Yes, Danny. Four months we've been here.

"Steve!" The heat from the tanker-and-pickup bonfire was stifling. But he couldn't stop looking.

So-sorry, Dan…Danny.

No. It was not going to go down like this. Danny skirted around the burning pile of metal, rubber and gasoline as close as he could. "Steven!"

You could be dead right now.

There.

Oh, my God, Danny thought, hope welling up in his chest.

Movement on the ground, just down the ditch that lined that side of the street.

It isn't supposed to happen this way!

"Steve!" Danny hollered.

A dark head popped up. Eyelids blinked. A smile appeared. Strong arms pushed a torso up. Knees planted on the grass. A six-foot tall figure rose to full height.

Danny couldn't contain himself. He hug-barreled into his partner so hard he knocked him right back to the ground again. The two of them rolled three times down the short hill until they landed in the ditch. Steve on his back. Danny lying face-down atop him.

Eyes met eyes.

"Happy to see me?" Steve asked.

Danny wanted to punch him, hug him, maybe even kiss him, for Chrissakes, and how inappropriate was that?

"You're alive," was all Danny could get to happen, though. He bowed his head, relief making him shake as his forehead hit Steve's shoulder. "Shit."

"Thanks to you," Steve replied, hiking them both up to a sitting position and then pulling Danny to his feet. "You know, if we'd been in the Camaro the first time that tanker clipped us, it would've flipped us."

Danny's eyes grew wide.

Flipped.

Upside-down.

In the Camaro.

He turned to find a whole host of dark-skinned, dark-eyed, dark-haired people gathering around the spectacle that was, slowly, starting to burn a little less hot and a little less bright.

Then sirens.

"I stopped it," Danny whispered.

"Huh?" Steve said, brushing blades of grass, a little sand and some dirt from various places on his shirt and pants.

"We didn't flip upside-down in the Camaro," Danny said, looking up and catching Steve's eyes. "In my nightmares, we did. We both died. That stupid fucking Carpenters song was playing just like it was when the tanker hit us in your truck."

Steve's eyes widened a little. "You told us all about that back at the palace a few days ago. I'd completely forgotten." Steve brushed one more piece of dirt from his bare forearm. "Danny, did you just…change…the future?"

Danny stared at the dancing flames even as an ambulance arrived. Two paramedics hopped out of the front seat, a Caucasian man and a black woman. They ran over to the side of the road and down the small hill to stand in front of Danny and Steve.

"You two all right?" the man asked.

Danny froze. He stared at the man. His voice sounded so familiar.

"Name's Alex," he said. "Were you in either one of those vehicles when the collision occurred?"

Four HPD black-and-whites pulled on-scene.

"Yes, we were in the pickup," Steve replied.

"What about the tanker truck, any sign of the driver?" the female medic asked.

Danny's face drained of all color as his eyes went from Alex's face to hers, then traveled down to the brass name tag pinned to her shirt.

JO THOMAS

"Oh, my God," Danny breathed. "Oh, my God, it's you."

Jo gave him a funny look. "Well, if you two are all right, we're going to see if the truck driver made it."

Steve nodded once, then moved to stand directly in front of Danny. "You know her?"

Danny swallowed hard. "They were the medics in the ambulance I was in after the Camaro flipped. That guy, Alex, he called the hospital, talked to a Dr. Singh. Jo was trying to get me to calm down and when I asked about you all she said was—"

The sudden lump in Danny's throat kept him from continuing. Steve reached out, placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. Then he jogged up the embankment and onto the road. He scanned the area as Danny joined him, then moved quickly to where he saw Alex standing at the rear doors of the ambulance.

"Excuse me," Steve said as they approached.

"Yes, do you need medical attention?" Alex asked, turning to face them.

"No. But can you tell me, who's your ER contact right now?"

Alex gave Steve a weird look but replied, "Dr. Singh. Why?"

Steve's jaw worked as he looked meaningfully at Danny. "Thank you," was all he said. A couple HPD officers headed their way. "Not a word about your dreams or anything else," he whispered to Danny.

Danny nodded. No way would he say anything. Because the last thing he needed was for the entirety of the Honolulu Police Department to add the label lolo to the overused haole he already got too much of to begin with.

The partners were silent in the back of Chin's Traverse. Chin kept looking in the rearview mirror at them, but nobody said a word. Kono was just ahead of them in her own car and when they pulled into their reserved parking spaces, everyone got out and entered the palace.

Complete and total silence in the bullpen as they all stood around the computer table.

