Danny kept his eyes firmly closed, but he couldn't mistake the feel of the end of a gun against his neck. Fowler dug it into his skin. For what seemed like the hundredth time since he had been there, thoughts of Grace ran through his mind. His sweet little girl. His world.

"Are you scared Detective?" Fowler asked. Danny didn't answer. Fowler pushed the gun further into his neck. "I said…..are you scared?...come on tell me the truth."

"Yes." Came Dannys short and soft reply. For a moment Danny felt weak. Physically and emotionally. He didn't want to give up the fight, but the fight was leaving him. He was tired, drained and in so much pain. He had no fight in him right now.

"Say it once more, for the viewers at home." Fowler said. Danny opened his eyes, puzzled. He turned his head and looked at Fowler. His captor had his cell phone pointed at him, no doubt recording him.

"I am sure Steve and all your friends would love to see a show here. Come on detective, say it again." Danny glared at him.

"Not a chance." Danny replied. Fowler cracked the butt of the gun against Danny's head. The detective fell to the ground stunned. Fowler kicked him hard in the ribs and Danny rolled over in agony. The cell phone was still aimed at him.

"Guess he is not looking too good there Steve my old friend. Such a shame. A friend, a father. Just left to suffer." Fowler looked into the camera of the phone. "It doesn't have to be this way Steve. You for him. It's a simple as that."

"No Steve, don't!" Danny called out. Fowler turned to look at him.

"Its not your part yet Detective, Ssshhh" Once more he delivered a kick to Danny's side. Danny coughed as the pain pierced through him. Danny was curled up on the ground. Fowler leant over him, aiming the cellphone so he could be fully seen in view, Danny also in the frame.

"Stay tuned McGarrett. The Show has only just begun."

It wasn't long before Steve and Chin were sat opposite the manager of the VA hospital. The office was small and stuffy. A small fan was oscillating on the desk but was not making much of a difference. The manager was finishing a call as Chin and Steve sat there.

"I am sorry about that. Around here work rarely stops." The middle aged lady said. "So you are here about Michael?"

"Yes. What can you tell me about him, his work here?" Steve asked her.

"Mac was my best worker, loved by all here." She said. "Such a shame he decided to leave."

"Did he say why he was leaving?" Chin asked.

"Not really. He just said he had things he needed to do, to explore. He had been working here for a while so I figured he was getting tired of it all."

"What can you tell me about two possible patients. Skylar and Raines." Steve asked her.

"Oh Harold. Such a lovely man. He used to come and see Mac once a week. He claims he was still suffering from PTSD but we think he just came to visit us all. He was a lonely man."

"Were he and Mac friends?" Steve looked at her.

"Yeah, good friends. Mac would spend holidays with him, go over and see him on his birthday. Watch football. Mac took it hard when Harold died."

"This may sound like a strange question, but do you happen to know what happened to Harolds car and home after he died. I gather he had no family."

"None that we knew of, he never mentioned them. As for his house, Mac agreed to sort it out and I thought he had sold the car. Do you mind if I ask you what this is all about?" Commander Trainer asked.

"Mac has kidnapped my partner and his connection to Harold Skylar could be significant." Steve explained.

"Kidnapping! No…..no way would Mac do that you must be wrong."

"I am afraid we are not." Chin replied.

"Mac lost his son a few days ago as me and my partner went to question him about a murder. This is all about vengeance." Steve said.

"Jake? Oh my god…..poor Mac. But how can Harold be significant in this?" She asked.

"His home and car were used in events leading up to Danny's kidnapping. Events we have linked to Mac."

"And you think Mac was using them?"

"Yes, in an effort to hide his identity." Steve said.

"Why would he do that? Why keep the house and car for a year?"

"That's what we would like to know." Chin said.

"Can you think of anywhere Mac might go. Any friends, family anywhere he would hide out?" Steve asked.

"Hide out? He is not some petty criminal on the run."

"I am afraid he is. He took my injured partner from the hospital in order to get revenge against me. He is hiding him somewhere and we need some clues as to where." Steve said. The Commander looked at him.

"Mac was a quiet person. Never really spoke a lot about himself. No…I don't know of anywhere he would go."

"Is it the same story with Raynes?" Chin asked him.

"Well I wouldn't say Mac was as close to Clifton as he was to Harold, but he was friends with him and like most of his patients, he thought a lot of them."

