Disclaimer; No copyright infringement intended. I do not own the rights to Hawaii 5-0, nor its characters.
Notes;
1) Yey! A new fic! I was actually in the process of planning a different Five-0 fic when this idea came to me. I'll probably carry on with the other one too, but its moving along very slowly.
2) 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.
3) I'm a college student, not a genius. I can't be right on all counts and while I appreciate criticism and am not too proud to accept it, please don't bash my ideas or tell me that my fic is rubbish.
4) If you don't like my fic, that's fine. I like whump and worried friends, not everyone does. Just don't read it.
5) Now, about this new Five-0 fic, it's going to be quite eccentric and strange. Some may decide that it's unrealistic but that's up to how much imagination one has.
Warning; Whump, angst, violence, language, torture probable in this fic.
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Steve McGarrett headed down the hallways of the Five-0 headquarters, running a hand through his dark hair as he tried to keep his eyes open. He came across his partner's office and swung the door open.
"Hey Danno, I-" He stopped as Danny's head jerked up from the table. "W-were you sleeping?" Steve asked, stifling a snigger but not able to stop himself from grinning.
"Yes, yes I was." Danny rubbed his eyes, clearly irritated by being woken up.
"Okay…Why?" Steve asked, drawling out his words and arching up a brow.
"Because it's two in the morning and I'm sat at a desk. Now what do you want?" He was clearly still agitated as he glared up at his partner.
"I'm clockin' out for the night, you headin' off too?" Steve asked him, tilting his head to the left in light concern for his tired friend. His eyes had their own set of luggage beneath them and there's very little work that one can do when they're this tired.
Danny sighed, dropping his pen and rubbing his hands over his face. "Yeah, I'll finish this off in the morning."
"All right, see you tomorrow, Danno." Steve gave a small parting nod, which Danny returned, before he headed off home.
Danny didn't stay long after Steve had left, his eyes starting to droop and he decided to call it quits before he ended up writing something completely irrelevant on his reports out of sleep deprivation. He exited his office and headed out to his car, stifling a yawn as he tossed his paperwork in the passenger's seat. He remembered almost nothing of the drive home. It was just sort of a tired blur, which wasn't safe, to be driving when he was so tired. But what was he supposed to do? Call a cab?
He arrived at his apartment without incident and dropping his keys on the coffee table, he collapsed on the couch.
Something was wrong.
He looked at the kitchen counter and sat bolt upright.
Steve had once bought him an ornament of a penguin, to make fun of the fact that Danny didn't like the Hawaiian heat and once when the SEAL was visiting, he made a point in making sure that the penguin always faced North. Just something he decided should be. And Danny kept it like that.
So why was the little porcelain bird facing West? Danny hadn't touched it recently. Grace was even more concerned with it facing North than Steve was, so she wouldn't have moved it.
Danny's hand flew to the gun on his belt and he stood up. He stalked towards the bathroom and eased the door open. No one there. Then he heard a thump coming from his bedroom and his gun was out, held out in front of him as he crept towards the door.
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He put his shoulder into the door, slamming it open as he shoved his gun into the room, jerking it in every direction to clear them room of any intruders. No one there.
The window was open and the blinds were knocking around in the wind.
That must have been the noise.
That was the difference between the detective and the SEAL. Danny left windows open all the time. It was too damn hot not to and he simply forgot to close them again. Whereas Steve would have a fit if there was a window left open in his house. So tightly wound, Danny always thought.
He sighed to himself, relief washing over him. He replaced his gun in the holster on his belt and made his way over to the window, pushing it down shut.
He stepped away from the window, about to head back to the lounge when a sharp pain and a crack ripped through the back of his head and he was consumed in darkness.
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"Mornin' boss." Kono smiled warmly as she walked into the conference room towards Steve.
"Hey Kono," Steve greeted, although it was clear that his mind was somewhere else.
"Everything okay?" Kono ventured, propping her hands on her hips as she sensed Steve's' absent mind.
"Did you see Danny on your way in?" Steve asked her with a stoic expression plastered upon his features.
"Uh, no. I didn't." She shook her head, furrowing her brows at Steve's rapid growth in concern. "I'm sure he'll be here soon, Steve."
"He's not answering his phone." Steve declared and began dialling his partner's number again.
