Warnings: Strong language throughout. Abuse of military power and authority, violence

Chapter Theme: Steve Whump (physical and emotional variety) Danny Angst

Chapter Rating: T+ (not quite M, but one scene could be seen that way if not read carefully)

Disclaimer: I don't own Hawaii Five-0, or its characters they belong to CBS. Only ones I own are the ones I've stated I do (I created Jeff Taylor and his son Dominic), so all the bad guys except for the ringleader Georg Rutherford.

Navy Lingo:

Cake Eater - A Frog Officer (Navy SEAL officer can be seen as derogatory term)

MA - Masters at Arms

Bold Italic Heading - Flashback


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Chapter 11

1617 Hours. Iolani Palace - Five-0 HQ - Main Office Area, Honolulu, Oahu.

"Did Commander McGarrett...did he just get arrested?" Evan asks in awe.

"And go without a fight, that's not like him." Jerry tells Danny.

"He's not going to get out it this time Jerry. The Governor's not going to sign some magic paper to get him out of this." Danny says forlornly looking towards the double doors.

He walks over to the window overlooking the parking lot. He can see Steve getting loaded up into one of those black Suburban's. "Jerry, I want to you hand over Wilkes' laptop and everything we have pertaining to the case over to Agent Kamaka. He should be their HQ, just tell the gate guard you're Five-0 and your there to turn over information." Danny says as he turns back from the window to head downstairs to get Charlie and Joanie.

"I'll go with him it'll be easier." Evan suggests.

"I thought Agent Kamaka didn't know you were here?" Danny asks the younger man.

"He doesn't, but when Agent Warren brings Steve in he's going to know I was here anyway she'll say she saw me."

"Okay then you two do that. Jerry call me if you have any trouble though I don't think you should with Evan with you."

"Where are you going Detective?" Evan asks him curious. If he said there's nothing to be done for the Commander, he wonders where he's going.

"I'm going to get my son and niece from downstairs and take them to their respective mother's and then I'm going to go over to over to NCIS. See if there isn't anything I can do." Danny starts walking out of the Five-0 offices and down to the lobby of the palace.

Once he's downstairs he finds Charlie and Joanie being entertained by a security officer. Than he wonders if the two kids had seen anything. So he asks the security just that. "Hi, thanks for watching them for me."

"No problem Detective. I've got nieces and nephews their age."

"Umm they didn't uh see anything, did they?"

"No he was taken out around back and then brought around front I've kept them busy figure they didn't need to see that."

"Thank you come on Charlie Joanie looks like our fun Saturday is over I've got to take you back to your mothers."

"Ahh Uncle Danny."

"Danno."

"Now none of that you two. Danno's got to go help a friend, and I can't take you two with me this time."

"Wait. Uncle Danny where's Uncle Steve, you said you were going to bring him back to Uncle Scott's house for movies."

"Well Joanie turns out Uncle Steve just didn't want to leave, so I let him stay and do all the icky paperwork he wants."

"Paperwork sounds so boring Danno." Charlie asserts. "Why doesn't Uncle Steve want to watch movies with us." Charlie's little face looks so sad.

Because your numbskull Uncles' in federal police custody for being an idiot Danny thinks to himself. Since when did he start thinking in Jersey slang. Anyway more important things to think about.

"Well Charlie it's not that he didn't want to little man, it's just that adults have to do things they don't want to sometimes. Like the paperwork he's doing is important, and he's got to finish it."

"Even though he wants to be with us watching movies?" Joanie asks.

"I bet there's no place he'd rather be. No place I'd rather be either but don't you want to go swimming?"

"Yeah Danno can we?"

"You sure can, I'm sure Auntie Mary wouldn't mind watching you Charlie with Joanie we just have to buy you two swimsuits first. And I'll bring you to the beach she's at with Uncle Chin and Auntie Kono."

Plan made up he and the kids get in the Camaro and drive to the nearest swimsuit shop. On the way there Danny calls Junior and Tani and gives them a sitrep of his current situation. He then gives the address of Scott's house so they can let Eddie out of the downstairs bedroom. Danny's going to be gone he fears a lot longer than a doggie bladder can hold up. He does not want Brooke coming home to that kind of mess.

Once Danny's called Rachel and okayed the drop of with her with Mary for Charlie. Danny heads away from the beach and heads over to Pearl. He knows he can't do anything for Steve this time around and it's really hurting him already, but maybe he can talk to Blackburn get him to make a special accommodation or something.


1640 Hours. NCIS Field Office Pearl Harbor - Interrogation Room 3, Pearl Harbor, Oahu.

Steve is led by his cuffs by Agent Warren through the NCIS office. Oh are their whispers.

Is that Commander McGarrett?

That's Agent McGarrett's brother, isn't it?

With one look from the senior Agent Warren the whispers and looks stop and everyone in the office goes back to their work, and their cases.

SAC Blackburn comes out of his office to see Steve be led by Agent Warren in cuffs. He's just had a very interesting conversation with the Governor of the fine state of Hawaii.

"Agent Warren why is Commander McGarrett in handcuffs?" Blackburn asks.

"Sir. I've brought Commander McGarrett in because he's the one who murdered Chief Petty Officer Montgomery, we have a warrant." Warren says and produces a warrant. It's legit, now Blackburn doesn't know what to do he's staring intently at his friend and he can't believe it. Killing terrorists overseas is one thing. He can't believe Steve's finally snapped and killed another SEAL. "He's going to be questioned and then processed over at the Naval Brig." Agent Warren tells her boss.

"Agent give me five minutes with him in interrogation and you can have him." Blackburn says that doesn't leave room for argument.

"Sir...I?"

"Agent Warren are you questioning me and my motives to question a suspect?" Blackburn asks. Warren sputters not knowing what to say. She knows McGarrett and Blackburn are friends and go way back, but the former is her suspect in a murder case of decorated Navy SEAL.

"No sir. The guards are waiting at the Brig to process him. Five minutes is all I can give you sir."

"Thank you, Agent your dismissed I'll call when you're need again."

Emma lets go of her suspects wrists and hands him over to Blackburn. Blackburn than leads Steve into the interrogation room 3. Steve sits down on the left side with the one-way glass mirror behind him. No doubt Agent Warren is there and listening to whatever is going to be said.

Steve for once in his life feels unnerved to be sitting on this side of the table. It was different with the Governor nine years ago. There was no Naval personnel or NCIS involved it was only HPD officers. He was accused of murdering the Governor back then he guessed it's different now. Though he was still a part of the Navy as a reservist nine years ago. He wonders why NCIS hadn't gotten involved. They should have been right maybe Scott had something to do with that.

Huh he never thought Scott would be the one with the advantage or the connections. Come to think of it, he doesn't remember seeing Scott for a few months prior to his arrest.