"Was Mac a counsellor, a shrink?" Steve asked.

"More of an unofficial counsellor. He was there when the vets wanted to talk, to cry, to shout. If they wanted a walk but mostly he helped those injured adjust to life back home and away from the hospital."

"Did have or did he need access to any patients personal records, bank accounts and the like?" Steve asked.

"No, he had no need. Sometimes a vet would ask him for help buying stuff, debts…..he would put them on the right track to be helped." She advised. "Though if a patient asked him for help in respect of private paperwork or bank records I am sure he would have helped. He was a kind and helpful man."

"Thank you Ms Trainer." Steve said. Steve and Chin said their goodbyes and headed out to the car. Steve stopped as he got to the drivers side. Chin looked over to him.

"You okay?" He asked. Steve looked more thoughtful then anything.

"Chin, you hear all the time where people sign over property, money and rights to others either through an elaborate scam or promises from that person that they can help. What are the odds Mac might have been either given rights to Skylars home or he took them?"

Danny laid on the ground, curled up so tight, for what seemed like hours. He didn't want to move, he knew the pain would get worse if he did. He knew he was currently alone. Mac had left, locking the door behind him. Only the pain was stopping Danny from uncurling. The pain was making his entire body feel like it was being put through a vice. But for a brief moment as he lay on the ground, he felt a small respite. The pain was slightly less, which was hard to understand as he lay on hard cold ground. That was when he remembered. It was cold, and he was freezing. He figured it must be night time, or at least early evening as he could sense the temperature had dropped slightly. He looked up and saw the thin and small cover on the bed. It wasn't much but it would help. Danny knew he needed to get up, something that was going to prove difficult in his current position. His arms were still cuffed behind his back, aching more and more each minute. Taking a deep breathe, Danny gently rolled over on to his back. Using his bound hands, he gently pushed himself to sit up. Using his legs, he got himself up and stood straight. That was a bad move, a sharp pain rose from his stomach and into his neck and head.

"Arghhh" Danny screamed, almost stumbling back onto the bed. He steadied himself which was a bad move in its own right. His head started to swim and he felt dizzy. He slowly stumbled over to the bed and sat down gently. His breathing started to change. No matter how he breathed, it hurt. Gentle breathes, slow ones. It made no difference. He needed to lay down. He was preparing himself to lay down when the door opened again. Fowler walked in, one of his men behind him. Danny looked up.

"Something wrong here cop? We heard your pathetic scream outside."

"I need help."

"Me help you. Unlikely"

"Steve will be less inclined to do what you ask if he knows you let me die from this."

"You have this whole hostage-threat-revenge thing all wrong." Fowler stepped closer to him. "I don't care what happens to you cop. You die, I just go down the line. Maybe I will go for Kono next, she looks kinda spunky."

"You try and you will find out just how spunky she actually is." Danny said. "What I do know is having a dead cop is going to cause you a lot more hassle."

"Still not seeing the problem here." Fowler was defiant.

"Okay look at it this way, I will be a bit more co-operative if you help me, and a lot less complaining on my part" Danny said. Fowler looked at him for a good few moments.

"Okay, anything to save the Williams rant…..yeah I know you. I know him, and the whole team. You sure do love a good moan." Danny didn't reply. Fowler motioned for his guy to remove Danny's cuffs. He did and Danny tried not to moan from relief. Instead he used his free hands to lift his top and place his cold hand on his burning body. He winced in pain. Fowler reached over and lifted up the rest of Danny's top. His entire chest and stomach was covered in purple bruises and a selection of cuts and grazes.

"Woah, now that looks painful." Fowler said, not even close to sounding concerned.

"Ah!" Danny said as he tried to feel his bruised body. Fowler pulled his gun from his waist band. Danny glared at the weapon. Fowler brought it up and jabbed it into Danny's damaged rib cage. "Ahhhh!" Danny screamed.

"You try anything, anything at all and bruises will be the least of your concern. You got that." Fowler threatened.

"I…..got…it! " Every word was like a knife cutting through Danny's lungs.

"Good." Fowler moved the gun from Danny's ribs and he could almost feel the broken bones almost fall out of place. Fowler headed to the door but stopped as he reached the threshold. He turned back and looked at Danny.

"Try not to die yet Detective, you will miss all the fun."