Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait. School has been awful and theater is taking a large lump out of my life, but I signed up for it so I kinda asked for it. :)

Big thank you to everyone who gave me advice on what to do with my job. It really did help. I've decided to stick it out for the remainder of the school year, seeing as how I need a ton of time off recently because my schedule is crazy, and then I'll go looking around during the summer. Thanks again everyone! It really did help.

Ok. Moving on. :)

The new season has been alright. I haven't watched the most recent episode, but I'm going to later today probably and I hope that it's still good. I'm really hoping that all this business with Danny's brother will lead to some Danny-Steve bonding time and some lovely bromance filled whumpage, but probably not. That's why we write things. :)

Warnings: nothing really. Just whump and stuff and one of the characters is kinda scary, but besides that . . . nothing. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five O. Or it's characters. Or its actors. But I wish I did. Because there would be so much whump. :)

ENJOY!

Danny came to with a gasp, trying to figure out where all the pain was coming from. He couldn't seem to draw a breath and his head was pounding. Black dots same in his vision as panic blossomed in his stomach. Suddenly, images of Grace filled his mind, her smile and her innocent laugh echoing in his head. Memories of Grace and his partner floated through next and Danny felt a single tear slide out of the corner of his eye. Focusing himself as he stared up at the cylindrical chasm that he just fell down, he forced himself himself take a painful, rattling breath that ended in a cough. Another followed, and another until he felt himself begin to breath again.

Pain radiated from all over his body and he knew that getting up probably wasn't a good idea in his condition, but he had to get to Steve. So, pushing himself to his feet, he stood and wobbled to the nearest wall, falling against it and crying out as his battered body his something else. Pain came from everywhere: his head, his shoulder, his arm, his ribs, his knee. The list seemed never-ending. Squealing gears and metal grinding against more metal met his ears and he turned around in time to see a garage door slowly opening with the lumberjack man peering under the slowly rising metal wall.

Adrenaline surged through his body, sending him away from the wall and down the hallway. He knew that the man was following as he ran, lungs burning and muscles crying out for reprieve. A door ahead of him stood as a beacon of hope as the sign saying "SAFE ZONE" sat on top. He could hear the man behind him, now and knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he was caught, so without even trying to stay balanced and protect himself, he flung himself through the door and landed roughly on the floor of the safe room. He grimaced and cried out silently, eyes widening as he stared at the door where the lumberjack was looking in.

The huge man hadn't passed over the threshold of the door, simply staring through the open space at Danny. He could see the war waging in the mans eyes. Disobey the rules and go into the room, or let his prey go? A sick smile crossed over his face before he turned around and walked away, letting Danny lay on the floor.

From the pain in his lungs, Danny realized that he hadn't been breathing and drew in a ragged breath, only to gasp as the pain ratched up a notch and black dots danced in his vision. The fall had done damage . . . maybe too much.

The fall hadn't been that far, maybe 14 feet, but it had been enough to cause considerable pain and and agony on Danny's part. Taking stock of his condition, Danny didn't move as he went down a list. His ribs were broken, how many he didn't know, and there was something wrong with his arm, whether it be broken or just bruised. His back was pretty messed up, he knew that he must've fallen on the bag still strapped around his chest, but he didn't think that he had broken anything and his head was pounding. Probably a concussion.

But Danny didn't dwell. He had a friend to save. And said friend was currently yelling at him through the speaker. Why didn't I hear that?

"Danny?! Danny, come on. Speak to me, buddy?" Steve was practically pleading with the microphone as he looked through the monitor at his partner who was curled in a fetal position on the floor. He finally saw Danny react and look around, taking shaky breaths as he tried to push himself on trembling limbs.

"St-" He coughed roughly, falling back to the ground and crying out as the unforgiving floor came in contact with his broken body again. After a few more gasps, he finally got out an unsure word. "Steve?"

"Yeah, buddy. I'm here. God, Danny. What have you done?" A stray tear leaked out of his eye as he looked at his brother and what he had done for him. He wasn't too proud to say that he had cried out when he saw Danny fall. His heart had broken when he hit the ground and didn't move and, for a frightening moment, Steve had thought that Danny was dead. But then he had moved and Steve saw the pain and the fear on his face and an overwhelming urge to protect him shot through him, making him fight his bonds with renewed vigor and yank against the rope tied tightly around his chest until the man had ordered him to stop with a hit to the side of the head.

Danny pulled himself over against the wall, cradling his arm and resting his head against the concrete, trying desperately to get the nausea to abate and the dizziness to leave with it. "What I had to do, babe. I just wish that there had been a way where I didn't have to fall down a pit."

Steve hung his head, looking at the table for a moment before returning his attention back to Danny. "Danny, listen . . . You're too banged up. I know that you told me to drop this, but . . . Please, Danny. I can't watch you die." Steve was pleading, begging with his partner to just get out of the God forsaken hell hole that he was currently in and get out to receive help. He was amazed when Danny didn't snap back.

"Steve . . . If I were to go back now, what would happen?" Danny asked, twiddling his thumbs.

Steve looked incredulously at the camera screen. "YOU WOULD SURVIVE!"

"And when Grace got home and asked me where Uncle Steve was, what would I tell her? 'Sorry, Gracie, but Uncle Steve is dead because I left him in the hands of a mad man to save my own sorry skin'. No. I'm sorry, Steve. But WHEN we get out of here, I still have to be able to look in the mirror and like who's looking back at me. Now enough chit chat. I've got a job to do. Can you tell me one thing though?"

"Sure, booboo. Anything."

Danny just shook his head and sighed, slowly standing with the aid of the wall. His muscles stretched out and he cried out once from the stabbing pains he was receiving in his side, but he ignored that and gathered his breath. "Can . . . Can you tell me how many obstacles are left?"

A loud thud came from the other end of the speaker and Danny's adrenaline levels shot up. "Steve? Steve!?"

"I'm sorry, Detective Williams," the voice said. It was just as cold and creepy as the last time Danny had heard it, like it was on a recording. "Commander McGarrett cannot come to the microphone right now. So, move on or get out!"

Danny took a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves as he pushed away from the wall and headed quickly towards the door. The thud followed by Steve's silence was weighing heavily on his mind and he wanted to get to his partner as soon as possible.

Yanking the door open, he quickly dove to the side as bullets riddled the air where he had stood. "Quite amusing, isn't it, Detective? Motion activated."

Danny tuned the annoying voice out and went through his mind for a plan. Peeking around the corner, he saw that the door was off to the weapons right. Sliding down the wall, Danny held in the cry of pain and focused on unzipping the bag that had been around him the whole time. If I don't make it, this bag has to. After reaching in, he pulled out one of the rubber banded stacks of bills and took the rubber band off, sliding the stack back in the bag and zipping it closed.

Danny took a deep breath and pulled the rubber band back while securing it with one finger and aimed it over at the corner away from the door. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . He fired the rubber band and pulled himself around the corner, half-running-half-crawling towards the door. He reached it and pushed it open, but he wasn't fast enough in getting through. A fiery pain seared across his back as he fell through the door into the large room. It looked like a set building shop from a theatre, complete with wooden tables and large metal garage-like door.

On his knees where he had fallen through the door, Danny looked up at the man who had been behind all of this.

"Congratulations, Detective." The smiling face said. "You made it."

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