Hey guys! How's everyone doing? I'm doing wonderfully! I had a wonderful day and I hope that everyone else does too. My sister, my 19 YEAR OLD SISTER drug me to go see Planes: Fire and Rescue. Honestly? Wasn't actually as bad as I thought it was going to be. :)
Anyways, moving on. Here is chapter 2! I wouldn't expect the other chapters to come out this quickly, I just had a lot of time on my hands, so I thought, what the hey?!
So, without further adieu, CHAPTER 2! (Oh my goodness, that rhymed)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five O or any of its characters. Also, I do not own the title, The Most Dangerous Game. That is actually a short story by Richard Connell. (Wonderful short story. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it.)
Warnings: This bad guy frightens even me (a hardened tv fanatic with many shows that people consider scary), so this is the last chapter before things get rough. If you're unsure of whether you want to continue after this, PM me and I will tell you what the general gist of what is going to happen is and then you can decide for yourself. Thank you.
ENJOY!
Danny walked into the Five-O offices, whistling a nameless tune as he went and looking around the offices. Chin and Kono were in already, working diligently on the stacks of paperwork that had been piling up during the last case they had. It was a tough one and they were lucky that they got out without any injuries, especially after the shoot out.
Walking towards his partners office, he knew that his partner would already be in and working on the paperwork that he hated so much. I'll have to feed the animal a lunch out later so he doesn't tear down the office.
"Hey, Ste-." He said as he opened the door, stopping as he noticed that the office was empty. Looking around, he double checked, still seeing no sign of his partner. He walked across the hallway to Chin's office, an uneasy feeling building in his gut. "Hey, Chin?"
"Yeah, Danny? What's up?" Chin said, peeking up from his laptop.
"Has Steve been in today?"
Chin thought for a moment and then shook his head. "No. I haven't seen him."
"That's odd," Danny said, already searching his pocket for his phone. "He should be in by now." He pulled out his phone and dialed 1 on the speed dial, pressing the phone against his ear as it rang.
There was no response and the feeling in his gut was building.
"Could be nothing, Danny," Chin said, coming around his desk to stand next to the Jersey native.
" I know, Chin, but . . . Something doesn't feel right." Danny pulled his keys out of his other pocket and headed towards the door. "I'll be back shortly."
He didn't stick around to hear Chin's response, practically running out to his car and pulling into traffic with a speed that Steve would've appreciated. Something simply wasn't right and Danny was set on finding his partner.
Pulling up outside Steve's house, Danny ran up the driveway, stopping short at what he saw. Steve's truck was sitting on the drive way, back door open and keys on the ground outside along with Steve's back up piece. "Steve! Steve!?"
For a moment, he just stood there, turning in a circle and running his hands through his hair, stopping when he felt a vibrating in his pocket. Fishing his phone out of his pocket the second time that day, he saw a number that he immediately recognized. Pressing talk, he spoke into the phone quickly. "Steve? Steve, are you ok?"
A slow laugh built from the other end. "Commander McGarrett is fine. For the time being, that is."
Danny's face of relief changed to a mask of hatred in a matter of seconds. "What do you want, you son of a-."
"Ah ah ah. Now Detective, is that any way that you want to treat someone in my position. Considering what I have in my possession." There was a pause, waiting for Danny's response, but Danny held his tongue. He didn't want his big mouth to hurt Steve. "Very good. Now. If you look in the Commander's truck, you'll see a black duffel in the back seat. In that duffel is 100,000 dollars. You will deliver that money to me and then I will release Commander McGarrett."
Danny looked in the backseat and found the duffel, looking inside and seeing the money, just as the voice over the phone had said. A thought struck him then. "You abducted my partner just to have me play delivery boy?"
There was a chuckle. "You could say that. I prefer to call you the middle man. Bring it to this address."
The man on the other end said the address and Danny made sure to pay special attention to it. The designated area was an empty lot. How Danny knew this? They'd tracked a psycho down to that address and hadn't gotten any further. It was one of the few cold cases in the task force's dossier. A case the team haunted and drove them to do better.
"One more thing." Danny said, stopping the man from hanging up.
"And what would that be, Detective?"
Danny took a deep breath, trying to control the trembling. Steve's going to be ok. I'm gonna get him back. "I wanna talk to my partner."
Another chuckle. Damn, this guy is really starting to piss me off. "You're in the wrong position to be making demands, Detective. But, for the sake of diplomacy, I give you one minute." There was a pause on the other end and then, "Danny!?"
"Steve!? Oh God, buddy. It's good to hear your voice." Danny said, not even trying to hide the relief.
"Danny, you can't do this! This guy's a psycho! You can't do what he asks you! Just leave me. It's not worth it!"
"Steven McGarrett, you listen to me. There is no way in hell that I would leave you. Anywhere. I could be going up against Satan himself and I would still come for you, you got that!?" Danny took a second, controlling his anger and breathing, a single tear gliding down his face. The very thought that Steve would think that Danny would leave him cut him deep. "Anyways, babe. You still haven't paid me back for poker night from before you went on your little excursion to Afghanistan. And I intend on collecting," Danny said, forcing a laugh.
Steve laughed on the other end and Danny heard him take a sigh, saying, "Danny . . . Just . . . be careful, brother."
"I will," Danny said, nodding. "Don't do anything stupid that'll make him mad, ya hear?"
Steve laughed. "You're getting our hostage personalities confused."
There was another pause and the sadistic voice was back. "Aww. That was sweet. There's one more thing I didn't tell you about. If you try and contact anyone, I will kill him. You must walk here. If you take your car, I will kill him. And leave your gun with your car. If you bring it, I will kill him. Understand?"
Danny nodded. "Yes."
"Excellent. Good luck, Detective. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and destroy your phone. If you don't, I'll kill him. Good bye, Detective. I hope to see you soon." The other end went dead.
Danny pressed the end button and looked down at his phone sadly. He liked this one. Phone number 5. I really wish that phones were bulletproof.
Putting it on the ground, he smashed it with his heal, cursing inwardly at the loss of another phone. He walked to his car and dropped his badge and gun inside, locking them in the glove compartment and locking his car. I swear, if anything happens to this car, I'll kill that son of a bitch with my bare hands.
Shoving his keys back in his pocket, he shouldered the bag and closed Steve's door on the way down the driveway, heading for his partner. Hang on Steve. I'm coming.
How was it? Good? Bad? Somewhere in between? Let me know! Next chapter, the whump begins! And there will be much whump in this story. :) Have a great weekend everyone!
