A/N: Okay, I am weak and caving to peer pressure (you know who you are!) and giving you a bonus chapter today.

This chapter is for my DWOCD ohana for all the kind words and just for being such a great bunch of lunatics. Would you please power down your cattle prods and call back the saber toothed bunnies now? TheDogo, it's okay, you can breathe now. Oh, yes, and happy belated birthday to Irene Claire.

Danny couldn't shut his brain off. He had finally allowed Steve and Chin to talk him into trying to sleep about midnight; right after his unsuccessful half-hearted attempt to convince them he was fine and they could go home. The two had merely exchanged glances and smirked at him as they settled even deeper into their respective spots. Danny had finally thrown his hands in the air and grumbled his way down the hallway where he rummaged in a closet and then reappeared in the living room with spare pillows and blankets in hand. He tossed a pillow and blanket to Chin, who promptly stretched his legs out on the couch and plumped the pillow under his head, resting on the arm of the couch. Danny threw the other pillow and blanket at Steve, deliberately hitting him in the face, "Here you go, ninja SEAL, you probably don't want them, but since you're insisting on this little sleepover, you might as well be comfortable."

Now, Danny lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He looked over at the clock and noted the time was 2:07, exactly three minutes since the last time he'd looked. He sighed heavily again and spent another half hour restlessly tossing around on his rumpled bed before throwing the covers off and thumping his feet onto the floor to sit exhaustedly on the edge of the bed. He fought back tears as he rested his elbows on knees and allowed his head to sink into his hands. Pieces of his conversation with Ms. Wentwood filtered through his head disjointedly. Allegation of abuse. Suspicious injury. Rick Peterson. Failed to protect. Unfit for custody. Remove from custody. Rick Peterson. Rick Peterson. Rick Peterson.

Danny jumped off the bed to pace the small confines of his bedroom as thoughts of Rick Peterson chased through his mind. This time he was unable to stop a few tears from escaping, and he rubbed angrily at them. He had sworn to himself that Rick Peterson would not take anything else from him, and that included time and peace of mind. Damn that Ms. Wentwood for bringing his name up again and letting loose the demons that he'd tried so hard to put in their place. He could only hope that the woman had the decency to not bring his name up to Grace.

The thought of Grace made Danny even more restless. It was torture not having her here and knowing he wasn't supposed to see her or talk to her. The little note he'd put in the bag Chin had delivered earlier was a violation of that no contact order, but he'd not been able to resist. He paced to the window and back to the bed, but he felt too contained, and his heart was starting to race as he became more agitated. He huffed out a breath in annoyance at the tell-tale start of a claustrophobia attack. He'd never had one like this before when it was brought on simply by thoughts and not by physical surroundings. He realized he couldn't even think of one player on the 1986 Mets team to calm himself down. He ran his hands roughly through his hair and quickly grabbed a tee shirt to throw on. Dressed in only sleep pants and a wrinkled tee shirt, he had no idea where he was going to go; he just knew he had to get out of his room and just go.

Danny padded down the hall quietly and veered into the kitchen. He opened the fridge to check out his options. Despite only picking at his supper, he decided he still wasn't hungry. He grabbed a bottle of water and gulped half of it down before slamming the door shut louder than he intended. He winced as it rattled, and he heard a slight snort in the living room. He'd almost forgotten about his friends in the other room. He paused for a moment to make sure whoever it was had gone back to sleep. He sighed as he thought about going back to bed, knowing he still wouldn't be able to sleep, but not knowing what else to do. He started back down the hallway but found himself standing outside of Grace's room.

It only took one step into the room for Danny's tears to fall freely. He swiped the tears away with his shirtsleeve when they obscured his vision. He just stood in the middle of her room for a full minute and took it all in. He smiled sadly at the neatly made bed where she should have been sleeping. More tears fell as he spied a framed picture of the two of them on her nightstand. The moonlight streamed in through the window and danced across her street hockey stick in the corner with her no longer brand new roller blades. He blew out a shaky breath as he tried to get his tears under control.

"You okay, buddy?" Steve asked softly from the doorway.

Danny thought about shrugging it off, but knew his best friend knew better, "No, I'm really not."

"Yeah," Steve muttered, not knowing what else to say.

