I've had this story idea for a while and it just won't leave me along.
This is not part of the Flangell re-writes I am doing.
Title: "2-4-1"
Author: Runner043
Rated: T
Spoiler Alert: none
Warning: Character death
Disclaimer: all Hawaii Five-0 characters belong to CBS, I'm only borrowing them for this creative indeavor and promise to return them when finished.
Description: Nope. Don't feel like giving you one. You're just going to have to read it and find out. But I will tell you that it is set after 2.10
***** HAWAII FIVE-0 *****
"Danny. Danny!" Steve whisper-shouted, not that he knew why. Well, yeah, he was trying to get his partner to wake up, or come to, whichever way you wanted to look at it, without moving. Without moving, at all. That was very important right now. That part, the not moving, was getting harder and harder the longer he sat there on the hard concrete floor. "Danny! Come on man, wake up."
Several attempts and several minutes later, "Hmmm." Danny groaned. "W'at?" He finally mumbled as his eyes finally blinked opened and he finds himself looking down on the floor his face curently rests on.
"It's about time." Steve said in a surprisingly monotone voice.
Danny raised himself up onto his elbows and looks around at the large grey windowless room, "Where are we?" He went to sit up fully as he wiped his hands on his pants. The filthy floor definitely not to his liking, "Ow, I feel like I've got a hangover." He stated, rubbing the knot on the back of his head, as he turned towards his partner, "How long hav- Holy shit!"
"Yeah, I didn't particularly find it a pleasant way to wake up, either." Steve said.
Danny's eyes and a hand both went to his own chest out of reflex.
"You don't have one. Just me." Steve assured him.
Danny's mouth opened to speak, but it was a moment before he could manage one word, "Why?"
"Good question. Considering how many bad guys I've pissed off between the SEALs and Five-0, prob- "
"Too many to count." Danny said, cutting the other man off.
Steve could not nod in agrement, or shurg, so he said, "Right."
"Shh. I hear something." Danny said.
"Footsteps." Steve confirmed, "Three, one very heavy, stairs." He calculated.
Danny arched a brow, then wondered why he was even surprised the SEAL could figure that much out at this point. Soon the sounds of keys in the multiple locks on the door could be heard. When the door opened, two armed men entered side-by-side. And indeed Steve was right, one of them was very heavy. They parted as they stepped further into the room, revealing the third man. Wo Fat.
"Good morning, Commander, Detective." Wo Fat said in a polite manner that suited him quite well.
'Morning? Oh shit, that means we've been here all night. If I've been out all night, I wonder how long Steve has been sitting there like that.' Danny thought to himself. They had entered a crime scene last night that turned out to be a trap, leaving them locked in a loft, when suddenly they noticed a strange smelling fog being pumped in through the vents. That's the last thing he remembers happening.
"Should have figured it was you." Steve said to the man now towering over him, clearly not afraid of the SEAL at the moment.
Steve sat with his back against the wall, gratefull he had it to rest against since he had been awake for many hours by this point.
"Are you ready to tell me who Shelbourne is?" Wo Fat asked. He was direct and to the point, that's for sure.
"If that's what this is about, you will find us at another impass very soon." Steve stated.
"I take it you will not be cooperating this time, either, Commander?"
Steve gave confimation via a set jaw and steely gaze directed at his captor.
"I see." Wo Fat's words his only response. "I should inform you, Commander," He continued as he stepped back and began roaming the nearly empty room, "that I have something I did not have the last time we met." He clearly expected a response from that revilation.
Steve gave no verbal response, his gaze now focused straight ahead, no longer caring if he made eye contact with Wo Fat as he roamed. Two could play at this game.
Despite his calm demeanor, Wo Fat's anger was obvious. He then turned to his two guards who had been focused on keeping Danny in line and spoke a few words in to them in Korean before they followed him out the door.
"Wait ten minutes." Steve said.
"Ten minutes for what?" Danny inquired, finally rising to his feet and stretching. He felt stiff and achey, like he'd been asleep for way too long.
"Ten minutes before you leave." Steve clarified.