Steve sits in the chair his hands now handcuffed to the metal table instead of behind his back. Steve suspects it's so Blackburn can see his hands. Make sure nothing funny goes on. There's a camera in the upper right corner of the room, for video evidence Steve thinks.

Blackburn doesn't sit down in the chair opposite he stands and he starts pacing. It's making Steve's head spin. Then Blackburn stops just shy of the other metal chair in the room, he picks it up and he throws it across the room it clattering loudly against the far wall.

He comes to stand behind the now vacated spot of where the chair once sat. "I've got say Commander I'm surprised at you. That you would do this to one of your own. Did what we learned in BUD/s and out in the field mean nothing to you all the men we lost." Blackburn gets a dark look in his eyes. Steve has never seen this side of his friend this investigator side. Then he remembers he may have been CRT before but Lance is an investigator too despite his current Special Agent in Charge title.

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about? I've never even met a CPO Montgomery."

A likely story, then why do we have surveillance of you casing the Montgomery house an hour before the man ends up dead huh?"

"Casing the...again what the hell are you talking about Agent?"

"Where were you between the hours of 0100 and 0230, today?"

Steve thinks back to earlier this morning. He couldn't sleep too much on his mind. Or more specifically one person on his mind. Scott. He'd gotten up and gone for a run. Sometime after midnight.

"Commander do I need to ask you again?"

"I went out for a run, couldn't sleep needed to clear my head. I didn't know where I was I just ran."

"You ran from your house all the way to Ewa Beach?"

"No...I...you..." Then Steve stops talking altogether. He looks into Blackburn's light green eyes and sees a glint in them, then it's gone just as fast as it had appeared. "Yes I did."

"So you stayed at your house last night even though it's right in the path of the storm?"

"I did, it's my home sir the last of what I have of my father is in that house."

"You broke the law Commander, you will face the consequences of your actions. You committed murder, under article 118 of the UCMJ. You will be sentenced to life in prison, with the possibility of parole after twenty-five years."

This is making sense to Steve he's retired he shouldn't be subject to the UCMJ anymore. He's essentially a civilian. A civilian with Navy SEAL trained who killed a fellow Navy SEAL. It seems like everyone believe it too. No one will even listen to him.

Steve's eyes go wide at that a life sentence, that's...Steve can't even fathom that. "That's right Commander a life sentence which is twenty-five to thirty years with what you did. You want to be an old man, if you get out of prison, miss your niece Joanie growing up only seeing her through a glass window, maybe, maybe get you face to face visitation before of who you are, miss Charlie growing up, Grace's wedding, your nephews' weddings. The life of your friends and Ohana in general?" Lance asks. Then it's the real gut clincher. The kick in the gut when he's down. "Do you not want to be there for your brother? I know his condition is stable now, but the prognosis is up in the air, really with his TBI, not to mention the amputation, and him coming to terms with it. If he ever does."

Steve manages to see the screen flash on the laptop in green text '1 Criminal Record Found' before Jerry had been shut out completely. Steve knows he should have stayed home today, then really, he's sure Agent Warren could have found him wherever he was with that warrant of hers. Steve needs to remain calm and play by NCIS' rules and play nice. He knows damn well he didn't kill anyone. He doesn't have blackouts when he has dissociative episodes with his PTSD, and or periods of time where he doesn't remember doing shit. He'd remember killing someone if he did, he's done it before.

He's being framed by someone and it's for once not his job to figure out who. It's NCIS' and his life essentially is in their hands. He's at the mercy and jurisdiction of NCIS now. This is not how expected his Saturday to pan out at all.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself Commander?" Blackburn asks.

Steve stays silent. He's not talking any more than he has until he gets a lawyer, and a JAG one at that.

"Alright then Commander if you've got nothing else to say for yourself, then I'm going to have to turn you over to Agent Warren now." Steve nods his understanding, and Blackburn uncuffs him from the table and leads him out of the soundproof interrogation room, and he hears loud shouting, a male voice and Agent Warren.

A distinctive male voice, one with a SoCal accent. Agent Sullivan.

"You had no right to arrest and detain him, Montgomery's our case not yours!" Lane argues rather loudly. "I don't know where you get off."

"I have a warrant for the Commander's arrest for the murder of Chief Petty Officer Montgomery." Warren argues back.

"He's my suspect end of story Warren you're off the case." Sullivan proclaims to the younger female agent. "Don't even know how you got on it in the first place." Sullivan mumbles to himself.

"That warrant you have Agent is now Agent Sullivan's and you're not longer to have contact with the Commander is that understood?" Blackburn asks.

"Yes sir." Agent Warren looks over at the Commander with an indiscernible look and then walks away.

Steve looks in between the two men now that Agent Warren is gone both have cold hard looks on their faces. Looks of distrust, disbelief and disgrace.

"Take him over to the Naval Brig and out of my sight." Blackburn orders Lane. Not sparing his friend a backwards glance Lance walks off and back to his office to inform the Director that they've got the killer. Even if it is one of his former friends. He did the crime and no he has to do the time. Lance'll be surprised if Steve even makes it to the end of the week with what he did. He still can't believe it. Evidence that the MCRT has collected doesn't lie though.

Agent Sullivan leads Steve out of the building and to a black Suburban for transport to the Naval Brig over on Ford Island. Quite a few memorial sites are over that way actually. Including the USS Missouri.

The sixteen-minute ride over from the field office is a quiet one, Agent Sullivan focusing on the road, and Steve handcuffed in the back-passenger seat staring at the views he'll never get to see again. The car stops and they get out and into a transport boat to take them over to the island. The ride again is short and quiet. On the other end another car is waiting for Agent Sullivan to finish the transport of the newest inmate at the Naval Brig. In all too short a time even for the time of the day, Agent Sullivan is driving past the concrete slab entrance sign, Naval Brig, Pearl Harbor.


1720 Hours. Naval Brig, Ford Island - 2056 Wasp Blvd Bldg. 462, Honolulu, Oahu.

Steve is quiet when he's led into the building. He's never been here ever and never thought he would be. This is some horrible sick nightmare, and he wants to wake up from, yes right now please. It's all too real when Agent Sullivan hands Steve off still cuffed like he's some package being delivered.

Steve is handed off to two MA's or Masters at Arms, THEY are the ones who are actually Navy police or cops. One of their duties is or can be working in the Naval Brigs all around the world.

"He's all yours gentlemen, see yah around cake eater, or not, you're not my problem anymore." Lane comments bitterly. Lane just had to tell Havika they'd caught the perp and write up the paperwork. It's a real shame considering Scott's current condition. He doesn't understand it, but it's not his job to understand it.

Lane walks out of the building and heads back to the car that'll take him to the boat that'll take him back to NCIS, where he'll update Havika.

"Alright Commander lets go, get walking." One of the MA's orders and roughly moves Steve by his right arm to get him moving almost dislocating it.