Then Danny's phone rang to the tune of Brown-Eyed Girl. He pulled the phone from his pants pocket and thumbed the line open. "Hi, Monkey. How come you're not in school?"

"I have a cold, Danno, Mom said I could stay home."

"Oh, no, a cold?" Danny asked, mind wandering away from what had happened in his dreams and what had almost happened for real and onto the much more pleasing thought of his little girl. "You need some of Grandma's famous chicken soup?"

"Yes, please. Achoo!"

"Aw, baby. Okay, I'll have to run to the store and get the ingredients. Is your mom home?"

"No, she had to take Stanley, Jr. for his shots. Nanny Anya is here, though."

"All right, let me see if it'd be all right with your mom if I made the soup up at your place, and I'll be there in about an hour, k?"

"Okay, Danno. Oh! I can show you the cool rock I got!"

Danny's breath hitched.

His teammates noticed, all three of them casting worried looks his way.

"What did you say?" Danny whispered into the phone.

"Remember how I told you Step-Stan's construction crew was here last week looking at the place where he's going to build his new office building?"

Danny nodded, then remembered Grace couldn't see him. "Y-yes, I-I remember."

"Well, Step-Stan forgot until just this morning that the head of the crew, a man he calls Virg, found a really cool rock out there that he thought I might like."

Dizzy, vision fuzzing over, Danny reached out one hand to steady himself on the computer table. "Monkey?"

"Yeah?"

Danny swallowed really, really hard. "Does the rock have silver stripes in it?"

There was a moment of silence. "How did you know that? Did you talk to Step-Stan?" she asked accusingly.

His world started spinning. He felt hands on back, his shoulder. Felt someone come right up behind him front-to-back to support him. "Oh, my God," he breathed, both hands now gripping the tabletop so hard his knuckles were white. "Oh, my God."

"Danny?"

"Hey, brah, what's going on?"

"Danno?"

Danny could hear Grace calling out to him from the phone. He felt someone take it. Heard Kono's voice telling Grace not to worry, they'd have her dad and the chicken soup ingredients over to her before she could even blink.

"Danny, Jesus Christ, what is it? What's got silver stripes?" Steve asked. He was the one right behind Danny, and his hands suddenly gripped Danny's shoulders hard. "Danny, talk to us!"

Danny swallowed again, turned and leaned his butt against the table. He looked at Kono's wide, concerned eyes. At Chin's look of curiosity. At Steve's OMG-WTF Face. Then he ran a hand down his own face, fingernails scraping the stubble on his cheeks.

"When I was on the Moon," he began, stopped, took a deep breath. "When I dreamed we were on the Moon, there were two dead bodies."

Chin nodded. "I remember you telling us that when Malia was here."

Danny nodded once. "The way we cracked what was going on, why those men were there to begin with and why they'd been killed was that Virgil Gabbana had given Grace a lunar rock he found while excavating the site for Stan and Rachel's house."

"House?" Kono repeated. "Their house on the Moon?"

Danny nodded again. "He thought it was pretty, that she'd like it because it was filled with silver stripes." Danny held up his hands to get Steve to back off because even this one was Personal Space Challenged, it seemed. Steve did so, but still hovered as close as he dared as Danny continued. "You," he said, gesturing to his partner, "had some Navy geologist analyze the stuff. You found out it was…"

His voice trailed off.

He bit his lip.

"It started with a g," he finally said.

"What was it, a gem of some sort?" Kono asked as she and Chin pulled up internet browsers on the computer table.

"A mineral?" Chin asked.

"G—" Danny faltered.

Steve's hand found his forearm. "You can do it, Danny. I know you can."

"Shit," Danny breathed. "I wish you'd stop saying things you've said to me before."

Steve gave him Say-What? Face, let go of him and took a step back.

Danny's eyes focused on a point that seemed far away as everyone watched and waited expectantly. Dammit, he knew this, he knew the name of the goddamn mineral! He just had to remember!

The double glass doors opened. Kono, Chin and Steve looked up to find a chestnut-haired man who stood about six-foot-one dressed in jeans and white button-down shirt thrown on over a white undershirt headed their way.

"The HPD officers you sent to get me said I could come right in," he said, approaching Steve and holding out his hand. "I'm Virgil Gabbana."

"Gadolinium!" Danny exclaimed, making every single person in the room jump. "That's what it was! Gadolinium!"

"What the hell's that?" Steve asked even as Chin and Kono began typing furiously on the computer table.

