AN: Here's a short little epilogue for y'all!


Danny looked up towards the door to his hospital room when Steve walked in. Turning the TV off Danny's gaze followed his partner as Steve took a seat next to his bed. Danny was appreciative of Steve. It'd been his partner who'd pick up Grace and bring her to see Danny. It'd been his partner who'd drop Grace back off at Rachel's. Which is where Steve was returning from now.

"How're you feeling?" Steve asked as his eyes roamed over Danny's bandage.

"I'm good," Danny assured with a look at Steve. And after a week in the hospital he was doing good. Much better than when he was first brought in. Noticing Steve's disbelieving look, Danny sighed. "It still hurts but nothing like before. I'm fine Steve. Really."

"Okay," Steve replied with a nod of his head as he leaned back in his chair.

"Hey, I just wanted to say thanks," Danny suddenly said and Steve furrowed his brow in question.

"What for?"

"You know, for bringing Grace around. Saving my life… you know," Danny replied off-handedly with a shrug.

"Hey, don't mention it. It's nothing you wouldn't have done. It's what ohana does right?" Steve said with his own shrug.

Danny nodded his head and glanced around before he looked back at his partner. Steve was looking down at his hands. What Danny could only call Steve's 'Kicked Puppy' look was on his face.

"You have a face. What's wrong?" Danny asked and watched his partner fight a war in his head. "Steve?"

"Uh… do me a favor Danno… don't do that again alright?" Steve finally answered and looked up at Danny.

"Yeah, no problem buddy," Danny replied with a pat on Steve's arm as the two of them shared a look. "So… uh… you want to watch a game?"

"Yes," Steve said in relief before he leaned back in his chair once again. His gaze shifted to the game on the screen as a smile formed on his lips, relaxed for the first time in a week.

AN: Thanks to everyone who's read, followed, and reviewed! This was just a short little story my muse came up with. Thanks again!