Summary: Danny was up all night with a sick Gracie. Was coming into work a good thing?
Author's Notes: Thanks so much for the wonderful reviews! I hope you enjoy the next chapter! :) ...The characters of Hawaii Five-0 do not belong to me, and I do not own the rights to them (sadly). :( I just like playing with them. ;) ...All ideas belong to Angel Estrada at Stokes Fanficz/Danno50HPD on Twitter, so please don't plagerize! ...Oh yeah, and this is completely un-beta'd. :) Rated T for traumatic scenes. Feedback (As well as Con-Crit) is very much welcomed. :) P.S. This is my very first H50 fic, so please be nice! :)
McGarrett simply nodded understandingly.
"Go 'head." He handed the plate back to Kamekona and turned his back to give his partner time to check on his daughter.
Suddenly, his phone went off and he picked it up with a smile.
"What's up, Kono?" McGarrett answered cheerfully.
Meanwhile, Danny had gotten hold of his ex. He put a hand on his head as he spoke, clearly stressed and agitated.
"I know, Rachel. I know, but she's my daughter, too! ...All I wanted to do was make sure that she was okay! ...Yes. Ye-... Fine. Yes, please, have her call me later when she wakes up."
He hung up the phone, frustrated, and walked back towards McGarrett, noticing he was on his phone. Danny narrowed his eyes out of curiosity.
McGarrett continued to listen to Kono- and Chin- on the other end, and took a deep breath as he was being told what was going on. He exhaled heavily before responding.
"We'll be right there."
McGarrett hung up the phone and looked at Danny, whose curiosity peaked even more as McGarrett quickly lead him towards the car.
"Who was that?"
McGarrett hesitated for a moment before answering his partner.
"Chin and Kono are at a residence not far from Luxury Row. They've got three bodies."
Danny narrowed his eyes once more.
"You actually expect me to believe that after this little stunt you just pulled? Where are we really going?"
McGarrett started the car and looked over at him seriously.
"Just around the corner from Luxury Row, Danny."
Danny studied him and realized that his partner clearly wasn't joking.
"Okay. Fine. I believe you, but why do you have aneurism face again?"
McGarrett glanced over at Danny, locking eyes with him for a moment before turning back to look at the road he was speeding down.
"One of the bodies is a minor, Daniel. Probably around ten years old."
Danny's eyes widened and he swallowed hard with a nod.
"Great," he replied sarcastically, not looking forward to their next stop in the least.
They sped to the scene, and as they did so, McGarrett questioned Danny's phone call.
"Everything alright with you and Rachel?"
Danny glared at him.
"Oh, yeah. Everything's just wonderful."
McGarrett rolled his eyes.
"I'm serious, Danny."
Danny stared out the window.
"You know how she is. Apparently, it's against the law to call and check on my sick daughter."
McGarrett frowned slightly, not wanting to add insult to injury by pushing the subject any further. He simply nodded.
They drove in silence the rest of the way there, and McGarrett pulled in with a halting screech of the tires.
"Was that really necessary?" Danny questioned after being thrown forward from the abrupt stop.
McGarrett ignored his partner's usual complaining and rushed inside.
"What do we know?" He questioned curiously, anxious to have some answers.
Chin shook his head.
"Not a whole lot. From what we can tell from the photos around the house," he pointed towards one in particular, "they had two kids. Both parents- Olivia and Jeff Reinhardt- are deceased- Stab wounds to the neck and chest- and..."
Chin paused as he saw Danny finally enter the house, mindful of his teammate's connection with children, being that he had one of his own.
"Please," Danny held his hands up, "don't stop on my account."
Chin glanced at McGarrett, who, in turn, gave him a nod to continue.
"Well," he started towards a back bedroom, pointing, "the youngest of the two children- Kylie, age eleven, is also deceased. Same M.O."
Danny went in first, slowly pulling back the sheet that covered the young female's lifeless form in her bed, exposing the wounds that ultimately led to her death. He was staring at her face when McGarrett walked in. McGarrett studied his partner for a moment before glancing at Chin, then speaking.
"Danny?"
The blonde didn't respond. McGarrett knew this wasn't going to be easy on the man.
"Hey, Danny," he called out again, softly, "we've got to process the scene."
Danny finally snapped out of the trance he was in.
"Huh? Yeah," he cleared his throat, "yeah. I'll, uhh, I'll check the backyard."
McGarrett nodded, watching closely, concerned, as Danny's eyes never left the girl's body as he exited the room. Chin had made his way back to the living room with Kono, and McGarrett sighed, rubbing his face before heading back into the other room.
"Okay," he blew out a breath, "Do we know where the other kid is?"
Kono shook her head, watching as Danny quietly made his way outside.
"No, but his name's Trace. He's eighteen, and there's graduation photos," she pointed to the neatly hung frames on the wall, "so, if I had to guess, he's either off to college, at work, or out with friends."
McGarrett put a hand on his head, in thought.
"Okay. Chin and Kono, take what you can back to H-Q and start running prints, see if we can get a hit. I'd assume Trace would have a cell phone, so see if you can find a number and get a location. Danny and I will stay here and keep processing."
Chin and Kono nodded simultaneously then headed towards their car.
McGarrett glanced around the house, which, aside from obvious signs of a struggle, was pretty immaculate. He made his way towards the back bedroom, where the bodies of Olivia and Jeff Reinhardt rested.
Meanwhile, Danny was surveying the backyard and his phone rang. He answered harshly.
"Rachel, now is really not a good time!"
He was interrupted by a tiny voice on the other end.
"Hey, Monkey!" Danny sighed, slightly relieved to hear her voice. "Are you feeling better? That's great. Listen, Monkey, I'm really busy right now, but I'll call you back as soon as I can, okay? Danno lov-"
Before he could finish his speaking, he felt a stabbing pain in his back, and he groaned as his cell phone dropped to the ground.
He managed to roll over, kicking a figure dressed in black. He screamed McGarrett's name as loud as he could as he fought to stand up and defend himself.
"Steve! Steve!"
McGarrett was snapping a photograph when he thought he heard some sort of commotion. He stopped dead in his tracks, listening intently.
"Danny?"
Danny was struggling, fighting with all he had in him, before the tall, masked figure pinned him on his back, taking a knife to his abdomen. Danny gasped as he continued his attempts to fight back before finally succumbing to the pain. His shirt was now soaking in his own blood, the front and back of his royal blue dress shirt now a bright red in color. He laid on the ground, limp and unconscious, a clear look of distress etched on his face.
McGarrett began to exit the house towards the backyard with his gun drawn, just as Danny fell into syncope.
He held his weapon steady, taking in his surroundings. That's when he noticed Danny's blood-soaked body, but no one was around.
McGarrett scanned the yard once more before making his way over to Danny's body.
"Danny! Come on, Danno, open your eyes!"
McGarrett's hands were now covered in his partner's blood as he began to assess Danny's wounds... but he never had the opportunity.
Before he was able to fully remove Danny's shirt, he was struck from behind, and his world went black.
The line of Danny's cell phone was still open, and a quiet, fearful voice spoke on the other end.
"Danno?"