Hi everyone and sorry for the waiting. Lots of things have happened including my cat needing surgery, which went well and me getting my dream job so I guess all in all I can consider myself a lucky person. With all the things going on I was distracted and kept away from writing but finally here it is, my new oneshot. I hope you all enjoy reading it and don't miss the non-existent slash in this one. I have a lot of new ideas for upcoming stories and most of them contain McDanno so look forward to them. Of course I haven't forgotten about my Control series (yeah I'm looking at you my lovely beta-babe XD) and the sequel to 'Shifting View'. I'm on it. :) Please bear with me, because one of my upcoming stories is one huge time-consuming monster full with complicated medical stuff and even an AU fic, so it might take some time. I prefer to complete it first, instead of uploading one chapter and do super slow updates and keep you waiting for more. My crazy muse decided to send me inspiration for the middle of the story, so I think she definitely needs a light kick in the right direction. XD

Disclaimer: They're still not mine. *sigh* So this is purely fanmade. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Sorry, for my long author's note. Now have fun reading and leave a review if you like it. My muse lives from these. ;)

Chapter 01

The stressful week that was lying behind them had left a lot of paperwork for the Five-0 members so they concentrated on getting it done before a new case could interrupt them. It was Wednesday and they all looked forward to the weekend, hoping that they could spend it with rest. Chin sorted the reports while Kono made a back up for the digital evidence like photos. Steve and Danny wrote report after report in their offices.

Steve looked tiredly at the growing pile of files on his desk that he still had to sign. He sighed, rubbed his face and stood up then walked to Danny's office and stuck his head in the door.

"You have a minute?"

Danny looked up and nodded. He looked really tired and a bit pale so Steve entered the room and got closer.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

"You're worried about my health?" Steve looked at Danny like he had asked the dumbest question ever.

"Of course I am. Now tell me what's wrong with you."

"I think I caught Grace's cold when she was at my place last weekend. I'm having a headache, feel a bit tired and I think I'm developing a sore throat."

"Aw man that sucks. You should go home and get some rest."

"And leave you guys alone with all this paperwork. No, can't do this."

"It will wait for you, Danno. No worries." Danny laughed.

"You're too kind."

"Hey listen, I wanted to order something to eat. Let's take a break from all those files and sit together for a while, recharge."

"Sounds good, are you paying?"

Steve just smirked in reply and went ahead, Danny following him with a sigh. Why did he even ask, when he already knew the answer?

Chin had offered to pay the food and Kono joined him on the ride to the Chinese restaurant to pick it up.

Later they sat together at HQ, enjoying their meal and chatted about the latest cases and other stuff. While they ate up, Danny left the good half of his food and pushed it aside like its smell made him nauseous.

"Hey, brah, are you alright", Chin asked, his concern clearly audible.

"Yeah, don't feel so well, though. I must have caught Grace's flu. You better stay away from me, if you don't want to get sick."

Chin looked sympathetically at him, but retreated like Danny suggested. Steve came closer, gently grabbing Danny's arm to get his attention.

"You can leave anytime you want, Danno. I can tell you're tired so just let me know and I'll drop you off at home, okay?"

"You only want to drive my car, admit it." As Steve looked a bit puzzled, Danny laughed.

"Just kidding. Thanks for the offer, but I'm able to go home by my own and besides that you would have to stay at my place if you drop me off with the Camaro and there's really no need for that. I just need to lie down a bit."

"Okay, but promise me to take care and get proper rest. If you don't feel up to it, stay at home and take the next day off."

"Yes, mom and now stop giving me your aneurysm face."

"I don't have an aneurysm face", Steve replied.

"Yeah of course not, babe." Danny smiled at him.

It took Danny only one hour to officially admit that he was starting to feel more exhausted and he could tell that he was coming down with something. He apologized to Steve, who shook it off with a gentle pat on his shoulder and another reminder to take it easy and the others who wished him to get better soon.

"I'll drop by later and bring you some meds and other stuff."

"There's really no need to fuss over me like a mother hen, Steve. As I said, all I need is to lie down and get some sleep. I really think it's just the flu."

