Hey guys! I wanted to get this new chapter out pretty quickly so I didn't have to leave you guys hanging again during another CRAZY week. :) Sorry, but this chapter is kinda short. While writing it, I came upon how I wanted to end it and ran with it. BUT HAVE NO WORRIES! I already have an idea about what I'm going to write next. Anyways, I will shut up and let you guys read!

Disclaimer: I (again) do not own Hawaii Five-O or its characters. If I did, there would be A LOT more Danny whump, just saying. :)

ENJOY!

Steve looked out onto his lanai, seeing Danno comfortably situated in one of his chairs. So comfortably, in fact, that he was lightly dozing to the sounds of the ocean, something he had gotten semi-used to during his time in Hawaii. He'd gladly trade it for a car horn, Steve thought with amusement.

Danny had been released into Steve's custody two days after . . . the incident with Rachel. The infection had been successfully eradicated, much to Steve and Danny's delight, and Danny was pleasantly on the road to recovery.

The night had been slow and peaceful, including a "calm", as Steve had put it, game of Battleship, because it turns out that it is the only board game that Steve owns and Danny was too weak still to do anything physical. The game had been filled with much peeking, claiming it was reconnaissance, and imaginary submarines that could never be sunk. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who won because he had called in reinforcements, A.K.A he claimed that the ships that reappeared were actually new ones and not the ones that Danny had previously sunk.

Dinner had been light and they hadn't talked much, and, if they did, the topic always seemed to wander back to what was being done with Mitch. He was going to jail, for a very long time, and, if he ever got out, it was going to be very hard to leave the halls of the psychiatric ward.

Now, gathering the two small pills in his hand and picking up the glass of water, he walked out onto the lanai and placed the water on the table, taking a seat on the edge of his own chair next to Danny's. He gently touched Danny's uninjured shoulder, trying not to startle the napping detective.

Danny slowly woke, looking over at his partner and his hand before swinging his legs over the edge and stiffly sitting up, Steve's hand never leaving his arm. "Thanks," Danny said, taking the pills and swallowing them, replacing the glass to its position on the table.

Steve looked at his tired friend as he pulled his hand back, noticing the minuet droop in his shoulders and the glint of pain in his eyes. "How are you feeling?"

Danny sighed and smiled, looking up as his partner. "How do I feel?" Danny winced and rubbed his shoulder, resting his chin against his chest, causing Steve's hand to once more appear on his arm. "Not great. I at least don't feel sick anymore, but . . ." He shook his head and heavily blinked his eyes, trying to purge the sleepiness from his eyes.

Steve smiled, knowing, from personal experience, that what Danny was feeling wasn't wrong or strange, but completely normal. "I know, Danno. You just gotta give it time."

Danny smiled and looked back up at his partner. "You do know that I have been shot before, right?"

Steve mouth continued to smile, even though his eyes turned haunted. "Yes, Danno. I know." And how well I know.

As hard as Steve tried to hide it, Danny noticed. "You ok, Steve?"

Steve's eyes came back to his smile as he looked up at his partner. His annoying, ridiculous, flamboyant partner . . . The partner that he loved like a brother and would do anything for. Shaking his head, with his arm still on Danny's, he said, "Yeah Danno. I'm ok."

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