Recently I had the unfortunately pleasure of being the victim of prejudice. I wont get into it and it wasn't a serious incident; more stupidity than anything else but from that I've given rise to this new story.

So we can thank the idiot who wasn't raised in this century and had a firm talking down from several of the people around me during the incident. I dedicate this story to that person whose ignorance shocked me past my writers block.

Here's me taking that lemon and making lemonade!

Hope you enjoy!

Oz

The end.

Or at least, that's what it felt like. Well it wasn't THE end, it was more like HIS end that's what a certain Jersey detective was convinced he was experiencing at that very moment.

How or why it was happening Danny Williams had no idea. Sure maybe he'd been a little brisk with the barista at the coffee place when she'd forgotten the cream in his coffee but who wouldn't be? It was four forty-five in the morning and not only had he been woken a half hour ago by his fearless and sleepless leader, he hadn't been caffeinated. So maybe he regretted giving the chipper Hawaiian girl a pinched smile as he politely demanded she make the drink again before he found some way to shut down the shop for health code violations. But had that brief interlude really lead to his current situation? He'd actually apologized when she returned with a new drink and a slightly more forced smile.

She'd eased her stance a little and said he wouldn't be the first and wouldn't be the last. So Danny's taken his coffee and the three others he'd gotten for his teammates and headed out. That's when the end began.

One moment, he was rounding the back of the building to the parking lot behind and the next thing he knew a white-hot pain threatened to take him from the conscious world. He wasn't sure it hadn't as blow after blow was delivered to his body again and again. It was the simple disbelief of what was happening to him that had short-circuited any self-defense response his brain would allow.

Something must have changed because finally mercifully the blows had stopped but not before he was sure his bruises had bruises and there was possibly a broken bone or six he had suffered.

"What the...? Oh sh**!" In the haze of pain and shock unfamiliar voices wafted into his ears as he felt himself being dragged but suddenly dropped.

"Keep your voice down fool! What is it?"

"This ain't some dumb haole, look!" Danny felt someone roughly grab his belt; he could only be thankful he'd left his gun locked in the glove compartment of his car.

"Is that a badge?!"

"He's a G*d damn pig! Brah! Dude! We beat up a hoale pig!"

"Ah ha! Yes, bruddah, yes! Let's dump him and go; he ain't seen our faces."

While the two voices traded back and forth gleefully, Danny felt himself being once again lifted roughly and shoved bodily forward only to land on what smelled like garbage.

'A dumpster? Really?' Danny's stunned mind thought to himself as the metal lid slammed down shrouding him in darkness.

"We gotta call someone. We gotta help him man." Curiously it was then a third voice joined the first two, it sounded less excited and happy and more hesitant and scared. "I ain't... I ain't goin' down for killin' a cop. We were just 'sposed to spook the Haole's but this is too far brah, too much! I didn't sign up for this!"

"We ain't going down for nuthin', now keep your damn mouth shut and let's get out of here," said the first voice. Several quick footsteps could be heard and soon faded far-far away.

Danny simply lay there, in his dark prison on a mound of garbage trying to figure out what was going on. Had he the faculties, he would have realized he was badly injured, hidden from any helping hands and trapped in a small dark place. But shock and injuries won out and moments of pain faded to nothing as an oily darkness seeped into his fogged mind and relieved him of the want to even think of how much trouble he was in.

Five-0 Head Quarters:

"Hey boss?" Steve looked up from his computer to find Kono leaning just inside his doorway. She looked tired, hell they all did and as much as Steve had felt bad waking up his team he knew they couldn't let their lead go. Three weeks ago random attacks had started happening in areas of Honolulu that had a mix of tourists and locals. The attacks would happen at random and different areas but the accounts from the victims had always been the same.

They were on vacation or simply looked non-native. The attacks would happen in the wee hours of the morning or late at night basically when no one would be around to help the victim. So far six people had been attacked and unfortunately one had died of their injuries. The Governor was breathing down Five-0's neck as the media was starting to put fear in the hearts of tourists and the industry was starting to suffer.

Then two hours ago, Steve had gotten a phone call from the night watch at H.P.D. Their cyber-crime unit had stumbled across a link to a website called "Aloha Kama'aina Style!" The site profiled all six victims horrific beatings and then left comments about how tourism was ruining the islands. This was the break Five-0 had been waiting for and now Steve had called in the team, regardless of the hour to go through the videos to see if they could catch any faces or evidence to stop the people responsible.