"Leave? In case you haven't noticed, Steven, you have a bomb strapped to your chest. A bomb that makes the one Hesse used on Chin look like a toy. So, no, Steven, we will not be leaving here in ten minutes." Danny was in a rant now, and Steve was sure that if his partner came with a mute button he would still understand him via the hand and arm gestures he used. Steve shook his head before he could stop himself. "No, no, no! There will be no shaking of the head, Steven! Unless you would like to blow us both up, in which case I will haunt you forever for getting me killed and taking me away from Grace." Danny acutally paused to take a breath, "Besides, you know it will take at least an hour for the bomb squad to get this thing off of you."
"Four minutes." Steve reminded his partner.
"Fou-" It was Danny who shook his head this time, "You didn't hear a word I said, did you? No, of course not. Listen to me, St-"
Steve cut Danny off, "No, Danny, I need you to listen. Three minutes. Now, when you leave this room, there are stairs,-"
It was Danny's turn to cut Steve off, "Leave this room?"
"Yes, Danny, leave this room. They did not re-lock the door when they left." Steve stated.
"Yes, I did notice that. I am a detective, you know." Danny said.
"Good. Again, when you reach the top of the stairs take note that they went to the right for at least fifty feet." Steve said.
Danny still wasn't quite sure where his partner was going with all this information but he decided not to be surprised that he could figure out the last of those details. 'He's in some SEAL or Ninja mode right now.' He assumed. "And then what?" Danny asked in a snarky tone.
"How should I know, I'm down here with you!" Steve said with an eye roll before continuing, "Once you make it to the outside, it will probably take you at least an hour to hike out of the area, probably two. Make sure you work you way downhill and try to listen for water."
"Listen for wa-" Danny paused, "Steve, are you trying to tell me that you are not coming with me?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying." Steve said, glad that his partner was finally catching on.
Danny crouched down in front of Steve, "I... am ... not,... leaving here... without you." He said, clear determination in his voice.
"You were right." Steve said.
As much as Danny liked hearing those words, he was pretty sure that given the circumstances he was going to regret asking this, "About what?"
"The bomb Hesse put on Chin looked like a toy compared to this one." Steve stated, "This has a motion censor, Danny. I can't move, not even an inch. I can't try to remove it, and it can't be disarmed. In other words,... you... are... leaving... without me."
Danny was silent for several moments before finally speaking, "So, um, you said there's at least an hour hike outta here?"
"Yeah. Wo Fat would have never brough us to any location that wasn't very secluded. We're probably deep in the jungle right now." Steve said.
"Steve, if it's gonna take me an hour or two to hike out of here, then find help, then get back here with SWAT and the Bomb Squad..." Danny said, not finishing his thoughts.
"Don't bother with the Bomb Squad." Steve said, a look of determination on his face, "It'll be too late."
Danny began shaking his head as the realization of what his partner said hit him fully, "No, no, no, Steven. I'm not gonna g-"
"Yes you are, Danny. You're gonna go." Steve said, his fist now clenched in the front of Danny's shirt to make sure his partner knew this was not just a suggestion, it was not just a good idea. It was an order. "And you're gonna go right now."
Danny obviously disagreed. "Steve, I can't just leave you he-"
"Yes you can, Danny." Steve paused as his partner kept shaking his head, "Danny, listen to me! I'm not going to make it out of here. Wo Fat saw to that, and we both know it." Steve could tell his partner was about to start a rant, so he cut him off, "But you,... you are going to get out of here, and you are going to go be with Grace." It was a low blow mentioning his daughter like that, but he already knew the little girl was always in the back of her father's mind. "You are going to take care of her and raise her, you are going to watch her grow up and graduate some day, and then you are going to have one doozie of a rant when she wants a career in law enforcement, and then some day you are going to walk her down the aisle and drive your future son-in-law crazy, and then some day you are going to become a grandpa, and then some day you are going to retire and sit on the beach complaining about the sand because Grace has decided that this is where she wants to stay and raise her family."
Danny was taken aback for a moment at how it appeared that his partner had given this much thought of all the stages of his life he had yet to live. Grace meant everything to him and he wanted, he needed, to be there for her. He gave a resigned nod. It was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do, even worse than watching his brother get on a plane and fly away from his life, because Steve had chose to be a brother to him. A brother he would never see again. "Alright." Was all he said.
***** HAWAII FIVE-0 *****
There is more to this story, but I'm at a good stopping point for now.
Will post more soon. The next chapter will probably be POV's from the guys.