Hello! Nice amount of reviews for this first chapter! I can see that you loved it, so I decided to write a second chapter. Don't ask me about a third one, I don't have any idea for now (and I think I won't). Anyway, I hope you will like this chapter as much as you liked the first one ^^

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Eighteen hours. It was the time Steve had spent in the hospital before getting released by his doctor who had worked on his case since the ER. The fever wasn't completely gone, but it had dropped to a more than acceptable level. The fluids and antibiotics provided rehydrated the soldier and helped him fight the bad flu he had contracted. Danny had picked him up at the hospital and made sure he got home before going back to the headquarters in order to help his colleagues find Akamu Kealoha's killer. Of course, Steve had tried to resist him, pretending that he was going to die of boredom in his own house, but his partner had them made a speech about his doctor's words; that he to take it easy for one to two weeks before thinking to resume a normal activity, and to rest a lot above all else. Although the Navy SEAL had arguments to offer, his friend's tenacity and the fact that he had just left the hospital had reluctantly forced him to give up and promise to rest. Half satisfied because he knew Steve by heart, he left him and went straight to the quarters to help. But he wasn't the kind of guy resting quietly in bed for days. Soon, he was bored and got out of his bedroom, changing into a short and a shirt, tying his sports shoes. He went for four miles run and two miles swim, the half of his usual daily jogging. But after three hours pacing around and sighing heavily, he decided to do something he would probably regret at some point. He showered, washing the layer of dirt and sweat of his entire body, of course within the three minutes of a Navy shower, he then dried himself and got dressed. Cargo pants, a simple shirt; he took his medicine, taking some of them for what he was going to do, put his rangers on, took his keys and drove to the headquarters. After twenty minutes, he pushed the door of his workplace, seeing his comrades in front of the mainframe and discussing the case they had taken the day before. Surprised to hear the door and someone entering, they all turned to the noise and opened their eyes wide. Steve McGarrett was standing in front of them as if he had never done anything and ready to work. It was not counting on Detective Danny Williams.

"What. Are you doing here? Huh ?"

"What? I work here. I come here to work every day, don't I?"

Danny sighed in despair. He's irrecoverable… What have I done to deserve such a partner? He turned around, running his hand over his face to try to calm himself down and contain his anger.

"You're a moron, you know that?" he said, turning again. "You have the flu, a very severe flu that, not even a day ago, has bedridden you to the point that I had to drag your ass to the hospital, and in addition, the doctor said you should rest."

He's moving his arms incoherently, as every time he's angry at me. That's what makes me laugh every time!

"Have you ever seen me listen to the doctors?" he stated seriously, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Point taken. But I thought that maybe, for once, you could have. Just for that first time in your life, that wouldn't be that bad."

"Listen, Danny. For now, I feel fine, alright? If I feel tired or… Or if I don't feel well, I promise you, I'm gonna… I'm gonna step down and rest in my office, on the couch. Is that okay with you, honey?"

Honey. He only calls me 'honey' when he wants to win an argument. Steve is here, we need a hand. Maybe this time, he could listen to the doctor?

"Fine", he said, giving up after thirty seconds of playing on 'who will blink first'. "But with your least dizzy thing or anything, you're out. Understood?" He firmly said.

Steve straightened, standing to attention and saluting Danny militarily.

"Sir, yes Sir", he joked, making Junior laugh.

Danny stared at him without even smiling, and seeing his superior with a really straight face, he cleared his throat and went back to work.

"I hate you. I hate you so much, I hope you know that. I'm gonna print it on all your shirts."

"So, what do we have?" Steve asked, smiling at Danny.

"Akamu Kealoha, he was thirty-six and worked as a bartender for Mai Tai Bar for about seven years", Tani explained. "His wife, Takisha Kealoha, is working for Kaʻoihana Company, a company that owns about thirty percent of the shares of manufactures of Oahu Island. They have a three-year-old boy."

"According to Takisha, her husband had no known enemies. He has no record, not even a ticket. He is a model American citizen."

"And according to his boss, he had no problems with any clients."

"Noelani called us earlier to confirm that the cause of death was a gunshot wound to the heart at a very close range."

