Grace was okay. She was. There was no other option, Grace was fine and Rick Peterson would pay.

Of all the questionable times in his past, Danny never considered it would be one of his times as Danny Williams that would come back to haunt him. He'd done everything by the book where Rick Peterson was concerned. The guy had been dirty and Danny had testified against him. He was locked up, justice served. Never in a million years would Danny believe that Rick would get out and want revenge. Danny was determined to not let that happen.

He knew his team would have his back. They'd do anything for him or Grace. That ohana thing was truly amazing. What surprised him though was Stan. The man earned a few brownie points today.

"Listen, Stan. I gotta say this quick. That guy over there has Grace. He's going to kill her if I don't kill you."

"Why me?"

"Cause it'd be the final nail in the coffin regarding me for Rachel. So here's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to shoot just above your right shoulder and you are going to grab at it and fall down facing away from Rick. Got it?"

"Danny what if he doesn't buy it? There won't be any blood. You have to shoot me for real."

"I can't do that."

"Yes, you can. Put one in my shoulder and two in the ground after I'm down. That should be convincing."

"Stan, you don't know what you're saying."

"Yeah, I do, Danny. It's for Grace, right. I trust you."

Shooting an innocent man is something he hoped he'd never put on his resume. Yeah, in retrospect he'd had a couple of fantasies about doing away with Stan Edwards, but nothing he'd ever follow through with.

Rachel and Grace were safely ensconced at the Edwards' home after they'd had Grace checked out. She was scared, but fine physically. Danny was sure counseling was in her near future and Rachel actually agreed with his suggestion. Stan would be fine. No lasting damage. Danny was a good shot after all.

Too tired to think and not wanting to be alone, Danny headed for Steve's, certain his partner would still be up. He was.

"How's everybody doing?" Steve asked, answering the door before Danny could even get his hand on the knob.

"Everyone's as good as can be expected," Danny answered.

Steve took a long look at his friend. "Come on. Beers and a crappy movie."

Danny didn't argue, settling into his favorite spot on Steve's couch. Steve knew it was best to wait out Danny's silence.

"He took a bullet for my baby girl. A bullet, Steve!"

"Yeah, partner, he did."

"Didn't even think twice. Told him I was going to shoot over his shoulder and he'd fake getting hit, but NO. He said Peterson wouldn't believe it cause there'd be no blood. We couldn't risk playing with Grace's life like that." Danny sank back into silence.

Steve waited to see if there was anymore, but Danny just sipped his beer and stared at the TV. "So I guess you're gonna have to like the guy now, huh?"

Danny threw him a filthy look. "No way, babe. I may have to respect him a little bit but there is no way I am ever going to like the man. He is the one who dragged my baby girl to this god forsaken island away from her family….Thanks for having my back."

Steve chuckled. Mission accomplished, Danny was ranting. Steve let his friend's words flow over him, letting his tension from the day go. He relaxed enough that he almost missed Danny's last words, almost, "No problem, brah. It's what ohana is for."

Danny's rant wound down and the two friends sat quietly gazing at the TV screen, not really paying attention to it. Steve threw a sideways glance at his partner. It seemed like Danny was finally coming down from his adrenaline high and he didn't want to get him stirred up again, but he really needed to voice what he was thinking.

"Um, you know, I was just thinking," Steve trailed off.

Danny, lost in thought, blinked owlishly twice before responding. "What did you say?"

Clearing his throat, Steve continued, "I was just thinking we should put a response plan in place in case something, well….. for Grace, I mean."

Danny turned to look at Steve, a small smile pulling at his lips. "Already done, partner. I programed Grace's phone with everyone's numbers in order of calling, Rachel, me, Stan, you, HQ, Chin, Kono, Max and Kamekona. If anything like this should, God forbid, ever occur again, she is start calling numbers until she gets a live body before going anywhere with anyone, period."

Steve looked suitably impressed. "Sounds like you got it covered. How come Lori isn't on the list?"

"Grace doesn't know her all that well and she's not really good with kids," Danny replied with a shrug. "Maybe I'll add her later when Grace is more comfortable around her."

Steve reached over and slapped Danny's arm. "You're a good dad."