Authors's Note: This is my first Five 0 Fic, even though I've been in love with the show since it began in 2010. Hope everyone reads and reviews. Cheers!

Jersey Slip

It wasn't a special day on the Islands of Hawaii. In fact it hadn't been a special week for anyone. Not that that was a bad thing in the office of the governors task force. Nothing special meant that the criminals had been keeping to their own. No tourists had been killed, abducted, robbed, threatened or had revealed secret identities to lead to a massive man hunt involving half the worlds elite task forces.

No bombs had gone off, no bombs had threatened to be set off and it seemed even the gang activity had been quiet. What little crimes had come up had quickly been dealt with either by HPD or Five-0 had wrapped it up in hours. Turns out, it was just the stupid criminals this week.

So either the police forces on the Islands had been doing their job so well that the crooks decided to take a vacation or they were all planning some massive assault all at once.

Hopefully, Detective Danny Williams thought to himself, they'd at least hold off until Monday. He could handle that. He'd had a quiet week just like the criminals. Yesterday, he'd even had enough time to leave work early and take Grace out for Shave Ice then to a movie. Granted the movie was mind numbing and ridiculously colourful like the rest of these Islands but the smile on his daughter's face was definitely worth it.

He wouldn't be here otherwise.

"You know Danno, a mess like that would have had me running until I puked back in Basic." Danny looked up from the mess of papers surrounding the computer on his desk to where Steve McGarrett had appeared. The Navy SEAL lazily leaned his six foot ridiculous frame against the Detective's doorway.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not in the Navy, isn't it?" he asked rising to his feet.

"Hey, look at that, you got it right," Steve grinned as only he could. Danny gave him a raised Jersey brow before stretching his back and looking down at the clock on his computer. Much to his excitement it was five o'clock Friday afternoon and their quiet week, was at last, done.

"Clockin' out time, it's a thing of beauty," Danny smiled. He quietly shut down his computer, shoved all his papers into a locked desk drawer then looked up. "First rounds on me, Navy, then you can run 'til you puke all you want," he offered. At the offer Steve stood up planting his hands on his hips.

"I'm sorry did I miss something? What's got you so sunshine and rainbows?" he asked. Danny just shrugged as he switched off his desk light and headed toward the man in the doorway.

"I had a good time with Grace last night," he replied. "Thanks, by the way, for letting me off early." Steve snorted as he followed Danny out into the hallway like a curious puppy dog. A curious puppy dog that ate nails and spat out bullets as his morning routine but a loyal pup none the less.

"Ah," Steve waved. "Wasn't like we had much to do anyway."

"Yes…" Danny said just as Chin and Kono appeared from Chin's office. "Which is why I appreciate you letting me go early before you found something to blow up or someone to shoot at me."

"I live to please," Steve grinned. And one day, Danny knew he would make the man eat that smile.

For now it was okay because as much as there was quirks and ticks about the man Danny called his boss, he wouldn't have anyone else as his back up. Because as laid back and easy as Steve could appear, usually when Danny was finding something to freak out about, the man was a weapon.

One look in Steve's eyes and even if he was smiling, you could see a calm calculation. It was like every moment was a massive chess game that had to be studied, calculated and then intricately moved around the board until Steve was satisfied or everyone else was dead.

"Chin, Kono, first rounds on Danny, let's go before he changes his mind," Steve offered up his partner's wallet.

"I'm game Brah," Chin shrugged.

"I think we deserve it after such an awesome week," Kono grinned.

"We didn't do anything," Steve replied as his face squirreled into that of a constipated child.

"Exactly, boss," Kono replied. She gave her cousin a pat on the back, "Exactly."

As it turned out, everyone was in a particularly good mood that evening. They headed out to a nice beach side Tiki bar and everything seemed to be just right. The temperature was perfect, the Longboards had just enough cool condensation running down them and soon enough, the food that was doled out was perfectly spiced.

No one paid any attention to the time as the group was just enjoying each other's company. They chatted about nothing and everything, threw some jokes around and in the end, just really enjoyed a beautiful Hawaiian night.