"Fine, but let me do it, so I feel better, okay?"

Danny smiled.

"Okay", he answered, knowing that Steve couldn't help himself.

Steve went right to Danny's house after work, not caring about anything else but making sure he was okay. Even though Danny had reassured him it was only the flu he wouldn't stop worrying until he saw with his own eyes that Danny was fine. Steve wouldn't tell Danny, but in his mind he always contrived with what kind of argument he could convince Danny to let him stay at his place over night. Steve knocked on the front door but didn't receive an answer. He tried to open the door and to his discomfort it wasn't locked.

"Danny? Hey, where are you? You forgot to lock the door."

As he stepped further into the living room he saw shards of glass on the floor and immediately looked around, hands on the holster ready to grab his gun, but couldn't see any threat, everything was completely quiet.

"Danno?" Steve called out again, this time a bit more quietly.

Suddenly a coughing followed by a pained groan caught Steve's attention and he surrounded the couch, seeing Danny lying on his side in front of it and shaking viciously.

"Danny!"

Steve urged to his side grabbing him firmly on his shoulders in an attempt to stop his partner's convulsion and let him know that he was here. Danny sweated and felt hot to the touch, but shivered like he was freezing.

"Danny, can you hear me? What happened?"

Danny wheezed and Steve looked worriedly at him, not sure if he should call immediately for an ambulance or wait and try to comprehend the situation. This looked far worse than just a flu.

"Hey, Danno. You with me? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Dizzy...tried to...call you", Danny croaked out and reached out a hand that Steve grabbed with his own, squeezing it lightly.

"It's alright. I'm here now. But Danno, this is not a normal flu."

"Will...better."

"I'm not sure this will get better if you stay here. You should go to the hospital."

"No...hospital."

"Danny", Steve tried again, this time talking more sternly.

"Please..."

Danny's voice was soft and he looked up to Steve, his eyes more clear than they were before and now pleading.

"Okay, I'll get you into the bed and take your temperature first, but if I don't like what I see I'll bring you to the hospital even if I have to carry you."

"Okay", Danny breathed out and let Steve get him up into his arms and carry to the bedroom.

Steve gently lowered Danny to the bed and laid a hand on the side of Danny's face.

"You're burning up. I'll go grab the thermometer and some towels. Stay here."

Danny snorted lightly.

"Not plannin' to leave", he slurred in response.

Steve smiled worriedly then hurried to get the items. He came back in record time and Danny looked confused at him.

"You left", he mumbled questioning.

"What?"

"Didn't see you leave. Fast lightnin'" Steve laughed.

"Yeah I didn't want to leave you alone so I hurried up. Now hold still while I take your temperature, Danno."

Steve held the thermometer into Danny's ear and waited until it slightly beeped. He looked on the display and frowned.

"Bad?", Danny asked and coughed harshly, but Steve helped him up and held him steady while he caught his breath. As Danny's breath evened he was propped against some pillows by Steve and silently thanked him.

"It's at 102,4. I would feel more relieved if it was lower." Steve laid the thermometer on the nightstand then reached for the glass of water and medicine he had brought as well.

"Here, take some Tylenol. It should help with the fever."

Danny took the tablet Steve handed him and the glass of water, taking small sips and swallowed the Tylenol. Steve placed the glass back on the nightstand then grabbed one of the towels and placed it on Danny's forehead, gently wiping off the sweat. Danny sighed and closed his eyes.

"Feels good?", Steve asked.

"Yeah, but my head is killing me and the coldness doesn't make it better."

"The Tylenol will help with that too, just wait a moment."

"How did you get in here?", Danny asked completely out of context and caught Steve off-guard who looked into two hazy blue eyes.

"You forgot to lock the door, which reminds me I should go and do it for you."

"You gonna stay here?"

"What, am I supposed to leave you alone like this? No way, Danny. Give me a minute, I'll be right back."

Danny nodded and let his tired eyes shut.

