AIE MANAWA – BORROWED TIME

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or the Characters.

A/N: First fan fiction EVER… So I would appreciate some feedback. Positive or negative, both welcome so I can take it with me for the upcoming chapters. Just let me know what you think about it! The story is set mid Season 6.

Mahalo and Enjoy.

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Chapter One

It was 11.49 pm and it had been a very long and exhausting day. Everyone had left except for Steve and Danny. They were still finishing some paperwork in McGarrett's office. Steve planned to leave earlier but Danny insisted on finishing the pile of paperwork, before the weekend started and he was right. Coming back in on Monday to find a clean desk with no old cases and paperwork sounded quite nice. Danny had finished first. So he turned his tablet off and placed it on Steve's desk and walked towards a mini fridge Steve had in his office. Only to be disappointed when he saw the fridge was empty. Well there were three bottles of water but he liked the thought of a cold longboard more.

"Steve, you done?" Danny asked as he closed the almost empty fridge.

Steve responded not letting him get distracted from his work. "Almost, why won't you go ahead, grab a six-pack of longboards and meet me at my house?" "…" Steve looked up when he didn't get an immediate response from his partner. "What Danny?"

"Why Steve, why do I always have to pay for them. It would be nice if you would buy them once in a while you know."

"Hold on" Steve interrupted Danny before he rattled on. "It's not that I never buy! It's more efficient this way. We could be at my house at the same time. Or would you like to wait another ten minutes? Waiting. Doing nothing at all?"

It had been a long day so Danny wasn't up for a new argument.

"Fine, next time is on you buddy" Danny said as he grabbed his car keys from Steve's desk. "See you in 20 minutes" He pulled the office door open and walked away, leaving the offices, downstairs and outdoor to the parking lot.

Danny didn't realize he needed any fresh air, but as soon as he walked outside, he took a deep breath. Inhaling deep and letting his lungs fill with fresh air. He thought about tomorrow. Grace would come for the weekend. And Charlie would stop by on Sunday, as he had to be at the hospital for his regular checkup. Rachel offered to take Charlie so Danny could spend time with his little monkey. Well she wasn't that little anymore. God she grew up so fast.

Danny walked towards his car. Opened it and pulled his cell phone out of his left pocket as he stepped into his car. He placed the keys in the ignition, turned the engine on. And as he was about to flip his lights on he felt a sharp an unbearable pain in his back.

Danny looked around to see what caused this agonizing pain, but as soon as he did another sharp pain entered his body. Danny gasped in pain. What the hell was behind him? And well he was trying to figure that out a dark and low male voice spoke.

"It's your fault she is dead detective. Now you know what she felt, the minute you stopped fighting for her life."

The man stabbed with his 13-inch knife in complete rage. Over and over in Danny's back, right through his car seat. And with his final stab he said, "Your borrowed time has come to an end detective." He twisted the blade, poked a little and pulled it out. Wiping the blade clean on his jeans. He pushed the passengers seat forward, reached to the car keys and turned the engine off. He climbed out of Danny's car. Leaving Danny behind. Bleeding heavily, all over his car seat. His shirt was soaking up the blood. As Danny coughed, blood was coming out of his mouth. He gasped for air.

Danny wrapped his right arm around his stomach as the passenger's door closed. The only thing that came to his mind was the fact that his beloved Camaro needed to be fixed. Again. How ironic. He was dying and all he could think of was his stupid car. He really should have bought a different car though. Maybe a car that wouldn't have his heart skip a beat every time a bullet entered his Camaro. But it also worked as a lucky charm. It was safe to say that the Camaro saved his live more than once. But this time it was all different. He was dying

A wave of pain brought his thoughts back to reality. He heard something. Something familiar. His phone, someone called. Where was his damn phone? Danny looked around but he couldn't find it. His breathing was getting labored. The sound stopped. Fuck! He was trying to breathe, slowly and controlled, in and out. But it didn't seem to help. There was that sound again. He got called again. Then he felt it. His phone was still in his left hand. The moment he slides it to answer, his cell phone slipped away. Falling between his door and his seat. He heard Steve but he couldn't hear him clear.

"… you grab us something to eat too? Just left. Be there in, Danny?" Danny tried to say anything but nothing came out. "Danny you there?" Steve asked again. "Damned voicemail"

And with Steve on his mind Danny drifted away and the darkness took over.

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Steve walked towards the security guard ten minutes after Danny left his office. Which meant that he would be at his house first and that he could decide what they would watch on TV. There was a game on tonight, and he recorded it. He said the security guard good night, grabbed his phone and opened the big front door. Steve tried to call Danny but when he didn't answer it, he tried again. He waited a few seconds and then the call connected.

"Danny, I'm starving. So can u grab us something to eat too? I've just left the building, be there in…" Steve didn't hear anything. "Danny?" No response from his partner. So he asked again. "Danny you there?" God it must be Danny's voicemail he was talking too. "Damned voicemail." And he disconnected the call. Seriously! Why was it that Danny did not have a proper voicemail, so you would notice that he wasn't picking up. The only thing he had to record was something like "Leave a message."

Steve walked around his truck when he saw the Camaro. Still parked at the same spot where he parked it earlier this evening. Danny actually waited? My god. Danny often said that Steve was stubborn but Danny could be a stubborn ass as well. Steve walked towards the Camaro. It was dark but he could vaguely see Danny sit on the driver's side. Of course he wanted to drive his own damn car. So Steve opened the passenger's door and stepped in the Camaro.

"You stubborn ass" Steve said softly as he closed the passenger's door. Steve shot a look over at Danny. All of a sudden his world stopped and his stomach turned around.

"Danny?"

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A/N: To be continued... of course. This story will probably have 8 or 10 chapters, or even more. But for now I'm going to leave it here and see what you guys think and if it's worthy to continue. If it is… I will upload frequently. Once or twice a week. I would appreciate some feedback. Just let me know what you think. Mahalo!