A/N: Well aren't I the busy little bee. Hope you enjoy this chapter. There are two more left the close out this story. I'm just tying up the loose ends myself!
Enjoy!
Chapter 20: No Point Arguing
Steve's eyes met Danny's as he turned white and bolted, leaving the rest of the Five-Os with the fugitive and the knowledge that their real enemy has just been parked out front, watching and plotting.
Danny ran up the stairs to the second floor taking them two at a time as he rushed toward Mary's room.
"Grace," he called as he burst through the door.
"Is it over?" Graced ask fearfully from under the bed.
Danny knelt down beside the bed, looked under it and met his daughter's eyes, "yes it's over," he said and Grace crawled out. "Are you ok?" he asked fearfully.
"Yes," Grace said as she hugged her father, "are you?" she asked.
"Yeah," He said softly, "but I think Uncle Steve's might have to go to the hospital, and the baddie may never use his hand again, because Nonno messed it up pretty badly."
"Nonno?" Grace asked as she looked into her father's eyes, confusion written in her gaze.
"Yes, he did an amazing job, he was like a super hero," Danny smiled.
"Must be where you get it from." Grace smiled up at her father.
Danny hugged his daughter tightly as the sound of sirens could be heard getting closer and closer to the McGarrett house.
5-0
Danny and Grace came back down the stairs to find the living room empty, except for Steve who sat on the couch, his shirt tossed aside as he held a wadded up towel pressed against his shoulder.
"Where is everyone?" Danny asked as he surveyed the scene.
"Outside," Steve sighed, "they're waiting for HPD and the ambulance," he added.
"Are you ok Uncle?" Grace asked as she walked around the couch and looked at the bloody towel fearfully.
"I'm ok," Steve smiled forcibly, "I've had worst injuries then this." He added with a shrug. "It doesn't even hurt much."
"What are you doing just sitting here then?" Danny asked even though he was sure he knew the answer.
"Mrs. Williams told me I had to sit down and not move another muscle until the paramedics got here," Steve answered and lowered his eyes to the floor like a sulking child, "it was a direct order. I was told, as a sailor, I should know how to obey orders. She sounded like my old admiral. It was kinda scary."
"Is that all she said?" Danny asked his eyes glistening with amusement.
"No," Steve stated and caught the laughter in Danny's eyes.
"What did she say Steven?" Danny asked as Grace giggled.
"She said I was reckless to keep working after I'd been shot and that I probably did more damage by moving around and that she was worried about me bleeding out, so I need to sit down and calm down." Steve sighed.
"Are you still happy to have my mom around to mother you?" Danny asked with a smirk.
"I'm fine Danny!" Steve huffed. "And I saved her life. You'll never understand how it feels, Danny. You just won't understand."
"I don't want to understand, Steven, and I'm not going to hold it against you," Danny said and hugged his daughter close to him. "You saved my mom's life. You gave us a safe place to be, and you didn't think twice about it. I didn't need proof of your loyalty, but I got. I always knew it was there, and I know you miss your mom. I know a part of you was that boy who lost his mother, moments ago. You couldn't have saved her Steve, but you've saved a lot of people. I'm grateful to have you as my partner." Danny said. "Are you gonna be ok?" he asked seriously.
"Yeah, I'm going to be fine," Steve sighed and Danny knew the meaning behind his words.
"Are you now?" Veronica asked as she marched into the house again, followed by Peter the paramedic. "Are you still bleeding?" she asked.
"Yes but just a little," Steve answered and looked to his shoulder and the wadded up towel.
"Then you're not fine!" Veronica stated. "You take care of him." She ordered as she turned on Peter now.
"What, you wanted marching bullet wounds?" Peter asked as he eyed Steve and Danny.
"Call it sibling rivalry," Danny joked.
"Oh shut up Danny, why do you have to be such an ass hole sometimes?" Steve stated grumpily.
"Steven, Language!" Veronica scolded.
"Sorry Ma," Steve sighed throwing his good arm into the air.
Grace giggled at Steve's reaction of exasperation.
"By the time Nonna goes back to Jersey, Steve will be talking, walking and flailing like a Williams," Danny laughed as he looked to his amused daughter. "We'll even give him a test, take him down into Waikiki and see if he can hail a cab like a Jerseyan."
Grace giggled harder and hid her face in her father's shirt.
"I'll always like pineapple on my pizza!" Steve retorted.