When he came back Danny seemed to sleep but he shivered again and Steve came closer, carefully removing the towel that had slipped from Danny's forehead and was now resting beside his ear. Danny moaned lightly and shifted then flickered his eyes open and tried to focus.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you", Steve apologized as he reached forward and unbuttoned Danny's shirt.

"Wha' are you doin'." Danny's speech was slurred, but Steve couldn't tell if it was out of sleepiness or the fact that he was sick. It worried him even more, either way.

"Relax, you're sweating Danno and I'm quite sure this is what causes your shivers. I will wash you and get you into dry clothes."

Danny weakly tried to fight off Steve, but he stopped as Steve carefully grabbed his hands and he wasn't able to free them.

"Stop it, Danno. I won't go below the waist, okay? So don't act like a girl."

"'m not", was Danny's mumbled reply and Steve huffed out a laugh.

"Good, now can you turn on your side so I can take this shirt off you?"

Danny struggled and bit his lip but did as Steve asked.

"Are you okay?", Steve asked as he noticed his partners discomfort.

"Hurts."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere." Steve sighed.

"A bit more precise, please?"

"Muscles everywhere, joints, throat, head, chest."

Steve smiled sympathetically at Danny who groaned as he lay on his side, then he removed Danny's clammy shirt and wiped off the sweat from his partner's back with the wet towel and made sure that his back was dry before he asked Danny to get back on it. He continued to wash Danny and then helped him into one of his shirts that he used to wear at home. Even though Steve had expected Danny to protest, he couldn't hold back the laughter when he pulled on Danny's trousers and earned a "Get away from my pants, you animal". Steve didn't listen and tried to ignore Danny's mumbled rants of how was this "won't go below the waist" and "damn Navy SEAL who have a grudge against clothes" to "first he takes my car, now my pants, what comes next". When Danny stopped to catch his breath, Steve was almost grateful for the break and handed Danny new pants that were much more comfortable as the ones for work.

"Or do you want me to dress you, babe?"

Danny glared at him.

"Don't you dare, Steven."

As Danny was completely dressed, Steve placed the blanket over him and watched the shivering starting to fade. Suddenly Danny coughed violently and wheezed, his face scrunched in pain. Steve pulled him up and got him back on the pillows, his torso upright so he could breath more easily. A touch on Danny's pale skin confirmed his apprehension that the fever didn't go down.

"I don't like this, Danny." Steve's tone was serious and even though Danny's head was foggy he could make out the concern.

"And don't say, all you need is sleep, because I don't buy it", added Steve before Danny could say something.

"So what? You'll haul me to the hospital?"

"I should do that, yes. The only thing that keeps me from doing it, is that you asked me to let you stay here."

"The fever is not that high."

"If Grace would have that temperature you would freak out."

"Yeah, probably", Danny admitted with a smile.

"Now let me sleep and regain my strength so when I wake up I can order you around."

"Ah so that's why you want to stay at your place. You want me to play nurse for you."

Danny laughed but stopped as it turned into a cough that strained his already aching throat and chest.

"Here, drink a bit more. It will soothe your throat. I'll make you some soup when you wake up later."

"Thanks, mom."

"Don't get cheeky, Danno", Steve warned but smiled amused at him.

"Must be the fever."

Steve nodded slightly, knowing that Danny suffered from a headache and slight confusion but was clear enough to form proper thoughts.

He couldn't be mad at Danny, because their banter and his partner's jokes showed that he was okay considering the circumstances.

"Danny?"

"Huh?"

"Can you tell me what happened in the living room? For a moment I thought someone broke in after I saw all the shards of glass."

"Sorry, Steve. It was my fault. When I came home, I went straight for the couch. Later, I wanted to drink something, but when I got back from the kitchen, I felt dizzy. Guess you found me after I dropped the glass and collapsed."

"Hearing this totally calms me down, thank you."

Danny smiled and grabbed Steve's hand.

"It's okay. I'm relieved that you came. Didn't feel so good, but now I'm better."

"You must really feel bad, if you admit it."

Steve gently rubbed his thumb over Danny's knuckles and smiled at him.

"Try to sleep, Danno. I'll be right here, if you need anything."

"Thanks."

"No problem. That's why I came over."