He woke with a jolt, though not from any music or a voice. But it was light and he wondered if that was what had woken him, the bright glare seeping into the darkness of his unconcious. He was still strapped to the bed and he tested his restraints, unable to move, so he lay still, turned his head to the screen and waited.

"How do you feel?" the voice penetrated the silence of the room.

Danny gave the question some thought. He felt like a prisoner, a mad man, not himself. He was scared, angry, in pain, frustrated. He turned his thinking to his knee, which no longer throbbed, the headache that was no longer there and spoke low and sleepily.

"Fine," he replied because if he complained he was afraid they'd turn the music back on and drive him crazy again. "Thanks."

He wasn't sure why he added gratitude but it felt like the right thing to do.

"Good Daniel," the voice replied. "You're making progress."

'Progress to what?' Danny questioned to himself. He frowned and pursed his lips.

"Once you are rested we will begin again," the voice informed him.

He didn't know how long he lay there, staring at a blank screen, at blank walls, at bright lights. He shifted uncomfortably, started counting in his head again, anything to break the monotony. He didn't hurt as much, but he felt weak, drained. But his mind was clearer and he started thinking of the team again, wondered if Chin was okay. If he remembered correctly he'd just taken one in the shoulder, nothing deathly serious. What about Kono though, had she gotten out of her sticky situation? What if they'd all been captured, what if Hesse had them all prisoner here? What was the purpose for this kind of treatment? Danny didn't understand it. Why not kill him and get it over with, or if it was answers the guy wanted, then why not question him? They had the torture down to a fine art and Danny didn't doubt had they questioned him a few cycles ago he'd have talked.

Maybe this was the plan, drive him to distraction, make him weak, let him get stronger again, only to break him down again. Danny wasn't Steve, he was a cop not a Navy Seal who was trained for torture situations. Danny knew he wouldn't last long. He turned his mind to other things, less scary to consider, thought instead about Grace. HIs sweet little daughter who was his world, the reason why he'd move to the Island, upheaved his entire life to follow her here. So he could still get those precious few hours with her every other weekend - when he wasn't called out on a case that was.

He squeezed his eyes shut - he shouldn't think about her, because it caused a new fresh hurt. Fuck he hoped she was okay, that Rachel had sense to tell her Danno was simply on a case, that he wasn't missing. He couldn't handle the idea of Grace knowing they had no idea where he was.

"Daniel, what are you thinking about?" The voice asked him.

Danny shook his head, opened his eyes and tried to look calm. "Nothing," he said, voice verging on emotional. He wasn't going to let them use Grace to get to him.

"Don't lie Daniel," the voice said and it dripped with malice. "Do you wish to be punished?"

Danny gritted his teeth, mind spinning, just tell them you were thinking of Five 0.

"I was thinking about my team," he admitted, it was the truth, in part.

"You wish to know their fates?" The voice asked him and Danny looked over at the blank screen in surprise.

"You'd tell me?" he asked, surprise in his voice.

"Detective Chin is recovering after a bullet wound to his shoulder. He had been admitted to hospital but was later discharged. Officer Kanakua put up a fight but escaped, though not unscathed. She received a few minor bruises, nothing serious." The voice informed him.

Danny waited for more but the voice didn't speak anymore.

"What about Steve?" Danny asked.

"Alive," The voice told him mirthlessly.

Danny closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, the team were okay and by the sounds of it not here. At least he had to hope that his captor was telling him the truth and that the team were free, because if they were free then they'd be looking for him, wouldn't they?

"You are pleased by this news?" the voice questioned and Danny nodded his head. "Daniel, is there anything you wish to say?"

Danny opened his eyes and looked at the screen again. He wondered if it would ever flicker to life and show the face of the voice. He stared at the screen and swallowed down hard.

"Yes. Thank you."

"You need to rest," the voice informed him.

The lights went out.

/

Again he jolted awake, again to silence, lights on. He'd been dreaming about Grace, they'd been on the beach and he was informing her about the dangers of surfing and wearing bikini's. Grace had just looked up at him innocently with a smile and asked him if she could have some shaved ice. He'd picked her up and carried her to the hut where they served ices. Eating the shaved ice had been endless, every time he got halfway through, the cup would fill up again. Grace found it hilarious, she'd chosen lime and kept giggling when she stuck her tongue out at him and he pretended to be shocked at the colour of her tongue.

He could still hear her giggles when he opened his eyes, like they echoed in his ears.

Huggy and Mo came in eventually, unstrapping him from the bed and waiting until he swung his legs off the bed and stood up, gingerly testing his knee. Huggy put on the belt, cuffed up his wrists and then helped Mo wheel the trolley away. The shut the door behind them and Danny eyed the screen, wondering what to do. For a moment he paced round the room, stretching his legs, testing his knee. It felt a little tender but nothing like it had been. He came to a halt in the middle of the room and faced the screen. The last few cycles had thrown him off routine. Was he meant to kneel now? Was it time for a bathroom break? He knew he was due a shower and his stomach rumbled, he was also due a feed.

Nothing happened, Huggy and Mo didn't return and the voice didn't speak. With a hint of reluctance Danny slowly got to his knees, bowed his head and waited. His mind turned back to his dream but he pushed the memory aside, he didn't want to think of Grace, because he didn't want to be forced to speak about her. Grace couldn't exist as a subject between him and his captors, she was a secret he needed to keep wrapped up in his own head.

Time ticked away and he really wished for a clock, to know the time seemed like a luxury he was starting to crave, along with natural light, a decent conversation.

The door swung open and Mo pushed in a cart with food on it. Left it by the bed as Huggy entered, leaned down and undid Danny's left hand. Danny didn't shift or move, listened to the door closing and still he waited. Time moved again, agonisingly slow and he wondered if he should just stand, but something inside told him to wait. Just as he was verging on impatience the voice spoke out to him.

"You may eat Daniel."

Danny was getting adept at standing without the use of balancing with his arms. His knee niggled but was much better than before, his legs had cramped but not as badly. He went to the bed, sat down and ate with a ravenous appetite. Once finished he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stomach satisfied for now. Without a word or an order he went back to his space before the screen and got onto his knees.

It was starting to sink in, if he complied he was rewarded.