*SPOILERS FOR 4.14*
Well, that episode had potential and it did deliver every once in a while, but where, I ask, was the whump and why did they center around the guest star? It would have been way better if they had centered around the main characters. I mean, they've done one on Chin. Several, actually. And was anyone else upset by the fact that yet again (just like in the episode in the third season where they get stranded on the dingy), Steve gets a nice warm welcome when they're found safe and Danny is totally ignored? Just saying, this could have gone a lot better. That being said, it wasn't a total failure. The ending was cute, but overall, another let down. Anyway, here's my version of it. Hope it's a bit more satisfactory. As with every fic that's a re-do of an episode, it will be similar, but I will also change a lot. I don't remember exact dialogue, so that will of my creation as well. Oh, and I will change Parrish's character a bit. I wasn't a fan of the 'not so bad escaped convict' thing. Five-0's been there, done that.
"Drive." Parrish rumbled in his deep, hoarse voice. Reluctantly, Steve pulled back into traffic. Now that the construction site lead had fallen through, Parrish was going to be even more unpredictable and Steve didn't like the idea of driving around with a dangerous wild card in the back seat. Parrish seemed even more agitated than ever.
"What's the plan here, Roy. What do you want us to do?" Steve asked, trying to keep the man calm and feeling in control.
"What do I want? What do I want? I want you to shut the hell up and let me think!" Parrish yelled. Danny shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Steve could see that the phone call with Grace was still weighing heavily on his mind. Unfortunately, Parrish saw Danny move as well.
"You. What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously. Danny stiffened as the gun was jabbed hard into his side.
"Nothing. I was just readjusting." Danny replied quietly. There was a time and place for attitude, but it was obvious that right now it would only exacerbate the situation, so he held his tongue and replied in monotone.
"You think I don't know what's going on? You think I'm stupid?" Parrish shouted.
"We never said that. He has a bad back, Roy. He's just trying to get comfortable." Steve replied, equally as cordial, but his voice held a tough of nervousness. It was clear the Parrish was a powder keg ready to explode.
"I told you to shut up! You two are communicating with signals, aren't you? Aren't you!" he said louder.
"We're not. I promise you, we're not." Danny replied. Parrish went silent, but the tension didn't dissipate. After a moment, his gruff voice filled the cab again.
"You, blondie. Turn around. I wanna talk to ya." With sideways glances at each other, Danny turned around slowly to face their captor. Parrish reached for Danny's smashed phone and hit the button. Surprisingly, it turned on. The screen was cracked beyond repair, but it still worked. The image of Danny and Grace came up, and ironic crack running between the two of them. Parrish turned the screen towards Danny. "You got a daughter? Well so do I and right now, she thinks I'm a murderer. If this goes wrong, if we don't get Akama to confess, then what the hell. She'll never believe me anyway, so I might as well be the killer she thinks I am. And I'll start with you. You take away my chance to fix things with her, I make Grace listen to you die. For real this time. This phone can still make calls and it looks like you've got her on speed dial." Danny swallowed and nodded his understanding.
"If that phone still works," Danny began. "you can get Akama's address off it. It'll be one of the last texts I received."
"You screwin' with me? You just tryin' to distract me so you can escape?" Parrish asked angrily.
"I swear to you, this is legit. I'm not going to try anything. We are in a moving car and like you said, I've got a daughter and I would very much like to go home to her." Danny said slowly. Steve glanced worriedly back at the two of them, but turned back to the road when Parrish raised his head.
"Well, I'm not going to take that chance." Parrish raised the butt of Steve's gun and brought it down sharply on Danny's temple. Danny immediately slumped forward and Parrish pushed him back into his seat.
"What the hell did you do that for?!" Steve shouted angrily. He kept looking over at his unconscious partner, but he couldn't check on him because of his handcuffed wrist.
"Now I know you two won't try anything." Parrish muttered, then began scrolling through Danny's texts. "Thirty-nine Olive Avenue, Wahiawa."
"What?" Steve asked, still preoccupied with his bleeding and unmoving partner.
"Thirty-nine Olive Avenue, Wahiawa." Parrish repeated with a touch of annoyance. "Drive. It's Akama's address." Steve nodded and turned towards the Wahiawa. After couple miles, Steve began to worry when Danny did not so much as stir.
"Roy, I need to check on him. I believe that you didn't kill that guy, but if Danny dies, it's not gonna matter." Parrish snorted derisively.
"He's not gonna die. Concussion at the most. Believe me, I've done this before. Pretty boy will be awake and bitchin' in no time." The notion that this level of violence was nothing new to Parrish did not comfort Steve. As they neared their destination, Danny did indeed begin to come around.
"Ngghhh…" he groaned, putting a hand up to his head. His eyes flickered open when his fingers came back wet.
"Danny? You with me, man?" Steve asked, his voice thick with concern.
"Th-think…think so. God, my head hurts. What happened?" Steve's fears calmed a little when he heard Danny's relatively normal speech.
"Roy got a little carried away with the butt of the gun." Steve said bitterly.
"Watch it. I still have that gun." Parrish warned.
"You doing okay, Danny. Just hold on, alright? I'll get you some help soon. Just hold on. How bad does it hurt?"
"I dunno. Pretty bad, I guess, but it doesn't feel like more than a concussion." Danny replied, his voice a little softer than normal. Steve frowned.
