A/N: This is a collection of short drabbles (and one one-shot) that were prompted by the hawaii_5_0_100 drabble community on livejournal.

The first prompt was shove.

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Only the Ocean

There wasn't much time for him to actually think anything else other than shit. Danny had shoved them over the guard rail and seconds later the bomb had went off. Steve could feel the shockwave of the explosion crashing into his back and then the water swallowed him.

It drowned out the sound of the explosion and everything else too. He sank fast, felt his bullet proof vest pull him down faster and he needed a second to orientate himself. The explosion and the subsequent crash into the water had robbed him off his sense of up and down.

Steve struggled out of his vest and opened his eyes. The water was clear, flickering orange of the fire above him and the sun lit it up. He was starting to feel the strain on his lungs, there hadn't been a lot of time to take a deep breath, before they had taken the plunge into the water. And with that thought his heart sped up.

Danny had been right behind him and from what he had learned, the man was not a very good swimmer. He turned his head frantically, hoping to locate his partner, worry tying his guts tighter the longer it took him to find his partner.

Finally he saw Danny, slowly sinking further down to the ground. Against the pressure building up in his lungs and his urge to just breathe, Steve swam down. When he came closer he was able to see a small cloud of red drifting away from the back of Danny's head. A piece of debris must have hit him and knocked him out.

Steve wasted precious seconds in pulling off Danny's bullet proof vest, before he placed his arm across Danny's chest and kicked his way to the surface. Black spots had already started to invade his vision and he could feel his pulse beating against his throat.

The second his head broke through the surface he heaved in air, taking large gulps until he felt his head clear. His heart continued to beat hard inside his chest, because while he had gasped for breath, Danny had remained limp in his arm.

Panic raising in him, Steve used the adrenaline to give him strength for the swim back toward the shore. Just a few yards to their right, the pier was burning brightly and scorched pieces of wood were floating past him in the water.

His muscles were burning with exhaustion and his limbs were hurting from the blast and Steve was sure that some of the debris had hit him too. Then suddenly Chin and Kono were beside him, taking Danny from him and helping them both out of the water.

He stumbled along the shore behind his two coworkers, fell to his knees in the sand and watched as Kono shook her head, her fingers still pressed tightly against the pulse point on Danny's throat.

Chin placed his hands on Danny's chest, pressed down hard and watched as water dripped from his lips. Lips that were slightly blue and it scared Steve more than he would ever admit.

It was Kono, who gave Danny two quick breaths, before Chin started chest compressions. Steve watched through dropping eyelids as they repeated this cycle three, then four times, before Danny finally reacted and heaved underneath their touch. The two Hawaiian detectives quickly rolled him on his side and more water dripped out between violent coughs.

Tired blue eyes met Steve's worried hazel eyes and seeing that his partner was alright Steve dripped sideways into blackness.