"It's a really rare metal used for…um…nuclear subs, I think? Kidney dialysis?"

Chin looked up at him with wide eyes. "He's right. It's very rare, and China's been waffling back and forth for years about exporting it or not exporting it. Right now they've got a ban on exports so the U.S. is desperately trying to find another source of it."

"What are you talking about?" Virgil asked.

"The rock you gave my daughter," Danny said, seeming to notice the man for the first time. "The one with silver stripes."

"Yeah," Virg nodded. "I found it out on the land Edwards is having us build on. I'm thinking when we start digging out for the foundation there's going to be a layer of it we'll hit."

"That's it!" Danny said, snapping his fingers together. "It's the same thing as what happened on the Moon!"

Virgil looked at Steve with a Is-He-Looney? look on his face.

"Were there five guys from your regular crew who refused to come here and work on Stan's office building?" Danny asked, pointing a finger at Gabbana.

"Uh…well…yes. Yes, there were. I'm working at replacing them now, but there are five more that I suddenly can't reach. Like they've disappeared off the face of the Earth."

"That's it, Steve! Somehow someone figured out what that was in Gracie's rock, and they're trying to get their hands on it, trying to get rich off it. That means Stan, Rachel, Grace and the baby are in danger! Whoever it is has already killed those two men and I'll bet they're two of the five who said they wouldn't come back here!"

Thirty seconds passed while his teammates processed this information. Then suddenly Kono was on the phone to HPD to get guys out to the worksite, Chin was on another line to HPD putting a big detail on the Edwards house, Danny was on the phone to Rachel and Steve was on the phone to Stan.

Virgil Gabbana stood there looking at each and every Five-0 member as though they all belonged in straitjackets.

But Danny didn't give a flying fuck. Because he'd already saved his and Steve's life by keeping them out of the Camaro. And if he was right, he was going to do it again, plus save the entire Edwards family, by getting the jump on whoever the murderer of the two construction men was.

As he told Nanny Anya that HPD officers would soon be arriving to guard her and Grace (and the housekeeper, whom Anya reminded him was there, too), all he could see in his mind was the Lunar X6 rocket's passenger compartment.

Steve kissing the back of his hand.

Telling him he could do it.

The rocket spiraling out of control.

And then exploding.

Well, there may not be any friggin' lunar shuttles here and now, but Steve, Grace, the Edwards' and his team were there, and if the Moon dreams had also been portents of things to come, Danny was going to do his level best to see he nipped that one in the bud just as he had the Camaro dreams.

He caught a look on Steve's face, though, as both men hung up their phones. "What is it?" he asked as Chin and Kono each ended their own calls.

"Stan's admin doesn't know where he is," Steve said. "She's been trying to get hold of him for over an hour. He didn't show up for his first morning meeting and his cell phone's turned off."

"Oh, no," Danny breathed.

They raced out of the palace, Virgil Gabbana hot on their tails demanding to know what the hell was going on.

Nobody answered him, but all five of them piled into Chin's and Kono's vehicles. Sirens blared and lights flashed as the cousins took off, once more barking orders and questions into their phones. Virg was in Kono's passenger seat. Steve was in Chin's, while Danny was in the back right behind his partner.

Steve turned to look at Danny. "What happens to Stan? Does he get killed?"

Danny shook his head, then shrugged helplessly. "In my dreams, we all die, you, me, Grace, Rachel, Stan, the baby. We all die on the shuttle on the way back to Hawaii."

"The shuttle. What, like a space shuttle?"

"Lunar shuttle," Danny corrected. "Heading for…" His eyes grew big and round. "Koho'olawe!"

"What? The little island that hasn't got more than fifty Hawaiians living on it?" Steve asked incredulously. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Danny nodded and nodded and nodded. "Yes, that's it!"

"So," Chin said, looking at Danny in the rearview mirror, then at Steve across the front seat. "Do we need a boat?"

"Helicopter," Steve corrected, righting himself in the seat. "I'll have Kono continue on to the construction site, but we need to get to Koho'olawe fast."

"Really?" Danny asked from the back.

Steve turned to look at him again. "Danny, everything else in your dreams has been significant. Since Stan's missing, and since Koho'alawe is where your lunar shuttle was heading before it blew up, I'd bet money that what we're looking for is on that island. Maybe even Stan."

Danny didn't know whether to feel gratitude toward his partner for believing in him, or question whether Steve was as insane as Danny felt he himself was.

He just hoped that Stan really was on that island. And that they were in time to save him. Because after all, he really was a nice guy.