"Well, you just hold on. It'll all be okay, just hold on." Danny stiffened a little. Even concussed he could tell that Steve was using the phrase 'hold on' more often than necessary. A glance at Steve's rigid posture and white knuckled grip of the steering wheel confirmed his suspicions. Danny braced himself in his seat. After a moment, Steve gave an almost imperceptible nod, then jerked the wheel hard to the right, then back left again. Parrish was thrown around the back seat and Danny used the moments of disorientation to snatch the gun out of his hand and the other off of the floor where it had fallen. He then grabbed Steve's cuffs from his belt and snugged them around Parrish's wrists. The man had been knocked out by his head's collision with the window.
"Thanks for the warning." Danny huffed, a little more out of breath than he should be. Steve didn't like how fast his partner was tiring.
"Don't mention it. Nice work, by the way." Steve replied, genuinely impressed by what Danny had accomplished.
"Thanks. Here, pull over and I'll un-cuff you." Steve complied and brought the car over to the shoulder. Once Danny had freed his arm, Steve gently grabbed Danny's head to examine the wound.
"Steve, I'm fine." Danny protested without any real fight behind it.
"Like hell you are. You were unconscious for a good fifteen minutes and your head is still bleeding."
"Head wounds bleed a lot." Danny countered.
"Yes, but that's still a lot of blood. Here," Steve said, holding up his hands. "how many fingers?" Danny sighed.
"Three." Steve looked at him skeptically, but Danny had answered correctly, so he dropped the subject for the time being. "So, what now?" Danny asked.
"I say we call it in. I have enough of this guy here. If he is innocent, he's got a pretty lousy way of showing it." Danny nodded in agreement and Steve reached back to grab their phones. Steve's was too smashed to turn on and though Danny's had worked before, it had run out of battery. "Well, that sucks. This job has cost me like seven phones now." Steve grouched.
"I think we should go to Akama's house." Danny said suddenly.
"What? Why?" Steve asked, surprised by Danny's comment.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I believe Parrish's story. And if Akama was paid off, he could now be a target. We need to make sure he's okay. Besides, he'll have a phone." Steve hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
"Alright. We'll for backup from his place." They pulled back out into traffic and headed toward Akama's house. Once they'd arrived, Danny took the second set of handcuffs plus several pairs of flex cuffs and secured them around Parrish's wrists and ankle. He even affixed a few of them to the car itself. Steve arched an eyebrow.
"It's good, man. He's not goin' anywhere." Steve said gently, steering Danny toward the house. As they approached the porch, Steve noticed the front door was open and drew his gun.
"Stay out here while I clear the place." He whispered, then entered the house. After a minute, he called Danny in. Akama's dead body lay in the middle of the kitchen. Sharing a dark look with his partner, Steve picked up the phone sitting on the counter, but frowned when he heard no dial tone.
"Landline's been cut." He said, then a moment later, a hail of bullets punched through the house's thin walls and shattered the windows. Steve and Danny dropped to the floor instantly, taking refuge behind the kitchen counter. They attempted to return fire a few times, but never managed to get in any decent shots. Suddenly, there were more gunshots, then the abruptly the house fell silent. They got to their feet slowly and crept toward the door, guns still drawn, but relaxed when Grover entered the house.
"Nice entrance." Steve remarked. Grover looked at him and shook his head.
"Why is it everywhere you go people are shootin' at you?" Steve shrugged. Then turned to Danny, who was leaning against the wall next to him. He didn't like the way the color had drained from his partner's face, nor the way he seemed unable to keep his eyes open. Grover noticed this as well as the blood.
"Whoa, what happened? Where's Parrish?"
"He's in the back of our car. He struck Danny with my gun." Steve replied distractedly as he peeled one of Danny's eyes open. "We need to get him checked out right now." Steve said, his worry for Danny returning. "Alright, Danno. Come on. Let's get you to the hospital." Steve took one of Danny's arms and hooked it around his shoulder. Grover took Danny's other side and they carried him out to where an ambulance was already waiting. As soon as they exited the house, the rest of the team came rushing forward.
"Steve! What happened?" Chin asked, taking in the dazed and barely conscious Danny practically being carried by the two much larger men.
"Parrish." Steve said simply, but it was enough for them to get the gist of what had happened. He glanced briefly over at their car to see three members of S.W.A.T. carrying the heavily bound Parrish toward one of the HPD cruisers. As gently as they could, they got Danny settled in the back of the ambulance and soon were headed toward the hospital.
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Danny groaned softly as he returned to consciousness. The held a hand up to block the light streaming in through the window near his bed.
"Hey, Danno!" Steve exclaimed happily. "Hold on." He said, then stood up to close the blinds.
"Not again." Danny muttered.
"What?" Steve asked. Not fully understanding what Danny meant.
"Las' time you said that we were almost in an accident." Danny said, opening his eyes slowly. Steve laughed.
"Good to see you can remember." He remarked.
"Unfortunately, yes. So, I'm gonna guess I'm here" Danny said, gesturing to his hospital room. "'cause of my head. How long've I been out?"
"About four hours. Doc says no skull fracture, but you got one helluva concussion."
"Figures. We go in together and I end up in the hospital. You, like always, come out without a scratch. It's a conspiracy, I tell you."
"Conspiracy, huh?" Steve smirked. Danny nodded.
"I'm pretty sure Hawaii's out to get me." He stated matter-of-factly. Steve chuckled.
"Whatever gets you through the day, Danno."
Well, we are tired so therefore, this will be all for tonight. Tomorrow I think we'll post another chapter with another possible way this episode could've gone. We were going to do it tonight, but I think this is good for now. I hope ya'll liked it!