You picked the wrong guy
By
Landon Richardson
Disclaimer
None of the characters who are mentioned in the story belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my own personal entertainment,
Author Note
Welcome to my new chapter story...
Okay so I'm not really sure where this came from. I just knew that I wanted to write something where Danny go to shine and was a proper BAMF who could save himself from any situation he found himself in. I'm not sure how long it will be but heyho… enjoy
Summary
Danny felt almost sorry for his kidnappers, they had clearly thought when they had taken him that he would be the easiest to subdue on the 50 taskforce. It was a shame that they had gotten it so, so wrong.
Chapter Summary
One way or another Danny was going home, the only question was how many bodies did he have to climb over to do it?
Overall Romance
Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams
Chapter One
15th July 2014
13:54
The first thing which greeted Danny Williams when he slowly opened his eyes was darkness. He blinked allowing his eyes a moment to adjust to it, even as he tried to figure out in his head why it was dark when only a few seconds before it had been daytime. He tried to remember but the memories skirted away from him, leaving him confused. Had he gone home and fallen asleep and somehow missed the whole afternoon? He knew that a day spent on nothing but paperwork could be boring but he had never quite blank the whole experience from his mind before.
The second thing he realised was that his body was moving up and down, sliding to and fro on a rough surface. He reached down, touching what he was lying on with his fingertips, feeling felt beneath his touch. He realised almost instantly that he must have been lying on a carpet of some description. His hands and feet were bound tightly together with what felt like masking tape and the back of his neck was throbbing painfully, sending a shooting pain down his back indicating a hit of some kind from behind.
Grunting, he twisted so he was on his back and reached up, feeling around him. The area he was in was small, empty other than himself. That, added to the bumping sensation probably meant that he was now in the trunk of a car being transported somewhere.
He breathed out shakily, allowing himself five seconds to give into the panic which swept through him in a wave, a wave which made his stomach churn as he realised the seriousness of his predicament before he ruthlessly cut it off before it could take hold on him. The last thing he had time for was to give into fear, fear would cripple him, make him slow and stupid and he needed everything in him working clearly to get through the experience he knew was coming.
People as well known and recognisable as him weren't kidnapped randomly. They were kidnapped for a reason and Danny needed to figure out that reason.
He closed his eyes, searching through his scattered memories trying to build up a picture in his mind of how he ended up in the trunk of a car.
He could remember leaving the office to get lunch. Steve had been in his own office preparing for his meeting with the Governor that afternoon so he had needed every spare second of time he could get, to go over their reports to make sure he had everything in his mind for the Governor's questions. Danny had taken pity on his partner and told the other man that he would pick up lunch for them both and bring it back. Chin had been in his office and Kono nowhere to be seen which could have meant she was taking the one long lunch a week she was allowed so she could go surfing. He had raised his hand at Chin in goodbye but hadn't bothered asking him if he wanted anything. The large bowl of food that Chin was making his way through was an indication that the older man was good.
He had driven to the local market to pick up some food for that evening, put it in the back of his car and then driven to the nearby deli which Steve loved and that was the last thing he remembered other than a sharp burning pain in his neck which has spread through his body like he was on fire.
Danny shifted against, moving his arms over one shoulder and touching the tender skin of his neck, wincing at the pain the simple action caused. The skin was hot to touch which probably meant he had been tazered, it would certainly explain why he had clearly gone down like a sack of potatoes.
His mouth was dry so he had probably been out for an hour or so which meant that the others would start to wonder where he was. He shifted his arms again and patted them awkwardly down his body, silently cursing when he realise that he had nothing on him so there would be no way for the others to trace him. It seemed that it wasn't his lucky day and that rescue wouldn't come swiftly for him. He would have to rely on himself.
He listened carefully, he could hear the sound of muffled singing meaning the radio was on in the main car, the vechicle was moving at a smooth, steady pace, probably at about 40 MPH so whoever had him was driving in a way that draw little to no attention to themselves. If he had been gone about an hour it would be two, after the midday rush and before the evening one but there should still be enough cars around.
Danny moved again, hunching himself over so his back was towards the main car and kicked out, ignoring the pain the simple action caused him. It took two more kicks until the tail light shattered, scattering onto the road below. Danny stayed still, listening carefully for any change but the muffled song continued and the car remained at the same speed indicating that the driver hadn't see anything.
Danny growled, shaking his head.
If he had been kidnapped by a group of punk kids then he would never hear the end of it from his team.
He shifted his body again, grunting at the effort until his head was near the light, he squinting in it, ignoring the pain again as he peered through, his gaze flickering around him taking everything in. The road was empty behind them and greenery surrounded it meaning they were on one of the lesser used roads.
Danny rolled his eyes, wishing for a moment that things could be easy before he skirted forward resting his bound hands by the gap and forced his fingers through, the edge of the glass cut into him but that didn't matter. None of the main roads would remain empty the whole time and he might get lucky and someone might see his hands, realise what was happening and call it in. If he knew Steve then the other man would be looking for anything which might indicate where Danny was and a report of an apparent kidnap victim in the back of a car might help. His partner was a clever man when he wasn't acting like a Neanderthal animal.
For a moment he wondered what would happen if no one saw him and no one came for him but he pushed the thought away from his mind.
If no came for him then he would simply get himself out of the mess, it wouldn't be the first time he had done it and he was pretty sure it wouldn't be enough.
One way or another Danny was going home, the only question was how many bodies did he have to climb over to do it?
Author Note
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