A/N: I'm not being very specific, and I really am not very informed about the actual symptoms, but I feel I should warn you that this chapter could contain something that could resemble panic attacks, in case that could make anyone uncomfortable.

Thank you for reading!

Danny woke up slowly. He was lying on a soft bed, but everything felt unfamiliar. The last thing he could remember was… Well, his head felt like cotton wool, but the last thing he could remember was… Ally… Shit! He thought he had gotten away somehow, he was sure of it! But now he was back in the unfamiliar bed. He needed to get up, he needed to leave, but he was tied up somehow, he was in pain and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. He tried to move, tried to sit up but was held down by a strong hand holding his shoulder. "No! Stop! Let me go!" He couldn't be sure, but it sounded more like a whimper than the scream he was aiming for.

He felt a gentle hand on his face and a familiar voice soothing his fears. "Danno… Open your eyes, everything is alright, you just need to open your eyes…"

It took some effort, but he finally managed to open his eyes to the welcome sight of his partner looking down at him. "'teve?"

Steve smiled. "Yeah, Danno, I'm here…"

Danny looked around his room, feeling unbelievable relief at the fact that he was in a hospital room. He took a minute to really look at his friend's face. "You look like shit…"

Steve chuckled, moving his hand from Danny's shoulder down to grip his hand. "Just be thankful that you don't have a mirror right now, Danno."

Danny smiled, but was still feeling uneasy. He started looking around the room, his breaths speeding up. "Steve… Where… where is she?"

Steve's expression hardened. "She's gone Danny, don't worry about her."

Danny shook his head, not believing his partner's words. "No! I wanna know where she is!"

Steve squeezed Danny's hand, trying to keep him focused on something other than the panic threatening to overwhelm the injured man. "Danny! She's really gone! We pushed for a fast hearing, and the judge decided to get her committed. We contacted her sister and flew her back to Kentucky. Sergeant Lukela flew with her to make sure that she's committed in a secured facility."

Danny's eyes filled with tears. "She's really gone? What if she gets out?"

Steve smiled sadly. "If she gets one foot out on the street, I'll know about it and take care of it, Danno… She's never going to get close to you again…"

Danny took a shuddering breath and then another, and another. He pulled his hand away from Steve's grasp and raised it to cover his eyes, not being able to control the shudders running through his body or his hitching breaths.

Steve moved quickly, lowering the railing at the side of Danny's bed, sitting next to his partner and drawing him close, being careful of his injuries. Danny tensed up at first, but after a minute he curled up closer to his partner, accepting his comfort and letting go of the pain and the fear of the last few days.

A few minutes later, once his tears had stopped, Danny took a moment to be surprised at how much his partner's mammal to mammal interactions had improved, stifled a huge yawn, shifted to get to a more comfortable position against said partner and fell asleep, knowing that as long as Steve was around, nothing and no one would harm him.

The next time he woke up was to the soft sound of his partner's snores. And of course that his smallest twitch would bring an end to said snoring. "Danno? You awake?" Steve croaked.

Danny yawned, stretching as far as his injuries and his current position against his partner would allow. "Yeah… you, my friend, make one bony pillow. You might want to take some tips from Kamekona on his diet…"

He could feel Steve chuckling. "It's all muscle, Danno."

Danny shook his head. "Right… Anyway, you didn't have to stay here, pretending to be a pillow." He still didn't move from his position.

Steve shrugged. "I was comfortable, and I have nowhere else I have to be."

Danny shook his head again. "Control freak…" He looked around the room, noticing that the sun had moved lower. "What time is it anyway?"

Steve moved behind him to look at his watch. "6.35 PM…"

Danny raised his eyebrows. So he had spent most of yet another day sleeping, which brought another question. "And what day is it?" He wasn't really sure that he wanted that answer.

He could feel Steve tensing behind him. "It's Thursday, Danno…"

Thursday, his last conscious memory before waking up at Ally's place was from last Thursday… Had he really been trapped with that crazy woman for a whole week? He could feel the fear creeping in again, but he needed to know. "How long was I gone?"

Steve sighed, unconsciously drawing Danny closer against him. "You went missing last Thursday, around 7.30 PM… We found you on Sunday."

Something wasn't adding up. "I've been sleeping for four days?"

Steve sighed again. "You had to have surgery on your arm, your leg was also broken and your head was pretty banged up. You were in pain and barely conscious and it all added up to get you in a constant state of panic, so the doctors decided to put you to sleep for a couple of days, until you were well enough to make sense of what was going on."

Danny hadn't noticed that he had started to shake until Steve tucked the blankets more tightly around him. "I wasn't in a coma; they didn't poke inside my head, did they?"

Steve rubbed Danny's back comfortingly. "No Danno, you were really scared, and in pain, so they let you sleep it off…"

Danny seemed to find this explanation reasonable, so he calmed down somewhat. He was probably still flying high on the good stuff, because he wasn't feeling much pain at the moment. "Ok…"

Steve still felt tense underneath him though. "Steve? Did something else happen?"

