I've been working on this one for a while, and haven't finished it yet. It's a McDanno, but I'm getting no McDanno from season 3 which is why I've been concentrating on other things.

I've decided to put some of this up, mainly to make myself finish it off - I think it's about 3/4 done at the moment, this is just a fragment.

Let me know what you think! (Its been done before by better authors though!) Your opinions will be a kick in the butt for me to finish it!

Loz

Steve had no real idea where he was, or how he had gotten there. He was in a cold room somewhere, on the floor, with a goon standing over him, Beretta 9mil aimed straight at his head. The guy was laughing, finger squeezing the trigger, and Steve knew he had no way of getting out of his way. I'm sorry, Danno, he thought to himself, sighed and stared at the guy as he struggled futilely at his bonds.

And then stared, open-mouthed as the door behind his would be assassin burst open. He couldn't believe his eyes as a huge black bear muscled through the doorway, rose to its hind legs and growled. The noise of the angry creature reverberated around the small concrete area, the animal sounded furious, and the gunman turned slowly to face it, laugh gone, mouth open in horror and shock.

Even before the guy could raise his gun to the creature, the bear flicked out a paw almost casually and simply ripped out the guy's throat. Blood fountained out of the guy's mouth, throat and sprayed across the wall next to him. Steve curled in on himself and waited for his turn, but when nothing happened he opened his eyes and looked up again. The bear was still there, grumbling to itself, and it slumped back onto its four paws, studying him from intent blue eyes. Steve frowned, a bear with blue eyes? But before he could even think about doing anything else the bear turned around with surprising grace and quickly left the room.

Steve gaped at the space it left, wondering if he imagined it. But the gunman was on the floor, dead, throat ripped out; blood draining into a pool around him, so the SEAL knew something had happened.

"Steve!" he heard a voice he was scared he would never hear again, and almost sobbed in relief.

"Danny!" he yelled as much as he could, and tried to sit up as his partner sprinted into the room, gun in one hand, and simply leapt over the body to get to him. He gave the blood, wounds and mess no glance, just knelt beside his friend and helped him up to sit. "Steve," he said again, and hugged him quickly. "I thought I'd lost you," he said in his ear.

The man in question buried his face in his partner's neck and breathed deeply, taking in lungfuls of his unique scent. "So did I," he replied, his voice muffled but discernable. "Get me outta here," he asked, rattling his wrists to make him hear the cuffs. "The dead guy has the keys."

"I was gonna ask you about that," Danny commented blithely, it seemed. "What did you do? Tear out his throat with your laser glare?"

Steve looked up as Danny moved away from him to search the dead guy for the keys to the cuffs. He found them soon enough, in a back pocket, but couldn't help but stare at the guy's wounds. He had virtually decapitated the guy, most of his throat was gone, and it looked like claws. Big, sharp claws that he knew all about. "What the hell…?" he asked, and quickly returned to his partner to unlock his wrists from behind his back. "Are you all right, Babe?" he asked him, and gently cupped his chin in his hand so he could study his SEAL's eyes.

Danny had spotted the head wound when he had entered the room the first time, now he could examine it a bit more closely it didn't look too bad. "Clunked you over the head, huh?"

Steve nodded. "He was going to shoot me," he told him quietly, glancing over at the dead guy. "But the bear stopped him."

"Bear?" Danny asked him, surprise all over his face. "Seriously? A bear, as in all fur, claws and rawrr?" He used his free hand to curl his fingers into fake claws and growled the word 'rawrr' which all had the same affect.

Steve huffed a laugh and nodded. "A furry bear went 'rawrr' and clawed the guy," he told him. "I know you think I'm insane, but that's what I saw. Now please, Danny," he added quickly. "Can we get out of here?"

Danny nodded and helped his partner up onto shaky feet. "I do think you're insane," he agreed with him as he slipped his arm around his partner's waist. "But even you might have trouble hallucinating a bear without LSD. Come on," he added as he pulled Steve's arm over his shoulders. "Let's go find the others."

TBC...