Steve has never felt this humiliated in his entire life. Yes, he has been through this process before when he was arrested for the murder of Governor Jameson. But that had been very different. Back then he was still a Navy reservist, the task-force was still fairly new, and HPD had handled his processing he was treated with respect, now... not so much. Apparently, word travels fast around here and word had somehow gotten out from the Joint Base Pearl Harbor Hickam of his apparent murder of a Navy SEAL. Not so apparently or heresy because he's being booked for murder.

He is escorted into an empty room and is left alone for a few minutes. Behind a huge window in the wall to the right Steve can see a doctor's office. He figures that he has to go through a physical before he can be further processed and get to a cell. It's part of the booking process.

About ten minutes later four guards just like the MA's that escorted him into the room, come in, in the standard Navy green digital Camo uniform. Armed with tasers and batons, they enter and take up positions in the four corners of the room.

Two more walk in this time right between the other four stationary guards. As if he's really going to try something here. No he learnt his lesson last time. These guards are different they've got surgical gloves on their hands, this does not bode well for him. He shudders at what's going to happen and where those are hands are going to go.

"Commander, we're going to take your cuffs off now, I'd strongly suggest not trying anything unless you want 50,000 joules of electricity coursing through your veins." One of the stationary guards tells him.

Steve nods in understanding at the sailor in front of him. He has no intention of getting tased it's happened multiple times before in his life. He has no plan to get tased today or any time soon, he doesn't want to make this worse so he'll be a good little sailor and follow orders.

The cuffs are taken off and he massages his sore red marked wrists. The cuffs Agent Warren had put on him were way too tight. He can already see some swelling and redness from their placement around his wrists. Steve stands now with his hands at his sides palms open non-threatening and waits for whatever is to come next.

"Take off your clothes, Commander. Start with your boots and socks," the one who is dangling the handcuffs is telling him.

Steve complies without saying a word. He crouches down and unties the laces on his boots. A moment later he stands barefoot on the cold tiles.

"Now take the rest of your clothes off."

"Come on we don't have all night Commander." The other gloved up guard says.

Steve takes his time removing his t-shirt, as slow as he can. "This ain't a fucking strip tease for you husband, take it off now." The first guard with the handcuffs swinging around his finger says irritated. Steve bites the inside of his cheek to hold back a nasty retort, he feels and tastes blood in his mouth.

"Like I'd ever willingly strip for you boys." Steve comments under his breath as he removes the belt from his pants, and begins to slide them down.

"What'd you say you SEAL killer?" A guard in the right corner closest to Steve sneers. Before Steve realizes it, his face and body is slammed hard into the wall, his left arm twisted painfully behind his back.

Steve scoffs and huffs despite the pain radiating through his body. "That...all you can...come...up with. Real original."

Steve's thrown to the cold tile floor pants unbuttoned and down by his ankles exposing his boxer clad ass to the room.

Well so much for playing nice and following orders. Steve thinks. That didn't last long at all.

Before Steve can even think to get up, the first kick is delivered to the side of his stomach. He thinks somewhere near his kidneys. His head is swimming with the pain from the bruise he's sure is forming on his forehead.

The first kick is just the start, Steve can feel it's just the one guard. Not even in the prison yet and he's already getting the shit beaten out of him.

"Kick...ing a..." breathing is starting to get harder for Steve. "Man when he's down...really."

"My brother was a SEAL, I wouldn't dream of doing what you did. You're a disgrace to the uniform, the title, the trident, you don't deserve to call yourself a SEAL. You're nothing but a cold..." Another harsh kick to his body to his ribs Steve thinks to time. "Blooded murderer. Doing it while he's asleep, defenseless, you're a coward McGarrett."

Steve can't help but curl up in on himself to try and ease the pain. "Nggh...stop...please."

Steve's cargoes and boxers are yanked off by the same guard doing the beating. Steve isn't scared no he's not, really. He can't help the first thought that comes into his brain is what he's seen happen a few times when he had been back in the Navy. It happened on a few occasions it's sad but true. Being gone from one's secret boyfriend or partner for a long time sometimes months at a time. Some guys are more forceful than others, and needed that relief or release of sexual tension.

He tries not to shiver at the coolness of the air or let them see any kind of reaction from him. But he feels completely exposed lying here face down on the tile floor. He's willing his body not to react to any of the men in the room. That is not something he needs right now at all. He doesn't even think he could get it up if they asked.

Unfortunately he doesn't have to wonder too long before he's roughly yanked up and again shoved up against the back wall. He hears a thud, he knows this time his head definitely connected with the wall hard.

"Spread'im." The abusive guard orders, Steve manages to turn his head and see his name tape says Torres. He's tanned and all athletic lean muscle and of either Cuban or Dominican descent. The guard now known as Torres kicks Steve legs apart for him so they're spread an equal distance apart. Torres than wordlessly takes the cuffs and grabs Steve's wrists placing them in front of him high up on the wall and cuffing them together. "Don't move or you'll regret it." Torres orders harshly.

And regret it Steve does, he doesn't even think he moves that much but apparently shifting a little on his feet is enough to warrant what comes next.

"Arrghhh," Steve falls sideways immediately as three darts from the Taser gun embed themselves in his naked flesh. His knees contact hard with unforgiving floor, and all his muscles contract painfully, rendering him helpless.

He's lying on the floor, still twitching with his hands cuffed out in front of him. If he could get up and move and he isn't in an incredible amount of pain. He could easily un cuff himself, but not now. That's why prisoners are handcuffed in the back and not front so they can't un cuff themselves.

The sole guard, Torres whose been doing all the beating, leans down close to Steve and whispers in his ear, "I'm sorry."

Oh yeah, you're really sorry Steve thinks to himself as he lays there, and then the final blow or rather two blows come. There's a searing white hot pain radiating through his body and he can feel something wet pooling around his stomach. If he could touch his abdomen he knows his fingers would come back smeared in red with his blood.

Steve wants to beg wants to plead mercy that he can't take it anymore. But he just steels himself and relies on his immense SEAL training and resistance to torture as for the second time within the hour, he's tased. Letting out an almost animalistic scream of agony as three more darts embed themselves in his lower back.

He's just barely clinging to consciousness now, when he hears a voice just on the edges of his vision. Sounds like Joe. No can't be Joe, Joe is dead died in my arms Steve thinks sorrowfully. For all the man's faults and secrets he kept he really did feel like a second father to Steve.

"What the hell is going on here?" "Lt. Michael Hayes comes into the room Steve hears the heavy footfalls of black utility boots, sees them as the man comes to a stop a few feet away. Upon seeing the naked bleeding man on the floor Torres standing over him ready to pounce again, he takes charge. "Petty Officer Torres, explain yourself right now! Why is the Commander cuffed and injured?"

