Hi! I am dreading a long, boring summer without any new episodes, and so I guess I'll write to fill the void. This story is actually complete except for final tweaking, so chapters should go up pretty timely. It was very loosely inspired by a season 1 episode of Supernatural (which I believe was originally based on a book). At any rate, I don't own the characters and make no claims to the basic plot concept but this story is all mine. I hope you enjoy! -abby

Gordon Katsumoto opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. What the hell? He was lying on his stomach in the dirt. He couldn't even begin to know where, but could smell plants and the air was thick and damp. The forest? He groaned as he began the laborious process of sitting up.

Once upright, he realized he was inside some sort of cabin. It was small, barely a shack, and was so overgrown the jungle threatened to take it over completely.

Gordon was unsurprised to find that both his weapon and phone were missing. As he glanced around the dim expanse, it actually came as more of a shock to discover that he was not alone.

In the opposite corner of the dilapidated building was a body. It was curled into a near-fetal position, back facing Katsumoto. The jeans and aloha shirt looked vaguely familiar, but beyond that the detective couldn't see much. The person was completely motionless, their head almost entirely in shadow. "Hello?" His own head spun and he felt a little nauseated, and wasn't quite sure he could make it to his feet. "Hey! Hello? Who's over there? Are you okay?"

There was no response, and Gordon's cop instincts took over. He struggled to his hands and knees, breathing deeply, and once the nausea was somewhat at bay he stood. It was much harder than it should have been, but after a moment he managed to stagger across the short distance and drop to his knees beside the body.

To Katsumoto's even greater surprise, it turned out the face was one he recognized. "Magnum?" What the hell is going on? He searched for a pulse and after finding it strong and steady, tapped the other man's cheek as he rolled Thomas onto his back. "Hey, wake up. Magnum, can you hear me?"

It took a worryingly long time, but eventually bloodshot eyes opened and blearily focused on him. "Kas'moto," the private investigator slurred. "Happ'nd?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," Gordon sighed. "I think we were drugged." While he was waiting for Thomas to come around he'd checked for head injuries and instead found a tiny welt on the side of Magnum's neck, indicative of an injection. Some exploring with his fingertips had revealed a similar spot on his own neck. "It obviously isn't agreeing with you." Katsumoto was actually feeling much better. His head had stopped pounding so ferociously and the nausea had mostly passed.

Thomas, on the other hand, was disturbingly pale and looked like he could be ill at any second. As if reading Katsumoto's thoughts the other man suddenly started gagging and Gordon immediately rolled him onto his side as he retched, losing whatever he'd had to eat that day. And possibly the previous day.

When the vomiting finally stopped, Gordon gave the private investigator a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Feeling better?"

"Ughhhh," with an effort Thomas turned away from the foul-smelling mess. "Must be ketamine," he said. "Makes me sick," he explained at the detective's puzzled expression.

"I can see that. Hopefully not deathly sick."

"Not so far," Thomas said with a weak grin.

Katsumoto chuckled, then frowned as he recalled their situation. "Were we together? I don't really remember."

"Don't think so," Thomas replied quietly. "Pretty sure I was in the Ferrari, on my way...somewhere? I stopped to get gas, at that tiny little mom-and-pop at the edge of Waimanalo Beach…" he trailed off. "That's all I've got."

"Last thing that I remember, I had just clocked out at the station after working a double shift. Pretty sure I never even made it to the car."

Before he could respond, Magnum's face turned an alarming shade of green and he rolled away from Katsumoto to be sick yet again.

The detective frowned, putting a tentative hand on the other man's back.

"'M okay," After a few minutes Thomas coughed and wiped his mouth. "Ugh. I think that was the last of it. I hope."

Gordon eyed him warily. "You gonna be up for getting out of here?"

"Well I'm certainly not going to let you have all the fun," Magnum replied. At the detective's skeptical look he chuckled softly. "I'm fine." He swallowed hard, pressing a hand against his churning stomach as Katsumoto helped him sit up. "For now." He took a deep breath before asking, "Any idea where we are?"

"Somewhere in the forest but beyond that, not a clue." Katsumoto stood and offered a hand to the private investigator. Once Magnum was on his feet they set about searching for a way out. The single door was sturdy compared to the rest of their small prison, clearly newly placed for the specific purpose of containment. It locked from the outside, but one of the two shoulder-height windows had a badly warped frame and the two men studied it carefully.

"Here," Thomas said, yanking at the splintered wood. "With some leverage maybe we can pry it out."

Gordon scanned the immediate area, looking for anything they could use. "Try this," he handed over a flat piece of metal he'd found on the ground. It was only about three inches long, but fit nicely into the gap between the window frame and the wall.

Thomas slotted it in and with a bit of pressure it didn't take long to pop the old window frame out of its seat. Katsumoto helped him pull it free. They tossed it aside, then Magnum poked his head out of the opening. "Not much to see," he reported when he came back inside. "A lot of trees. We're definitely in the middle of the forest, and we seem to be alone. Gimme a boost. I'll climb out and come around to open the door."

"Doesn't this seem a little too easy?" Katsumoto wondered aloud. "If someone wanted to hold us prisoner, they sure didn't try very hard to keep us locked up."

The same thought had indeed crossed Magnum's mind. "Oh it definitely feels like a trap," the former SEAL replied with a shrug. "But unless you want to sit in here forever, I think we have to play the game."

Unfortunately, Thomas didn't know just how right he was.