Despite trying his best to stay awake, by the time the door swung open, Steve's consciousness had faded once more and he barely heard the sound of the locks turning. Danny on the other hand was still very much awake, and though there was a deep fear pumping through him, he didn't move from his partner's side. No matter what happened now, they would stick together.
Sang Min stepped through the small doorway slowly, his eyes calculating the scene before him, ensuring that there was enough distance between him and Danny to keep himself safe.
"So you're awake Detective. I'm impressed. I thought that you would have been out for longer than that." His dark eyes flickered over Danny, taking in the protective way he held himself between the criminal and Steve. "How is our friend doing?" He asked with mock concern, nodding at the prone ex SEAL.
"If you cared about his welfare, then we wouldn't be having this conversation," Danny responded sharply, his stress coiling like a snake, ready to strike. Sang Min let out a humourless laugh, his eyes flashing.
"Maybe so," the Chinese man acknowledged. "Somewhere in your mind you must resent all the things that he has done to you. Anyone would. What I don't quite understand is why you don't resent the man himself." The convict's eyes once again ran over Danny's stance, the set of his jaw, the fire flashing in his eyes.
Danny thought for a moment. It was true that at times his partner drove him mad, completely disregarding all the rules of police work that the Jersey native had promised to uphold. But at the same time, Danny would never regret allowing Steve to pull him onto his father's case, and forcing him into the position of his partner. The ex SEAL might have a big head at times, but he was a good person, and genuinely cared about what he did.
"I don't resent him because I'm not like you. I'm not at the top of my own priorities," Danny to the convict honestly, not really sure why it should matter to him.
"Is that a wise decision? Think about your own situation for a minute. You're trapped, hurt, you know that I'm not just going to let you walk away." Danny was starting to understand. This conversation was designed to undermine his confidence, make him scared of his situation. Despite being a convict, Sang Min was cleverer than most, and much more observant. He knew that Danny was the best route to Steve that he had.
"That won't work." Though the thought had been Danny's the words weren't. He spun around to see his partner's eyes open again, his face tight with pain.
"So you decide to join us McGarrett." Sang Min could see all the pain the man was trying to hide, and his glee at it shone in his face. Steve decided that it gave him a distinctly psychotic look. "You are well I trust?" Neither of his captives bothered to respond. "Well, since you're awake, maybe you're ready to start talking."
Steve almost laughed before he realised that it wouldn't be a good idea. He was doing the best he could not to look pained, for Danny's sake but even he couldn't hide all of it. His chest was on fire and with each breath the inferno got worse. There was also a distinct pain in his cheek, separate to the agony in his head and sharper and more piercing than the other bruises across his face. It felt like a broken bone, but he didn't want to feel around to find out for sure. Despite the aches though, his mind was clearer than it had been, and his determination was blazing once more.
"Go to hell," he spat at the convict. Sang Min's face darkened considerably, and Danny watched his changing expression with alarm.
"What do they want to know?" He asked his partner quietly, not taking his eyes off the threat in the room.
"How I got Anton Hesse, though I'm not really sure why it matters." Steve said calmly, his voice not betraying any stress or anxiety.
"If it doesn't matter, why aren't you telling them?" Danny turned to the ex SEAL briefly, surprise showing on his features. Steve attempted a shrug then hissed at the pain that threatened to send him under again. He could already feel on the outskirts of his mind the fog beginning to descend once more.
'No, you have to stay awake. Now more than ever. For Danny.' Steve mentally tried to rally himself.
So quietly that Sang Min couldn't hear Steve whispered to his partner: "What do you think is keeping us alive?" Danny caught on straight away. The information in Steve's twisted mind was the only thing that two of them had that was of value to their captives.
"Guards!" The word snapped the partners from their conversation, and the two of them tensed when three men dressed in black marched into the room. "Bring them both," Sang Min ordered them coldly. Immediately the men moved to the two cops.
Steve still didn't have the strength or the pain tolerance to stand up, let alone fight and could do nothing as he watched the men advance. Danny was in better shape, and balled his hands into fists. The first punch he threw caught one of the men on the chin and was powerful enough to knock him sideways. The other two guards converged on him; one of them aimed a jab for his ribs which he neatly dodged. He was less lucky when a second fist came towards his stomach. He doubled over in pain, winded. The man he had hit lurched forwards and snapped some handcuffs around his wrists.
The other two men moved to Steve's side, grabbing an arm each and physically hauling him to his feet. A strangled cry of pain ripped through his lips, and his vision tilted until it was almost completely swallowed up. Danny was shouting profanities from somewhere in the distance, but the words were too muffled to comprehend.
The ex SEAL was still on his feet, though none of this was down to him. The guards were taking his entire weight as he sagged, unable to stand.
He was barely conscious as he and his partner were dragged from the room.
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I know that there is no Chin or Kono in this, sorry! They are going to reappear, don't worry. Hope you like it! I have found that due to school work at the moment I just can't get a chapter out every day, I'm doing my best I swear. I promise (and I hope to keep this) that I'll get out at least two-three a week. See you next time! Reviews anyone?