"That doesn't fit the statement. This is not only premeditated, it was an execution."

"Which means that he has at least one enemy out there. And we have to find him."

"His house is already watched by HPD. In case whoever killed Akamu will also attack his family", Grover added.

"Okay, Danny and me, we go back to where he worked and talk to his coworkers. Grover, Tani and Junior, try to find anything in Akamu's life that could trigger this execution. There's something escaping us, and I want to know what. Jerry, find everything you can about the Kealoha Family."

"I'm on it boss."

Everyone went to work; Jerry began to search for all the information he could get about the couple and their respective families, and Junior Lou and Tani began looking for everything they could find about Akamu's past. Steve and Danny came out of the office, the first man taking the keys and getting behind the wheel, much to Danny's despair. After four minutes in the car, Danny's car of course, neither the two of them dared to talk. The heavy silence was annoying Steve. He looked at his partner; he looked scowling and angry. He sighed, trying to relieve the tension between them.

"The car is too quiet."

"Shut up and drive."

Steve laughed silently. He's pissed at me.

"What, you're not in the mood to talk to me?"

"Exactly, I'm not in the mood right now. I'll tell you why."

Uh oh, I'm screwed. Steve wanted to say something, but he quickly understood that he should be silent for a while. Danny was about to beat him out.

"You. Are sick. You were in the hospital not even five hours ago. I drove you home, thinking that you would listen to the doctor and get some rest. No, don't you dare to interrupt me!" he said angrily when he saw that Steve had opened his mouth.

He sealed his lips once again, waiting patiently for his partner to stop talking.

"I trusted you, man! You never had the flu before, and after a day or so, you think you're gonna be fresh and ready to work? Hell no! The flu shut you down for one to two weeks, okay? You're not ready to go back to work!"

"I told you I would rest wh-…"

"WHY ARE YOU TALKING, YOU NEADERTHAL ANIMAL!"

His raising voice froze the Commander. He had never seen his partner in such an angry state. Never. Why is he like this today? The case ruined his plan with Charlie and Grace for the weekend, or what? He heard Danny sighed heavily.

"You scared the hell off me last night, okay?" he continued with a more gentle tone. "You were burning up, I put you in the shower while you were delirious, I drove you to the hospital, I dropped the case to be with you the entire time, and you? You come back to work just like nothing has ever happened the day after."

Now, Steve understood; he wasn't angry because of the case. He was angry because he didn't rest as excepted. He didn't know what to say, or what to do. He parked the car when he found the first available parking spot and stopped the engine before turning slightly to Danny.

"You were… Worried about me?"

"Not were. I AM. Worried. Okay? You never had the flu until now, the radiation poisoning has weakened your immune system, which means that your body no longer protects you as before. You can get sick anytime now. It's not nothing, you get it? I'm not saying that you've never caught a cold or anything, but... The flu is not something you get rid of in a day. You HAVE to rest."

Steve could see something he had seen only once in his partner's eyes. Real concern and fear. And that was when someone in a helicopter had shot at them while on board a small plane and injured him so much that Danny had to give him half of his liver. He could even see a tear in the corner on his left eye, one he was trying to repress. Danny is really worried about me then.

"Okay. We drive back home, I'll rest."

Surprised, Danny raised his two eyebrows.

"What, you're giving up? Already?"

"You should be happy, right? You are right, and I'm wrong. What's bothering you?"

"Oh, I'm not bothered at all. I just thought that this discussion would've had more… Arguments."

"Like you said, you're not in the mood, and I'm sick. So, I'll give you what you want and rest, so that you won't be concerned about me anymore."

"You really think I'm stupid? The minute I'll leave you alone in your crazy house, you're gonna do what? Run, swim?"

"Already did while back home."

"What, you… Okay, nevermind. I said nothing. Drive home and give me back my key after that. If I have to assign a cop to keep your ass down to bed and handcuff you to it, I'll do it."

"I know you'll do. I promise I'm gonna rest."

Steve pulled the car out of the parking spot and drove home, throwing the keys at Danny before he entered his front door.

