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So here, finally, is Steve!

The cool night air played with the trees as it ran across the Island. It's nimble fingers skimming the branches , sending leaves floating down toward the forest floor. The rain had begun to subside, but a few droplets still rode the wave of air down to fall upon the body laying unaware beneath.

Steve's breath bubbled with each exhale. His body yet to react to the danger. With each droplet of rain that fell, the small rise in the water threatened his ability to take in oxygen.

His body began to sense the threat. His fingers twitched. The drugs in his system still playing havoc with his responses. He breathed in, the air caught in his lungs as the rain water found an escape from the ground that held it. His lungs reacted and he coughed. Weak and wet. He sucked in another breath, found only water and coughed so fiercely that his conscious mind overrode the debilitating hold the drugs had over him. His eyes opened, barely slits, the darkness was disorientating but somewhere, some part of him whispered that he was in trouble.

He needed to move.

Steve tried to shift but his body was uncooperative. His lungs however had other plans. His groggy brain gave up its managerial rights and allowed basic human need to run the show for a while.

He coughed again, his head lifting high enough to allow oxygen into his starved lungs. The result all he needed to force weak muscles to move. His arm reached ahead. His hand grabbed hold of leaves and soil as he pushed his body forward with his legs. Bit by bit Steve crawled toward safety. He'd only made it about a foot, but it was enough for him to fall to the solid security of the ground below. He knew he should try to force himself to stand but as he rested back down his body gave in to the foreign liquid in his veins and his mind drifted off toward a distance land.

When he woke again he had no recollection of moving. Had no memory of almost drowning.

And for a few minutes couldn't even recall who he was.

The naked fear pumped adrenaline through his drowsy veins. Steve blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the fog in his brain. He was yet to move, as out of it as he felt, he still knew to keep still until he'd come to enough to know what the hell was going on. The last thing he needed was to give away his position needlessly.

Wait. Was someone after him?

Had someone taken him?

The memories that assaulted his vision hit like a tidal wave. The first, painful and overwhelming, but each subsequent wave grew in strength until he was sure, had he been standing, Steve would have been knocked off his feet.

Tazer.

Cortez.

Syringe.

Run.

Steve's fingers ground into the dirt, his fists the only outward sign of his frustration. He hid his face from the drizzling rain that had once again began to fall.

Deep breaths, McGarrett. Keep it together.

He squeezed his eyes tight, willing the edges of his mind to sharpen. After a few minutes his eyes opened slowly and he looked around. It was hard to take in the details. The darkness engulfing and sucking the hope from the surrounding expanse. He squinted and tried again, lifting his aching head higher. The moon was low in the sky, the lazy glow from beyond the horizon alerting him to the coming dawn. He still had no idea if anyone was after him.

Steve pushed his arms beneath him and rose, trying to find his balance amongst the stars shooting across his vision. His headache amplified as he found the strength to sit back on his knees.

Breath deep, head down. Come on, McGarrett.

Slowly Steve raised his head. He was feeling a little more in control of his body now. He could at least move. He knew he'd been taken in the late evening after the case. The picture had been taken sometime the following morning. He knew he'd escaped close to late afternoon or early evening, he only hoped he'd run for an hour to keep as much distance between himself and the kidnappers. He guessed he'd been laying out in the forest, in the rain, since early night. Whatever they had given him had kept him out for almost eight hours.

Steve paused, went over the facts again. His mind refusing to hold onto more than one sentence at a time. As he repeated the timeframe, like a mantra, the fog began to clear. Bit by bit the thoughts stuck around in his brain long enough for him to process them. He had no idea how long he'd knelt there, but as he tried to make the final push toward standing, his muscles screamed in protest.

After an eternity, the ex SEAL found himself standing on wobbly feet. He dared not blink, knowing, all too painfully, how fragile his balance was right now. He focused on a tree, five feet from him. Small steps, that was his goal. He frowned, bringing all his focus to the small act of stepping forward.

Come on McGarrett, this is a piece of cake. No problem.

He lifted his right foot and took a step forward, almost hi-fiving himself as he moved closer to his destination. A small smile played at his mouth, and would have grown had his left foot not decided at that moment to send his balance on a holiday and send his body back down to the unforgiving ground.

It had taken almost a half hour more before he found himself standing once again. This time he lead with his left foot. Shuffling forward, arms outstretched, holding an invisible balance bar as he braved the tightrope. Now his right foot moved forward, he dared not show his victory. Left. Right. Small steps forward as the tree reached for him with open arms. Steve fell the last step forward and breathed heavily as he leaned against the solidity of the bark.

So, five foot took him almost an hour. For the first time since becoming aware he really, really, hoped he hadn't made it as far from the house as he'd first thought.

Steve turned so his back was against the tree, and slid slowly, purposefully to the ground. If he was going to make it back to civilisation then he needed his strength. Already he felt stronger than he had an hour ago but the few steps forward had left him almost breathless. He fought the urge to cry out loud with frustration. He needed to gain his strength, but the impatience that was coursing through his veins threatened to suck the energy right out from under him. Steve lowered his head and forced his body to relax. By now, he was pretty certain, his team were looking for him. They'd have known for sure he was missing by yesterday morning. That meant there had been a whole day for them to investigate and narrow down the locations. He knew how intelligent the team mates he called friends were. They were tenacious, if anyone could find him, it was his Five-0 team. All he needed to do was try and meet them half way.

Steve ground his fist into his eye, in an attempt to divert the pounding ache from his brain. Sedatives had never been kind to him, and he assumed he'd been shot up with one hell of a potent one. Steve decided to use his rest time to his advantage, and catalogue his body. He couldn't detect any other symptoms from the drugs other than the lingering drowsiness and un co-operative muscles. Oh, and lets not forget the epic dry mouth. That one was a doozy on the list of things he was currently suffering from. As he ran through his body, toes to head, he added shivering to his list, along with an aching shoulder from where he'd fallen when tied to the chair. His jaw hurt from where he'd been punched. Now that he was really thinking about his pain it seemed all parts of his body were joining in. His neck stung from the tazer, his head ached from a combination of the drugs, the deep sleep, the situation and, no doubt, the fact he'd slept out in the rain in a forest without cover.

Oh yeah, he was fine and dandy.

At least he didn't feel sick.

As soon as the thought formed and resounded around his skull, his stomach rebelled and he vomited. Steve leaned to the side, one hand fell to the ground as his stomach tried to expel every morsel of food it could. He dry heaved, then, thinking it was over, began to sit up only for his stomach to find some hidden mouthful of food to shoot out with the rest of his previous days meagre snacks.

Finally the vomiting subsided, and he found himself feeling very lost, alone and shivering worse than before.

If he was starting to suffer from exposure then training taught him he needed to get to cover, get warm and get safe. He rubbed his legs in an attempt to wake them up for the journey ahead. As he rubbed his felt a strange line of dirt that went all the way along the side of his combats. He frowned and picked some of the dirt off. Great, water marks. That meant he'd been lying in water pretty much all night. Danny was gonna have a field day when he finally found him. You didn't think to fall down sleeping somewhere safer Super SEAL? No, you had to go and sleep in the middle of a rain storm, without cover, in a friggin PUDDLE!

Oh yeah, Danny was gonna add to his headache alright.

Steve readied himself and began the arduous task of taking step after step, back toward what he hoped was safety, but what he feared could be right back into the arms of his revenge fuelled kidnappers.

Poor Steve. I really should be nicer to him...nah!