AN: I don't own the characters or anything. This is just to get this story out of my head.

A/N This is it my friends – the last chapter. I hope you have enjoyed the ride. Detailed reviews allow me to know what you like so I can write better in the future. I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I could picture Danny and Steve in my head and just wrote down what they were saying and doing. Hope you like it as well.

A/N A big shout out to avieryfriend and bexilol and others who caught the tip of the hat to Scott in the last chapter. It was Steve's comment about Danny beating him at chess. In an interview, Alex O'Loughlin said that he and Scott used to play chess during breaks but Scott won all the time so they don't play much anymore.

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When Danny was brought back to the cubicle, he was dozing lightly - exhausted and worn down by the day – so they let him be and sat in a companionable silence until the doctor came back, awakened Danny and explained his findings. He had suffered a slight concussion but it was nothing too serious. He'd have headaches, but they would go away eventually. The bruising on his arm, side and most of his leg was extensive and, while painful, was not serious. He had a large bone bruise on his hip that would be painful for a number of weeks. He would need to do physical therapy so that he did not lose strength or range of motion in that hip.

Tests showed that his shoulder had several problems. Not surprisingly the labrum was torn. The muscles holding the shoulder in place had experienced too much strain. When the shoulder popped out of place, or possibly when it was popped back in, the doctor couldn't say since the replacement hadn't been done at the hospital, there was a small chip that shaved off the shoulder bone. It was very small, not unusual in shoulder dislocations, and was unlikely to ever be a problem.

The biggest problem was that his clavicle was also fractured in the accident. The combined injuries were causing severe swelling and pain. Best course of action, the doctor said, was to immobilize the shoulder completely for a few days and then wear a sling for a month or more while undergoing physical therapy. His healing would take time as his own body did the work. The doctor then began to write a prescription for some painkillers.

"No need, Doc," Danny told him with a sigh.

At the doctor's query, Melissa explained. "He's had a rough few years, injury-wise, doctor so he's had pain meds prescribed for him before. He never took them more than a day or two, though."

"I have plenty at home." The words seemed to catch in his throat. Danny closed his eyes to compose himself. "Feels like I've spent the last two years on desk duty," he sighed quietly. He was completely and utterly exhausted and his day wasn't even over yet.

Steve knew Danny wasn't laying a guilt trip on him, but he felt horrible anyway. As Melissa had pointed out, the last two years had been grueling for Danny, physically and emotionally. He didn't need this. He could see that Danny's spirits were really sagging. The man was overwhelmed.

The doctor needed Danny to sit up on the edge of the gurney so he could wrap his shoulder. Moving into a seated position was excruciating and exhausting and Danny's vision grayed at the edges for a moment. As Danny tried to ignore the pain in his hip and the dizziness in his head to hold himself upright, the doctor manipulated Danny's right arm across his chest so his hand was near his left shoulder.

"Doctor, isn't there an easier way?" Melissa asked worriedly as she saw the pain Danny was in. He could barely sit up.

"I'm afraid not."

Steve decided that what Danny needed was a little pick-me-up, McGarrett style.

"So, Danno, what were you complaining about? Something about desk duty?" Steve taunted, trying to pull Danny's spirits up and give him some adrenaline as the doctor worked to wrap what seemed like miles of Ace bandages around Danny's chest to immobilize his shoulder.

"What am I complaining about?" Danny said, in his usual fashion of beginning a rant by repeating a question. "What am I…? I'll tell you what I'm complaining about. You heard the doctor. Four weeks! At least four weeks in a sling. At least four weeks of PT on my shoulder and my hip. My hip – again. That means more than four weeks of desk duty - sitting back at the Palace on the phones, playing with the computers while you guys go out and catch the bad guys."

"Sounds to me like I did you a favor," Steve pushed his buttons some more.

"Did me a favor?" Danny turned to Melissa who wasn't quite sure what to make of this. "Do you hear him?" In full rant mode now, he turned back to Steve before she had a chance to say anything. "Do you hear yourself?"

"How can I hear myself when you won't stop talking?" Steve smirked, arms crossed in front if his chest. It was just too easy to push Danny's buttons.

"Not funny, Steven. Okay, Superman, explain to me how you did me a favor." Danny's left hand was in motion while the doctor worked on his right.

"It's very simple, Danny."

"Enlighten me, babe."

"I'm keeping you from getting shot."

"You're keeping me from getting shot?" Danny tilted his head to the side at that.

"Yeah, you have a hip and shoulder injury from the car accident which will keep you off field duty for a month or more. That's a month or more that you won't be shot at by being in the field with me."

