A/N:

Thank you for your patience and still taking the time to read.

As always, I don't own Hawaii 5-0, any and all mistakes are mine.

Summary:

Steve and Danny go on a fishing trip which goes horribly wrong leaving the two of them injured and shipwrecked.

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The carpet beating sound still penetrated Steve's ears. He knew the sound oh-too-well. He remembered the vibrations the rotor blades of a helicopter caused rippling through his body just as much as the sound they made.

The steady and hypnotic 'chuff chuff chuff' almost lulled him to sleep. But he needed to stay alert. He couldn't see the chopper yet, but he knew it to be there. The sound was unmistakable and distinctive. And it grew louder by the second.

To his right, he suddenly could make out a small dot in the sky.

"Danny, Danny", he called out excitedly. His fried only mumbled incoherently but at least there was a reaction which was enough for Steve. "They're here, they found us!" Steve carefully shook the blonde man hoping to rouse him more but Danny barely lifted his head.

Frantically, Steve waved his arm in the air to show the crew aboard where they were. He wished he had a flare rocket to catch their attention but waving had to do.

The aircraft came closer and then turned around.

"No, no", Steve whispered. "Nonono, come back. Come back."

But that chopper became smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared completely.

As he closed his eyes, Steve sighed deeply. Their only, their most concrete way to rescue and back to safety had just vanished into thin air.

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Water splashed over his face and Danny licked his lips. Spluttering in disgust as he tasted the salty liquid, he wondered if he had fallen asleep while standing in the shower.

He leaned his head back to wash away the soap from his face and the shampoo from his hair. No, something wasn't right about this. The spray of water had disappeared. And why did he feel numb and adrift both body and mind? Maybe Charlie or Grace brought some bugs back home from school and he was coming down with the flu.

Great! Today of all days that I've chartered a boat for a nice trip.

Danny lifted his arm which also had been quite numb. Until now. Now, the pain flared up again and hit him like lightning in the sky.

Wait! Lightning! There was lightning just a little while ago.

His eyes flitted open and he realized that he wasn't at home in his shower but in the middle of the ocean.

During the storm lightning had lit up the sky just a little while ago. Was it really still today? The day he meant to go on that fishing trip? Alone, he might add. Until his persistent partner Steven J. McGarrett invited himself in on his solo party. The day everything went to shit because of this crazy idea to rent a boat to go to the sea and have a good time? What crazy thought had made him do that? Never ever again would he set foot on a boat!

If he hadn't rented this boat, he probably wouldn't even had known about the storm at all as it had come down out here on the ocean.

Breathing heavily, he tried to ride through the intense pain in his shoulder. He bit down on his lip and tried to swallow the scream of pain down. All that was left of it came out as a small whimper.

When the worst of the pain had abated, he cautiously lifted his arm towards Steve's lax face. He couldn't help the many groans and hissing that escaped through his clenched teeth.

Ever so slowly as to not cause further harm to his friend, Danny tapped Steve's cheek while he spoke the man's name to rouse him. But he didn't receive more than a low moan in response.

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When before Steve had heard the whirring sound of helicopter blades, now he was sure, he was hallucinating or severely dehydrated. He heard his partner sing.

"… oh bring back my Bonnie… to me… to me…" Danny more breathed and huffed the words than actually sang them.

"As if a headache wasn't enough", Steve groaned.

Danny interrupted his singing. "You prefer Mets statistics? Or maybe a different song?" He suggested and immediately began, "We all live in a yellow submarine-"

"No, shut up, Danny", Steve said, "I'd prefer for you to neither sing nor do I wanna hear anything about the Mets."

"We could sing together", Danny teased.

"No, I don't wanna sing. I just…" Steve trailed off.

Danny instantly knew Steve's thoughts and continued, "Yeah, me too, Steven, I don't wanna spend my evening out here in the water either. I was looking forward to your burnt steaks."

"My steaks? Burnt? I never ever burnt any steaks on my grill!"

"And what about those veggie steaks Grace asked you to make for her last summer?"

Both grimaced when they remembered. In school, Grace had been taught about healthy food and that veggies were important. Hence, she had insisted she get veggie steaks on one of Steve's BBQs.

"'I'm the magic grill chef, I know what I'm doing'", Danny imitated Steve.

"That's not what I said."

"No, but that's what you thought!"

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Because we've been partners for quite a few years. And I know how bossy you are and not only around your grill."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you're bossy and burnt Gracie's veggie steaks."

"I didn't."

"You didn't?"

"No, the grill burnt them."

"And who was the magic grill chef?"

"I never said I was 'the magic grill chef'."

"But you acted like it."

Steve exhaled audibly but chose not to answer that but instead said, "It's getting darker."

"Yep."

Both men bit their lips, neither needed to say it out loud what it meant. Chances that they were going to be found anytime soon – or at all – died with any passing second. Who would search the ocean in the middle of the night? How? No one would be that stupid. That would be worse than searching for the needle in a haystack. The likelihood of being rescued diminished.

This cannot be the end. No way in hell!

tbc…

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Biensche