Steve McGarrett had no problem breaking rules if the ends justified the means. It was something that drove his partner crazy. Danny was all about rules and procedures. It was almost like a pavlovian response for Danny to read him the riot act when Steve crossed the proverbial line. It was amusing to watch the blonde's blue eyes light up with indignation and his hands go flying around in subconscious motions. But somehow, Steve figured, Danny wouldn't find much amusement in this situation.

The guardian angel had basically ordered Steve not to tell Danny about the impending accident, citing some cosmic repercussions. It left him torn. The SEAL in him knew he couldn't disobey a direct order. But then there was the other part of his brain, the post-military-5-0 side that was screaming at him that he couldn't sit back and allow his partner-his lover-to die.

This internal debate had been raging in his mind all morning, leaving him mentally vacant from the world around him. Danny knew something was up. He'd been giving Steve those looks that said 'You're-worrying-me-and-that-pisses-me-off'. So as badly as he wanted to keep Danny within his sights at all times, Steve sent his partner out with Kono for some reason that he couldn't remember now.

He was a mess as he sat in his office and weighed the pros and cons of the decision. Pro: Steve keeps Danny from dying. Con: Steve doesn't actually save Danny's life. He groaned and ran his hands through his hair roughly. It wasn't fair. He didn't want this responsibility. He never wanted to be God (despite what Danny may think). It shouldn't be up to him whether his partner lives or dies.

"Okay McGarrett, what the hell is your problem?" Steve had been so lost in his internal war that he hadn't seen Danny enter his office. He looked up at his partner who was standing just inside the door in his 'I'm-going-to-lecture-you-and-you-WILL-listen' stance.

"What are you-"

"No." Danny cut him off, holding up a hand. "I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth except an explanation as to why you've been walking around with that kicked puppy look on your face all day."

"I can't, Danny." Steve sighed heavily.

"You can't? What do you mean 'you can't'?" The blonde exclaimed.

"It's…classified." Steve said and then winced when he realized how stupid it sounded.

"Classified? No Steven, we are not in the army so nothing can be classified especially not from me because I'M YOUR PARTNER!" Danny shouted. Steve hung his head, his resolve slowly slipping away.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He admitted.

"Try me." Danny declared, crossing his arms over his chest. Steve sighed again. Damn the consequences, he had to tell him.

"I had a dream last night. You were on your way back to from picking up Grace to come get me when some asshole in an SUV ran a red light and slammed into the Camaro. You and Grace were both hurt in the accident-"

"That's no dream. That's a nightmare." Danny interrupted. Steve hesitated a second before continuing. This was the most unbelievable part of the story.

"Grace was supposed to die in the accident but your guardian angel managed to convince the Angel of Death to take you instead." Steve choked on the words a little. It was the first time he had vocalized Danny dying. Steve had watched the way his face had paled when he had said it was supposed to be Grace and the confusion on his face currently. He knew how insane it all sounded but he needed his partner to believe him.

"It's not bad enough that you almost get me killed in real life but now you're knocking me off in your dreams too? Gee thanks babe." He said sarcastically. Steve could see it was a front to mask the hint of fear in his voice.

"Look I know you think I'm crazy-"

"I do not think. I know." Danny interjected.

"-But this was the realest dream I've ever had. It felt as real to me as my father dying. When you asked me this morning why I looked like I'd seen a ghost it was because I thought I had. I woke up thinking you were gone." Danny looked at his dark haired companion and saw the conviction in his eyes. Steve really believed everything he was saying.

"Because I technically wasn't supposed to tell you anything. I wasn't supposed to stop you from getting in the accident because it could lead to unforeseen consequences and that you could still be in danger, or at least that's what your guardian angel told me." Steve bit his lips. Danny threw his hands in the air.

"Some guardian angel I have." He scoffed.

"Well, she does look like Rachel." Steve shrugged. Danny rolled his eyes.

"Great, well that explains a lot." Danny muttered. He then looked at Steve with a bewildered expression. "Wait a minute, you've been talking with my guardian angel?" He asked as the insanity of the situation finally set in.

"Ya."

"You do realize that guardian angels don't actually exist right?" Danny said slowly as if he were explaining it to a small child. Steve rolled his eyes.

"I told you it was going to sound insane but it felt real and I don't want to risk losing you to find out if it really is or not. "

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I don't want you to go pick up Grace this afternoon. Call Rachel and tell her we caught a case or something, just don't go." Steve practically begged.

"You realize I'm never going to hear the end of this, right?" Danny reminded as he pulled out his phone.

"At least you'll be alive to hear it." Steve pointed out. Danny rolled his eyes as he made the call. Steve felt the pressure in his chest relieve a little bit. Danny was alive and safe…for now.

"I just have one question." Danny said as he ended his phone call. "Why do you get to talk to my guardian angel?"