Author's note: So this is my first Magnum story and I thought I would just let you know a bit about me before we start.

I have never ever watched the original Magnum. I live in Scotland and to my knowledge it was never on here at any point when I was at the right age to watch it. This means my love of the show is the 2018 Reboot, which I thoroughly enjoy. I find the stories have such a variety that you are never sure what each week will give you, a cat case or a murder (or both). Not to mention the casting/chemistry between Magnum and Higgins is great fun. I have enjoyed reading other people's stories here especially the amazing quick work through October and the whump effect. In many ways I think it was that idea that encouraged this piece of work.

This story started in a dream, or maybe a nightmare. It is not pleasant at times (especially this chapter) and the rating needs to be taken seriously. It is totally the opposite of what I usually write when I have made stories for Stargate SG-1, Castle and Madam Secretary. I hope members of this forum enjoy this story. Would appreciate hearing what you think, but if you just don't like where the story is going, try not to be too critical, just stop reading.

The bulk of the story was written after I had seen season 1 but not any of 2. Unfortunately, I forgot that Abby existed and was dating Thomas (which I realised last week when season 2 aired here) so please accept that Season 1 is done, but she is not in Thomas' life.

Chapter 1

Juliet Higgins has been in several serious situations in her life, initially as an MI6 operative, and lately as her quiet life had been turned upside down by Magnum and his cases. She'd had to fight her way through jungles, gunmen, and almost drowning. This time, however, it felt different.

As she opened her eyes, she became aware of two things. Firstly, and quite frighteningly, she couldn't see a thing. Not a chink of light. She tried to move her head a little, to see if she could work out where she was being held, and became aware of the second thing, the arm holding her down, which was like a vice across her chest. She started to squirm, to see if she could get any leverage.

Juliet tried her most posh English accent. "Would you please let me go?" It often worked, but not this time. The arm tightened its grip.

"Why?" a voice snarled at her. "Just tell me why." The voice was familiar, the tone was not.

"Magnum?"

The arm tightened. "Of course, it's me, you stupid bitch!"

Oh, she had definitely never heard that tone, or language. Now she was mad. "Magnum, get off me!" Juliet tried to move.

"No!" Magnum pushed her further into the ground, his whole body covering her, as he continued to snarl in her ear. "Not until you tell me why. Why did you betray me, Hannah?"

Juliet immediately stopped struggling at the use of Magnum's ex-girlfriend's name, and lay still a moment. While she often took pleasure in putting Magnum down, she always knew he had a complete sense of himself and what was going on. This was not the same man. The confident, assured use of the name of someone whose death she had witnessed, told her that something was wrong, really wrong. She had no real idea how to react to his statement, so she tried for the obvious.

"Magnum, I'm not Hannah. It's me, Juliet. Higgins. Higgy. Remember?" Unfortunately, she'd tried to turn as she'd said the last word, which just made him even more angry.

Magnum pushed her so hard that her head banged off the floor with a loud crack. "Don't move. You're trying to confuse me. I know exactly who you are. I can smell you."

Well, that disturbed her. Did she really smell like his ex? So, realising that he wasn't going to release her, Juliet tried to fight against him again. "Magnum, this is ridiculous. I'm Juliet Higgins and I work for Robin at the house and..."

Magnum pushed her back down the few millimetres she'd managed to rise. "What house, Hannah? I don't know what game you're playing but you're going to tell me why you let us get captured and left here."

In a flash, it became all too clear to Juliet what was going on. Inwardly, she sighed and considered what seemed to have happened. She knew she had awoken feeling a little fuzzy, as if she'd had a good bang on the head, and suspected that Thomas might have had the same, or perhaps worse. She had no memory of being captured by the men they'd been chasing. She allowed herself another brief second to look around, tried to see anything in the gloom, and understood that in Magnum's head he was back in Afghanistan. Rick and TC had given her the cliff-notes version and, added to the information that Magnum himself had provided, she knew he'd been kept in solitary confinement. Separate from the others in a dark pit-like place. Exactly like this.

Magnum's voice cut through her musings. "I don't know how you're here but you're going to tell me where the team are and why you gave up our position to the Taliban."

She knew this situation constantly ate away at her friend and she always felt aggrieved for all the men, particularly Magnum. She decided to again go with the truth and attempted to placate him. "Magnum, I'm not Hannah, but I can answer your questions."

Her conciliatory tone did nothing to help her. "Liar!" he screamed. "You are her. You smell like her. You feel like her." He roughly grasped her chest.

Juliet was shocked and, for the first time, a ripple of fear went down her spine. "Stop, Magnum!" She again tried to wriggle free. "I know your team. I know Rick and TC!"

Again, this tactic didn't work. "I know my team! And so do you. You sent us here to die! Where are they, Hannah?"

"Magnum! You're all in Hawaii now. They're not here."

"Stop!" he screamed, then released her and jumped up.

Unfortunately for Juliet, given the dark, she never saw the boot coming towards her, but his aim was good and he got her right in the stomach. She cried out in pain and tried to stand up but Magnum kicked her again. She swore she could hear a rib fracture and she tried to protect her stomach with her arms as he continued to kick her. Just as she wondered how much more she could take, Magnum pushed her back down to the cold ground. He lay down on top of her, his hands holding her arms and his legs on her thighs.

Magnum's face was so close, Juliet could feel his breath and his spit as he shouted at her. "You're a liar, Hannah, and you betrayed us. You left us here. You signed our death warrants. So, I'm gonna punish you. Just like you punished me."

Juliet still couldn't see him properly, although her eyes were becoming used to the gloom, but at this point she decided that that was for the better. As Magnum ripped her T-shirt, pinned her to the ground and ripped off her shorts, she thought it would be better in the future if she couldn't see his face. She tried to fight him, she really did, but his hand around her neck, squeezing just a little too much, put paid to that, so she stopped.

Juliet tried to get through to him one last time and, with a voice hoarse from the treatment he had given her throat, cried out, "Thomas, it's not Hannah, it's Juliet!"

As he finished his painful punishment of her in the crudest of ways, he slapped her and screamed, "Liar!"

Juliet simply screamed.

AN: More to come very soon. The story is written, I just need to work on the ending a little more, but there is lots to post before then. Like I said, would like to hear what you think. The situation described is shocking and continues to be the centre of the story so if you would prefer not to follow it I understand.