A/N: Well, this gas going to be yet another one fo my Coco Puffs stories, but it got a bit longer than expected, and I figured I could post it in two or three chappies, to make the fun last longer...

If it works as a warning for you, this was inspired by a movie with James Caan called Misery. Now, I've never actually managed to see the whole movie, because it freaks me out far too much, and I've never assumed I come anywhere close to the talent of Stephen King, so don't assume that this is going to be an suspence filled thriller that will keep ypu on your toes from start to end. It's just going to b a fic written by yours truly.

Ok, enough talking, on to the fic...

Danny woke up slowly. He was lying on a soft bed, but the room looked unfamiliar. The last thing he could remember was him driving home. Well, he was not sure if he could call his suit in the Hilton home, but he could remember driving there after yet another stressful day at the office.

Ever since Steve's daring rescue of Joe from the hands of Adam Noshimuri and Joe walking away, things had been even more stressful around the office. Steve reckless behavior had increased tenfold, and Danny's patience was running thinner than ever. Today Danny had barely restrained himself from either crushing his knuckles against the nearest wall, or against Steve's cheekbone, since his partner had decided that hanging a suspect over an electrified fence was a proper way to acquire information from said suspect, so after booking the unfortunate fellow and giving his partner the silent treatment, he decided to go home and come back in the morning, hopefully not still feeling the need to punch said partner in the face.

The craziness of the last few days still didn't explain why he found himself waking up on a strange bed, in a strange room, the sounds of the ocean coming through the window. He lifted his head but regretted immediately, as the small movement caused an avalanche of pain to sweep over him. His left arm, shoulder, leg… hell, even his hair hurt, it seemed. He blinked, trying to get the room to stop spinning, but the flowery curtains were really not helping. He finally gave up the fight, letting his head drop back to the pillow and allowing the darkness crowding his vision to take over for a while. Maybe the next time he woke up things would make a little more sense.

The next time he woke up it was to find a blurry figured sitting on a chair next to his bed. The figure's blonde hair brought back the memory of the only blonde woman to ever sit at his bedside. "Mom?"

He heard a soft chuckle and blinked to bring into focus the owner of the unfamiliar voice. "I'm not old enough to be your mother, Danny…"

He blinked some more and finally managed to bring the blurry figure to focus. It was a petite blonde woman, in her mid thirties. Her long hair framed a round face with dark brown eyes. She was wearing a bright sundress, but by the look of her arms and shoulders, she didn't spend too much time under the sun, if at all. Most of all, she really didn't look like someone from Hawaii. Even more worrying was the fact that he couldn't remember having seen her face before in his life. He tried to gather his thoughts enough to try to figure what the hell was going on. "Who…?" was the best his battered brain could come up with at the moment.

The blonde gave him a sad smile. "My name is Ally."

When no further information was forthcoming, Danny was forced to come up with another question. "Why'm I here?"

Ally smiled sympathetically. "You were in a car accident, so I brought you here so you could recover."

Something about that statement wasn't right, and it took Danny a couple of minutes to figure out what it was. "No hsptal? Prmedcs?" Surely most people knew that's what they were supposed to do if someone was injured in a car crash.

Ally gave a surprised gasp. "Of course not! They would have taken you away! But don't you worry about a thing, Danny. I'll take very good care of you!"

If Danny was not scared before, he surely was now. He figured his best shot was to try to convince this crazy lady to let him go. "Listen Ally, 'm sure you're a lovely person and you'd take great care of me, but wouldn't it be better if we let real doctors take care of me? I'm sure it'll go way faster than here, since they have all of those medicines… That way we could get to know each other better once I'm feeling well enough?" He mustered what he hoped looked like a friendly smile.

Ally giggled, and it was a sound far too creepy to come out of a nice looking lady like the one sitting in front of Danny. "Awww, Danny. Don't be silly! I already know everything about you!" She said with a beaming smile.

Danny would have answered, but things were starting to get fuzzy again. His eyes closed against his will and he let darkness take him.

He woke up what must have been a good couple of hours later. He could see some sunlight filtering through the windows and hear the sound of traffic from outside. Ally was sitting on the chair next to his bed again, but she had changed her clothes. He took a deep breath, trying not to move too much. "What time'sit?" He asked his host.

Ally smiled, checking her watch. "It's almost 3 pm. I knew you liked to sleep late on Saturdays, but I never thought you'd be such a sleepyhead!"

Danny's blood turned cold, or in this case, colder than it already was. His last conscious memory was from Thursday, and he was not sure if he'd been taken on Thursday or it was sometime later and he just couldn't remember. None of those scenarios were very comforting. Either way, he had lost a whole day.

He took a deep breath, making an effort not to lose the smile that made his cheekbones ache and his gut twist. "You know, I don't think it's fair. You know so much about me, I'd like to know a thing or two about you…"

Ally shifted on her chair, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Alright… I come from a small town in Kentucky. I moved here about 4 years ago and I've hated every single day of it! I work as a waiter in a small restaurant down Merchant's street. I eat my lunch, alone, every day under those trees next to that weird king statue, so I see you and your friends walk by, and sometimes eavesdrop on your conversations." She said, with a shy smile. "That's how I found out that you're a mainlander, and that you hate everything about Hawaii too! You hate pineapple on pizza, you hate the ocean, you hate the heat, that there is no snow here, you hate the locals and their stupid language and in general you hate everything about this god forsaken island! Just like me!" She finished, with far too much glee.

Danny was dreading the answer to his next question. "I guess I was lucky that you were right there when the car accident happened…"

Ally giggled again, causing Danny's skin to crawl. "Nope, no coincidence at all. I figured that if I wanted to drive your attention away from your work, and your ex wife and your little girl, then I'd have to take you some place where I could have you all to myself. Then after coming up with a couple of bad ideas, I decided that the only way would be to bring you here!"

Danny lifted his eyebrows, at least the eyebrow that wasn't part of felt like a big fat bruise covering the left side of his face. "So you crashed into my car?"

Ally nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! But don't worry, because I looked for a safe way to do it. You see, I rented a truck with a huge bumper on the front, and I crashed into the right side of your car. That way, the airbags would protect you from the worst of the damage and I didn't have any trouble get you out of the car!"

Danny drew a deep sigh, closing his eyes against the pounding headache beating through his skull. He was not surprised to find that he couldn't manage to open them again. He heard Ally moving and when he felt her hand touching his forehead, he recoiled as far as his injured body would allow, which couldn't have been more than a couple of inches. He couldn't stop a couple of tears that spilled from his eyes, or the words that slipped through his mouth. "Wanna go home."

Before consciousness fled again, he heard Ally speaking. "Hush… You are already home…"

TBC…

A/N: Well, First of all, thank you so much for reading. I'd love it if you left a line or two, whether you liked it or not.

I feel I should point out that even though Danny is such a yummy human specimen, I don't feel that kidnapping him in order to keep him for myself is a good or acceptable behavior and I'm certainly not encouraging anyone to try it at home... Just saying... ;-)

That said, I hope to see you around soon!