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**** WARNING – this chapter contains depictions of violence and references of rape ***

Danny moaned softly and as his eyes focused he could see that he was lying on his side on the back seat of a car. Rob Zombie music blared through the speakers and his head throbbed horribly as blood ran down across his face from the gash on the side of his head. His hands and feet were bound tightly and his mouth was gagged. The only light in the car came from the dashboard and smoke and the aroma of marijuana filled the vehicle. As he struggled against the ropes binding his wrists a sense of dread overwhelmed him as he realized that he was now a captive of the man they had been hunting, the second member of this twisted, evil team... the serial killer.

His mind raced with everything he knew so far... they had found what they thought was their first two victims five months ago. One had not only been raped but she had been savagely beaten to death. The fact was, she had been beaten so severely that she had not yet even been able to be identified. Her DNA and fingerprints were now on file but no one had come forward to claim her yet. A tear slid from his eye as he thought of her. Max had determined her age to be twenty to twenty three...and no one had claimed her. Hadn't they missed her? She was someones daughter, someones sister, how could they not be searching for her? The second victim was different...so different that they had known immediately that they had two culprits, two sick sons of bitches who had somehow found each other.

Several minutes passed before suddenly the music clicked off and the voice of a monster called back to him, "Relax Detective Williams, we'll be there shortly...and then the fun will begin"

As his captors' maniacal laughter filled the car, Danny closed his eyes and prayed that Steve would find him before it was too late.

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Steve was sitting slouched back on the couch, sipping a beer when his phone rang at about ten thirty.
"McGarrett"
"Steve, it's Rachel"
Steve sat forward on the couch, "Rachel? Is everything okay?"
"Is Danny with you?"
Steve's blood ran cold at the words, "Hasn't he called you?"
Rachel's voice softened as she said, "No...Gracie finally fell asleep, but she was disappointed he didn't call her and he's not answering his phone"

Not wanting to alarm her he said, "We were on a tough case all day Rachel and he was exhausted when he headed home. I'm sure he just fell asleep. I'll get a hold of him and I'll have him call you in the morning okay?"

"Okay, thank you Steve"
"It's no problem Rachel"
"I'm sounding silly aren't I? I'm so sorry to bother you"
"Don't worry about it, you can call me anytime. You're never a bother...I'm sure he's fine"
"I'm sure you're right, thank you"
"You're welcome, good night"
He hung up and dialed Danny, "Come on Danno...pick up buddy" As the voice mail kicked in he said, "Danny, hey where are you partner. I need you to call me as soon as you get this message... I'm waiting to hear from you" Hanging up his phone he set down his beer and raced from the house.

He tried Danny's phone several times as he sped down the freeway. As each call rolled to voice mail he became more frantic and his fear rose as pulled in next to the Camero. His eyes scoured his surroundings and his hand was on his sidearm as he moved quickly towards the apartment complex.

A young couple was entering the building just ahead of him and a few moments later he was knocking loudly on Danny's door. Getting no response, he knocked even louder and called out, "DANNY! DANNY, OPEN THE DOOR PARTNER!"

His actions drew the attention of Danny's neighbor Tony, who opened his door and cried out, "Hey keep it down man, you're going to wake up my kids!"
Steve turned and asked "Sorry Tony, hey have you seen or heard from Danny in the last hour?"
"No...is everything alright?"
"I don't know. I need to break down the door, can you please call 911 and have HPD send a squad over?"
"Sure"
Steve then added, "Tony...stay inside your apartment"
"Okay...sure..." As the man nervously closed his door, Steve wasted no more time and after kicking in the door he entered Danny's darkened apartment.

Flicking on the lights he scanned the room and swiftly made his way through the small apartment, room by room… His stomach was twisted in knots as he struggled to grasp what could have happened. Although he was relieved that Danny wasn't here lying hurt or ill, it terrified him to think where he could be. Nothing seemed to be out of place and there were no signs of a struggle but he knew that his partner's only plans had been to talk to Gracie and then get to bed. He muttered softly, "Where are you Danno?"

Standing in the empty living room he again tried Danny's phone…..with no success. Sighing deeply he then phoned Chin.
The Detective answered groggily, "Steve? What's up?"
"Danny's missing?"
"What do you mean, he's missing?"
"I'm at his place...he's not here, he's not answering his phone and he missed his goodnight call to Gracie"
"Okay brother, relax... I'll call Kono and we'll be there soon. Don't touch anything Steve"
"Yeah. Damn it Chin...he's got him"
"Steve, we don't know that for sure"
"What else can it be? God Chin...how could I be so careless? That son-of-a-bitch warned me"
"Hey...we'll find him Steve, we'll find him. I'm on my way"
"Okay, thanks brother"

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As the car came to a stop, Danny sucked in his breath nervously and without warning his captor reached back and zapped him in the chest with a taser gun. Danny's body twitched violently on the seat and his screams of pain were muffled by the gag in his mouth. The pain went on and on as serial killer Mark Tomlinson held the taser against his chest until eventually the Detective passed out.

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Steve needed a breath of fresh air….we needed to think clearly. It had been a very long day but adrenaline now coursed through his body and nothing else mattered to him except finding Danny. As he neared the front door, his eyes fell on a photo hanging on the wall that Kono had recently taken of Danny and Gracie. It had been taken on his patio when they were at his place a couple of months earlier. Danny was leaning down behind her and his arm was draped lovingly across her chest. Steve smiled and his eyes welled with tears as fear of what could have happened to his partner overwhelmed him.

As he walked back towards their vehicles he stopped suddenly in his tracks as he stepped on something, and bending down he saw Danny's keys...Oh shit..." Taking a switchblade from his pocket he carefully lifted the keys from the ground without touching them and being careful of his surroundings he made his way back to his truck. After placing the keys into an evidence bag he leaned against the side of the truck and drew in a deep breath, muttering "Think Steve...shit think..."

They had been in office early that afternoon when the call came in from Duke.
Five months ago they had found the two bodies that had started this. The first girl, Janie Anuhea... the girl in the Polaroid, was found lying on a bed of leaves with her hands folded across her chest just off the Pu'u Pia Trail by hikers. She came from a loving, middle-class family and her sister had been the last to see her after they'd had dinner together two nights earlier. She was a nineteen year old college student who had no enemies and she appeared to have been a victim of opportunity. When HPD arrived they had quickly found the second body... the still unidentified and mutilated girl about thirty feet away, naked and covered with brush. The murders had been so different that they had immediately suspected two killers, and three weeks later after they found two more dead girls... the residents of Honolulu were rightfully terrified. As they searched for the team of killers they had matched four other unsolved murders with suspect number one. The second killer, who they now believed could be Eaton was a less 'skilled' killer and his victims had also suffered viscous sexual assaults . Rape, although a crime of sex, is even more so a crime of violence. Somehow that sick SOB had met a killer and he had graduated to murder. Seeing the pictures of all those girls and young women in Eaton's home had sickened Steve horribly and now Danny... oh God Danny...

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Danny came to and blinked his eyes furiously as overhead lights blared down onto him. He attempted to pull his arms up and quickly realized that he was strapped to a table. As the fog began to lift from his brain he could feel that he was naked and that the table he was on was cold steel. As he attempted to move he knew he was strapped down by the ankles, wrists, arms, upper legs, waist and chest...he couldn't move at all and a leather strap held his head tightly to the table. He began to panic and his breathing became rapid. He squinted as his eyes focused on his captor as he leaned over him. The gag had been removed from his mouth and Danny said in a steady, firm voice "Who are you, you son-of-a-bitch?"

With an evil grin the man replied coldly, "My name is Mark, and I am the man who is going to kill you"

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