Author's Note: What can I say? I finally decided to give the new Hawaii Five-O a try, and I have not been disappointed in the least. I am a huge fan of the original Hawaii Five-O and had very high expectations for the revamped version which have been met in spades. It's safe to say that I am a dyed in the wool #McDanno fan, and I would be quite pleased if the decision was made to put these two characters together as a couple in canon. Long story short, I feel the writers, as well as the actors, give us, the audience, enough leeway in the series to see that as a possibility. Whether it will actually happen canon-wise though, is debatable. If you ask me, I personally believe that producers/writers/directors, as well as the actors themselves, are on course for a romantic relationship between Steve and Danny, but they're going to make us wait for it. So, for now, I, and others that ship these wonderful characters played by two fantastically talented actors, will have to content ourselves with fanfictions.

Continuing with my uncharacteristically long author's note, you will notice that our main antagonist is alive and well for the purposes of this story. For timeline references, this story is set somewhere in the second half of Season 7.

Disclaimer: Hawaii Five-O, as well as the characters found within the series, are owned by CBS Productions, K/O Paper Products, and 101st Street Productions. No profit is being made off this work. The only thing I claim any kind of ownership to is the story itself, and I'd be amazed if someone hadn't thought of something like this already.

Hawaii Five-O – 9:00am, Hawaii Time

Day 1

Danny couldn't remember the last time his head had hurt as badly as it was hurting now. The slightest movement of his neck brought with it the feeling that a stampede of gazelle was trampling over his brain, causing an unrelenting, nauseating pounding between his ears. When he tried to breathe to reduce the desire to vomit, that caused a completely new set of problems, the number one, and most concerning issue, being that if he breathed too deeply, the familiar pressure mixed with pain would flare from his ribs. If he had to guess, he figured at least two definitely bruised, possibly fractured ribs – maybe three. Either way, movement of any kind was not advisable. He supposed he could thank God that at least it was dark, and therefore the pain striking through his head could have been worse than it was.

Then again, Danny hadn't been especially religious since he was a teenager, a non-practicing Catholic who only crossed himself and said the Hail Father's and Mary's when Steve was bound and determined to do something that would, in all probability, get them both killed, or at least severely maimed.

The last thing Danny remembered was waking up in his room to a strange noise and reaching for his firearm before being attacked. He'd been tossed from his bed onto the floor, had fought back as best he could, and for his trouble had earned the headache and chest pains he was currently experiencing. He hadn't seen his assailants, and he'd known then, as he knew now, that there had been more than one. Now, as he looked around the darkened room, he could feel the familiar sense of panic welling within his stomach. His claustrophobia was rearing its ugly head, and even though he couldn't see exactly how large or small the room was, the urge to succumb to a panic attack was growing ever stronger. He had no idea where he was, couldn't see any windows or doors, and was brought here against his will – he was trapped.

Danny rolled onto his back, and immediately regretted it. His head swam, nausea began to quickly mix with the panic already there, which was not a good combination, and with no light, there was nothing for his eyes to focus on, which would have almost certainly helped with the sensation that he was on a boat in the middle of the ocean with a hurricane sitting on top of him. Resting quietly for a few moments, Danny counted internally to ten, and when that didn't center him, he increased it to twenty, then thirty, before giving that technique up all together and choosing instead to focus on the roster for the 91 Yankees…. which worked for all of five seconds.

It occurred to him that no one would know where to look for him. He'd been taken in the middle of the night, so it was unlikely that any of his neighbors had been awake to witness anything. He was single, regrettably, which meant no one had been sleeping beside him when he was taken – which, as Danny mulled that over, was likely a good thing, otherwise that unfortunate soul might be dead presently. He had more than enough guilt in his heart; he could do without the mortification that would ensue with the knowledge that someone had died for, or because of, him.

