Title: Two Words

Disclaimer: the usual- nothing is mine

Note: I really did not plan on writing any H50 fics, but this bunny came to me today and would not let me rest until I jotted it down. It has not been beta'd, and I haven't taken an english class in years. So any typos, grammar mistakes, or any other mistakes for that matter, are all on me.

Summary: Tag to episode 1.15, "E Malama". What was Rachel thinking when she told Danny "thanks again"? spoilerish if you have not seen 1.15.

**H50**

"Thanks again".

The words sounded hollow even to Rachel as she turned and walked into the house.

Two words could not adequately express what she was feeling.

Thanks for being there for me when my husband could not. I know I can always count on you, even though we are still not together. I know I can call you at any hour, for any reason, and you will be there.

Thanks for dropping everything to make sure grace and I were ok. I know you were at work, probably on an important case. But I was rattled, and needed you, and you immediately came to our sides.

Thanks for drilling into me on what to do if I was ever carjacked, mugged, or otherwise bothered by a criminal. Even though I thought you were being an overprotective father and cop when you were telling me what to do, you probably saved Grace from being kidnapped today. I would never have thought of dragging her to the front seat if you had not told me.

Thanks for figuring out what was going on and taking care of it for us. What you said about Stan being involved did make sense, even though I could not admit it to myself and definitely not to you. He is my husband, he is a good man, and I will stand behind him. But I know you have our back, and for that I will be eternally grateful.

Rachel turned to close the door and paused. Danny was still standing beside his car, still watching, his concern still evident on his face. He would always be there, ready to protect Grace, and therefore, her.

No, two words just did not seem to cover it.