Sorry this chapter is really short, and doesn't really answer your questions about poor Danny. I'm super tired from being up all night with a sick baby, and then somehow, I managed to crash my computer, losing EVERYTHING. So now I'm having to rewrite from here on. BUT, am hoping to have a long chapter up tomorrow - it might even be the ending, who knows! Let's hope I wake up feeling a bit better tomorrow, because with the bad mood and crappy day I've had, if I was deciding the ending right now, Danny would be dead!

Thank you for all of your reviews, I really appreciate them! They're pushing me on to carry on. Send love to all of the readers. XoX

H50

FIVE-0

Steve was sitting at the smart table watching the facial recognition software scan thousands of faces in milliseconds; people walking their dogs, shopping in malls, driving along the free-way. He sighed. After driving the many streets of as many towns as they could before the sun had set, Steve had finally admitted defeat and had allowed Catherine to talk him into coming back to HQ and getting some rest. But there was no way Steve was going to rest until Danny was home, safe. For three hours he'd watched the computer try to match anything – eyes, nose, mouth, cheekbone structure – of strangers faces against the picture of Danny kept on his Police employment record. Hundreds of faces flitted across the screen, none of them the one he wanted to see.

Chin rubbed his face, and Steve looked up at him across the table. He's also refused to go home until he knew where the Detective was, having already lost Kono, not ready to lose another friend.

"You look beat." Steve commented, and Chin met his eyes.

"You don't look so hot yourself, brah." He smiled, tired.

"You should go and get some rest, kip on the couch. I can call you if I..." Steve had started, but Chin shook his head and cut him off.

"No, not until we know." Steve nodded in understanding, turned back to the screens in front of them, Chin copying. "What do you think he's going through?" Without taking his eyes from the monitors.

"I wish I knew, Chin." Steve sighed, again. "How did I miss this?"

"We all did." Chin reminded him. "He hasn't been himself since the Haleem case, but I assumed he was just brooding over getting his ass kicked."

"He did take quite the beating." Steve nodded, remembering the moment he'd found his partner bruised and bloody in the back garage of the suspects house. "But he's had worse."

"Possibly an undiagnosed head injury?" Chin offered up, neither wanting to believe it an option.

"Possibly." Steve eventually nodded. "But let's hope not."

The Five-0 task force had been tracking the drug dealer Abdul Haleem for over three months, trying to gather enough evidence to take him down. They'd almost caught him three times, each time he'd alluded them and left at least the body of one Officer in the aftermath. Steve had been on the North Shore when Danny had called him from his car, during his own personal stake out, telling him he'd found Abdul and that he was in the perfect position to take down. Steve had promised to be there within thirty minutes, that Danny wasn't to engage, but they'd had one of their arguments just three hours previous, and Danny had taken it upon himself to prove that he was just as capable and just as tough as his SEAL friend. When Steve had arrived on scene, he had had to use a tear gas grenade to stop Haleem pulling the trigger of the gun he had pressed against Danny's head. He'd shot off two rounds into the fog, killing the perp and then had to drag Danny's limp, unconscious body from the garage. For a second, Steve had feared the worst, but he only had a slight concussion, a broken nose, three cracked ribs and a lot of bruising.

Silence settled in the Five-0 headquarters, the only sound that could be heard was that of the computer fan humming and the occasional shuffle when the men needed to shift position in their seats. After another half an hour, the computer sounded an alarm, waking Steve from his dozing state.

"What was that?" He asked as he rushed to join Chin, who'd already beaten him to the Smart Table.

"We've got a hit on the black SUV." He said, zooming in on the footage. "A mobile cam had picked it up on Kamehameha Highway."

"What was he doing on the North Shore?" Steve asked, peering at the driver of the car. The blonde haired Detective was waving his hands enthusiastically, and Steve automatically recognised, what he called, the 'argument wave'. "Who's he talking to? He's arguing with someone."

Chin panned the camera around, so he was facing the car head on, and zoomed back into the windshield area.

"He's in the car alone." He pointed to the screen, but didn't need to as it was fairly obvious. "He appears to be talking to himself."

"Something isn't right, Chin. Look at him. He doesn't even look like Danny. What time was this footage taken?"

Chin tapped on the interactive screen, pulled up the details of the video they were watching.

"03:26am." He highlighted the information. "Maybe now that we know the time, I can try and pull some more cams, use them as stepping stones to track his whereabouts."

"At least we know he was okay," Steve checked his watch, "twenty one hours ago."

