Steve. Come on. You still have to go stand in the corner like the shit that you are. Don't think you're getting out of that just because you're bleeding to death all over me, you hear me? Goddammit, Steven, stay with me!"

"Here…'m here…"

"Yeah, you're here all right, and as soon as they sew up your leg and let you go home, you are staying home until you are one hundred percent and during that time you will listen to the words coming out of my mouth, and you will agree to every last one of them, because I am not going to bury you, Steven, you hear me? Huh?"

"Danno."

"Dan—God. You're nothing but a…I don't even know what you are. Stop smiling at me like that. Do not die, McGarrett."

"Not…going to…Danny. Gotta…take my…punishment…still."

"That's right. That's right, you do. And I'm going to make you pay for this right here until you never go rushing into warehouses full of Samoan gang members on your own ever again. Got it?"

"Yeah. Got it."

"Bastard."

"Come on, you…you're not really…angry with me…"

"What? Yes, I am! I am furious with you for doing this!"

"Nice…to know…you care."

"Jerk. Class A jerk."

"Me too, Danno."

"Shit. I got you, Steve, okay? I got you. I'll go easy on you this time. Twenty lashes instead of forty. Okay? Just stay with me."

"Okay…"