Note: Thanks for all the reviews. Been at work today and going out tonight so I haven't had time to reply individually but managing to sneak in the next chapter.

Chapter Two

"What the hell?" Lou ran into the garage through the destroyed doors. Chin and Kono burst through the door from the kitchen.

"The shooter was hiding in the garage. Caught Danny by surprise and took him hostage. Get these damn cuffs off me." Steve rattled the cuffs in annoyance.

Chin unlocked the cuffs, releasing his boss and allowing him to storm out into the front yard.

"I thought the damn place had been cleared." Steve yelled at the HPD officers. "How the hell did you miss that guy?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Officer Hale stepped forward. "We cleared the house."

"What about the garage?" Steve closed the gap between himself and the officer in seconds, and glared at him.

"I...l...think we missed the garage." Hale admitted.

"You missed it. Missed it? Don't they teach you how to clear a scene? You check everywhere. If Detective Williams doesn't make it through this I will have your badge, all of your badges." He yelled at the rest of the officers standing nearby. "He was caught off guard. He thought the scene was cleared. He wasn't expecting a guy to jump out at him and grab his gun."

"Steve, calm down." Chin stepped between his irate boss and the officer that now looked as if he was about to lose his breakfast. "What happened with Danny?"

"The guy hit him over the head and stuffed him in the damn trunk." Steve took a breath then repeated, "The trunk. He didn't want to get in, was starting to freak out. When he comes too he's going to panic. He's going to panic, Chin."

"I know which is why we are going to find him, and fast." Turning to the officers he asked, "Is the BOLO out?"

"Yes sir. I got the plate." Officer Hale redeemed himself.

"What about Danny's phone? I could track it." Kono suggested.

"No good, he made him dump it." Steve sighed.

"Ok, let's not panic people, the BOLO will find him." Lou tried to calm everyone.

"The guy said he'd dump Danny once he was clear, let's hope he keeps his word." Steve looked up to see the M.E van arrive, "Chin, Lou, can you guys fill Max in? We still have a case to work. Kono, we'll head back to the palace, I want you to help me do an e-fit to identify this guy and add it to the BOLO."

"Sure, we got this." Lou patted Steve on the back. Kono passed Chin her car keys then followed after Steve to the Camaro.

It was Kono's turn to cling on to the car seat for dear life, as Steve raced back to the palace. The engine had barely shut off before Steve was out of the car and racing up the stairs to the office. Kono immediately started up the e-fit program on the smart table, and Steve started barking out a description of the man that had taken his friend.

Twenty minutes later Steve was satisfied that they had a good likeness and they were running it through facial recognition.

"Come on, come on." Steve paced back and forth. "I should never have put my gun down."

"Steve, you did what you had to do. You did what Danny wanted you to do. We will find Danny. He'll be fine."

"Will he? He was knocked unconscious Kono. He most likely has a concussion. He could have a brain bleed."

"I know Steve, but we have to think positive."

"Did the BOLO get anything?"

"Not yet." Kono shook her head.

"How the hell did this guy get away? The whole force is looking for the damn car."

"I don't know, Steve, but Duke has squad cars trolling the highways." Kono was interrupted by the smart table alarm to signal it had found a match. "We got a match. Wade Broker."

"That's him. That's the guy. Add it to the BOLO." Steve ordered.

Kono's fingers flew across the smart table then she brought up the information on Wade. "He only has charges for drug use Steve, no history of violence."

"No, history? Kono we were called to a murder scene, he knocked Danny out." Steve started to pace, again.

"I know." Kono sighed, nothing she could say would soothe Steve. He needed Danny back, and he needed Danny to be ok.

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Wade Broker was high on adrenaline, he hadn't expected his plan of escape to work, but it had.

He hadn't gone to his dealer with the intention of shooting him. He kept the gun for protection, living on the street. His dealer had refused to give him any more drugs, as he still owed him money for his last fix, so Wade had pulled the gun out hoping to scare the man into backing down. The dealer tried to call his bluff and advanced on him, so he'd fired two shots off to scare the man. But he had kept coming, so he pulled the trigger once more, and before he knew it the man lay dead in front of him, his brain matter staining the floor. In a panic he'd started to flee, but as he reached the door, hands shaking, his need for drugs over took him, and he decided to search the house.

After ransacking the living areas he moved on to the kitchen and emptied the cupboards. Not caring about the dishes smashing around him, finally he got lucky and hit the jackpot. A sports bag was shoved in one of the cupboards, and a quick look inside found packets of pills. He personally preferred to shoot up, but these would tide him over, and he could sell the rest, and get enough money to buy himself the good stuff.

He hadn't had time to zip the bag closed when the sound of sirens pierced the air, so he grabbed the bag and fled through the adjoining door into the garage, dropping a few packets as he went. He'd stashed the drugs in the trunk of the car. Then hid under the car and checked his weapon, throwing it to one side, when he realised he was out of bullets. He couldn't believe his luck when the garage had gone unsearched. His luck had continued when the blonde detective had entered the garage, and he'd been able to sneak up on him, and grab his gun.

Now, speeding away from the house with the detective in the trunk of the car he expected the police to surround him at any second. But he'd made it free from the city without a police tail, and headed to his favourite hideout from when he was a kid. It was an old beach hut on an abandoned stretch of beach. Perfect for him to lie low for a bit and make a plan. Pulling off the road he shut the car engine off and stared out to sea. His body was screaming at him for its next fix, so he opened the bag and removed one of the packets. It had been a long time since he had dabbled with pills, so he decided to swallow a couple at once.

He grabbed the bag and got out of the car, stumbling down the track to the beach and sinking into the sand to enjoy the sun on his face. He would wait here until it got dark then drive in land and dump the detective before heading to North Shore. He knew a guy there who would give him good money for the drugs, and then he could try and leave the island.

As he lay down in the sand he felt the drugs start to take effect as warmth spreading throughout his body and easing his withdrawal. He must have laid there for over thirty minutes in a drug induced haze watching the clouds float by, when suddenly his chest tightened. A pain shot up into his neck and down his left arm. His breath was stolen by the crippling pain, as his eyes rolled back into his head and his heart gave way to the strong drugs coursing through his body.

Wade Broker's luck had finally run out as he lay dead in the sand, leaving Danny trapped in the trunk, the midday sun beating down.

TBC