"I'm going back tonight to check on you, okay? You better sleep, drink and eat properly. What a civilized and normal human would do."

"Yes, mom", he said ironically. "I promise to take my medicine, drink to stay hydrated, eat to give my body the strength to clear that virus out of me and sleep to give my body the time to recover its strength."

"Good. Now do what you said and don't do anything restraining yourself. Or stupid."

His only answer was the closing front door. What a freaking idiot! He smiled, shaking his head from side to side. His phone rang, taking him out of his imagination. It was Jerry; he answered.

"Yes, Jerry."

"Are you at the victim's work?"

"Uh… Not yet. Why?"

"I found something interesting. You should come back here."

"Ok. I'm here in twenty minutes."

He hung up and got ready to enter his car, but abruptly changed his mind. He clenched the keys in his right hand and smiled. He didn't have to sit on the passenger side this time; he could look forward to driving his own car. He sat behind the wheel, putting his two hands on it with a big smile. Damn, I've never driven my car for work that much since yesterday! He turned on the engine and drove back to the headquarters. Everyone was waiting for him and Steve, but when he entered the room, everyone turned toward him and frowned.

"What do you have Jerry?" he asked as if nothing had ever happened.

"Where's Steve?" Lou asked, frowning more.

"Uh… Home. I, uh… Convinced him to go back home and rest", he explained, carefully emphasizing the word 'convinced'.

He wasn't sure whether he had indeed convinced Steve to rest or not, but after their little talk in the car, maybe his partner had listened to him? He wanted to believe it, he needed this.

"Convinced? You convinced Lieutenant-Commander Steven McGarrett to follow your advice about him going home and rest?"

"Alright, maybe it's not the world I should have used, but he promised me to rest in his bed. Don't ask me how it happened, I don't even know myself, but… I'll go check on him tonight, just to be sure. Let's focus on the case, shall we?"

"Okay", Jerry started. "I've found something about the Kaʻoihana Company. About three years ago, a very large amount of money was transferred from the main account of the company to a smaller company called Bates Advertising Company, based in Montrose, Colorado. So, I made some research on this company and six weeks after the transfer, it was sold to the Ka'oihana Company and their turnover has almost increased sixfold since."

"How much money we're talking about?"

"A twenty-five million dollars investment. The main Company went from a seven-digit turnover to a nine-digit one."

"Okay, so two options. Either they knew where to make their investments and they got very lucky, or…"

"Or the company soaks into money-laundering. But what's the link between this and Akamu?"

"Alright, theory. Takisha works for this Company, right? As she works for them, she has access to everything about the company's accounts. What if she's discovered everything? If she has planned to reveal everything, then it could have destroyed all the work of a lifetime. Someone is trying to make her shut her mouth with killing her husband."

"Okay Sherlock, that's a good theory, but how we're going to prove that?"

"We need to talk to Takisha, then."

After hours and hours of talk, the victim's wife had told them what she knew about his boss and the company she was working for. Their theory was apparently right; Takisha had discovered all the money-laundering and she had decided to tell the cops everything about it, but her boss found out that she knew about all this. The murder of her husband Akamu was a warning; keep your mouth shut, because we can kill you anytime. The leader of the Kaʻoihana Company had been arrested two hours later, trying to fly out the island and had been charged or murder and money-laundering. But what worried Danny was Steve. All he had been doing for minutes now was to look at his phone every thirty seconds as if waiting for something.

"Why do you have your eyes on your phone all the time? You are waiting for a call?" Lou asked, frowning when he saw Danny like this.

"Huh? Oh, uh… Not really, I, uh… I should've already had a call from Steve, you know?"

"But he didn't? Maybe he is really sleeping and that's why he can't call you?"

"That's the thing, Lou. You don't know Steve the way I know him. He can't do that at daylight, alright? I'm pretty sure, he's out there somewhere, probably swimming or running, or doing something as stupid as he is."

"You want to check on him?"

"Uh… Yeah, I will check on him. The case is closed anyway. Good work everyone. Go home and rest. We all need this."

