Sorry for the long wait, but life has been crazy. Some people at work left and now I have to work all the time, while trying to keep up with school, and just . . . Yeah. BUT, you guys aren't here to listen to me talk! You're here to read!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-O which is obvious, because, if I did, Danny would get hurt a lot more.

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Chin sat at his desk, finishing paperwork as his mind ran through what had happened the past few days.

Steve hadn't moved for at least ten minutes as the fire went on, licking at the edges of the crumpled metal and making the day even hotter than it actually was. When the fire department arrived, he finally stood up, Danny's phone still clutched in his hand and got to work, handling the scene like he would any other crime scene.

Chin and Kono watched as he finished handling the crime scene and walked away, stopping for a moment as he looked at Danny's car. He slowly walked forward and opened the door, getting into the driver's seat and placing Danny's phone on the seat next to him before driving away.

That had been three days ago and neither Kono nor Chin had heard or seen him. Chin took a deep breath as he slowly put the folder he had been working on into his desk. Looking up, he saw Kono slowly walk into his office, her face worried with sadness for their lost member still in her eyes. "Hey, Kono."

Kono sat down, her hands in her lap as her eyes went from the floor to Chin. "I'm worried about Steve. I've tried to call him, but he never answers. I think you need to go over there and see him. See if he's ok."

Chin took a deep breath and slowly stood, walking around the front of his desk and leaning against it. "This hit him hard. I'm not sure that there is anything that we can do but wait."

"Chin . . ." Kono stopped and rubbed her eyes, showing the exhaustion that they were all feeling. They were waiting for Max's final report about the scene and dreading what they knew it would say. "Please. Go and see him."

Chin nodded and sighed. "Ok, Kono. I'll go and see him."


Chin knocked on the door, waiting for an answer, which he knew he wouldn't get, in the setting sun. Walking around the side of Steve's house, he saw him for the first time in three days, dressed in a t-shirt and his traditional cargo pants, something that Danny had teased him for many a time, with his feet bare. A beer dangled from his fingertips and another sat untouched by the chair next to him where Danny's phone sat.

Chin walked up next to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Steve."

Steve slowly looked up, dark bags under his eyes showing many nights of wakefulness and very little sleep. "Chin. What are you doing here?" He said, looking back out at the ocean.

"Kono was worried, said I needed to come and check on you." Chin crouched down and sat on his heels, his hand moving down to the arm of Steve's chair.

"I'm fine, Chin," Steve whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. "Is Max done with the autopsy, yet?"

Chin looked down at the sand and frowned, knowing that what Steve had said moments before was a blatant lie. "Not yet. He should be calling soon with the results." He paused and looked at the way Steve's shoulders were slumped, his hands clutching the beer bottle in a way that he had never seen before. It spoke volumes of how close he and Danny had really become, how they had both gotten under each other's rough shells and into their hearts. Anyone could see that they were like brothers, it didn't take much to know that. "Steve-."

"You don't need to say anything, Chin. I've already thought of it all." He looked up from the sand and at the blue water of the ocean. "My mind tells me that he's dead but my gut tells me that he isn't and sometimes . . . sometimes I feel like I can even sense that he's still alive, only for my mind to tell me that it's not possible, that he's . . . gone. God, Chin." Steve let the beer bottle fall into the sand as his hands went up to his face, trying desperately to wipe away the moisture that now resided there.

Chin was about to go to him when his phone began to ring, making him pause and reach into his pocket, dread filling his gut when he saw that it was Max. "Max-."

"Is Commander McGarrett there?!" Chin was taken aback by the way that Max sounded, frantic and excited at the same time.

"Max, I don't know if now is the best time-."

"Put the phone on speaker, Chin!" Max interrupted for a second time.

Chin sighed and did as he was told, putting the phone on speaker as Steve took his face out of his hands. "Go ahead, Max."

"I just finished the autopsies on our kidnappers and I came across something rather peculiar-." Chin winced when he realized that Max was about to go into one of his long winded explanations when Steve interrupted.

"Get to the point Max." Steve said, his voice dead serious and full of hidden fear.

There was a pause until Max's voice came back over the phone. "Detective Williams was not in the car."

Steve stood, next to Chin in an instant and hovering close to the phone. "Say again, Max."

"There wasn't enough left to fingerprint and obviously a facial recognition test was out of the option. I moved onto a dental records test and found that Detective Williams dental records weren't even close to those of the victims in the car." Max spoke quickly, trying to give the distraught Commander some hope.

"Good job, Max." Steve praised, a smile actually on his face. "Did you get a match on the identities of the bodies?"

"Not yet, Commander. I called you the instant I discovered that Detective Williams was not among them. To find out their identities was the next task I was going to do."

Steve nodded. "Get to it, Max." Steve turned around and grabbed Danny's phone off of his usual chair and headed towards the house, putting the phone in one of his cargo pockets and sealing it.

Chin hung up the line with Max and followed, curious as to see what Steve's next move was. He wasn't expecting what happened.

The idea that Steve wasn't working on the case of who "killed" Danny had been gnawing at him since the incident and to finally find out why was a shocking discovery. Chin walked into the back door and stopped in his tracks, looking around Steve's kitchen.

There were photos of the crime scene, photos of possible suspects, Wo Fat being one of them, photos of the car before what had happened, it had been stolen, and notes on anything pertaining to Danny's "death" plastered on the walls and littered across the table, showing the reasons for Steve's sleepless nights. "Steve? What were you doing?"

"I thought that they had killed Danny, Chin," Steve said, rifling through some papers on his counter, looking for something. "I wasn't planning on putting them in prison. They were going to pay for what they did." Pulling out a paper, he passed it to Chin, pointing at the corner. "I didn't think that this was relevant before, but that could give us some clues as so to who took Danno."

Chin looked at the picture and where Steve was pointing. A small security camera looked right down at the alley where the van crashed, causing Chin to smile.

However, Steve smile was bigger as he grabbed the Camaro's keys and strode towards the front door. "Let's go find Danno."


Danny opened his eyes and groaned, feeling the cutting bite of the zip ties on his wrists, securing them to the leg of the chair he was seated in. After attempting to move his legs, he realized that they too were secured.

He finally looked up, his vision still a little hazy, and saw a man walk towards him, his face smiling and semi-kind, but there was a murderous glint in his eyes. The smile grew larger and his voice came out like a song. "Hello, Detective. Shall we begin?"


DUN DUN DDDDUUUUUUNNNNNN!

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

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P.S. I promise that there will be more Danny in the next chapter, I just had to get the upset Steve out of my system.