"Maybe he slept in." Kono shrugged, trying to think of a rational possibility that wouldn't end in Steve breaking down someone's door in search for Danny.
"No-"
"You know what he's like. And he had a long night last night." Kono shrugged.
"Kono. Something's wrong. I can feel it." Steve met Kono's eyes, his blue orbs pleading her to believe him while still managing to retain a serious look to them.
The slim female looked up into her superior's eyes and sighed. Her lips parted to speak but she was stopped by Chin's sudden entrance.
"Guys, you gotta see this." His expression was one the team recognised as being a signal of bad news.
Steve was almost in front of Chin as the detective led him and Kono to Danny's office and round to the desk. He picked up an envelope and handed it to Steve.
'The Four Horsemen of Hawaii'
Was written on the front of it in red ink and Steve looked at Chin.
"I haven't opened it yet." Chin told him.
Steve made his way to his desk and pulled out a pair of black examination gloves, before taking the envelope to the smart table and opening it with extreme care. Satisfied that there were no obvious signs of explosives, toxics or anything harmful, Steve pulled out a cell phone that was inside the envelope.
He exchanged looks with both his teammates before the phone started to ring. They all hesitated, holding their breath. Is it a bomb threat? A terrorist perhaps?
Steve decided they would never know unless they answered. He flipped open the phone, it wasn't very modern, and answered, putting it on speaker so Chin and Kono could hear.
"This is Commander Steve McGarrett. To whom am I speaking?" He demanded, keeping his 'commander' voice steady with a deep tone.
"War." A shaky old voice cooed to him. It sounded like an old man, a sinister old man. Chin looked at Kono, then Steve with a deep frown
"Excuse me? To whom am I speaking?" Steve repeated, getting agitated.
"Commander Steve McGarrett…War. Officer Kono Kalakaua…famine," Kono swallowed thickly as her name was mentioned.
"Detective Chin Ho Kelly…Pestilence," Chin didn't like the sound of that. He looked to Steve, but he was already anticipating the man's next words.
"Detective Daniel Williams…Death." Steve slammed his fist on the table.
"What have you done with Danny?" He barked.
"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Hawaii will fall…" Was all the old man said, before the line went dead.
The tone of the dead line sent flames of rage through Steve and he resisted the urge to throw the phone across the room at someone. "Kono, get this to Charlie, see what he can find in forensics, Chin, see if you can trace that call." He rapped out his orders and Kono hurried away with the cell phone and the envelope.
Chin lingered. "What are you gonna do?" He asked the Commander.
"I'm goin' to find Danny." Steve stated before heading off outside to his truck.
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Danny didn't wake comfortably. Tied to a chair wasn't the position humans were supposed to sleep in. Although Danny hadn't been asleep; he was out cold, which was not the same thing.
His eyes fluttered open and he cringed at the thunder of pain crashing through his head. He felt warm liquid dripping down the back of his head through his hair. His head was throbbing; it literally felt as though it was pulsating with pain.
He blinked a couple of times to focus his hazy vision, but didn't like what he saw. That's because he saw nothing, well, more or less. He was in a dark room, with only a window on the slanted ceiling for light. It beamed down a sort of spotlight, highlighting where Danny was bound to a thick wooden chair. He was bound with rope, tied around his chest, holding down his arms and his wrists and ankles were also tied with rope, his hands behind his back.
The room was too dark, not just in terms of light. The floor was metal, but it was a black metal. The walls were the same. There was a small window on the door across from him but he couldn't see what was outside it, just a wall.
It was like something out of a horror film and Danny didn't like horror films.
He struggled against the restraints and let out a tentative call for help. His call went unheard. Unheard by anyone who wanted to help that is. The small door opposite Danny let out a squeal as it was opened and a dark figure stepped in. Danny's entire body stiffened.
The man was tall, too tall in fact. It's not hard to make Danny feel small, at 5'5" even Kono towers over him; but this guy was even taller than Steve. He was dressed in a long black cloak with his hood up and he carried a long sickle.
Oh my God…is that…am I?
"Hello Daniel." The man spoke. His voice was hoarse and he sounded old and weak, but he could see the man's lips curl up into a sickening smirk. "You are here to be tested."