Danny stood over Casey Reid. He had his gun pointed at the guy's face, his finger lightly over the trigger. His face contorted as he thought about whether or not to pull the trigger on the man lying on the ground.

They'd been chasing this guy ever since he ran away after he and his gang ambushed Steve last year, causing his life-changing brain injuries.

Alongside working their regular cases, Five-0 had used all their resources to try and find him. And finally they'd caught him on the runway at Honolulu airport after finding out that his credit card was used to buy a one-way plane ticket, Danny driving in such a manner that would have made the old Steve proud.

Danny pushed through the pain in his knee as they chased Casey through the airport, until the blonde finally caught up with him outside and tackled him to the ground. Danny quickly scrambled to his feet and grabbed his gun, making no hesitation about pointing it at Casey.

And now here he was, deciding whether to follow his burning desire to blow his brains out or do what he knew deep down was the right thing and let the law bring him to justice, when Danny suddenly remembered that fateful day when he found Steve bleeding and unconscious on the ground. He thought that he was too late, that Steve was dead.

At one low point in the first couple of weeks, Danny had thought that Steve might have been better off that way instead of being the mute and barely mobile person that he was at the time. But Danny quickly dismissed that idea and berated himself for ever thinking that after Steve started to make progress.

Besides, if Steve had died that day, Danny wouldn't have the special and amazing person in his life that he did now. Danny will be forever grateful to all the doctors, nurses and therapists who worked so hard to help him get back what skills he could.

"You gonna do it?" Casey practically challenged him from where he lay on the floor, chest rising with each breath. Danny's mouth twitched as his fingers flexed against his gun. He wanted to do it, this man deserved to pay for what he did to Steve. He was about to pull the trigger, but hesitated when memories of Steve flashed into his head.

Steve taking his first unaided steps at the rehab centre. Seeing him settle and thrive once he was back in his own home. Reading Steve to sleep every night and seeing how happy Steve is to see him every morning. Seeing Steve waiting for him when he and everyone else finished the Tough Mudder race. His heartbroken face when Danny told him earlier that he had to stop playing with Steve and Grace, after a phone call from Chin told him that Casey Reid was on the run.

His gun lowered a fraction.

"Can't do it, can you?" Casey taunted Danny, despite having a gun pointed at him. "Guess you're not much of a man.."

Danny's nostrils flared as he raised his gun back up, ignoring the rest of Five-0 as they ran past him and hauled Casey to his feet before slapping a pair of cuffs on him. As they walked him away Danny stopped in front of him to look him square in the face.

"I'm way more of a man than you'll ever be."

"Look, I already told you guys last time. Yeah, I was in the gang that beat up your friend, but I didn't actually do it." Casey Reid insisted.

Danny shook his head, arms folded tight against his chest. "See, I don't buy that." He said, glaring down at the man handcuffed to a chair in the interrogation room. "We still have the CCTV footage from last year, and let's just say that your ink makes you stand out from the crowd." Danny pointed at Casey's face, where he had a Mike Tyson-esque tattoo on one side of his face.

"So?" He shrugged, but Danny was pleased to see thin beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"So," Chin pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on and came to stand level with Danny, trying hard to keep his appearance calm. "It shows that you were very much involved."

Casey didn't say anything, choosing instead to avoid their gaze.

"In fact, do you know what it does show?" Danny asked. At the man's raised eyebrows, Danny exhaled through his nose before continuing, determined to look him in the eye. "It shows you dealing the punch that fractured Commander McGarrett's skull and sent him to the ground."

At those words, Casey smirked. Danny's eyelid twitched and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something he may regret. In Danny's opinion - and that of many of the medical professionals they got to meet throughout the past year - that was the fatal blow that started the chain of events that ended with Steve as he is now.

And the man who delivered it apparently thought it amusing.

"Something funny?" Chin said.

"Five-0 got a lot of my buddies locked up; he got what's coming to him." Casey shook his head, the damn smirk still on his face. "I hear he's retarded now?"

Danny saw red, and suddenly all hell broke loose as he lurched forward and managed to land several punches to Casey's face. A generous Chin gave him a few seconds head start before reluctantly hauling a raging Danny off their perp.

"You ruined his life, you bastard!" Danny spat. "You think it's funny now?!" His chest heaved as he continued to stare at the man slumped in the chair with blood dripping from his nose.

Danny was seething, fists clenched beside him and his whole body was shaking. If it wasn't for Chin holding him back Danny was pretty sure he'd have beaten the guy to a bloody pulp by now.

