I had some kind requests for a bit more to this story and my stubborn muse actually cooperated for a change. So here's Chapter 2.

Awareness crept back slowly accompanied by a soft but insistent voice.

"Lieutenant Commander? Can you hear me? Come on now, Mr. McGarrett, open your eyes for me."

A deeper, even more insistent voice, overrode the first. "Yeah, c'mon, Stevie—don't be a stubborn bitch." Danny glanced up at the female doctor, sheepish regret inching across his face when he saw her frown. "I mean, ass—stubborn ass." Despite the seemingly harsh words, there was a thread of worry underlying them.

McGarrett stirred restlessly on the examination table and moaned softly before opening his eyes to half-mast. His hands tightly gripped the sides of the table as the room spiraled around him. He swallowed before muttering, "Did you just call me Stevie?"

"Yeah, I did," replied the detective, "what're you going to do about it?"

"Kick your ass. Just as soon as the freakin' room stops spinning."

Danny grinned. "Ahhh, there's the lieutenant commander we all know and love."

"Love? What—am I dying now?"

"Okay, hate. The lieutenant commander we all know and hate."

"Now there's the Jersey detective I know." Steve chuckled then gasped as raw pain shot through his ribs and head. "Ow. Shit. Remind me not to laugh."

"And take all the fun out of this?" Danny snarked, rubbing a hand through his purposeful scruff.

Rolling her eyes good-naturedly, the doctor interrupted. "Mr. McGarrett, I'm Dr. Palaina. You've sustained a moderate concussion, two broken ribs on your right side as well as a deep laceration on the upper right arm and a sprained right wrist. We would like to keep you overnight for observation due to the concussion."

Steve glanced at the doctor and contemplated arguing but decided in the end to simply go along since moving and walking seemed like bad, bad ideas for the moment. He tipped his chin in acknowledgement before turning his attention to Danny.

"What happened?"

"I'll go make the arrangements," Dr. Palaina responded. "The resident will be in soon to stitch up your arm and wrap that wrist." She slipped quietly out of the room.

"Don't you remember? The gang of arsonists. Insurance scams. Explosion at the Amapele Warehouse."

McGarrett shook his head and immediately regretted it. He squeezed his eyes shut for a minute then focused his still-blurry gaze back on the blond detective.

"They scurried like rats when the building went up. We got 'em though," Danny assured proudly.

"We did?"

"Yep. All ten of them."

"Good," McGarrett was quiet for a few seconds, "Hey, did I get to say 'Book 'em, Danno'."

"Uhh, that would be a no," Danny rolled his eyes, "You were too busy staggering all over the place, with my invaluable help I might add, and puking on my shoe."


"Sooo, what?" Williams frowned, suspiciously.

"Well, I'd hate to break the streak and all…"

"You want to say it don't you?"

"Yeah, I kinda do."

"Seriously? Now? Even when it's all over and done?"


Danny harrumphed in utter exasperation. "You're crazy, you know that? Bat-shit crazy with a capital C, a capital R-A-Z, AND Y."

McGarrett simply grinned.

"Fine. Go ahead."

"Book 'em, Danno."