A/N: This was the first story I had an idea for clear back in Season 1. However it takes place during season 2 after Episode 15. You will see later which Season 1 episode inspired me. Good news! This is one story that I already have typed up so I should be pretty quick about posting. It just needs some editing. So let me know what you think. If you've read my profile page you know that I am a huge Danny and Grace fan. All of my stories are about them. Hope you like it. Please review and tell me what you think.
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"I hate sand," Danny said breaking the silence of the car ride.
He and his partner Steve McGarrett were on their way to Grace's school to pick her up. The two men had hardly said two words to each other since they pulled out of Danny's parking spot at 5-0 headquarters. McGarrett, who, of course, was driving, glanced at the blonde man.
"What do you mean? What has sand ever done to you?"
Danny ran his hand through his hair pulling out a few small specks. He waved them in his partner's face.
"This is what I hate about sand. Grace and I were at the beach yesterday, mind you, yesterday afternoon. When we got home I spent 45 minutes in the shower trying to get it out of my hair." Danny's voice began to rise with every word he spoke. "45 minutes Steven, and I still have sand in my hair. Not to mention all the other places it manages to find its way into."
Steve glanced at the specks on Danny's finger. He then gave his partner a "you complain a lot" glance.
"Well you do have awfully thick hair so lots of places for it to get stuck."
"Whoa whoa whoa," said Danny holding his hands up,
"Whose side are you on mine or the sand's?"
Steve shot Danny a "I can't believe you just said that" look.
"You do realize you just asked me to take sides between you and beach sand."
"Forget it Steve. I don't know why I even talk to you sometimes."
Steve was about to give a smart ass comeback, but decided against it. Besides they were pulling up to Grace's school and he didn't want to get Danny all riled up and embarrass her. Any other place and Steve would have had fun poking at Danny's complaints. In fact that's how he kept himself entertained on most of their car rides together.
Steve pulled up to the curb. A line of cars had already claimed spots closer to the school. The two men only saw adults standing outside the building waiting for the bell to dismiss their kids for the day.
Danny waited in the car with Steve.
"So," said Steve, "You get Grace for the whole week while Stan and Rachel are out of town?"
Danny nodded, but didn't say anything.
"Do you have any special plans for you and Gracie?"
"Whatever she wants to do. It doesn't matter as long as we're together."
Steve saw a small smile form at the corners of the detective's mouth and decided against asking him what if his daughter suggested makeovers or painting nails. Steve suspected that he had let Grace paint his toenails before. That could be why he never wore sandals or flip flops.
Steve was glad Danny and Grace were going to get some quality time together. He had promised Danny that as long nothing major came up for the week he could be done with work for the day as soon as Grace was out of school. Today had been an exceptionally slow day. Steve had asked if he could come so he could see Grace, as well as getting out of doing anymore paper work. He thought he would invite the pair to his house for dinner. Steve knew he'd have a better chance at acceptance if he asked Danny with his daughter next him. Grace loved to go to his house. She loved the private beach area and didn't mind all the sand and the places it got into.
A loud bell sounded causing all adult eyes to turn to the large double doors which soon opened. Children came pouring out. Sounds of laughter and discussion of the day's lessons, teacher behaviors, and lunchroom food all came out in a blob of sound.
Danny got out of the car, and stood by the door looking for Grace in the sea of blue tops and khaki pants and skirts. His sharp eyes spotted her brunette pig tailed head. Danny took pride in his ability to put Grace's long hair neatly into pigtails (her favorite hair style) as well as her mother could.
Grace scanned the line of cars for her father's silver Camaro. She spotted him. His hand was raised in the air waving to her. Grace made her way slowly through the crowd to join him. As Danny started walking towards his daughter, looking forward to a big hug, he heard his phone ring. Danny answered without checking to see who it was.
"Hello?"
"Can you see your daughter Detective, Williams?" came the unfamiliar voice on the other end.
In a moment Danny's joy turned cold. He felt a shiver crawl up his back from the sinister voice's mention of his child. Danny began moving quickly towards Grace. Upon seeing her father's facial expression change she slowed and gave her father a puzzled look.