That's the last thing Steve hears before he loses his battle with consciousness. The last thought on his mind is of Danny and the look that'd be on his face at seeing Steve like this, disgusted, deserving of everything that's happening to him. He killed a man in cold blood a fellow Navy SEAL. He'd bloodied, bruised, beaten, and exposed lying on the cold tiled floor.


1712 Hours. NCIS Field Office Pearl Harbor - SAC Blackburn's Office, Pearl Harbor, Oahu.

It took all of Danny's willpower and strength to remain calm as he walked through the halls of the NCIS office. Though he looked calm on the outside there was a smoldering thundering rage building inside of him.

"Where's SAC Blackburn's office?" Danny asked tersely to a young looking female agent in slacks and a nice blouse.

"O-Over there sir, but you can't go in though he's on a conference call." The young agent told Danny.

Danny's hands clenched into fists over and over again. "Does it look like I care?" Danny asked. Visitor badge swinging precariously with his waving hands. Clearly this young woman didn't know who he was. Danny didn't wait for her reply just followed her directions and found the office with the stenciled-on name of S.A.C. BLACKBURN in black capital letters.

Without knocking he just barged in not something he would normally do he's really a civilized man, he is, but not right now. Now he's pure unbridled rage fueled Jersey Williams. Danny threw the door open it banged on the wall loudly.

Danny saw the remaining agents of the MCRT and the remaining members of Scott's team minus the man himself and his partner in the room turned to him. They were all stood in front of a large TV monitor the face of an African American man looked back at them silent. The background was dark, but Danny saw even from this distance the man's name and title on the bottom of the screen.

Dir. Leon Vance

NCIS Washington Navy Yard

That's in Virginia. Danny thinks. He only knows this because Steve had to take a trip out there to get all his retirement paperwork processed in person. Virginia they're six hours ahead it's almost midnight over there. Well that explained the darkened windows on the screen.

"I want to congratulate you all on the finding the killer so quickly and efficiently." Leon told the Hawaii field office elite team.

"Thank you, sir, it really was a team effort though." Havika told Director Vance.

"Actually more like the pieces just fell into our laps sir." Kali told the Director.

"Regardless of how it happened, I'm glad there's one less murderer out there."

Danny's blood is boiling just above the surface at this man's words about his husband. He didn't even know him. Probably by reputation only if at all.

"Yes us to sir. We're that much closer to closing down the fight ring now, even with this little hiccup, CPO Montgomery WILL be the last service member we add to the list of those murdered." Havika replies evenly and with conviction in his tone.

"Good work agents keep it up, I want regular updates until the fight club is shut down and notify me immediately if there's another body found."

"They will sir." Blackburn informed his boss.

"You'll keep me posted on both Agent McGarrett's and Agent Perry's conditions."

"We will sir we've very hopeful for both of them." Blackburn answered his boss. "Have a good night sir."

"Enjoy your weekend Agents." Leon told them and then the screen goes blank on both ends of the monitor.

"Blackburn, I got a bone to pick with you buddy." Danny marched up to the taller man hands on his hips. Just in the beginning stages of his epic rant. "Where's Agent Sullivan?"

"He's taken the prisoner to the Naval Brig, and no you can't go over there you just missed him he's being processed as we speak." Then Blackburn turned to the other agents. "The paperwork can wait a day, agents go enjoy what's left of your Saturday evening.

The agents nodded. "I'm going to head over to the hospital to see Isaac." Evan said.

"We'll come with, we want to see Scott see how he's doing, Lane'll want an update." Kali told Evan.

"I call shotgun." Jackson called quickly before his partner could.

"Fine, but I want to drive back, Evan that okay?" Kali asked. Evan nodded to Kali that it was okay. "Brianna, you want to come with us?"

"No thanks I'm good, think I'm going to turn in early." Brianna told her colleague. It'd been a long day and with the storm last night she still needed to check on her house more thoroughly than just throwing clothes in a go bag, and racing off to get the office this morning. After spending the night in Halawa, and she needed to process what her father had said to her. Well okay more like bury what the older Seeger had said in a bottle of her strongest liquor and sleep the weekend away.

Kali smiled at the other agent. "Alright if you change your mind you know where we'll be."

With that the three younger agents leave the office bidding their unit chief and SAC Blackburn good night. Once they leave, Lance went over to his door and locked it. "Lockdown room. Voice authentication, Lance Blackburn."

"Authentication confirmed. Room locked down." A female computerized voice rang out in the ceiling.

"What's going on Blackburn?" Danny asked wearily.

"Come on Danny have a seat with us over here." Havika motioned to the table and chairs that sat around it. Danny did as he was told. Once they're all seated Lance began speaking.

"Danny what I'm about to tell you DOES NOT leave this room, do you understand you can't tell anyone outside this room. Not Mary or the rest of the Five-0, not even your kids especially not your kids." Blackburn began. Danny's stomach was in knots and a lump formed in his throat. Danny nodded his head in understanding.

"We need verbal confirmation that you understand Danny." Havika asked Danny.

"I...I understand I won't tell anyone. I swear, on my brother's grave."

"Good." Havika remarked.

"Steve didn't do it, Danny. Steve didn't murder Chief Petty Officer Montgomery." Lance told Danny.

"What!?" Danny asked it shock. "It just sounded like you said Steve didn't murder that poor Navy SEAL." Okay that was something Danny knew with all his heart that Steve would never killing another SEAL 'brother' in cold blood willingly.

"He didn't Danny, we all know that, you know it, Steve knows it. But with the way Lane'll be talking to him he'll get Steve to believe he did murder Montgomery which is what we need." Havika told him slowly.

"It was a set-up, within a set up Danny." Lance further explained.

"What!?" Danny yelled as he got up from his chair he wanted to throttle the two ex-SEALs in front of him.

"Sit your ass down Williams and let us explain would you Jesus, and I thought McGarrett had a temper." Lance didn't elaborate on which McGarrett. Danny sat back down and pulled his chair into the table.

Danny made a go on continue, I'm waiting gesture. "Okay now I'm really confused."

"It's quite simple actually Danny. For Steve to actually have done what he did, well we know he's smart. If he didn't want evidence to be found, he'd make it so."

Danny did know that for all his husband's boorish, and brutish Neanderthal nature, at times he really was a smart strategic tactical minded person. "Okay I'm beginning to follow, but not seeing where this is going yet. And you said it was a set-up within a set up I'm not seeing it."

"Let Agent Kamaka explain fully and then you can be as mad and as furious as you want at me." Lance said coolly.

Oh I intend to be no matter what Danny thought to himself. He let Havika explain the plan they'd devised without his husband's knowledge.

"The gun used to kill CPO Montgomery was...was Scott's own gun, a Navy Sig Sauer the real shooter took it from Steve and used it, to murder Montgomery in his sleep."

Danny sucked in a breathe killing someone in their sleep was just the lowest of the low. Danny already didn't like this scumbag.