"So will I Uncle," Grace smiled.
"See, you're one of us," Danny laughed as Peter the paramedic and Mrs. Williams fussed over Steve.
"Well I have good news and I have bad news," Peter said as he finished assessing Steve's injury.
"He's going to the hospital!" Veronica ordered rather than asked.
"Yes, he's going to need minor surgery to get that bullet out but he'll live," Peter smiled.
"I'm going with you," Veronica stated
"You really don't have to, Mrs. Williams," Steve said as he stood to follow the paramedic out to the ambulance.
"I wasn't asking Steven. Now tell me where you keep all your health insurance information." Veronica ordered.
"Danny's got it," Steve smiled.
"I guess I'm going too," Danny sighed.
"You can meet us at the hospital; now get a move on both of you!" She ordered.
"Yes Ma!" Steve and Danny agreed in unison.
"That means you too," she stated and pointed at Peter.
"Yes, Ma'am," Peter stated nervously.
"Oh dear, call me Veronica, please," She smiled and hustled the 'boys' out of the house toward the waiting ambulance.
5-0
Steve sat on the edge of the bed, his arm bandaged up and in a sling as Grace sat on her Grandfather's lap in the corner, and Veronica paced.
"Where did Danny go?" Steve asked noticing that his partner was not among the family gathering.
"Daddy went to check on the baddie and ask him a few questions." Grace answered.
"So he's off doing all the police stuff while I'm stuck here?" Steve asked disappointment written all over his face.
"In your defense, you were under anesthetic," Patrick smiled, "out cold until just recently."
"That's not defense," Veronica stated, "don't encourage him, Patrick, he's injured. You are injured Steven, you need to take it easy. You need to recover and Daniel can deal with everything else. He is not hurt."
"I know," Steve sighed.
"May I remind you, Ronnie, that Steven is injured because he saved your life?" Patrick asked.
"And I love you for it," Veronica smiled as she cupped Steve's face in her hands; "you know that don't you?" she asked and kissed his cheek.
"Yes," Steve smiled, "I love you too."
"You are a good boy and your duties for tonight are done. You rest now. You leave the police work to the healthy one, and concentrate on getting better so that you can go back to saving little old ladies lives." Veronica smiled.
"You're not old," Steve smiled.
"You're sweet," Veronica laughed, "but I am!"
5-0
Danny, Chin and Kono walked into the maximum security room to find their fugitive handcuffed to the bed with his good hand and a bandage where his other hand had been. The doctor had amputated the remainder of the mangle hand and restrained every other limb to keep the fugitive in custody.
Li turned, smiled and went back to staring out the window as the Five-Os gathered around him.
"You seem content," Danny stated breaking the silence.
"I'm content that I am in custody, that I will be transported to a maximum security prison and that I shot McGarrett," Li smiled, "my only concern is that you are completely inept, or perhaps your HPD is, and I wont make it as far as the prison without dying."
"You're hand has been amputated, the bleeding has stopped, you're not going to die from your injuries." Kono stated one hand on her hip.
"I'm not worried about the injury; I'm worried about the fact that you didn't kill me when you were supposed to." Li laughed.
"You think you've been set up?" Danny asked.
"I am the last, I suppose, in a long line of loose ends. I know that now." Li stated as a shadow cross over his eyes.
"Wo Fat set you up?" Danny asked.
"He did not set me up; he simply proved that I was no longer useful." Li answered. "Isn't my face red, I should have seen it coming days ago."
"What do you mean?" Chin asked.
"You will understand in time," Li smiled, "but until I am safely away in a maximum security prison, preferably in solitary confinement, I'm not saying another word."
"Were the threats against the governor a hoax?" Danny asked.
"They weren't in the beginning." Li answered truthfully, "at least not on our side of the business, but the puppeteer had other plans. At least I got one shot in on McGarrett."
"It wasn't a good shot," Danny spat, "and you endangered my mother."
"In every war there are casualties," Li stated coldly, "you should know better then to keep people you love around you. You work in a very dangerous field Detective."
Danny moved to strike the injured fugitive, but was stopped by Chin.
"Go back to McGarrett," Chin stated as rage flashed in Danny's eyes and he struggled against the older man's grip. "You belong with your family right now."
"You will rot in jail," Danny hissed before he left the room.
"I hope so, Detective," Li smiled an unsettling and knowing smile.