Disclaimer; No copyright infringement intended. I do not own the rights to Hawaii 5-0, nor its characters.

Notes;

1) Some chapters will be longer than others.

2) Like I said before, Steve's gonna be suffering a little bit. So prepare for both of our lovely boys to be in trouble.

3) There will be no non/con or rape in this fic. No matter how creepy it gets or how sick the bad guy it, that's just not my style.

4) I always stay a few chapters ahead so chapter 4 is already written, just not published. That way there's a smaller chance of me abandoning this fic or too much time passing without an update.

Shoutouts;

3 reviews in under 8 hours. WOW! Thank you all so much, a special thanks to CasiNight, Maxie, TMVH50, ambard10, lanteaddicted, Ghee Buttersnaps15 and tiggrr527 for leaving reviews and PMing me. I couldn't even count how many people added it to the favorites or alert lists and I thank those who did. It really does spur me on to continue.

Warning; Whump, angst, gore, violence, language probable in this fic.

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As he started to wake up, Steve felt groggy and dazed. He opened his eyes to be greeted with a clean white hospital room. His brows furrowed lazily and he sat up slowly, feeling like he was going to be sick if he moved too suddenly.

"Welcome back, brah." Chin's voice greeted him from across the room and Steve looked over to see his teammate standing up from the chair and approaching him.

"Hey." Steve croaked, his voice weak from disuse. His mouth tasted like medicine and was awfully dry. Chin handed him a cup of water with a straw and Steve thanked him, sucking up the cold liquid gratefully.

"How you feeling?" Chin asked him after he'd finished half of the water.

"Wonderful." Steve retorted, his voice a little clearer this time. "What about you?" he looked up, noticing a cut on the man's sharp cheekbone and remembering that Chin wasn't that far away from the bomb either.

"Oh, I'm fine, couple of cuts and bruises but other than that…" Chin shrugged and Steve believed him. Thankfully he did look fine. Before Steve could ask his next question, Chin knew what it was and answered it. "Kono's fine too. She just went off to get some coffee, she should be back soon."

Steve nodded, relieved that his team were okay. But he was missing something. Something important. "And Danny?"

Chin didn't answer. His eyes dropped and he slid his hands into his pockets.

"Chin?" Steve sat up a little more and his expression turned serious. "Where's Danny?"

Kono entered the room with two coffees and a smiled spread across her pretty face as she approached. "Steve, you're awake." She stated happily. But Steve's eyes didn't move from Chin.

"Where. Is. Danny?" Steve demanded. Anger, desperation and downright worry started to build up inside him.

The cousins exchanged worried glances before Chin sighed and looked at Steve. "Brah, we're doing everything we can to find him…"

Steve's heart almost stopped. "He's missing?" He managed to get out, despite the lack of air entering his lungs.

"Everybody got hit by the blast and when we looked up…he was gone…" Kono spoke quietly, biting her bottom lip.

Steve's eyes were the size of dinner plates in his head as he stared straight ahead. He barely blinked. His breathing was fast.

"Steve?" Chin spoke up, not liking the look of shock on his teammates' face.

Steve sprang into action. He whipped the blanket off of him and shifted round so that his legs were dangling off the edge of the bed. Then his head started to spin. His stomach churned and his face was white as a sheet, even a little green.

"Hang on, brah!" Chin grabbed the trash can from beside the bed and held it in front of him. Steve grabbed the trashcan and leaned into it as he was violently sick.

Kono stayed back a little, covering her mouth with her hand. She wasn't good with vomit. Chin held the trashcan with one hand and patted Steve's back with the other. "The doctor said that nausea was normal in secondary blast injuries." He assured Steve and Kono, although he felt like he was assuring himself a little too.

Steve stopped vomiting after a while and Chin took the trashcan away.

"You okay?" He asked, rubbing the sick man's back.

"We've gotta find Danny." Steve grunted. His throat was raw from the acidy vomit and Kono handed him the cup of water again.

"We're trying, Steve. You just rest." Kono told him.

"No, I have to go find him." Steve stood up weakly. He was still a little dazed and confused from the blast and was blissfully unaware that he was dressed in only a paper-thin hospital gown.

"Steve, you can't. You have to rest." Chin placed his hand on his chest and pushed him gently back down onto the bed. Steve had not the energy to retaliate. His head was swimming and he was powerless to stop Chin from manoeuvring him back into the bed and replacing the blanket over him.

He passed out again, his heart racing and his head spinning with thoughts of his friend. His missing friend.

Chin stood back from his unconscious teammate and sighed.

"How long do you think it'll be before he realises that Chang took him?" Kono asked Chin, biting her lip.

Chin didn't answer. He crossed his arms, his brows pulling upwards.