After over a year long hiatus, here is the final installment. Jeez, I'm as bad as Steven Moffat. :)

I apologize for how long this took to post. I lost my muse for awhile and when I got it back, I wasn't satisfied with it. I finally decided to post this anyways and simply end the wait. I am so sorry to all of you out there waiting for it, but I told you I would never abandon a story. This is me keeping my word.

Disclaimer(s): I do not own Hawaii Five-O or Hitch, the movie from which this quote comes.

Please enjoy this final installment!

Danny looked out at the ocean and breathed in the salty air, enjoying the night by the beach for once. That may have something to do with the fact that he was simply happy to be alive too, but he chose to ignore that.

Looking over at his partner, he saw the evidence of what they had gone through: the cast around his wrist, the bottle of medication that he was on for the pain, and the fact that he was drinking a soda instead of a Longboard; also, the fact that his partner was sleeping peacefully in the setting sun without a worry. Danny hoped that the reason for that was that he was so relaxed around Danny that he didn't worry about it and knew that he had his back.

Danny smiled and stood up, stretching out his sore knee and ignoring the twinge of pain that came from his sling-ed arm. His thoughts ran back to earlier that day and the events that transpired.

The house had been cleared of people on the top floor and all that remained was the basement beneath Steve and Danny. Finding the door, they took the positions, nodding to each other to signify their readiness. Danny kicked down the door and, as always, Steve entered first, gun sweeping the area. The dark basement held a meth lab, tubes and bottles scattered all around with particles of dust floating through the air and making Steve almost choke. Before Danny even had a chance to get to the bottom of the stairs, gunfire erupted, causing the two Five O men to scurry to cover, diving behind a table as bottles above them shattered and showered them in glass.

"Why can't they ever just come peacefully?!" Danny yelled above the din.

"Because it's more fun this way!" Steve yelled back, smiling at the beginning of his partner's rant. They both stood at the same time and fired towards their opponents, taking a few down. A grunt next to Steve followed by the sound of stumbling was lost among the noise, but the sight of a vial falling and erupting into flame was not.

Steve's eyes widened as he saw the fire spread. "Danny! Go! Run!" He said, shoving his partner towards the stairs as they continued to fire, but it was too late. The basement exploded, sending Danny and Steve flying up the stairs and into the top of the house.

Steve shook his head and reached beside him, grabbing his partner and leaping to his feet, collapsing when his ankle gave and refused to support his weight. Danny was by him in an instant, throwing one of his arms over his shoulders and pulling him to his feet, moving towards the door. "Steve! Come on!"

They hobbled outside, both of them leaning on each other, and fell into the grass, watching as the flames consumed the house and firefighters rushed forward to put out the blaze.

Danny looked over at his partner, seeing his soot and sweat covered face as he panted raggedly and looked down at his busted ankle. Steve looked up and met his eyes, both of them looking up-and- down to make sure that they were alive. It took them a few scans to really convince themselves that the other was indeed alive, but they did and smiled at each other instead of analyzing.

In the midst of the chaos of sirens blaring and people running, the two partners were somewhat forgotten on the lawn, laughing in their own personal joke. They had come out of everything alive and the laughter was the only way to relieve the emotion they were feeling. Steve was grateful to have Danny alive and to be alive himself and Danny was feeling the exact same emotions.

Slowly, the laughter died away and left the two men panting on the lawn. An occasional cough occupied the space and they started to become aware of their many aches and pains.

Steve looked over at his best friend and frowned at the blood that he was beginning to notice. It was mostly clustered on his shoulder in the thin space between his vest and his arm. Some frayed edges showed that the vest had been unsuccessful in stopping the bullet so close to the edge. "Hey. Danny. Let me see your shoulder."

"What?" Danny asked, looking down at his shoulder as if just realizing the pain.

Steve pulled himself closer to his partner and pulled his vest off, being mindful of the wound and making sure that it wasn't the only thing holding Danny's blood inside his body. The wound was a clean through and through and it wasn't even bleeding that badly, but Steve still wanted to get his partner help. "Does it hurt real bad?"

Danny looked down at it and Steve could see the pain beginning to appear on his face, so he didn't really believe his friend when he answered. "It's not too bad. How's your leg?"

Danny could see the same on Steve's face, but the man still responded with, "It's fine. We need to get you to an ambulance."

"We need to get you to an ambulance."

They said the statement at the same time and they simply stared at each other before smiling in synchrony as well.

Steve's smile disappeared; though, as Danny slowly stood, avoiding his bad knee, and reached down towards him. "Woah, buddy. What're you doin?"

"We're getting us to an ambulance. Come on, take my hand." Danny said, sounding very exasperated at having to explain himself.

"But you're arm . . . you're leg-." Steve was interrupted by the annoyed New Jersian.

"You're leg and you're wrist!"

Steve looked down at his wrist and saw the bruised swelling that resided there. In typical fashion, it only began to hurt when he looked at it. He meant to say that it didn't hurt, but the word, "Ow," somehow slipped past his filter.

"Uh huh. Come on, Super SEAL."

Steve accepted the hand that Danny offered with his uninjured one and gratefully wrapped an arm over Danny's shoulders. Together, they stumbled towards the ambulance like some kind of weird, four legged monster.

Danny smiled at that final thought. Four legged monster. Taking the seat next to his partner and snuggling down into the worn wood, he relaxed and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before his breathing evened out and he joined his other half in Lala-land. They had almost died today. He could've lost his best friend and that would have been worse than dying himself, but he hadn't. They were alive and well. So he would drink this moment in. Before completely losing consciousness, a quote presented itself to his mind. Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.

Danny was definitely drinking in this moment, and it was taking his breath away.

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