Emily lay on her bedroom floor that evening after supper with her crayons and the typing paper she'd been given. She studied the blank sheets, trying to decide what kind of picture to draw on the front.

She twirled her blue crayon between her fingers as her fifteen-year-old cousin Sam entered the room.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Don't you ever knock?" Emily asked.

The boy shrugged. "Why bother? It's my house."

"But this is my room, so get out."

"Tell me what you're drawing and I will."

"It's none of your business."

"Betcha I can guess."

"If I let you guess, will you leave?"

"Yes."

Emily wished she wasn't having this conversation. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?

"Fine. I don't think you'll get it, but go ahead and guess."

"Something for your boyfriend."

"No, now get out."

"Tell me what it is," Sam repeated.

Emily sighed. Anything to get him out of here. "If you must know, I have a friend in the hospital, and I'm making him a get well card."

"You're such a girl," Sam sneered, "thinking that a card will make him better. Whatever's wrong with him, your friend's probably just gonna die anyway."

A wave of anger washed over Emily. "Don't say that, Sam. Don't you ever say that. Danny can't die, because he's one of the best people in the whole world."

"He's not better than my dad," Sam replied. "And if it wasn't for that dumb cop that put him away, he wouldn't be in prison right now; Uncle Joshua too."

Emily bit her tongue to keep from saying that Danny was the "dumb cop" that put Ray and Joshua Seamus in prison. Instead, all she told Sam was, "Get out. And shut the door behind you."

xXxXx

Standing just outside the office door, Steve drew a hand across his face in an attempt the wipe the tiredness from his eyes. He's spent another sleepless night at the hospital, and the hours were catching up with him. As he slowly opened the door and walked into the office, Jenny looked up from her desk at him.

"Good morning, Steve. Any change?"

He shook his head. "He's not awake yet, but neither is he any worse. He's...stable, I guess is the word I'm looking for."

"Out of curiosity," Jenny began, "do you know how Danny knows a little girl named Emily?"

Steve searched his memory banks for a few moments before an image of the little girl came to him. "Do you recall the bank holdup a year ago or so where Danny was one of the hostages? He met her there. She was the gunman's step daughter. Why?"

"She came in yesterday afternoon asking about him, but no one here had any idea how they knew each other." Jenny paused. "How do you suppose she found out about the attack? Was there a write up in the paper she could have seen? Something on the radio or TV she might have seen?"

"We're trying to keep this as quiet as we can, Jenny, but you know the media. It's possible they caught wind of it. Even so, I can't imagine her mother would let her know about it if she could help it. I've no idea how else she could have found out."

xXxXx

Emily returned to the Five-O office that afternoon, card in hand. She was still frustrated over Sam's comment that Danny would probably die, and for a moment she started to worry that perhaps she was too late in bringing her card.

Don't think like that, Emily, she told herself. You can't be too late. Danny still has to be alive, even if he isn't awake.

Just as she walked through the door, Emily bumped into a man wearing a navy blue suit. She recognized him as Danny's boss.

"Mr. McGarrett?" she asked. "Do you remember me? I'm Emily."

The man smiled gently. "Yes, I do remember you. Hello, Emily."

Suddenly she felt a little nervous about why she'd come, and she started stumbling over her words. "Um...I made a card for Danny. The next time you go to the hospital, would you take it with you?"

She held the flimsy piece of paper out, but Mr. McGarrett didn't take it. Instead he told her, "I"m on my way there now. I just spoke to Danny's doctor; he's awake. Would you like to come with me and give it to him yourself?"

Emily's heart skipped a beat. "He's awake? He's really awake? And I can come with you? Nobody would stop me from seeing him?"

"Under normal circumstances, you probably would not be allowed in. But I'll make sure you wll be. Stay with me, and you'll be fine. Is there someone you need to call, to tell them where you're going?" He motioned to the phone on his secretary's desk. "I'll wait."

Emily shook her head. "Nobody's home, but they won't care."

xXxXx

Steve returned the young girl's smile even as he wondered what kind of home life she had. Would no one wonder if she wasn't home at a certain time? How could there be no one for her to ask permission before going somewhere?

He placed a gentle hand on Emily's shoulder. "Well, all right. If you're ready, let's go."

Once in the car, Emily asked, "Now that he's awake, does that mean Danny's going to be okay?"

"He's going to be fine. He's got a long way to go before he's back to normal, but he will get there. His doctor told me so."

"Mr. McGarrett, have you found Danny's ID yet?"

Steve glanced at Emily curiously as he pulled out of the parking lot. Not even Jenny knew it was gone. "What makes you think it's missing?"

"I was on my way home from school, and I saw Danny being put in the ambulance. Somebody told me he didn't have it."

Steve believed her. She couldn't have been more than ten or twelve years old, and he simply couldn't reconcile Emily's age-not to mention the card she'd made-with the fact that she knew about the missing wallet if there was another explanation for her knowledge.

"No, we haven't found it yet, and honestly, we're not sure where it might be, because it isn't in the alley where he was found. But listen very carefully, Emily. I need you to promise me that you won't tell anybody that Danny's ID is gone. Whoever did this to him, if they have it and find out that we're looking for it, they'd probably get rid of it, and we'd be no closer to finding Danny's attacker than we are now."

Steve looked at Emily as she nodded. "I promise."