A/N Hello everyone. Thanks for reading and Alerting.
Well my crazy weekend has ended, which mean I can now post and write more of my stories. I hope to get a lot done this weekend as its Easter and we get a bunch of time off. For now, please enjoy the first interogation that Danny and Steve get to run in the case. These are my favorite scenes to write and although there isn't any Danny and Steve whump in this chapter, their fugitive gets it.
Chapter 8: Water Torture.
Steve walked into the interrogation room. It was dark, the lights were dim and the windows were high on the wall lending to the intimidations that were about to occur. It was starting to get late. Steve and Danny had stayed with Kono and Chin at the crime scene for what seemed like hours, making no progress into the case, when Chin finally told them to get back to HQ to interrogate the one remaining suspect. Steve's eyes lit up, a grin spread across his face, as he drove the Camaro through the streets of Honolulu.
Danny had not liked the change in his demeanor. He knew that his partner was planning something, something insane, but Steve was silently contemplating his next move and no matter how many times Danny asked him what his plan was, there came no response from the Super SEAL who was still dressed in his Navy uniform.
After another hour of ranting on Danny's behalf and Steve only half listened, Steve lead the way into the interrogation room where the suspect has been waiting for hours. In his hands Steve carried two buckets of water and behind him Danny walked in with two more buckets. In the middle of the room sat their first suspect of the case. He was handcuffed, with his arms around the back of the chair, and he seemed to be dozing. Danny and Steve exchanged looks, they hoped that he had information into the case and he only looked up when the buckets were plopped onto the floor and the water splashed around in them.
"Can't you see that this space is occupied," The fugitive stated as he eyed the buckets. "Go clean another room and come back after my lawyer gets me out of here."
"You're funny," Danny stated as he began to pace by the wall.
"What was the point of breaking into a crime scene?" Steve asked looked at the young man before him.
"It was a dare," The fugitive stated.
"You were dared to go into an active crime scene and ransack the place?" Danny asked sarcastically.
"Pretty much,"
Steve and Danny exchanged looks again. Danny nodded and Steve bent over, grabbed the fugitive's foot, pulled off his shoe, his sock and rolled up his pant leg.
"Dude, I'm not that kind of guy," The fugitive said as he began to squirm.
"Neither am I," Steve said, pulled a bucket over to the fugitive and slammed his foot into the freezing cold water.
"What the hell are you doing?" The fugitive yelled as he felt something circle around his foot in the bucket. It was dark enough in the interrogation room, and the buckets were black, but there was definitely something in the water.
"I wouldn't try anything too frantic," Danny stated, "the fish in that bucket is pretty darn hungry."
"And they are attracted to movement," Steve said.
"Sharp teeth too," Danny said and the smile could be heard on his voice, but he kept his face from showing his amusement.
"And when they bite, they don't let go," Steve added.
"And if you kick the bucket away, we have three more where that came from and we'll just put the fish that you liberate from its water, into the next bucket. So one will become two, and so on and so forth," Danny said nearly in a sing song kind of voice.
"And if by chance you manage to kick over all of the buckets of water, well we'll just put the fish in your shirt," Steve said, "and by that time they'll really be pissed off."
"So I would stop squirming, start answering our questions and pray that our piranhas don't strike." Danny said coming within inches of the fugitives face.
"My foot is in a bucket with a fuckin piranha?" The fugitive screamed.
"Yup," Danny and Steve said in unison.
"Hope you don't have any open sores, they like those," Steve added as he pulled a chair from in the corner and sat himself down right in front of the fugitive. "Are you ready to talk?"
"The sooner you talk to us, the sooner you're foot can be a foot and not fish food." Danny added as he crossed his arms and stood beside his partner.
"Who the hell are you guys?" The fugitive asked, his voice a high pitched squeak now as his eyes misted up and he began to sweat profusely.
"Five-O," Steve said. "Who are you?"
"Where the hell did you get piranhas?"
"Tropical fish and pet supplies," Danny answered, "who are you?" he echoed Steve's question.
"My name is Johnny Dillinger," the fugitive stated.
"Funny," Danny stated, "it's time for the other foot, Steven."
Steve reached down, pulled the second shoe and sock off the squirming fugitive, and pulled the second bucket over. "Oh man, this one's huge Danno," he said as he looked into the dark, water of the bucket.
"I named that one Tiny," Danny smiled.
Steve laughed, pulled up on the fugitive's pant leg and slammed his foot down into the bucket.
There was a second of intensely uncomfortable silence before a shriek rang out in the interrogation room and tears filled the fugitive's eyes.
"Should have called that one Bitey," Steve laughed.
"Who are you?" Danny yelled into the side of the fugitive's head.
"Michael Vito," the fugitive sobbed.
"What were you looking for in that office?" Steve asked.
"The bullet," Michael answered.
"Did you find it?" Danny asked.
"No."
"Who do you work for?" Steve asked.
"Capone, Vincenzo, he was calling the shots," Michael stated, "Please, get this thing off me," he cried as the teeth of the flesh eating fish dug deeper into his toe.
Steve kicked the bucket over. The fish had latched itself onto the fugitive's big toe and it flapped around, tearing at the flesh, as it struggled against the air. Finally it dropped off Michael's toe and Steve scooped it up and threw it into one of the other waiting buckets.
"Who was your partner at the crime scene?" Danny asked as he resumed his pacing.
"Vinny," Michael stated his other foot still nearly knee deep in the first bucket as blood pooled around his bitten foot.
"Why is the bullet important?" Steve asked.
"I don't know, I'm low level, I just do as I'm told." Michael stated.
A look of deep thought crossed Steve's face before he reached out; grabbed Michael's rolled up pant leg and hoisted his foot back out of the bucket.
"You got all you want from this guy?" Danny asked as he watched Steve stare into the eyes of the trembling, bleeding, fugitive.
"You see what crime has done to you?" Steve asked Michael before Danny could speak again.
"And I thought the mob was insane," Michael sighed, his head swimming, sweat rolling down his temples as if the water had been poured over his head.
"You are going to jail. When you get out, I suggest you clean up your act, go back to school and be a productive member of society. Do you understand what I am telling you?" Steve asked.
"Yes Sir," Michael stated lowering his eyes to the floor.
"Yeah, Danny, I've got all I wanted out of this kid," Steve said, tossed the steal chair against the opposite wall, it crashed into the cinder block and settled in the corner on its side as Steve walked out of the room, ordered the awaiting HPD officer to take over with the fugitive and waited for Danny to burst with curses over the lack of protocol.
"That was creative," Danny said as he walked past Steve and down the hallway.
"Really, that's all?" Steve asked walking after his partner.
"You still have four live piranhas in your custody and I don't want to find them in my bathtub or something like that, so yeah, that's all I got." Danny stated.
"You don't want to keep Bitey?" Steve asked with a grin.
"His name was Tiny, and no, I want you to take those fish back to the pet store." Danny stated.
"Alright I will," Steve smiled.
"And don't act all proud of yourself," Danny stated wagging his finger in front of his partners face, "what you did in there was insane."
"I know," Steve said with a sigh.
"Alright, just as long as you can admit it," Danny said and walked into his office.
A/N p.s Who is excited about tonights new episode of 5-0? I know I am! I hope Diddy is good!