"The gun that was used was Scott's gun, a gun that the killer knew only Steve had access to, and his fingerprints would already be on it. So, with that in mind the killer used gloves to preserve Steve's finger prints on the murder weapon." Havika explained.

"The killer was trying to set Steve up for the murder, but why?" Danny asked interrupting the explanation.

"To get rid of Steve once and for all for Rutherford, he knew he couldn't have him in his fight club anymore so, setting up Steve and having him pinned for murder would indefinitely send him to Halawa, where an also indefinite fight would break out between prisoners killing Steve. Rutherford gets his money and he'll have witnessed a McGarrett death."

Danny shuddered at the thought of that happening to the love of his life.

"But what the still unidentified killer didn't know is that we'd set up hidden surveillance in and around the houses of potential future targets all with some association to the McGarrett's. We've got the real killer Danny. We just don't have, have him if you know what I mean."

"All the evidence we have does point to Steve killing Montgomery which as I stated previously we need for this to work." Havika stated matter a factly. "To catch the real killer we need everyone to believe Steve killed Montgomery even Steve himself.

"Steve would also find a better place to dump the body, again if Steve really did this, a dead body would never be found until he was long gone free and clear."

That's also something Danny knew of his husband even though he didn't want to know. The whole 'I know how to kill a person 100 different ways and make them all look like accidents and you'll never find the body' thing.

"He'd also wouldn't torch the getaway vehicle in plain sight like this schmuck did." Lance recounted to Danny as the MCRT had found the getaway vehicle torched beyond repair and recognition by the docks. A heavily trafficked area.

"We've got the real killer on camera going in and coming out of the Montgomery residence, Steve was there, that's where the murderer got the idea."

"It was raining cats and dogs last night how could the schmuck even see and better yet how'd he even know it was Steve, and what do you mean Steve was there. He never left the house last night."

"He did he told he went for a run sometime after midnight last night, I was also there when he left the house Danny remember. I'm a light sleeper, I was closest to the door last night to hear him leave. I heard him coming back too. Just around 0400."

"As for how the schmuck as you called him Danny could see..." Havika pulled out from under the table an evidence bag with standard issue military night vision goggles. "We suspect the Montgomery's house was also being surveilled not by us, but one of Rutherford's surveillance team's, and feeding information to the killer. That's how the killer knew it was Steve. He was told and confirmed."

Danny tutted and clicked his tongue, "Night vision goggles of course."

"We have all the proof we need to nail this guy Danny. We also have the proof we need to make the conviction stick to Steve for the time being until we can catch the man responsible."

"When'll that be?" Danny asked.

"We don't know yet, but we hope soon, Danny, we hate seeing Steve like this we hate doing this to him, and we know it'll only get worse the longer we let this go on."

"So you're all lying to him to Steve." Danny stated. "Letting him take the rap for something he didn't do you do know what happened nine years ago right with former Governor Jameson."

"We're well aware Danny, but with some counseling possibly afterwards Steve'll pull through just fine." Lance told Danny.

"For all our sakes I hope you're right Blackburn."

Havika looked at Danny as the shorter Jersey man said 'all' lying to him, to Steve. "Danny..." Havika hedged slowly. "In order for this to work to pull this off we need everyone to be fully 100% into this. I know it goes against everything you stand for, and somehow goes against your wedding vows too probably, but we need YOU to lie to Steve as well, just as convincingly as the rest of us. No looks giving yourself away, and no empathy."

Danny couldn't believe what the two men in front of him were asking him to do. Yes Danny had lied to Steve before, but very rarely since they'd gotten married two and a half years ago had he lied to his husband in such a way. As the two were asking him to lie to Steve now. It had only been little white lies, and inconsequential trivial things spouses and partners lie about to one another.

If it was to catch a bad guy, a guy who killed a decorated Navy SEAL, a father, a husband, he'd do it. Because he knew if the roles were reversed or if Steve was here himself to defend himself he'd agree with the plan too. Everything had to be perfect and everyone involved had to be on point. They couldn't afford any slip ups with Steve's life literally on the line here.

"Okay, I get it. I do in some twisted backwards portion of my mind dedicated to thinking like that crazy SEAL I love, I get it I'll play along." Even though I'll hate every gut wrenching minute of it.

"Good because you're just as key a piece in this little charade as Steve himself is in this." Lance informed the blond detective.

Glad to be of service. Danny thought sarcastically to himself in his head, but instead said. "Happy to help if it means getting a real killer off the streets. Give the family closure."

"Speaking of families Danny you should go home, you too Agent Kamaka it's late."

It's barely past five in the evening, not late by Danny's standards at all Danny wanted to argue, but didn't he did want to see Charlie and Grace. He had to remember as of about 0900 this morning Five-0 had no involvement any longer in the NCIS case. This was still his weekend after all with his kids and he wanted to make the most of it. He hadn't spent much time with either of his kids yet this weekend besides seeing Charlie this morning. And taking him to the beach and dropping him off at Rachel's earlier. He hadn't seen Grace at all, since Thursday the day of her and Jake's car accident. I mean he'd called her and FaceTime her before bed yesterday like he used to do when she was younger, but that was the only physical contact he had with his daughter.

So Danny and Havika both left, leaving Lance to his thoughts. He really hoped the guys over at the Brig weren't giving Steve too much of a hard time. The smaller the amount of people that knew the truth the better.


Present Time - 1737 Hours. TAMC - 3rd Floor Emergency Room, Moanalua, Oahu.

Steve is just regaining consciousness as he's being rushed through the emergency room and into the trauma bay 1. He recognizes it vaguely from being in it so much. Baghdad the ER staff call it. If he's here he knows, his injuries must be bad. His head is pounding he took a few hits to it he thinks. He doesn't remember how though.

"42-year-old male, lost consciousness at the scene, regained consciousness enroute threw up twice, BP steady and holding multiple bruises and contusions, to the side and back, minor head laceration to the temple, six small punctures wounds, three to the back three to the torso, possibly kidney laceration, though we can't tell if it's from the stab wound or the beating he took." The paramedic rattles off Steve's injuries, to a 6'0" 192 lbs dark blond haired male doctor in Army scrubs.

"Thanks guys I got it from here." The doctor says whose scrub top name tape says Casey on it, and he's got a Captain rank on his scrub top. "Why's he so underdressed Lieutenant?" The Army Captain asks the other uniformed officer whose one of the men in charge of the Naval Brig on Ford Island. They're the same rank equals so they don't need to 'Sir' each other. Just address each other by rank.

Lt. Hayes looks down at the handcuffed Commander, cuffed by his right wrist and ankle to the hospital bed. He's dressed in just black skivvies and a white undershirt. It's what inmates wear under their tan standardized prison uniform. That consists of a tan long sleeved collared shirt, and tan trousers, with a black webbed belt and black boots.

"He was combative and belligerent to guards during his booking process, didn't even get to perform a physical examination. Guards had to subdue him anyway they could." Hayes informs the attending trauma surgeon.