They parted, the investigation report could wait until tomorrow morning. That was not going to please Danny, but going home to his partner earlier than planned to relieve his conscience and growing concern was much more important than a report. When he entered the house and deactivated the alarm, he could focus on the silence of the room. Maybe Steve is indeed sleeping? He checked all the rooms on the ground floor, passing through the living room in order to enter the kitchen and see if Steve had at least eaten something, but nothing was in the sink and nothing had been moved out of the fridge since the last time he had looked in it. Maybe he has ordered something? He checked the trash. Empty. Okay, I'm going to kill him. He didn't eat since his release from the hospital, he surely did not drink either. Maybe he was even outside, basking his pill on the sand, rocked by the sound of the waves. He took a look inside, nothing, nobody. What, he's really sleeping? No way! He devoured the stairs two by two in order to enter Steve's room. He could not miss it, it was the one that was always closed. He carefully knocked on the door and entered slowly, not to disturb his friend if he was asleep. He sounded indeed deeply dreaming. He was leaning on his stomach, his head resting on his right arm while his left arm hung slightly out of bed. He approached slowly, not emitting a sound and frowned. Something was wrong. His phone on the ground, the screen facing the floor. He crouched, taking his phone to put him on his nightstand, but noticed that the light of the screen was turned on. He glanced at it, but he didn't expect that. His eyes grew larger than usual; his name and phone number appeared on it. He tried to call me? But… On Damn, he passed out before doing so… This is bad. He passed his right hand on Steve's forehead, then his cheeks.

"You're burning up again", he uttered slightly, unnoticed by his passed-out partner.

He looked around, finding his medicine and a full glass of water. He had to give it to Steve before he had to drag his ass back to the hospital. He ran into the bathroom and searched some clean towels. He opened the main closet and found four or five of them, large enough for the idea he had in mind. He poured cold water and put the first towel in the sink to turn it wet. He wrung it and went back to the room. Steve didn't even move an inch. He pulled the blankets, leaving it up at least to the waist. He did not even take the time to take off his clothes, he must really have pushed his body too hard. He swallowed, wondering how his friend would react to the cold towel and placed it on his back. All he could hear was a long groan. Was it pleasure or was it just the fact that the cold contrasted with the warmth he was supposed to feel and it bothered him? He went back to the bathroom, finding a smaller towel to moisten his face. Once soaked with cold water, he came back and began to wipe the sweat beads running down his temple. Whatever he had tried to do, it worked. Steve began to stir and frown, coming back to the land of the living. Very slowly, a pair of blue eyes appeared, making Danny smile.

"Hey, sleeping beauty."

Steve didn't react, nor talk. He continued to pass the small tower on his face, trying to wake him up more than that.

"D'ny…"

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm here, Steve."

"Sorry…"

Sorry? What did he just say? He said 'sorry', I can't invent it!

"For what?"

"Couldn't… Couldn't get up…"

Okay, he's sorry because he couldn't get up and eat and drink and take his medicine. While he continued wiping the sweat from his face, Steve continued his whispering.

"Tried to call…"

"Yeah, I know. I know you've tried. That's why I came back earlier; you didn't call me about how much you were bored at home."

The two men smiled. Yes, Danny got worried sick because he had no news from Steve, so he decided to go check on Steve earlier than expected.

"Tired…"

"I know you are. You have the flu, remember? Get some more rest, okay? I'll go make dinner, but right now, you need to take your medicine. You're feeling well enough to get up?"

"Mh… Don't think so."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

He went down the stairs, hurrying into the kitchen to find a straw or anything he could use as a straw. If Steve couldn't get up to drink his meds, then his meds had to come to him. He rushed back into the bedroom, carefully sitting next to his friend and taking the glass and the meds in hand.

"Alright, open your mouth. I'm going to slide your meds in and push a straw on your lips."

"Kay…"

Slowly, Steve opened his mouth, and Danny dropped the first medicine in before placing the straw on his lips so he could swallow it. He did the same with all the medicines he was currently taking, even the regular ones.

"Did you take your anti-rejection treatment?"

"…No…"

Danny opened the drawer of the nightstand and found the medicine. He reads the instructions marked on the box by the pharmacist and took two pills in his hand.