How long he'd been there, Danny had no idea, nor did he know what time it was, but at caught the sound of what sounded like the shuffling feat outside his door. As it creaked open and the first artificial rays of light shone through, the cop squinted and lifted a hand to give himself some relief from the sudden crack in the darkness. He watched as a shadowed figure walked into the room and heard the door close behind them. Just after that, the flick of a light switch was heard, and Danny looked away as brightness filled the room.

"Detective Williams."

Ah, crap. Of all the voices Danny had never wanted to hear again, this one topped the list. But, he was also in pain, his head was still throbbing – maybe he'd mis-heard. However, as his eyes adjusted slowly but surely to the light and he was finally able to lay eyes on his kidnapper, Danny decided that unless there was another Asian man with a serious case of Harvey Two Face syndrome walking on God's Earth, he was most definitely looking at one of the most notorious criminals he'd ever had the displeasure of tangling with.

Wo Fat stood before Danny with all the ease and swagger of a man who knew he was in full control of the situation, and that didn't bode well for the detective at all. Danny didn't answer as Wo Fat addressed him. In fact, he made the decision right then and there to simply keep his normally hot tempered and quick shooting mouth shut. There was only one reason why Wo Fat would take Danny, and he couldn't help the tight feeling that returned full force right in the pit of his stomach. He watched Wo Fat pull something out of his pocket and quickly recognized it as his own cell phone, and much to his dismay, the phone was unlocked.

"Never use someone's birthday as your password," Wo Fat smirked, navigating through the phone and bringing up the camera. Danny, while making a mental note to change the pass code should he ever get his phone back, watched as the man held it up, lens facing him, and heard the sound effect of photo after photo of him being snapped. When Wo Fat was done, Danny saw the man's thumb sliding over the screen, and that anxious feeling deep within only flared higher and stronger. He knew what Wo Fat was doing, knew he was texting those photos, knew who he was sending them to, and he still kept his mouth shut because he also knew talking now would only make matters worse. Sure enough, barely a minute had passed before his phone started ringing, and he glared daggers at Wo Fat as the man raised the phone to his ear and answered.

"Good morning, Brother."

Hawaii Five-O – 9:00am, Hawaii Time

Day 1

"Check these out," Chin held up what appeared at first glance to Steve to be a simple, thin bit of plastic no more than an inch in length. His interest didn't exactly peak, but when he saw Kono's face lit up like Christmas morning, quirked his mouth a bit and folded his arms. "Alright. I am checking those out. What are they?"

"These, Boss, are GPS tracking devices." Kono grinned. Steve rewarded her with slightly lifted eyebrows. "What's so special about these, Kono? We've had GPS for years now."

"They're special because of where they can go," Chin answered. He held out his forearm and delicately balanced one of the GPS trackers on the skin just below his elbow. "It can be implanted anywhere within a person's body. It's the same technology veterinarians use to chip animals."

"Oh, that's great," Steve stepped forward and gently took one of the devices between his fingers. "Hey, you know this'll be great for undercover work." Both Chin and Kono were nodding their heads in agreement. "And not just for that – if we ever have to chip an inanimate object, we can imbed this into it," Kono's head disappeared below the comms table in the center of Five-O headquarters and when she reappeared, was holding what looked like a cell phone in her hand. "The best part about these is that they're made with a special durable plastic, so it can't be picked up by metal detectors and the GPS is encrypted." She slid the mobile looking device across the table towards Steve. "And because it's encrypted, it can only be picked up with a matching sensor."

"These were made specifically for law enforcement operations in mind," Chin supplied, grinning from ear to ear. "So, who's gonna be the guinea pig and try it out?" Steve looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well we can't just expect them to work perfectly on the first try." Kono grinned, looking between her cousin and her boss. "So, someone is going to need to volunteer to have it implanted so we can test it."

"Oh, well, okay, in that case, I volunteer Danny," Steve laughed, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He reached down and dug it out, seeing the alert for a picture message from his partner.

