Ok these are going to be just some one shots...sorry I get easily bored and to get refocussed on my other stories I stray a bit...and honestly i really don't hate baseball it is my favorite

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The Camaro came to a screeching stop, inches from the back of the perps car. Danny grabbed the dash cursing Steve, but he was out and running before Danny thought he had even put it into park. Danny was out the passenger door seconds behind him but Steve's long legs gained ground long ahead of him. HPD squad cars slid into place surrounding the warehouse…..the only escape would be the water.

Steve had his gun pulled and cleared the next corner out of Danny's sight, he cursed him again as he rushed to make the turn and catch up. Danny cleared the corner skidding to a stop.

The first perp long ahead of McGarrett, a second?…where did he come from?, the bat had just swung connecting hard… a second swing that was just as brutal.

Danny yelled taking up his stance "Five-0 drop it!...you take one more swing at him and I'll take you out"

Steve was trying to get his feet back under him.

"Steve stay down!"

"I said drop it …now!"

The perp looked at the downed man smiled and raised the bat again…the sound of a shot rang out…..the bat dropped and the perp followed.

Danny ran up kicked the bat away, flipping the perp and cuffing him as an HPD officer caught up….get him out of here and call an ambulance.

Steve sputtered "I'm good…just winded…."

Danny knelt beside him hands held out but not touching. "Ok seriously McGarrett I know you're not into the touchy feely stuff but I'm going to check you over."

He received a glare in return.

"And really that face isn't going to work…..you my friend just got hit with a bat…not once, but twice…and let me tell you something, I know baseball….and if you were the ball…..that would have been a home run…both times….now humour me and let me look"

Danny eased Steve over pulling his shirt up, he ran his hands carefully over his ribs and stomach, avoiding putting too much pressure on the already darkening marks. Steve sucked in a breath at the discomfort it caused.

"You have busted ribs….so you just earned yourself a trip to the ER" Danny stated as he pulled Steve's shirt gently back into place.

"I hate baseball!" Steve said as he let his eyes slip closed

"Well that's understandable….you're not suppose to impersonate the ball"

Steve cracked an eye "I think I hate you now too"

Danny smiled "Yeah well firstly that's my line, and if it makes you feel any better, with that attitude ,I just benched you for the next few weeks"