A/N: In an attempt to help me overcome my writers block my beta, Kylen, offered to give me some writing assignments. This is what happened…another new story set.


A Danny/Steve cargument with Kono in the back seat with Danny, doing some sort of first aid while Steve drives them to the hospital, so yes, Danny's ranting has a purpose.

Blood in the Water

"Would you put your shirt back on?" Steve asked as he drove – a little too quickly - through the streets of Honolulu.

"I have to stop the bleeding," Danny stated frantically as he wrapped his damp shirt around Kono's foot and didn't pay any attention to Steve's speed, which was out of character for Daniel Williams.

Kono rolled her eyes from her place across the back seat, with three surfboards between her and Danny, and her leg elevated up almost over her head.

"It's not that bad," Kono stated as she tried to move to sit properly in the cramped back seat.

"I have a first aid kit in the trunk. Do you want me to pull over and get it out for you?" Steve asked.

"No, just keep driving! We have to get Kono to the hospital before she bleeds out."

"She's not going to bleed out!" both Kono and Steve shouted.

"You don't know that!" Danny yelled back at them. "I saw the bone; it's as deep as the bone!"

"It doesn't even hurt that much!" Kono said and looked passed the surfboards and into the trunk. "I think I can reach the first aid kit from here – I can see it."

"Don't bother," Steve stated as he eyed his partner in the rearview mirror, "Danny's shirt is already acting as a bandage. You may as well not waste any of my good supplies when he's already scarified his shirt for you."

Kono half chuckled, half groaned, as Danny shot her a disapproving glare.

"You could have been shark food had we left you there in the ocean bleeding all over!" Danny ranted. "How did you not noticed that your foot was sliced wide open and bleeding all over the place?"

"I noticed when I saw the blood on my board," Kono said with a shrug, "you're the one that had a freak out and insisted I go to the hospital."

"In Danny's defense, it looks like it needs stitches."

"I'm not denying that it does, but it's nothing that Danny should be panicking about." Kono retorted as she looked at Steve in the rear view mirror. "I mean, it's my foot and I'm not panicking. I'm more interested to know how it happened. I swear I didn't feel a thing, and it looks like a clean cut. I wonder what I did."

"I was panicking because you were 'chumming' the waters with your own blood, and didn't even know it, while Steve and I were out there in the water with you. I don't want to be shark bait, thank you very much!" Danny stated.

"If that were the case, why are you still panicking?" Kono asked and folded her arms over her chest as she glared across the back seat at Danny.

"Because, now you are bleeding all over my car, and my shirt," Danny huffed.

"Again, there is a first aid kit in the trunk!" Steve stated. "The ruined shirt and the bleeding all over the truck could have been avoided back on the beach before you hustled Kono into the car and demanded that I step on it!"

"It's too late for that now, we're almost at Kings." Danny stated as he threw up his hands in defeat.

"Thank God!" Kono said with an overly exaggerated sigh. "I need to get out of this car and away from you!"

"I'm just trying to help!"

"Danny, you're idea of help – even though you mean well – is annoying as hell," Steve said as he pulled the car to a stop. "Now, you can stay in the car because you don't have a shirt to wear into that public establishment!"

"I can reach one of your shirts in the trunk!" Danny retorted.

Steve rolled his eyes and watched as Danny pulled on a plain white T-Shirt that was slightly too big for him.

"Is this what you two do, day in and day out, when you get into this car together?" Kono asked as Steve helped her out of the backseat – via the driver's side door.

"What, you mean Danny's ranting?" Steve asked with a smile.

"I don't rant!"

"You do too, all the time!"

"How have you two not killed each other? I mean, come on, you get into a car together and you're armed, it wouldn't be hard to just shoot him and end the misery all together." Kono said to Steve as she leaned on his arm and hopped on one foot to the entrance to the hospital – with her other foot bandaged to the knee with Danny's shirt.

"I don't have to take this!" Danny stated as he leaned on the Camaro.

"You can stay and pout in the car," Steve said over his shoulder as he and Kono continued their slow progress toward the hospital.

"I don't pout!"

"Yes you do - All the time!"