"I see, well Lieutenant those cuffs are going to have to come off. Myself and my staff can't work with a handcuffed man. Who is he?"

"You mean you don't recognize him. Probably hard to with the bruised-up face. Doc meet Lt. Cmdr. Steven McGarrett decorated Navy SEAL and leader of the Governor's elite task force, got himself into a bit of a pickle with the Feds, and now he's my responsibility. Everywhere he goes I go."

"Well he needs surgery immediately to repair the damage to his lacerated left kidney and am I correct in assuming those small puncture wounds found on the Commander's body are from taser darts?"

"Yeah poor sap was tased twice because we couldn't get him under control." Hayes says shaking his head sadly.

"The OR is ready for you Sir." A young resident informs Captain Casey.

"I've got to go Lieutenant, but you can wait in the OR waiting area, and you should probably call the Commander's next of kin." Casey hurriedly says as he's already kicking the brakes off the gurney and wheeling Steve away and up to the OR floor.

Now Lieutenant Hayes has the harrowing task of calling the Commander's next of kin, who just happens to be a loudmouth ex-Jersey cop. He'd say he doesn't get paid enough for this, but he does actually get paid quite well by the Navy. The man in question picks up on the first ring.

"Detective Williams, with whom am I speaking?" Danny asks on the other end of the phone. He's just plated up dinner for Grace, Charlie, Joanie and Mary and they're all just sitting down to eat.

The kids don't know about their Uncle Steve being arrested yet. Neither does Mary though. He's waiting for the right time to tell them. Preferably never and wait until this whole thing blows over. They'll notice Steve's absence though when he doesn't come home tonight. Grace could just think Steve's staying at the hospital with his brother, but she'd see through that quickly. There's no way Danny's lying to them, well he will just about why he's actually gotten arrested. Objection of justice and unlawful access to federal files should suffice for Grace. Now Charlie sweet innocent little Charlie is another story entirely. Danny's made up stories about their cases before and used them as bedtime stories. So he should be able to come up with a story to tell Charlie.

Danny excuses himself and into the front room of the McGarrett-Williams home and sits in the armchair by the front door.

"Detective Williams this is Lt. Michael Hayes from the Naval Brig, I've been read into NCIS' plan for the Commander just so you know."

"Okay Lieutenant why are you calling is he okay? Is he fighting you did you have to sedate him or something?"

"One of the guards Petty Officer Torres, beat, stabbed, and tased the Commander twice, he lost consciousness due to his injuries. He's currently in surgery to repair his lacerated left kidney. I'm at Tripler."

Of course you're at Tripler that's the only hospital anyone in this crazy dysfunctional Ohana goes to.

Well there were the few times that Steve and Danny had both gone to King's Medical Center. The time Danny is shot by that lunatic and almost dies. The time Steve needed a liver transplant due to his plane crash injuries. Steve's radiation poisoning cancer scare had him sent to King's for a week.

"Thank you for your information sir. I'll be there shortly." Danny hangs up his cell. Worry coursing through his veins. He doesn't know how badly Steve has been hurt, from the sounds of it it doesn't sound good.

Danny walks back into the dining room where the kids and Mary are eating. Mary immediately recognizes the worry lines on Danny's face. Grace for being only seventeen has always been a very perceptive kid and now a very if not more so perceptive teenager. She knows when her dad is worried and scared and it usually has to do with her Uncle Steve.

"What's wrong Danno, and don't say nothing." Grace says as she sets down her fork in her pasta dish.

"Grace, Uncle Steve's been in a fight, and he was badly hurt. I need to go to the hospital so I can see him." Danny tells his daughter. Danny turns to Mary who is already up out of her seat. "Mary, you should come to, I'll drive. Grace, will you be okay looking after your brother and Joanie for a few hours."

Grace nods her head. "Yes Dad, I can do that."

"Thank you Grace, if we're not back in three hours, that's by 8 o'clock, you know the bedtime routine, bath, bed, and story time. If you need anything at all, you call Uncle Chin or Auntie Kono, they're staying at the Hilton, and still have your number...and..."

"And if it's anything serious call 911, I got it Danno."

"Are you going to be okay with your arm Grace, I can stay if you..." Mary sees the look Danny gives her saying 'No you need to come with me'

"I'll be alright Aunt Mary, and this is only if you're gone for more than three hours."

"We'll try to be back before then, and I'll call you and tell you if I'm not going to be okay Grace, I love you Monkey." Danny tells his very grown up daughter. Danny goes to his son Charlie and hugs him in his seat at the dining table. "I love you Charlie, I'll try and be back before bedtime okay."

"Okay Danno, Grace can we watch movies after dinner?"

"Yeah I want to watch finish watching the movie we were watching at Uncle Scott's" Joanie adds.

"Okay Joanie what movie was that?"

"Incredibles 2, Jack Jack just got his powers."

"It's so cool Gracie. Can we can we?" Charlie asks bouncing up and down in his seat. With that and fond smile on his face he knows Grace is going to be just fine with her brother and 'cousin'.

Danny makes sure to lock the front door as he and Mary head to the Camaro, Danny getting in the driver's seat and Mary getting in the passenger's seat. Once they're both inside Danny puts the keys in the ignition and back out onto the road driving towards Tripler Army Medical Center.


Mary turns to Danny in her seat as he's driving, and looks at him. "Okay Danny what is it? What's wrong with Steve that you couldn't tell me back at the house?"

Danny takes a deep breath breathing in through his nose and out of his mouth. "Steve was arrested earlier this afternoon, by NCIS for obstruction of justice and unlawful access to federal documents. He was transferred to the Naval Brig, but apparently one of the guards got a little too trigger happy and decided Steve looked like a good punching bag."

"Oh my God is he okay?" Mary asks in shock Out of her two brothers she always knew Steve would one day cross the line and go too far and get himself arrested.

"His doctor told me it looked bad he has a lacerated kidney and he was tased two separate times." Danny decides to leave out the fact that Steve was naked when all this went down. He doesn't want to think of what else could have happened he'll ask the doctor in private when he gets there.

"He better be okay for Scott's sake and let's hope this time on the inside isn't too long. Scott's going to need all the help he can get when he wakes up."

"I agree Mary. How was the beach with Chin and Kono, catch any good waves?" Danny asks trying to distract the younger woman from their impending destination.

"It was alright. Better when Charlie and Joanie showed up." Mary says clearly distracted.

Danny reaches Tripler twenty minutes later and finds the closest spot there is, which actually isn't even a spot at all it's a loading and unloading zone only. Danny hops out of the Camaro and quickly slaps the police sticker on the Camaro daring anyone of the security guards near the entrance to say anything. They don't and he and Mary head inside. Mary in yoga pants and t-shirt and Danny in well worn jeans and an old Newark police department t-shirt.