"He has a point there," the doctor threw in as he worked on Danny's shoulder. He shut up when Danny threw him a death glare. Why did the man have to interject himself into a perfectly good argument?

"So, let me get this straight. My car, my beautiful Camaro that you drive more than I do by the way, is probably totaled, which insurance never completely covers so I'm going to have to find money somewhere to buy a new one because, for some reason we always use my car not yours…"

"Yours is cooler..."

"That's true."

"and it's faster."

"Well, it's not faster anymore, because it's totaled!" Danny shouted the last word.

"Danny, calm down," Melissa said.

"This is Danny. That IS calm," Steve said, grin in place, arms across his chest, leaning back against the wall.

"That is so not funny," Danny said, thrusting his arm out at Steve.

"Mr Williams? Detective? You need to hold still," the doctor said.

"Yes Detective, do hold still," Steve said with another smirk.

"You want me to have him leave?" the doctor asked Danny of Steve.

Danny looked at him askance. "No! I'm not done!" He was in full rant mode, but he tried to keep his left arm in check as the doctor worked. "So, my car is totaled, I have a concussion and stitches in my face. I injured my hip – again – and my shoulder is totally screwed up and you did me a favor because I won't be shot at for the next month?!"

"Yes!" Steve answered with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He really loved when Danny got like this. The man deserved an Oscar or something. James Caan had nothing on this guy.

"You are such a Neanderthal!" Danny laughed.

"But you love me anyway. Now be prudent and let the good doctor finish making a mummy out of you so we can leave."

"Did he just say prudent?" Melissa asked Danny.

"Yes, he did. It's his vocabulary word for the day. Use a new word five times and it's yours for life."

"Well, Detective, I'm almost done here. If you are prudent with your care, you will heal well and be nice and safe while your partner gets shot at without you."

Danny and Steve exchanged a brief, knowing look. The doctor apparently thought he was a comedian.

Danny looked completely baffled. "You say that like it's a good thing."

"Do you like getting shot at?" the doctor asked.

"Of course not. I'm not like Rambo there who needs to be shot at every other day like he needs to breathe."

Now it was the doctor's turn to be perplexed. "Then why is being on desk duty such a bad thing?" he asked.

"If you have to know, my psycho army partner there…" Danny's head and left hand both indicated Steve.

"Navy," Steve corrected without Danny skipping a beat.

"…doesn't believe in back up. You see, I'm his back up." Danny pointed to himself. "If I'm not there to watch his back, there's no telling what kind of trouble he'll get into." The doctor finished up and Danny slid to his feet, with more energy than he had for the last few hours. Rants were good for his soul.

Steve helped him put his pants on while he kept talking. The doctor watched and listened, totally engrossed in the interaction between the two men.

Danny went on. "The animal thinks he's bullet proof. So now, I have to go to PT, sit at the office and play with the phones and computers and worry that this Super Seal, who happens to be my best friend on this whole pineapple infested island…"

"Just on the island?" Steve asked with a pout on his face as he zipped and buttoned Danny's pants.

"Ok, well, best friend in the whole world. Is that better Princess?" he asked Steve, garnering a smile in return. Now Steve was helping him get his left arm into the Oxford shirt that Melissa brought for him. "Where was I? Oh yeah, I have to worry that Super SEAL here might not come back in one piece. Frankly doctor, I'd rather get shot at with him than be safe somewhere while he's getting shot at without me."

They both looked at the doctor. It made complete sense to Danny and Steve.

"Fascinating," the doctor said with a shake of his head as he left the room.

Steve buttoned a couple buttons so the shirt would stay on, and patted Danny on the chest. "There you go, BooBoo. Don't want to excite all the women here in the ER with that chest of yours."

Melissa went to get her car while Steve helped Danny limp to the door. One step on his injured leg and the adrenaline crash had kicked in again.

Danny had a rough couple months coming up – again. But they had made it through this day together and they knew they could make it through anything together, these two brothers of the heart. Tomorrow, they would come up with a plan to go after the bad guys who now knew they were on to them. They would do it together. Chin, Kono and Lou would be right there with them.

Settling Danny in the passenger seat, Steve reached to close the car door.

"Love ya!"

"Love ya too!"

The end

A/N Before anyone asks, I have no intention of writing more chapters of this where the team finds and captures the "bad guys". That's why I kept it vague. I have no ideas for it, no experience writing procedurals and I just don't have a good feel for writing the rest of the team. The Dynamic Duo write themselves. The others are work for me.

A/N Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to review. I appreciate them all and all of the follows and faves as well. The reviews that specifically address what you like are the best. They help me know what works and inspire me to write more. Mahalo.

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