Finally though, they decided to call it a night. They all went in their separate directions and Danny went to bed thinking that maybe, the world wasn't so bad.

But Danny was a cop and like all good cops, your happiness is usually brought to an end with a sudden and alarming punch in the face. Or in this case, a constant hammering on the door of his most recent rented apartment.

"Oh I hate you world," Danny grumbled into his pillow. "Go away!" he yelled. When the banging not only didn't stop but increased, Danny rolled toward his alarm clock and growled at the three am flashing back at him.

Once he finished growling, he climbed out of bed, threw on a t-shirt and marched to the door.

"Someone better be dying!" he snarled as he reached for the baseball bat he kept just next to the door. Most cops would just go straight for their gun but Danny always kept the thing locked away at home for Grace's sake. That and after living with McGarrett for a short while he'd learned guns and late nights don't mix.

The incident hadn't been a major one, it happened the second night Danny had been sleeping on the man's couch. It had started with Danny having to take a late night piss and ended with him walking out of the bathroom directly into the barrel of a gun as a bleary eyed, sleep deprived Navy SEAL growled at him to identify himself. Danny in turn had reacted as a trained cornered officer would. He knocked the gun away and punched Steve in the face.

Coarse it hadn't helped that both men had been up for almost 72 hours on a case and that was supposed to be their first real night of sleep. But after that, Danny had convinced Steve to lock the gun away instead of sleeping with it like a teddy bear.

So Danny, who'd played a lot of baseball back in Jersey, had always kept a bat by the door. Late night intruders would get a face full of wood if they weren't careful but at least he wouldn't accidentally shoot a friend.

The incessant knocking kept going as Danny reached the door.

"Aaaaalright!" he yelled leaning against the door to listen. And damn this cheap apartment building for not having peep holes in the door. "Who is it?" he spat. The knocking suddenly stopped,

"S'me Danny."

McGarrett, it had to be Steve F***ing McGarrett to rain on his quiet weekend plans at three am.

"I'm not even going to open this door Steven, go home, call me at a normal non military hour," Danny said. He put his bat down and turned away from the door quiet content to leave well enough alone.

But then he heard something he never, every expected to hear from his partner.

"P, please Danny… I need help."

There were a few sentences the detective never expected to hear from Steve McGarrett;

"Danny, can you drive?"

"Danny I'm going to stop calling you Danno."

"Does this dress make me look fat?" And lastly,

"Danny, I need your help." Because for Steve to need help it had to mean it was a situation he couldn't handle himself. Steve, being the chess master of intelligence and the Chuck Norris of Hawaii, a situation he couldn't handle usually meant the world was coming to an end.

Danny practically ripped his chain off the door and swung it open. As soon as he did, he took a step back in surprise.

"What the hell happened to you?" he exclaimed. Steve's face had blood trailing down one side, he held his arm tightly to his chest and his eyes were wide and filled with every emotion in the book.

"I need to borrow your car," Steve said. He pushed his way into the apartment, limping all the way and started searching around. "Where are your keys?" Danny blinked and then blinked again.

"SuperSEAL why don't you just sit down before you fall down and explain things to me, okay? Like why you're not in a hospital right now," he tried. But Steve was having none of it.

"Can't get checked out, need to find evidence," Steve said a bit shakily. After a second more of searching he spun around. "Where are your keys Danny!" he spat.

Shocked stupid, Danny just reached into the bowl next to the door where the keys had been the whole time. Steve lurched forward and went to grab them only to turn green and lose his balance. We would have face planted had Danny not had the good sense to leap forward and catch the lumbering giant.

"Whoa easy babe," he said. "Alright, let's get you sitting down so I can call h-"

"No," Steve replied firmly. He clutched Danny's shoulders either trying to steady himself or to bring his point home to his partner. "Not yet," he added. "Please Danny just… you drive, we can go get check out after."

Having heard another of the top five sentences he never expected to hear and knowing Steve would never steer him wrong, Danny nodded.

"Okay, just let me grab some pants… will you sit down for a second?" he asked. Steve just nodded then practically fell back onto the sofa. He was sitting but clearly by the fact that he was perched just on the edge, he didn't want to sit for long.