Chin hauled him back towards the door. "Go home, Danny!" He ordered in Danny's ear as he relaxed his grip slightly. "He's not worth it - he's not worth your job . Lou and I can carry on from here."

"Go home and be with your boy, I know you want to." Chin added quietly.

Danny took a deep breath and nodded, holding his hands up in surrender so that Chin would let go. Truth be told, Chin was right; however much Danny wanted to teach that evil bastard a lesson, take out all his anger and hatred on his smug face, he couldn't risk losing his job for that momentary satisfaction.

And after today, all he wanted to do was to go home. He needed to see Steve, see his happy face again, though he probably wouldn't be too happy about being left.

"Thank you." He fist-bumped Chin on his way out, safe in the knowledge that they had their man and that a confession would surely follow.

"McGarrett's been real upset, bruddah. Was hard to keep him chilled, kept asking when you'd be back. Grace said to just let him do what he wanted to avoid any tantrums." Kamekona said as Danny walked through the front door. "Did you get him?"

Danny sighed and nodded. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair in an attempt to put it back into place, but gave up after realising he was too tired to care. "Yeah. Caught him trying to board a plane to LA."

Kamekona nodded, a somber expression on the big man's face. "Don't wanna know what you did when you found him."

"Nah." Danny kicked his shoes off, not bothering to move them from where they ended up. "Thanks again for staying with him and Grace, I know it was real short notice. Didn't think-" He paused to try to muffle a yawn with his hand. "Sorry, didn't think I'd be that long."

Kamekona shook his head, gently clapping Danny on the shoulder on his way out. "Don't sweat it, bruddah, little lady went to bed not long ago. Anytime, just holla!"

Danny sighed again as he leant back against the closed front door after setting the alarm. He could suddenly feel every ache in his body from the chase earlier, now that he was home and not running anywhere. They'd been after this guy for almost a year, and now he was finally in custody. He'd finally got justice for Steve, who had no idea.

Danny was in danger of falling asleep there and then when movement caught his attention he smiled sadly at what he saw.

A pajama-clad Steve emerged from his room, thumb stuffed in his mouth and the other hand clutching his cat. He wandered into the kitchen but came out shortly afterwards looking more upset, and Danny realised straight away that Steve must be looking for him. Steve's eyes were red rimmed and puffy, he looked just as tired as Danny felt, and his pitiful whine when he finally noticed Danny and stumbled towards him almost broke the blonde man in two.

"C'mere, baby." He whispered, pushing himself away from the door and reaching out to tug Steve the rest of the way into his arms. The strong, familiar smell of Steve's recently used body wash mixed with his own unique scent washed over Danny, and made him instantly less stressed out.

Steve sobbed into his shoulder, fingers twisted in the back of his shirt as he hugged the smaller man tight. Danny winced as Steve accidently pinched where he knew a bruise was forming from where he'd wrestled with their runaway.

"Hey hey, c'mon now. I'm really sorry for running off and leaving you, but Danno had to work." Danny said, gently swaying them from side to side.

"Danno stay, please," Steve whispered. "No go away again."

Guilt washed over Danny as he realised that Steve must have thought that he wouldn't come back after his abrupt departure earlier.

"Oh, no I'm not going anywhere, buddy." Danny squeezed him close. "Come on. Let's go to bed, it's late." He added after Steve let out a shaky breath.

Steve nodded, and let himself be led back down the corridor to his bedroom. Danny raised an eyebrow when he saw various toys strewn across his floor - Danny didn't even realise he had so many - that proved Kamekona's point when he said that Steve didn't want to sleep.

Danny got Steve settled in bed, and didn't even hesitate to shuck his own wrinkled and sweaty clothes and join him under the covers after turning his night-light on.

"Danno okay?" Steve asked, fingers of one hand fumbling over Danny's tear-stained cheeks.

Danny reached a hand up to keep Steve's hand there and nodded. "Yeah, I'm alright."

"But… you crying." Steve frowned.

Danny smiled the first real smile since he got home, as he rearranged them so he was on his back and Steve was curled into him. "I'm just happy to be back home, back with you. These are happy tears, don't worry."

Steve leant up to kiss Danny's cheek. "There! Steve kiss better, like Danno does."

Danny willed more tears to stay inside as he stared up at Steve's beaming face. "Thanks buddy, that means a lot. I feel better already."

Steve's large eyes stared into his. "Danno there for me, helps me. So Steve there for Danno, always." He said before burying his face in Danny's neck, fingers twisted in his shirt.

Danny wrapped his arms around him, Steve's hair brushing against his face. "Wouldn't have it any other way, babe."