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Blood Ties

By Shergar (also known as Cochise on Archive of Our Own)

It was one of the most disturbing things Steve McGarrett had ever seen. The young woman stood there, clad only in a blood-drenched bikini and clutching a butcher's knife in one hand and a photo of Danny Williams in the other. "Take it easy," Steve soothed in a low voice.

"Don't worry," she replied, smiling brightly. "I was just making sure we had some blood ties."

The comment made no sense. McGarrett had no idea who this young woman was, or why she was standing in Danny's apartment, but the fact that Danny had been missing all day was making Steve grow more and more anxious. "Where is Danny?" Steve asked.

"He's my Danny," she replied, her tone possessive. "All mine. We are tied by blood." She licked her blood-splattered lips and staggered suddenly. She lifted the knife and Steve took an involuntary step back. "His blood; my blood. It's all the same now."

She crumpled to the floor without a sound and Steve moved quickly to kick the knife away from her, leaning over to make sure she was unconscious. "Chin! Kono! Get an ambulance, quickly!" He could see the cuts on her wrists now.

As the other two detectives hurried into the room, Steve got up, leaving them to do what they could for the young woman. His heart pounding, he hurried into the bedroom of the small apartment. The blood was splattered all over the bed and the walls, but there was no sign of Danny. Moving on, Steve headed for the bathroom. The door was shut and when Steve tried to open it, it refused to yield. He put his shoulder to it and the flimsy lock snapped. The door flew open and Steve saw Danny, slumped over the bathtub, his eyes closed.

The stench of blood was nauseating, but Steve ignored it, rushing over to his detective. "Danny?"

Opening bleary blue eyes, Danny made a half-grunt of a sound, acknowledgment that rescue had come. There was blood all over his face, chest and back. His jeans, the only item of clothing he wore, were saturated in it. He had wrapped a towel around his wrists, but the blood was soaking through it, too.

"I've got you," Steve told his friend, dragging Danny close to him and putting pressure on the bloody towel. "It's all right, Danny, I've got you."

"Boss?" It was Kono. He took in the situation at a glance and snagged another towel from the cupboard in the small hallway. With the extra pressure, Steve was relieved to see the bleeding finally slowing. Danny was slumped against him, his breathing shallow. Steve's suit was covered in blood, but he didn't care. "The ambulance should be here in a moment," Kono told Steve, his eyes never leaving Danny's pale, blood-streaked face.

It was touch and go, but Danny made it to the hospital alive and was whisked into surgery. The young woman was less seriously injured and was soon safely locked up on the psych ward. They would later find out that she had met Danny the night before at a bar. She had followed him home and broke into his apartment during the night. She had held him hostage all day before attacking him with the knife so that they would have the blood ties she so desperately craved.

"He's going to be fine," Bergman told Steve a couple of hours later. "We got the bleeding stopped and he's getting a transfusion now. It's a good thing you found him when you did."

"Can I see him?" Steve asked.

"Yes, come on. By the way, don't worry about the odd people you'll see in the corridors. It is Hallowe'en after all." Bergman sighed. "You'd think we saw enough blood every day without getting the fake stuff out as well."

Glancing down at the bag that contained his blood-stained suit, Steve grimaced. "I'll take the fake blood any day of the week," he told the older man as they walked down to Danny's room.

The young detective was lying sleeping on the bed. His face was pale but he looked better. Bandages hid the stitches that closed the wounds on his body and arms. Steve sank into the seat by the bed. "You're going to be all right, Danno," he assured his friend.

Smiling, Bergman left them alone. They might not have any 'blood ties', but there was no doubt that the two were ohana – family.