Danny and Mary go straight to the ER receptionist on the third floor and ask about Steve. "Hi, I'm Danny Williams, I got a call about my husband Steve McGarrett where is he?"

"Ah yes Commander McGarrett he's currently in surgery, his surgeon is Captain Mark Casey, you can head on up to the OR floor waiting area." The receptionist tells Danny.

"Thank you ma'am come on Mary let's go head up and wait on our SEAL."

As Danny and Mary walk out of the ER doors and to the elevator Mary stops, "Danny will you be okay if I go up and see Scott for a bit, I haven't seen him since Thursday."

"Of course Mary no problem. I'll be fine for a bit, I'll text you when the doctor comes out so you can be there to hear it to okay."

"Thanks Danny." Mary says and the two ride the elevator in companionable silence up to the sixth floor.

Once on the sixth floor the two part ways and Danny heads to the OR waiting area, while Mary heads to a different wing on the sixth floor to the Neuro ICU.


1812 Hours. Tripler Army Medical Center - 6th Floor OR Waiting Area, Moanalua, Oahu.

Danny sits down in one of the cushioned blue chairs and sighs. He thinks he's spent way too much time here in the past week, first Scott, than Gracie, and now Steve. Maybe this is what Wilkes meant by starting with that Detective of yours first. Three people he cared about have ended up here in the past five days. He doesn't like it and he wishes he could take the whole week back. Stop the clock and rewind time.

The man who is causing his latest anguish is sitting stiffly in that green Navy working uniform Masters at Arms badge on the left side of his chest. The two blonds eyes meet and Danny gets up from his seat, and walks over to the man. His name tape says Hayes. And he's a Lieutenant as evidenced by black two bars rank insignia in the middle of his chest.

"You." Danny pokes Hayes right on his rank insignia square in the chest. "Need to leave. You don't belong here. Nor do you have the right to be here right now." Danny's voice rising steadily as he really gets going.

"Detective." Hayes warns evenly in a calm voice trying not to disturb the other family members in the waiting area. "You need to..."

"Don't! Tell me what I need to do. You...you son of a bitch, you were supposed to keep him safe, and now look where we are." Danny gestures around wildly to the OR waiting area.

"Detective, why don't we step aside and talk somewhere in private." The Lieutenant tries to reason with the short blond haired Five-0 Detective. He's read files on all the Five-0 members past and present and he knows Williams is the loudmouth of the team. He also knows the Commander and the Detective are in a same sex marriage.

"No you need to leave now, my husband's in surgery because of what you let one of your damn guards do. You're not going to get what you want tonight. Which is Steve's head on a stick right?"

"Clearly you're upset Detective." Hayes grabs his eight point green patrol cap, and readies himself to leave. "For what it's worth Detective, I'm truly sorry for what happened to the Commander." Hayes makes his leave without a backwards glance at the Detective. It wasn't supposed to go this far be this bad. It was just supposed to be enough to where the other man's injuries couldn't be treated in the Brig infirmary. Internal bleeding could not be treated in the Brig infirmary, nor could the after effects of being tased twice. Torres went way too far and he'd be dealt with properly when Hayes goes into work tomorrow. Yes even on a Sunday he has to go to work. He's the head of the Naval Brig he has to.

"Wait!" Danny calls out to the taller blond before he reaches the elevator. Danny has to jog to catch up to the man. "I need to ask you something?"

"Yes Detective what is it?"

"When you called to tell me about Steve, you said he was handcuffed and naked flat out on his stomach Steve...he wasn't..." Danny couldn't get the word out nor the alternative nicer word for what he's trying to ask.

Hayes shakes his head no, which is a relief to Danny. "No, Detective he wasn't I wouldn't let that happen."

Yeah but you let this happen, you let my husband be stabbed, beaten and tased. All because of a lie we have to uphold.

"Right, of course, thank you Lieutenant." Danny says trying to sound thankful. Danny turns on his heel and heads back to the waiting area. Meanwhile Mary is standing just outside her brother's room.


1819 Hours. TAMC - Neuro Intensive Care Unit Patient Room 646, Moanalua, Oahu.

Mary is standing just outside her brother's room looking at the signage on the translucent glass window. TBI, no food by mouth, Seizure precautions, Fall risk, No Venipuncture in left arm, Wash hands before entering, See Nurse. Next to all that other signage is a smile green colored sticker with the two letters NS next to it. Mary wonders what that means, she can put together what all the other signs mean, just not this one.

Mary has already seen the nurse to ask how Scott is doing, and she's just washed her hands. But seeing those signs is a lot to take in. She takes a deep breath and steps into Scott's room. Mary sees Scott's friend and partner Lane Sullivan sitting up in one of the chairs a child's picture book in his hands reading aloud to her brother.

She stops about halfway in and smiles. It's Night Night Jungle the same book Mary reads to Joanie almost other night. Joanie loves animals almost as much as her uncle does. It's cute.

Lane looks up from the book at the footsteps approaching and notices Mary standing there in a t-shirt and yoga pants. "Good Evening Mary." Lane greets.

"Hey, how's he doing from your standpoint I mean. I already asked the nurse all the medical stuff."

"He's good, he likes it when I read to him." Lane chuckles. "I uh guess my secrets out. No one's really in here when I read to him 'cept the nurses and they don't say anything. Big tough Navy SEAL reading his equally tough SEAL partner a kid's book. You know I read these same exact books to my son, they're actually his."

"I read the same ones to my daughter Joanie. I won't tell anyone your secrets safe with me."

"I can leave if you want to have some time alone with him." Lane offers but makes no move to get up he isn't leaving not even if Mary asks. He's not leaving because he knows Steve isn't able to be here what with him being in surgery with a lacerated kidney.

"No, no it's okay I just came to see how he's doing he looks hot feverish is his fever still high?" Mary asks as she sits down on the chair opposite Lane.

"It is it's been fluctuating all day from 103.8 to 105. The last time the nurse checked it was 104.5. Not much else the doctor's can do but keep him cool, I've changed his sheets and gown three times."

"That would explain the seizure precautions sign and the lack of breathing tube right?"

"Yeah, docs don't want him to aspirate or choke if he has a seizure. It's a waiting game now, just waiting for him to wake up. His neurologist said it was likely today."

"That's good though, if he wakes, he'll heal."

"How's Steve any news?" Lane asks changing the subject from the man in the bed to the other McGarrett currently in surgery due to an overzealous prison guard.

"No news yet, but you know how the saying goes. I'm really worried for both of them. Prison time for Steve while Scott's like this it'll destroy him. They need each other, I...need both of them to be okay."

Before Lane can answer her, Mary hears her phone vibrate. "It's Danny, I'm going to take this." Mary says and heads outside of the room and outside of the ICU.

Mary walks back over across the wing to the OR waiting room to meet up with Danny.