Soon enough the two men were on the road in the wee hours of the morning. The only words spoken were when Steve would say, "turn here" or "go straight." The curious thing was he was doing all of this with his eyes closed and his head leaning against the windshield.

All the while taking directions, Danny's mind was screaming at him to get Steve to a hospital. He wasn't going to make that mistake again however. The one and only mention of the idea, when they had first gotten into the car, had been met with a hissed, "No" and a look Danny had only seen Steve give to people he was about to hurt.

Danny drove and turned when instructed and went straight when instructed. Eventually, he found them driving along a rural dirt road heading up into the mountains.

"Up there," Steve said finally opening his glazed eyes. Danny looked out his windshield and at first saw nothing in the dark moonless night. But as he rounded another bumping bend his headlights hit something metallic.

Slowing the Camaro to a stop, Danny grabbed a flashlight and climbed out to see what it was that was in the ditch before them. What he found had him whipping his head back toward his partner who'd yet to climb from the vehicle. As soon as he looked back, he saw the reason why.

Steve's damaged figure was slumped over the dash board, clearly unconscious.

"You idiot," Danny snarled. He ran back toward the car and as he checked for a pulse he pulled out his cell phone and dialled rescue. When he was assured help was on it's way, Danny dialled his second obvious call.

"Braaaaaah s'waaay to early," Kono's sleepy voice answered.

"Believe me I know Kono, but I think Steve's been in a car accident," Danny said. "I need you to get Chin and get on this because I'm going to stick with him to the hospital."

"Is he okay?" Kono asked sounding much more awake.

"Don't know," Danny replied. Then he looked back to the ditch where Steve's black pick up lay on it's side in a mangled heap. "He was conscious when he came to me but he's passed out now."

"Where are you?" As she asked, Danny could hear her shuffling around in the background, no doubt preparing herself for a long day.

"Rural road nine mile marker ten, just off the Pali highway," he replied. "McGarrett looked ready to put a gun to my head if I didn't drive him out here."

"Wait… so how did he get to your place?" Danny blanched for a second and then snarled at himself for not just ignoring Steve and getting him straight to help. It was obvious by the dirt on Steve's shoes and the fine sheen of sweat mixed with blood all over him, the man had walked possibly even ran to his closest source of aid…

Danny's apartment.

And in Danny's half awake brain, he'd just reacted to his boss' orders rather then actually reading the damn situation.

"Son of a bitch," Danny spat.

"Don't worry Danny, I probably would have done the same thing," Kono soothed no doubt coming to the conclusion on her own. "When the boss barks, we all listen. I'll pick up Chin and we'll get out there to secure the seen. Let us know when you get to the hospital."

"I will," Danny replied. "Thanks Kono." After hanging up his phone, Danny went back to his partner, only to find the man's glassy eyes once again open. "Hey, hey Steve, don't worry I'm getting you help," he said kneeling in beside the man in the passenger seat.

"D, Danny?" Steve asked as if he wasn't quite sure which way was up.

"Yeah buddy, you'll be okay," the detective replied. However he was more than a bit startled when suddenly Steve lurched toward him, grabbed his t-shirt and wrenched him with in an inch of his face.

"Danny," Steve heaved. "No! Danny! No! No!" Without warning, Steve tumbled out of the car, on top of Danny, pining him to the ground with his much larger frame.

"Whoa!" Danny exclaimed. "Easy big guy! What's wrong?"

"Jersey s, slip, D'nny," Steve slurred as his eyes began to flutter.

"What?" Danny asked confused. "You're not making any sense Steve. What's wrong?"

But then Steve, in his last bought of consciousness managed to get out a name. A name that he pronounced loud and clear. A name Danny had never wanted to hear again and the very mention froze his entire body in a mixture of fear and rage.

"Jackson Cahill"

With that, Steve was down for the count and Danny was left, pinned to the ground staring up at the stars, unblinking. Steve was right to ask him for help and maybe… just maybe, the world was coming to an end.