"Who is this?" Danny said into his phone, but all he heard was silence.
Danny glanced down at his phone seeing that the call had been disconnected. As he looked back up he saw the doors of a black SUV open. He saw his Grace grabbed around her middle and pulled into the strange vehicle. He saw his world coming to an end right before his eyes. But worst of all he heard his baby scream. It cut him straight through to his heart and made him feel colder. The door slammed shut cutting off Grace's voice. The next second tires squealed and pulled into traffic.
"DANNY!" came Steve's voice from the Camaro having witnessed Grace's abduction.
Danny ran back to the car and quickly climbed inside. Steve pulled recklessly out into traffic barely missing another vehicle. Both vehicles traveled at high speeds through the busy streets. Steve expertly swerved in and out of the lanes even daring to pull in front of oncoming traffic. The Camaro was catching up to the SUV, of course, not as quickly as either man wanted.
"Danny. . . does Grace have her phone in her backpack?" Steve yelled as he swerved quickly around a slower moving truck.
"Yes," said Danny remembering he had reminded her to make sure it was switched off while she was in class.
He was clutching the "Oh Shit" handle above the door as Steve swerved around the road.
"Call Kono or Chin and have them get locked onto the GPS in case we lose them."
"Dear God Steve don't loose them please I am begging you," Danny spluttered close to tears at the thought as he found the number and called. He quickly explained what had happened.
Chin and Kono both scrambled to get the GPS up and running. At that moment a large pick up truck with a double cab pulled right in front of them. Steve had to slam on his brakes and barely missed hitting it by inches.
"Damn it. No no no," yelled Danny his hands smacking the dashboard as they stopped and lost sight of the vehicle containing his daughter.
Steve honked his horn and the driver gave him a sheepish look before pulling into traffic going in the opposite direction. Neither Danny nor Steve could see the black SUV. Steve floored it.
"Boss what happened?" came a voice over the speaker phone.
"We lost the SUV. Damned truck. We need that GPS now Kono."
"I just need another minute."
"We don't have another minute! Grace doesn't have another minute!"
Steve and Danny were desperately searching the streets for any sign of the vehicle.
"Got it. I'm transferring the image to your phone."
In a few seconds a red dot appeared on the screen. Danny quickly read the street names around it. The car was no longer on the main road. Steve turned off the street.
"Steve . . . .STEVE! shouted Danny.
"WHAT" Steve shouted back.
"The red dot isn't moving. They've stopped."
If Steve could have made the car go faster he would have. They rounded a corned and saw the SUV about 50 yards up. Steve parked right behind it. Both men jumped out with guns drawn and ready to shoot out the back tires if it started to move. Nothing happened. They each went to one side and opened a back door. It was empty. No driver, no anybody, and no Grace.
Danny saw a lump of fabric discarded on the floor. It was Grace's backpack. The straps were torn like they had been cut. Danny knowing what he would find searched the small front pocket for Grace's cell. He held up the small device. Tears stung his eyes as he looked at the smart phone in its green rubber case.
Danny suddenly felt nauseous. He pulled his head out of the SUV just in time to throw up the remnants of his lunch breaking his long streak of managing not to vomit. Steve hurried to the other side of the vehicle to assist his partner. He put a hand on Danny's back as he heaved. When there was nothing left to throw up Danny stood up and looked at Steve. Sweat poured down the detective's face and mixed with tears that fell from his green eyes.
"She's gone," Danny choked out.
A sob escaped his lips. Steve placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, we're gonna find her. . . do you hear me. . . .I'll burn down the city if I have to. . . . .I don't care what it takes. We will get her back safe and alive."
Steve squeezed Danny's shoulder offering what little comfort he could in this dark predicament.
A/N: Not much humor in this story. The beginning of this chapter is pretty much it. Drama, danger, ass kicking, and a shoot out are all in store. Danny does not do enough ass kicking in the show. I know he wants to, but most of the time he has pretty good self control. Thanks for reading.