2024 Tripler Army Medical Center - 6th Floor OR Waiting Area, Moanalua, Oahu.

To Danny, time is passing way too slow. The ticking of the clock seems to mock him on how long its taken to get his partner through surgery. He hasn't sat still since he arrived at the hospital, going between pacing and sitting, his knee bouncing at 3 times the pace that the clock is ticking. This is something Steve normally does the man just cannot sit still. Danny is the calm cool collected one in these situations. Not today not right now. Not with knowing, what or rather who put his partner in this situation in the first place.

Nightmare worthy images of Steve lying on the floor all alone and helpless to defend himself against the guards. Along with one thought.

All this drama this whole charade just to get one guy. And at what cost? What cost to Steve's psyche when he finds out it's all a charade.

It makes Danny sick to his stomach he gets up twice to go the bathroom. On his second trip to the bathroom still nothing comes up. He quickly splashes water on his face and he heads back to the waiting room and he finds his Ohana there, the team old and new, even Rachel, Stan, Grace and Charlie. Brooke and the boys are also there both Tristan and Jake having been released earlier in the day, are now back both on crutches, but this time as visitors, for their Uncle and Dad.

It's almost too much for Danny the man who wears his heart on his sleeve is openly showing his emotions. If you'd asked him almost nine years ago if he'd be here surrounded by so many people who love and care for him. Even Rachel they'd reconciled somewhat, he'd say that person was straight crazy but it's true. As he looks out at all the faces in waiting from Kamekona all the way on down to little Joanie who isn't quite so little anymore. She's six now, and has made fast friends with his own son Charlie in just a short amount of time Mary and Joanie have been back on the island.

The NCIS team are also there as well. Even Agent Perry who's in a nifty looking non hospital regulation wheelchair. It looks like one of the paraplegic racing wheelchairs. They're probably there to make sure he doesn't slip up and mess up this plan. The only one not there is Lane who Danny figures out pretty quickly is sitting upstairs with Scott in his NCCU room.

He hasn't been in the bathroom that long has he? Ten fifteen minutes tops. "You okay there Jersey." Comes Lou's deep voice and walks up to the shorter man, hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, Lou I...I am I'm just how did you all get here so fast?"

"It was a chain text really Grace started it almost as soon as you and Mary left your house. Grace sent it to Will who than told me, and then I told the rest of the team, and well ah you get it brother it's one of those chain things you know." Lou explains. "You got one good daughter there Williams."

"I know I do. You got a good son there too Lou." As Danny looks at his daughter who is having Nahele sign her cast. The older boy laughing at something Grace has said. There are others signing both Jake's and Tristan's casts as well. It's like a cast signing party. It's taking everyone's minds off of what they're all here waiting for.

About twenty minutes after Danny sits back down having signed both of his nephews casts now, Steve's doctor comes out.

"Family of Steve McGarrett." Captain Casey calls out to the room. Danny and the McGarretts stand up.

"I'm his husband, how is he, doctor?" Danny asks the blond haired doctor.

"First I want to apologize for the wait, the surgery was actually as straightforward as they come, repairing the laceration or tear in the Commander's left kidney was a success. While he was under we also stitched up the cuts in his forehead from his fall. I also stitched up the stab wound from the knife no problem as well."

"Thank you so much doctor. I think that's the mildest set of injuries Steve's had in a while." Danny confessed. "What about his head I was told he fell once and hit his head and then was slammed up against a wall hitting it again."

"Yes he did, he did lose consciousness on the ride over, but he was able to regain consciousness after a few minutes. He only sustained a mild concussion." He looked over at the five teeangers and than back at Danny. "Do they know?"

"Yes, they know of their Uncle's situation."

"Right then, as is standard protocol for concussions, we'll keep the Commander for 24 hour observation, and than Monday morning he'll be discharged and released to the proper authorities. Which I'm told will be HPD."

"That sounds about right doc, can we see him now?" Danny asks. Chin and Kono have also walked up to be beside Danny at this point. Kind of like old times, Danny doesn't want to say it feels good at all. But in some small way it does to have Chin's ever present zen calming factor and Kono's steady on his shoulder.

"He's up in the Trauma ICU, and as I'm sure you know by now only one person can visit and stay overnight with him. We only allow next of kin or a sibling."

Danny looks at Mary just as Mary looks at Danny. "You go" They both say at the same time.

"No Mary you go." Danny insists.

"Danny you're his husband you go." Mary says. "He will be able to have visitors tomorrow won't he?" Mary asks Steve's doctor.

"Yes he will two visitors at a time and you just have to be mindful of the stricter hours up in the trauma ICU." Casey informs them.

"Uncle Danny you go Aunt Mary's right. No offense but you're freaking out on the inside is showing on the outside." Cooper tells his 'Uncle.'

"Kid's got you pegged good brah. Go we'll all see Steve tomorrow in pairs when we can." Chin encourages. Everyone else around him smiles in turn and in agreement with the other man.

"Okay I'll go I think I've got a go bag in the Camaro, will someone get that for me?" Danny asks.

"Well Detective it seems you're in great hands here. I'm on shift all night until 9 tomorrow morning if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask and have me paged." Captain Casey bids the group farewell and walks away.

Not soon after Captain Casey leaves everyone bids Danny a good night, happy that Steve's going to be alright and they leave Danny alone in the waiting room. After Chin goes to grab Danny's go from his car Chin waves and heads off back his and Kono's hotel for the night. Despite what the Governor said and Chin and Kono not being involved in cases anymore. It didn't mean the two had to leave the island they both grew up they could stay and visit their old team and friends as long as they wanted.

The fourth of July is coming up soon and there's no way they're missing that tradition. So Chin calls Abby and tells him of his plans. Abby doesn't mind and completely understands. It's only two weeks away after all.

Danny with bag in hand heads over to the mountainside wing on the sixth floor and heads to the trauma ICU to be with his husband. Once he finds out from a nurse Steve's room, he enters and settles himself in for the night in the reclining chair. After changing into a pair of old sweats and brushing his teeth in the handicapped bathroom in the room, Danny settles down as best he can in the chair. Dreams of a happier time and memories long forgotten washing over his tired mind.


2107 Hours. TAMC - Neuro Intensive Care Unit Patient Room 646, Moanalua, Oahu.

Lane is asleep in comfy clothes, of lounge sweat shorts and a t-shirt not ten feet away from his partner's bedside slumbers peacefully. As the heart monitor Scott is attached to the beeps increase in intensity. Than the moaning and groaning starts from behind the oxygen mask placed over Scott's face. The groans slowly turn into muffled words then the thrashing and tossing starts as if Scott's trying to get away from an invisible tormentor. To him he is.

He let's out one strangled word, no, a name, "Cortez!" before his eyes shoot wide open staring straight in front of him and then flutter shut. His right hand clenching and unclenching his left casted hand his fingers are twitching like they're itching to touch something reach out to someone.


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