"Mouth open again, please."

Steve did as asked and he swallowed them, his eyes still closed.

"Alright, now get some rest. I'll go make dinner."

"Don't… You better… Clean the kitchen after your… Your mad scientist's food experience."

"Oh, so now, I'm not a good chef? We'll open a restaurant together and you dare to talk about my bad skill as a cook? Be happy to even be sick, I could kick your ass for that."

"Bite me…"

"I will, not today, or for a week or so because you have the flu and I don't want to catch it. Even if my chance of not catching it is reduced to the bare minimum because I am actually taking care of you."

"Should I… Apologize as well if… If I got you sick?"

Knowing that he was referring to their first rule, meaning apologize when you got the other shot, Danny smiled slightly.

"You better. Getting shot, getting sick. Same thing."

"Then go to Hell…"

"I'll go, but after you. You always lead the way, you freaking maniac."

Danny could see a smile appear on Steve's face.

"Now, rest a bit, I'll go cook and don't try to get out of bed before I come back, understood?"

"Yes, mom", Steve said ironically.

One last stare at his partner and Danny got out of the bedroom, leading toward the kitchen to cook something for both of them. He took a look inside the fridge; he had to find something good enough to be consistent and help Steve with his sick state. It wasn't going to be a cakewalk. But he found some leftover chicken, onion, garlic, a couple of eggs and chive. He smiled; he knew what to do. He mostly knew Italian recipes, but he only knew some other foreign ones. He sliced the chicken into strips, beat the eggs, chopped half an onion, two cloves of garlic, and the chive. He boiled water with chicken broth and gradually add ingredients, ending with chicken and beaten eggs. He mixed the time for the eggs to cook and added a hint of chili pepper. A good soup; everything was ready. He turned off the stove, prepared two bowls, put them on the kitchen table and took out two large spoons. He then joined Steve, deeply asleep in his bed, the towel he had used to cool his body and bring down the fever still on his back but this time, it was hot. He entered the bathroom, taking a second towel to moisten it with cold water and replace the first one. Steve stirred once again when he applied the cold towel on his back, and even open his eyes widely.

"Hey again."

"Smells good…", Steve said, inhaling deeply.

"I will clean the kitchen after dinner, don't worry, you human maniac."

"Hope so…"

"You're up to go downstairs and eat a little bit?"

"Yeah, the meds are working."

"Of course they're working, they're here for a reason. Now, come here, I'll help you."

Together, they went downstairs to the kitchen, taking all the time they needed to get down the stairs.

Steve shoved the first spoon after blowing on the contents and stopped immediately. Even sick, he could feel dozens of flavors clashing in his mouth. He even groaned with pleasure.

"What. Is this?"

Danny smiled, not really surprised by Steve's face or words.

"This. Is a Spanish recipe revisited with the leftovers from your fridge."

"Danno, This is… This tastes really good!"

"No longer a bad chef?"

"Not a chance! This, man, is awesome. And you did this with my leftovers?"

"You know. Chicken, eggs, onion, garlic, chive, chili pepper, and chicken broth. What I could find."

"Eight years since we first met in this house, and you can still surprise me."

"I have my secrets too", Danny said, proud of himself. "I'm, uh… I'm glad you like it, actually."

"I don't. I love it. I could get used to this, you know?"

"Don't count on it. If you're going to get sick more often, I won't cook you this every time."

"Even with a 'pretty please'?"

"Yes, Steven, even with a 'pretty please'!

"Jersey freak."

"Human Neanderthal animal."

"Jersey sucks."

"Your infested pineapple hellhole too."

"You like the island. You can't get rid of it."

"You sure about this? I could get out of this awful island as fast as I can say your name."

"Then why you didn't do it yet?"

Danny sighed. Please, Dear Lord, do not make me say it.

"Because… Because you're my Ohana."

Steve's eyes grew wide open, surprised and astonished by his partner, no, his friend's words. He never heard these words coming out of his mouth. I am his family? He smiled back, saying something that warmed Danny's heart.

"I love you too, kaikaina."