"What's up Kono? You found something?" Steve asked. Kono shook her head as she fought a yawn.

"Chin's still dissecting the videos, there's a lot to go through," she replied. "Just wondering if you've heard from Danny." Steve jerked his head back and looked at the clock on his wall. He'd been so involved in his own research that he'd completely forgotten about their fourth man. Sure enough, it was 5:50 am and Danny was over an hour late. Getting to his feet Steve pulled out his cell and hit his partner's speed dial.

After six rings the detective's answering service picked up; "Hey its Detective Williams, leave your details at the beep. If this is Commander McNo-patience, I'm sure I'll see you soon so don't bother." *beep* The message always made Steve laugh as it had the first time he'd heard it but the fact that the statement didn't seem to be true this time had the Navy SEAL a tad worried.

"Hey Danno, did you go back to sleep again? Come on buddy we got work to do and you were supposed to bring coffee. Kono's getting crazy eyes already." At that the Hawaiian officer grinned at him and shook her head. "So give me a call partner, let me know where you are." With that Steve hung up and stared at his phone.

"Something wrong?" Chin had appeared in the doorway next to his cousin. "Danny forget the coffee?"

"He didn't answer," Steve replied. Then he frowned and looked up at the two cousins who returned his look of consternation. Danny had been just as eager to get this case closed as anyone. He'd spent long hours and followed every lead in an effort to stop the senseless violence. It just didn't make sense that he wouldn't have been the second one to the office earlier that morning even if he was getting the coffee.

Just as Steve was considering making the trip to his partner's apartment, his cell phone started ringing again and low and behold up popped a picture of Danny with Grace in his arms.

"Speak of the devil," Steve sighed shaking his head. He gave the cousins a smile before answering; "You get lost on the way to the office Danno?" he joked.

"Uh..." When a very unfamiliar and very NOT Danny answered the detective's phone, Steve's spine stiffened drawing looks of concern from his teammates.

"Who is this? Where's Detective Williams?"

"M, my name is Keyla," said a shaking voice. Clearly whoever this was, was obviously upset and Steve knew he had to reign in his own concern if he wanted answers. He motioned to Chin to trace the call and followed the two cousins to the main computer table before returning to the conversation and putting it on speaker.

"Okay Keyla, can you tell me how you got this phone?" Steve asked.

"I heard it r, ring... he's... G*d I don't know I, if he's alive... I don't... I don't want to touch him." Steve's gut bottomed out, Kono and Chin's eyes went wide with concern as they all looked at one another. Swallowing hard, Steve forced himself to be calm.

"Sweet heart I need you to be strong for me right now okay?" he said. "Is the man short and blonde and wearing a badge that says Five-0?"

"Y, yeah," Keyla said. "M, Manny's called an ambulance but... but I don't know."

"Coffee shop of Manoa St," Chin said the trace having finished. Steve didn't need anymore, he Chin and Kono were moving toward the exit.

"Keyla I know it might be scary but please, I need you to check if he's breathing and has a pulse," Steve urged.

"Kay." There was shuffling over the line and Steve could hear and for a second he wondered if the call had been dropped.

"Hello?" said a new male voice.

"Who is this?" Steve grit out as he leapt into his truck and started the engine.

"Manny, I own Koa Coffee Hut," the man replied. "I've called an ambulance and the cops and yeah, the guys breathin' brah but he ain't looking to good. Keyla was takin' out the trash and just heard a phone ring. She's all shook up." Steve allowed himself to take a breath glad that is sounded like this guy was handling the situation.

"My name is Commander McGarrett," Steve said with an official air. "That guy's my partner and a senior detective with the Governor's task force; you don't let anyone but police and paramedics near him understand Manny?"

"You got it Commander."

Breaking every speed limit he could and weaving in and out of traffic like a mad man, Steve pulled up in the parking lot behind the coffee-house where an emergency scene was already unfolding. Chin and Kono pulled up seconds behind and together the three of them raced through police tape badges raised straight into the heart of it. An older man and a wide-eyed local girl stood off to one side as two paramedics and four fire fighters were crawling all over one of the buildings dumpsters.

"Okay, he's stable, nice and careful now on three," One of the paramedics who was in the dumpster with one of the fire fighters. "One, two, three."

