Disclaimer: Okay, lets get this over with. I do not own Hawaii 5-0, its characters or rights to them. I am a fan of the show, writing fiction about the characters...

Now that's out of the way;

I had a dream about the show (sad, I know) and this is pretty much what happened, maybe a little bit different because dreams are really unrealistic and weird.

Warning: Severe Danny whump! Worried and traumatised Steve! Really nasty kidnapper! And possibility of language, gore and violence.

Notes;

1) I apologise if any of the names or ideas are unrealistic. I have no knowledge of Hawaii other than the show and whatever else I see on tv.

2) I'm a college student, not a genius. I can't be right on all counts and while I appreciate critisism and am not too proud to accept it, please don't bash my ideas or tell me that my fic is rubbish.

3) If you don't like my fic, that's fine. I like whump and worried friends, not everyone does. Just don't read it.

Now, please enjoy my creation and if you want, leave a review and tell me what you think :)

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Danny's head throbbed as he came to. His cheekbone was pressed against the cold, hard concrete floor as he lay on his side. His hands were numb, cuffed together behind his back. When he eased his eyes open, all he was met with was darkness. Darkness created by a blindfold. His ribs ached as he tried to exhale. His breath was blocked by something tied around his face, covering his mouth and lips and leaving just his nose free to breathe through.

Panic set in. Danny let out a small moan as he attempted to sit up, finding his legs unbound. His legs scrambled round on the ground, finding straw covering the concrete. He managed to edge himself up to sitting position and shifted himself backwards. His back found the wall suddenly and he felt a little better. More sturdy.

But where was he? What had happened? He felt warm liquid dripping down the side of his face and was suddenly reminded of the cut on his head. Although he could not rub the blood off his face, he started to remember what had happened. But only in fragments.

He called upon his other senses to try and calmly work out where he was. Smell. He could smell straw, covering the ground. Other than that, nothing. At a stretch, he could smell concrete. If concrete even had a smell. All right then, what about sound?

Ow!

Danny suddenly felt his ears ringing violently. Like a bomb had gone off next to him. But wait. It had. When he and his team were closing in on their suspect, there was an explosion. That's all he could remember.

Other than his heart pounding in his head and a loud ringing noise deep inside his ears, he could hear nothing. So he moved onto the next sense. Touch. He could feel the blood being cut off from his hands by the handcuffs. Feel the cut on his head, the bruises on his ribs. He could feel the smooth concrete behind his back and beneath him.

So, going by his unblocked senses; he was blindfolded and handcuffed with his mouth covered in a concrete room covered in straw.

Fantastic.

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He didn't know how long he'd been sat there. He would have dozed off if his head wasn't throbbing and his abdomen wasn't in so much pain that it made him feel sick.

A loud creak emitted from the other side of the room, echoing loudly around the room which told Danny that the room wasn't very big. He was startled by the sudden noise and straightened his back, wincing slightly at his ribs.

It sounded like a door opening and was followed by a few footsteps, getting closer to Danny. Fear crept through the detective and he stiffened, feeling eyes on him but unable to see. He felt a face near him. Just staring. Hot breath brushed against his face and his heart pounded in his chest, ready to explode.

The face stayed there for a while before two more sets of footsteps entered the small room and approached either side of Danny.

Okay, if he wasn't before, now he was scared.

The two people who had just arrived grabbed Danny's arms and hauled him up to his feet with sharp force. They were clearly two very large men, purely by the lack of effort Danny felt when they lifted him.

He was pulled forwards. Blind steps scared him as he felt he may fall over but he was stopped and pushed down onto a chair. His hands were manoeuvred round the back of the chair and he felt his ankles being tied to the legs of it.

Shit. What now?

Someone was fiddling with the back of his blindfold and it was removed, dropping down around his neck. Danny shut his eyes quickly, cringing at the sudden light. He opened them gingerly and blinked quickly to try and focus his vision. A face was in front of him, not as close as before, but close enough.

The detective recognised him. It was Lui Chang, the man that he and his team were hunting down before he was taken here. He swallowed hard. He's seen what this man did to people. He was a very well respected man in, the head of a Hawaiian drugs trade group. Who dabbled in the arts of kidnap, torture and murder.

His last victim had their wrists slit, tongue removed and had two ribs pulled out. By hand. They had been snapped off like twigs post-mortem. The victim couldn't have survived for much longer after that. Poor guy.

But there was no time to sympathise. Now it was Danny who was the 'poor guy'. Helpless at the hands of this sadistic criminal.

Chang's lips curled up into a cat-like grin. "Good morning detective."

Danny would have said something like 'It would be good, if only you weren't here'. But the fabric tied around his mouth refused to allow any words to be formed.

Chang grabbed Danny's face roughly and looked deep into his eyes. The criminal cocked his head to the left as his grin expanded across his face. Sweat beaded on Danny's forehead. Fearful sweat.

"Mmm, I'm gonna enjoy this." Chang snickered in a sinister tone and Danny's blue eyes widened a little.

Enjoy? Enjoy what?