"So much time has passed. It's taken this long just to get this two minute footage of him. Steve, he's being careful. He's so far avoided all main routes with traffic cams, patrol cars. He knows what he's doing, even if it is subconsciously."

"We have to stay positive. In the state he's in, he's bound to make a mistake. No one is perfect." Steve shook his head. "As soon is sun is up, I'm going back out there. Find me somewhere to start looking, Chin."

Chin nodded, started locating camera's along the highway Danny had been spotted on.

"Go home and get some sleep, Commander. I've got this." Chin almost ordered, just as concerned about his boss who was barely able to hold his own weight up.

"No." Steve set his jaw stubbornly. "Not until he," pointed to the picture of Danny on the screen, "is back where he belongs."

Several more long, drawn out, hours passed, and both men had finally agreed that they'd take it in turns to watch the computer whilst the other took ten minute naps in their office. Catherine had swung by Danny's apartment again, hunting for clues, and when she'd turned up at HQ just after 5 in the morning empty handed, Steve had sent her home to get some sleep. At first, she'd refused, but when Steve had promised to call her the minute he knew anything, she'd finally given in and left them to their work.

"I shouldn't have let him take on Abdul alone." Steve mused, breaking the silence in the office. Chin looked at him, confusion etched on his face.

"You didn't 'let' him do anything, Steve. He'd made the decision himself."

"If this is because of a damn head injury, because of that stupid argument..."

"We have to think positive." Chin said, forever the voice of reason.

"I've never known him to act so bizarrely. I mean, look at him! He looks like he's on acid, or something." Steve fretted, watching the clip of Danny arguing with himself. A thoughtful look passed over Chin's face, and Steve thought he might have actually been considering the possibility of Danny doing illegal drugs.

"Danny had a few cracked ribs, didn't he?" He finally asked.

"Yeah, three, I think. Why?" Steve answered, intrigued as Chin started to tap on his tablet.

"When Danny cracked his ribs last time, he'd been prescribed codeine phosphate, which is a mild opioid. But, he'd said that it hadn't been touching the pain, and had gone back to the Dr for some stronger meds. Do you remember him calling in sick that one time?"

"Yeah, but what's that got to do with now? That was over a year ago." Steve nodded, sitting up straighter, as Chin transferred a file from his table to the monitor in front of Steve.

"Well, if you were a Dr, and a patient had come to you presenting a similar condition as the previous year, what would you do? Prescribe the original meds that didn't work, or just go straight for the ones that did?"

Steve studied the file in front of him; a copy of Danny's prescription from his recent stint in hospital.

"Go straight for door number two." Steve muttered, more to himself, and then addressed Chin. "He's on morphine?"

"Yes, and quite a high dose, too. 30Mg of morphine sulphate would be quite strong pain relief if he was, say, taking two tablets four times a day. He must have been feeling worse than he let on to either of us."

"What are the side effects of Morphine?" Steve asked, turning away from the prescription and watched Chin consult his tablet again.

"The usual." He shrugged. "Headaches, drowsiness, constipation, depression, loss of appetite." He read from a list aloud. "The list is endless."

"Depression?" Steve asked. "Danny had said he'd felt like he was losing control. Do you think maybe the morphine was affecting him?"

"I'm not a Dr." Chin shook his head. "But I'd say that the morphine, mixed with alcohol, isn't going to help matters."

"We need to find him, Chin. If he's drinking on the meds, he could be worse off than we realised, and probably wouldn't think twice about doing something stupid." Steve glanced at his watch. It was 6:09am; the sun would be rising soon and Steve would be returning to the streets of Oahu to resume his search. "I'm going to close my eyes for ten minutes. Call me if you find anything." Chin nodded, but before Steve managed to reach his office, the computer sounded it's alarm.

"Steve, I've found something." Chin called, sarcastically, but didn't need to as Steve was already by his side.

"What is it?" He asked.

"More traffic cam footage, just sent in by a patrol car." Chin explained as he pressed 'PLAY'. They watched the video, three minutes of staring out of the cars windsheild, before Steve had almost shouted at Chin.

"Woah wait, back it up." And then when Chin had pressed rewind. "Woah, wait, pause it there!"

Both men stepped closer to the monitors, and then each shoulder released just a little bit of tension.

"That's the car." Steve said, almost a hint of excitement in his voice. "That's the SUV. Where is this?"

"Erm." Chin opened the email that the Officer had sent the attachment through. "Kamehameha Highway. Half an hour ago."

"He's still up there?" Steve frowned.

"Might have passed out from the intoxication?" Chin offered, as Steve grabbed the keys from his office, before saying to Chin,

"Gear up. We're going to bring our boy home."