There were not many things in the world that could make his blood run cold, his chest tighten, and his stomach clench all at once, but the picture he was currently staring at did the trick. His fingers flew over to the phone icon and pressed it, and Steve brought the mobile to his ear. He didn't miss that Kono and Chin had both gone quiet and he waved at them to stay that way for the moment. He heard the ring tone sound twice before a voice answered the phone that was distinctly, definitely, not Danny.

"Good morning, Brother." Steve could almost hear the smile in Wo Fat's voice. "I take it you got the message."

"What do you want, Wo Fat?" He didn't miss the way Kono and Chin's bodies tensed when he mentioned the man by name, and he quickly flipped his finger over the screen to put the phone on speaker.

"A simple conversation. We didn't get as far as I would have liked during our last meeting."

"So, you take one of my team hostage to get me to come around, is that it?" Steve snapped his fingers at Kono and mouthed the word 'trace', and she hopped to it, fingers flying over the digital keyboard as she attempted to lock on to the signal Danny's phone was emitting.

"More or less. And, since it would be in Mr. Williams' best interest to have this conversation as soon as is possible, I will save you the trouble of attempting to locate me via your GPS tracking software. There is a commercial plane leaving for Tokyo in three hours. Be on it."

"No, no, no Steve, don't you dare, dammit! You listen to me, don't-"

Steve's gut cramped painfully. "I want to talk to him."

The line went dead.

"Sorry, Steve – we didn't get him." Kono gave Steve a grim look.

The SEAL nodded, hands on his hips as he stared at his phone, the photo of Danny looking up at him, equal parts confusion, fury, and if Steve was honest, just the tiniest hint of fear running through him. "I'm going to Tokyo."

"I'll book the tickets." Chin made to move to his office to do just that, but Steve's emphatic 'no' stopped him.

"I need you and Kono to stay here, hold down the fort." When both cousins looked like they were about to argue, Steve shook his head. "Five-O still has to operate, we still have open cases, and I don't put it past Wo Fat to take Danny just so that he can drag my ass half way across the world to distract all of us from a secondary plan he may be hatching here. Maybe all he wants is to finish what he started two years ago, but if he doesn't, and he has something going on here on the side, I need you two here to stop it." A harsh breath pushed from his lungs. Chin frowned.

"Steve?"

"I'm ending this," McGarrett muttered after a few moments of silence. "I'm not coming back until Wo Fat is in the ground. I'll dig his own grave and bury him myself if I have to, but my father is dead, my mother is running all over the world in hiding, my sister and I were uprooted from our lives, and now he's got Danny locked somewhere in a basement in the middle of Japan." He looked both Chin and Kono in the eye, deadly resolve in his eyes. "This ends. Now. This is the absolute last time that man interferes with my life and my family."

To say that it was uncharacteristic of Steve McGarrett to be so open about his inner thoughts was an understatement, and that was probably why neither Kono nor Chin argued the point with him any further. "At least let Max implant one of these in you before you go." Kono held up the GPS device. "It shouldn't take him long, and you should have more than enough time to get to the airport to catch the flight."

Chin nodded in agreement. "Yea, there's nothing saying that you'll be staying in Tokyo once you get there, Steve."

"Alright, hand it over. Call Max for me, let him know I'm on my way. Tell him I want him ready to put this thing in me the second I walk through the door."

"Got it. Be careful, Steve."

Hawaii Five-O – 11:30am, Hawaii Time. 7:30am the following day, Tokyo Time.

Day 1

"Is it working?"

Kono checked the tracking device and nodded. "Yep, like a charm. We have a schematic of Honolulu International up on the monitor right now – it shows you standing right in front of the gate."

"Alright, look – Lou is on vacation, Abby's back in San Francisco on a consult – you guys stay put, okay? You stay put, but if you don't hear from me in 24 hours, call Joe White and give him the last known location that comes up on the GPS. He'll know what to do."

"Will do, Boss." Kono paused for a moment before adding: "Bring our boy home."

"That's the plan." Steve ended the call.