It was a strange feeling and Steve hesitated briefly when he touched the door handle at the entrance to the headquarters. It had been two weeks since he had last been here, since the morning Kawika had called them and told them he knew where Sara was. They found her, they freed her, his team, his ohana. He still couldn't believe they'd all been there, even Chin had come to get her out of there. And everyone had waited with him ten days earlier for the relieving news that Sara and the baby were fine after the emergency surgery. His son. It had been touch-and-go for both of them, Sara almost bled to death. He swallowed, then pulled the glass door open and went inside. After a few meters he stopped when the door to Danny's office opened next to him. "Hey."
"Hey, Danny."
"What are you doing here? Do you miss us?"
"No. Sara kicked me out. She wanted to have a little peace."
His partner looked worried. "How is she? And how are you?"
Steve shrugged. "How should she be? She discharged herself from the hospital on Monday, she said the surroundings would kill her. Takamoto wasn't thrilled, but after she agreed to come over every two days, he let her go. Ben made sure she was mobile again, the spare parts arrived just in time, and he made a night shift to put everything in place. According to Toyota, it was a defect that has occurred several times in cars from a certain construction period. Sara drives to PT every day and practices with Janice for hours, now she's on two canes. She carries the wheelchair around in the trunk, so as not to use it. And when she is not exercising, she sleeps most of the time because she is so exhausted."
"She wants to get back on her own two feet as quickly as possible, in the truest sense of the word. But that's not what I meant."
"I know that. I just can't tell you. She is too calm. I'm still waiting for the big bang."
"Don't you think she should talk to a psychologist?"
Steve struggled to suppress an ironic laugh. "And that from your mouth ... Seriously: You are welcome to suggest that to her. But then you should be prepared to gain another McGarrett-induced injury. From her, however. If you're unlucky, she'll pull one of her canes over your head."
Danny raised his eyebrows. "That means you already tried it?"
"No, Takamoto took the risk. Sara's answer is not fit to be quoted. She didn't want to talk about it, so I did a little digging. Apparently she got hold of a very special specimen of this genus after the accident and since then she has hated psychologists like the plague. I have no choice but to wait and keep my eyes open."
"You're particularly good at that," Danny explained and cleared his throat.
"What's new? Do we have a case?"
"No. We're pretty bored right now. Last week there was a little argument between a couple of drug dealers, two of whom didn't survive, but we were able to sort that out quickly. We're even running out of paperwork. The governor asked for you. And I'm supposed to, when I see you, tell you from Rachel and Grace that if either of them can do anything for you, you should call."
"Thanks, I really appreciate that. You don't have to live without your garage for long either, the construction workers are making progress, I was just at the house."
"I'm glad to hear that." Danny patted him on the shoulder.
"Then I'll take a quick look at my desk and then get in touch with the governor."

Sara dried herself off slowly and awkwardly in the bathroom of the suite at the Hilton. She had come back sweaty and terribly tired from two hours of training with Janice. Just that she had made it into her room on two legs. Janice had done rehabilitative training with her as far as the scar from the C-section allowed, then she had been on the treadmill. The physiotherapist had rebuilt the hanging structure that she used for relief until it no longer pressed on Sara's belly and caused pain. Every step was exhausting, but she knew that there was no other way. She had made it after the accident, and with just as much hard work she could do it again now. Steve was worried she was going to want too much too quickly, but he let her go. After breakfast she had sent him to the office, it was obvious that he felt locked in, even if he didn't say that out of consideration for her. And it was a better alternative than starting an argument. In the past few days she had received a lot of calls and emails from Grace, Kono, Rachel, her brother-in-law. Even Jerry, who usually never wrote e-mails, had send a message. She had answered Liam and simply ignored the others. They all meant well, but she had no energy for it. After pulling over a T-shirt, she grabbed her two sticks, pushed herself up and headed for the door. Eddie was lying on the floor in front of it, waiting. He looked up and wagged his tail as she stepped into the hall. "I'm sorry, my friend. But since you don't want to go with the hotel boy, you'll have to wait until your master is back. Or until I had a little time to rest. Come on, let's go to the balcony." With a sigh, after opening the parasol, she plopped down on the lounger. She took the book from the little table next to the couch, but could hardly read a page before her eyes closed.