Steve took a deep breath and moved carefully to remove himself from the bed. He sat down in the chair he was initially using and looked up at Danny, a guilty expression on his face. "It's my fault that we took that long to find you, Danny."

Danny lifted his eyebrows and looked at his partner, the partner that looked like he hadn't slept a wink in the week since this whole nightmare started. "And how'd you manage that?" He asked, knowing that Steve needed to get it out of his chest.

Steve lowered his eyes to look at his folded hands. "When you first went missing, I was sure that Wo Fat had to be responsible for it, so we stared looking into all his operation, raided a couple of his more known hideouts and came up with nothing…"

Danny chuckled. "Nothing? Like nothing at all?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Well, we managed to stop a couple of weapon dealing operations, but we had no leads on where you were taken!"

Danny shook his head, a smirk on his face. "Ah… that kind of nothing…"

Steve continued his story, ignoring his friend's sarcasm. "When that didn't get us any leads, we started looking into Fuentes' operations, tried to see if we could get a hold of Matt, to see if he had received any threats related to you…"

Danny wasn't expecting that and couldn't help to feel a flutter of hope. "Did you… Did you find Mattie?"

Steve lifted tired looking eyes to look at his partner. "I'm sorry, Danno… We lost his trace somewhere near Singapore…"

Danny nodded, swallowing back his disappointment. "So, what happened once you figured out that Fuentes was not the one that had taken me?"

Steve sighed, passing his hand down his face. "By that time it was Saturday already, and Charlie had brought up an analysis of some traces of paint found on the Camaro… It was just some regular paint used for sports bumpers. We looked up all the registered cars that could have that kind of paint and narrowed the search to those capable of doing the kind of damage that the Camaro sustained…" He looked up to see Danny's face, and sure enough his injured partner had paled at the knowledge that his beloved car was probably just a mess of broken and twisted metal right now. He reached out to squeeze his partner's hand. "Don't worry about it Danno, we'll take care of it…"

Danny didn't look convinced, but motioned at Steve to continue his story. "The list was narrowed down to about 35 trucks, but it was still too long, so we requested the assistance of HPD to check on the less likely suspects. One of them was a young woman from Kentucky who had used her husband's credit card to rent a large Chevy truck for the weekend…"

Danny suddenly remembered Ally shooting the cop outside her door and could hear him falling all over again. He gasped, squeezing Steve's hand. "There was a cop! She shot him! Is he… Is he dead?"

Steve patted Danny's hand comfortingly. "He's alright Danno, she got him on the leg, but he managed to call for assistance and let us know that she had someone else inside the house. He had to spend a night in the hospital, but he was released the following day and is recovering without any complications… He's alright Danny…"

Danny closed his eyes in relief, drawing a deep sigh. He opened his eyes again to study the defeated figure of his partner. "Why didn't you follow the evidence from the crime scene at first?" He consciously tried not to make it sound as an accusation.

Steve looked up at Danny, feeling guilty anyway. "The traces of paint inittially pointed to about 150 possible suspects, I thought it would take too long to go through all of them and that since we had two likely suspects, that those would be our best bets…"

Danny sighed. "Well, let me tell you babe that if our roles had been reversed, I probably would have done the same as you did… If someone had taken you and all we had was some paint scrapings, then I would have definitely gone knocking at Wo Fat's door first…" He said, squeezing Steve's hand.

Steve quirked his eyebrows. "So you're not appalled at my lousy detective work?" He said, not entirely joking.

Danny chuckled. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you had the pleasure of tackling that woman to the ground. Which means that you, in fact, managed to find the needle in the haystack. Unless all of this is just a figment of my imagination…" Danny's eyes darting nervously around the room showed that he was not entirely joking either.

Steve smiled. "No Danno, I really had the pleasure of tackling that crazy bitch to the ground." He finished, gently patting his friend on his good shoulder.

Danny nodded, breathing a relieved sigh, immediately followed by a yawn. Steve stood up and started tucking him in, but Danny was having none of that. "Babe, seriously, you can't stay here all night… You look like shit. Sleep on your own bed, please?"

Steve smiled reassuringly at his friend. "Don't worry, Danno. Chin is coming over in an hour and I'll go home then, ok?"

Danny rolled his eyes, issuing a token protest. "I don't need a babysitter…"

Steve grew serious. "Maybe it's us who need to make sure that you're safe, Danno…"

Danny nodded, blinking tiredly. "Alright, but the next time I wake up I don't want to see you ugly face in this room, are we clear?"

Steve gave him one of his goofy grins. "Cristal, Danno…"

Danny finally allowed his eyes to close, feeling how Steve tucked the blankets around his shoulders. The knowledge that his team would be watching over him making him feel safe enough to sleep.

TBC…

A/N: Again, thank you very much for reading, and for your reviews.

As usual, this is getting longer than expected, but it should be done in one more chapter, hopefully.

Feel free to drop a line, and I'll see you around!

BTW, I've been looking for some H/C fic for Danno after last night's episode, but it seems that I'll have to do it myself, so don't be surprised if I get a bit distracted...