Steve skidded to a halt suddenly unable to move. Chin and Kono did exactly the same as Danny's battered body was hefted out of the dumpster and gently placed on the waiting gurney.

"Danny..." Kono whooshed out. That got Steve moving, badge raised he raced forward to his partner's side trying to ignore how badly the man looked.

"Commander McGarrett, Five-0, he's my partner," Steve said jogging along side the gurney.

"Worked with your team on a few scenes," one paramedic nodded. "We're scooping and running with this one Commander, you're welcome to come for the ride." And Steve did so, he knew he didn't have to tell the cousins to handle the scene and that he'd keep them informed. They were a strong enough team to already know how a situation like this could go.

As the ambulance wailed its way through traffic, Steve watched as his partner's shirt was cut open revealing a mass of nasty bruises.

"What happened?" Steve asked in disbelief. As the paramedic worked to attach IV's and constantly check Danny's vitals, he shook his head.

"Best guess is he gotten beaten up good by at least three people," he replied. Then he paused only for a second in his ministrations; "Was at a scene like this a few days ago," he said. He looked up with a dark look in his eyes; "As I recall you and your team showed up there too." A rage like no other filled Steve's gut as he looked down at his blonde partner and narrowed his eyes. The gang they'd been tracking had now made the mistake of making it personal.

As Steve watched his friend take painful breaths, he put a hand gently on the man's leg.

"We'll get them Danny, you just hang in there," he encouraged.

Four hours of sitting in the waiting room, drinking bad coffee and pacing like a caged lion and Steve was finally rewarded with a doctor appearing and immediately heading in his direction. He'd been keeping in touch with Chin and Kono as they took statements and catalogued everything and anything that could be considered evidence. They were just finishing up and moments ago had called Steve to let him know they were on their way to the hospital.

"Doc," Steve nodded. "How's Danny?"

"Remarkably he'll be okay," the doctor replied. Steve closed his eyes, fought off every emotion that threatened to burst forth and took a breath. Opening again and allowed a small amount of relief he looked sternly at the man before him.

"He didn't look like he'd been fine Doc," he replied. The doctor nodded with understanding.

"Which is why I say he WILL be fine and not IS," he answered with respect. "He's got a minor concussion, three cracked ribs, a sprained wrist, two broken fingers and some cuts that needed a few stitches and deep bruises we're keeping an eye on but he's been cleared of any serious internal injury." Letting the information sink in, the Doctor put a hand on Steve's shoulder and squeezed reassuringly; "He's an extremely lucky man Commander, in fact, it looks like he managed to curl up on himself most likely protecting himself from serious injury."

"He was unconscious the whole way here," Steve said almost like he was trying to find out if the Doctor was lying to him or not.

"Yes he was, severe shock will do that to a person," came the calm reply. "As I said, we're watching him closely but we've got fluids and oxygen pumping into him as well as a regiment of pain medication. We'll keep him for 24 hours but baring any complications he'll be okay to go home for rest. He woke up shortly after he was brought in and has been steadily improving, I figured you'd want to be there for him as soon as I could allow."

"You thought right," Steve nodded. "Lead the way and... thanks Doc."

Soon enough Steve found himself at the foot of his partner's bed taking in the man's condition. Yes Danny did look better from the mess he'd been when Steve had last seen him but he was a far cry from looking like... well, like Danny. The detective's face was pale and bruised, his wrist was splinted, fingers as well and his chest tightly wrapped. Every breath looked like it hurt; undoubtedly it did with his rib situation.

"In't get the coffee. Sorry." Steve was so busy taking the man in that he startled slightly realizing two slits of blue eyes were now looking up at him. Quickly getting to his partner's side, the Navy SEAL put gentle hand on the man's shoulder.

"Don't worry Danno, I think I can forgive you," he smiled. Danny's face cringed and he tried to take a deep breath before abandoning the idea and opening his eyes a little wider.

"What happ'nd?" he grunted. Steve fought back the bitter taste of rage in his mouth and shook his head.

"What do you remember?" he asked. Danny tried to adjust himself as if it might help with the pain but again, abandoned the movement quickly.

"Nnn' wanting cream an' being a jerk about it," the detective replied. After a moment, Danny blinked his eyes a bit wider and he looked up at Steve. "Did I get beat up because I made the coffee lady angry?" he asked. Steve chuckled sadly but shook his head.