Danny turned, not caring if Steve saw his tear stained cheeks. "What are you doing up anyway? Did I wake you?"

"Wasn't you... Chin snores. It's bad, man," Steve teased their absent friend, earning a slight smile from Danny. "I'm not sure how Malia did it, but he sounds like a freight train."

Danny snorted out a laugh as he tried to keep it from turning into a sob. He sat on Grace's bed and picked up one of her fluffy, polka dot decorative pillows to hug tightly to himself. He nodded at the other end for Steve to sit. He felt another tear slide down his cheek, but he just couldn't be bothered to wipe it away, "They took away my little girl, Steve. What am I going to do?"

Steve shifted closer so he bumped shoulders with Danny, "You're going to get her back, D."

Danny shuddered and leapt up from the bed, "Don't call me that... just don't. Okay?"

"I'm sorry," Steve stood and put a hand on Danny's shoulder, noticing the not so subtle tremor in his partner. "I didn't know you didn't like that nickname."

Danny shook his head, "It's not you... that's what Rick Peterson kept calling me that day."

Steve nodded, not needing any more explanation on what day Danny meant. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"I know," Danny told him and sat back down on Grace's bed, squeezing the little pillow even harder. "It's just that I can't get him out of my head tonight. "I keep hearing him tell me that he was going to kill my little girl and he'd call me 'D' with a sneer and I just... I just can't get it out of my head."

"I'm sorry, man," Steve apologized, putting his arm around his friend's shoulders. "I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry if me using nicknames upsets you... I won't even call you Danno if you don't want me to."

Danny snorted, "When's that ever stopped you?"

"I'm sorry, Danny. I am. I won't use it again if it upsets you." Steve practically groveled. "I..."

"Stop," Danny bumped his shoulder into his friend, "It's fine. Really. I've actually never minded. Even that first time."

Steve gaped at the confession, "You mean you gave me such a hard time about it for so long and you never really minded?"

Danny chuckled, "Yep. I just had to bust your chops."

The two sat in silence for another minute before Steve felt Danny stop trembling. He kept his arm around his shoulders for support, "Have you slept at all?"

"No," Danny sighed. "I tried, but I just can't get my mind off things."

"We'll get it all straightened out with the governor tomorrow, I promise. I won't let him say no. We'll get this Internal Affairs thing taken care of and Grace back to you where she belongs."

"I don't even care about the stupid paid administrative leave any more," Danny sighed. "I really don't. If they decide not to give me my badge back I'll be okay... Somehow. But if they take my daughter away, I don't know what I'll do."

"I know, buddy," Steve squeezed Danny's shoulder again as he saw fresh tears slide unchecked down Danny's cheeks. "We're going to make sure that doesn't happen. I promise."

"I know you can't really promise that," Danny sniffled, "but thanks. You guys have been great. All of you. You and Chin didn't need to waste your night here..."

"It wasn't wasted," Steve insisted.

"And Kono," Danny looked at the ceiling and blew out a breath. "I really don't know how I'll thank Kono. I'm so glad Grace is with someone she knows and who I know will take care of her."

"Ohana, Danny," Steve reminded him. "You know we'll all look out for Grace when needed. You, too, of course."

Danny nodded, "But Grace first."

"Grace first," Steve looked at him out of the corner of his eye, "She's cuter."

"Thanks, pal, you're a big help."

"I know," Steve grinned at his friend.

Danny slumped as exhaustion and stress started to finally catch up with him though he still managed a smile for his partner, "You're a big goof, but thanks. For everything. I owe you."

"You don't owe us anything, Danny." Steve assured him as he finally removed his arm from Danny's shoulder with one last squeeze and stood, "You need to try to get some sleep."

"Yeah," Danny agreed as he curled up on the bed. "I think I'll just sleep here."

Steve smiled as he watched Danny get comfortable on Grace's bed, fluffy pillow still clutched to his chest. He grabbed a nearby blanket, which happened to match the pillow in Danny's arms, and covered his partner before leaving the room. He stood outside Grace's room until he heard Danny's breathing even out and he knew he was finally asleep. Steve slid down the wall until he was sitting right outside the room, knees bent up towards his chest, and allowed his head to thud softly against the wall behind him. He'd stood watch over friends in worse places than this.