AN: Many thanks to all who read and/or had time to review my previous installment. Special thanks to "carismum" for her PM review of my last chapter. Hope y'all enjoy this one :-)

Chapter 6

General Hospital, Potrero Avenue, San Francisco, 1972

The young sandy haired detective lay with his eyes closed as he mentally tried to piece together the memories he had lost. The pain killers dulled the pain in his skull, but it also made it harder to concentrate on his vain attempts to recover his memory. Danny Williams. Danno. Steve McGarrett. Hawaii. I want to remember! Dan lifted his eyelids which felt heavy as lead. He blinked several times until the room stopped zooming in and out of focus. Realizing his throat was dry, he turned his head slowly to the side and saw a glass, half filled with water sitting on the bedside table. Dragging in a deep breath, Dan fought against the drowsiness and rolled onto his side. Next he stretched his arm across, lifting himself off the bed as he tried to reach the glass of water which started moving from side to side in his line of vision. With a shaky hand, he finally felt his fingers wrap themselves around the cool glass. The sound of the door opening startled the young man as he raised the glass off the table. Dan gasped and the glass slipped from his unsteady fingers and fell onto the floor in shattered fragments.

"Danny!" McGarrett called out as he rushed into the room, hearing the smashing of glass against the tiled floor. His eyes met Dan's then transferred themselves to the floor where shards of glass lay scattered in a shallow pool of water. The detective let out a breath he realized he had been holding since entering the room and slowly made his way toward the bed where Dan was perched on the edge. Side stepping the mess on the floor, McGarrett placed a firm hand on Dan's shoulder and pushed him back down gently on to the bed. "Easy, easy." The tall detective's heart lurched at how effortless it was for him to force the younger man back down against the mattress.

"I'm fine." Dan mumbled, keeping his eyes down cast so he did not have to meet the concerned gaze of the detective before him.

"What happened?" Dr Moore's voice sounded from the doorway as he too entered the room.

"He's okay. He needs another glass of water Doc," McGarrett replied stiffly.

"I'll get you one." Dr Moore quickly assessed his patient from afar before deciding to leave him in the detective's company.

"Are you alright?" McGarrett asked quietly as he sat on the edge of the bed, peering intently into Dan's face.

"Not really. I wish I could remember." Dan muttered, more to himself than to the man speaking to him.

McGarrett sighed heavily, feeling powerless to help his best friend.

The bespectacled doctor returned with a nurse holding a tray laden with a cloth, a glass of water and a small plastic cup containing two pills. "Mr McGarrett, we'll take it from here. Danny needs his rest." Dr Moore indicated the visitation was over.

"Give us a minute will you Doctor?" The annoyance in McGarrett's voice was evident as was his gnawing concern for Dan.

"Mr McGarrett, you can come back first thing in the morning, but right now I must insist…" Whatever else the doctor was going to say was cut short by the detective's sharp retort.

"Doctor, I am only asking for one minute. Is that too much to ask?"

"Alright. I'll leave these with you. Make sure he takes them." Dr Moore relented as he took the cup with the pills and the glass of water from the tray the nurse was holding in her hands.

"Thank you." McGarrett's tone softened as he took the pills and glass from the doctor who nodded then turned and left the room, with the young nurse in tow. When the door closed behind them, McGarrett turned his attention back to Dan.

"Danny, take these." McGarrett helped Dan sit up and passed the pills to him. Dan popped the medication in his mouth then reached for the glass of water in McGarrett's hand. "Easy, Danny, easy." Seeing Dan's unsteady movements and lack of co-ordination, Steve raised the glass to the young detective's lips as he abandoned his attempts to retrieve it. "Listen, Dr Moore's right. It'll all come back to you. In the meantime, get some rest. I'll be back in the morning."

"Yeah, sure. Steve." Dan finally looked up into McGarrett's eyes and said his name. A name that felt alien to him.

McGarrett rose from where he sat and patted Dan on the shoulder. With one last look, he turned and walked out the door, leaving his young protégé lost and alone.

A L O H A !

Kajukenbo Dojo, Pine Street, San Francisco, 1972

The leather punching bag jerked back then swung one last time. Sean Tate ran the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away the sweat. He swivelled around and faced the neatly dressed Latino man. "Cardenas, I want to know what room he's in and who he's been talking to."

"I can tell you what room he's in but it's well guarded by two officers on rotation around the clock. There's no way you'll get past them." The man named Cardenas replied. "I also heard Steve McGarrett from Hawaii flew over."

"What? McGarrett's been a thorn in my side for far too long!" The kajukenbo master growled then wheeled around and gave the apparatus another solid punch. "He tried to shut me down on the Islands before. He's not going to ruin things for me here!"

Cardenas watched in silence as Tate let loose a succession of powerful blows on the punching bag.

"Williams had better not start remembering or he's a dead man!" Tate snapped angrily.