"No," he replied. "We think it might be..."

"The case we're working," Danny grunted.

"Yeah," Steve sighed. "M'sorry brah." The detective grunted again put gave him a small smile.

"For what?" he replied. "You didn't throw any punches."

"Sorry I haven't found these bastards yet," Steve came back instantly. Danny waved his good hand and shook his head.

"We will," he said. Then he winced and curled up a bit, a sure sign that it was time for some more pain medication.

"Time for the good drugs?" Steve asked.

"F'you'd be so kind," Danny chuckled through his pain. Steve pressed the call button to alert the nurse's station before giving his suffering partner another smile.

"You tell me what you need, Danno," he offered. With a wince and a grunt, Danny shook his head.

"Nail'em to the wall partner," he sighed. Then waking up a bit more, due to pain or to make sure he got his point across, Danny looked Steve in the eye and said; "I'm the last one, y'hear?"

"I hear you," Steve nodded firmly. Just then the nurse came in and gave the two men a smile.

"What can I do for Hawaii's finest?" he smiled.

"Drugs and lots of them, please," Danny replied.

"Detective," the nurse scolded playfully as he approached one of the man's IV's and started pushing buttons to release more pain medication. "Keep talking to me like that and the Commander here might think I'm your dealer." Steve laughed glad that Danny appeared to be in good hands.

"He can think what'er he wants," Danny said with a slight slur as the drugs started into his system. "M'the one in pain here... N'd stop... c'nt... sing… purple... ugh." This time the nurse and Steve shared a laugh together as Danny's eyes drooped and he drifted off to a narcotic induced sleep. After a second of the nurse watching to make sure the detective's vitals were steady, he turned to Steve and extended a hand.

"It's an honor sir," the nurse said. Steve, a bit surprised, shook the man's hand and smiled. "You don't know me but two years ago your team busted a jewelry store robbery and got all the hostages out safe; One of them being my 75-year-old grandma. I promise you up and down your man here will be well taken care of as long as I'm on watch." Smiling, Steve was happy to be reminded that there were people out there who appreciated what his team did regardless of where they were born and raised.

"Thanks Nurse...?"

"Ben Mokulele," the man replied.

"Ben," the Navy SEAL nodded handing over his card. "Call me Steve and call me if ANYTHING changes, I need to meet up with my team and catch the people responsible for this. As of this moment you're the man I come to if something happens to my partner okay?" The Hawaiian nurse gave a nod and tucked the card away in his pocket patting it down for safe keeping.

"Will do sir," he nodded firmly. Feeling a bit guilty but knowing Danny would want him to keep going with the case, Steve reluctantly headed for the door. At least he could take stalk in the fact that Danny's nurse, a sturdy built Hawaiian was ready and willing to help his partner should the need arise and until Steve could get back to him.

The SEAL had just reached the hospital doors when Chin pulled up in Steve's own truck without Kono. The look on the cousin's face was anything but promising.

"Hey, how's Danny?" Chin asked as Steve climbed in the passenger seat.

"Amazingly he'll be okay, thank G*d," the Commander said letting out a deep breath he'd been holding for hours. Chin nodded clearly grateful but still seemingly distracted. "What's going on?" Steve asked point-blank.

"The video, it was released two minutes ago," Chin said quietly. "Cyber-crimes alerted us and Kono detoured back to the office to check it out."

"Okay we knew that would probably happen," Steve said not quite understanding Chin's trepidation. "What aren't you telling me?" he asked. Chin paused and gave a look that only the Zen like calm man could give before carefully continuing.

"The video title is "Round One"," he explained. "The subtitle is; "Stay tuned for another "pig roast""." Steve's eyes went wide with anger and disbelief.

"These punks are upping their game to cops? Tourists and people who didn't look like them weren't bad enough?" he asked incredulously. Chin shook his head as he pulled into traffic again.

"Looks like they got a taste of something they liked," he replied with disgust. Steve seethed for a moment before narrowing his eyes in anger not just for his partner but for the police force, native or not, on Hawaii.

"Yeah, well they're about to get a taste of Five-0," the Navy SEAL snarled. "And I guarantee you it wont taste as nice."

Yay! New multichapter! Hope you liked the first chapter and you'll review/stick with me for more!

Heads up; if you thought the whumpage was over... you clearly haven't read my other stories. MWA HA HA!

Thanks for reading!

Oz