****** Okay...here we go, major Danny whumpage ahead *******

******** WARNING – this chapter contains scenes of violent torture and course language - PLEASE remember that this story is about a sick, twisted serial killer and the contents of this chapter ARE disturbing ********

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"So 'Mark' tell me, how many women have you killed?"
"I stopped counting at twenty and that was a couple of years ago. But does it really matter Detective? They were whores and they deserved to die"
"WHORES? You killed Mothers and daughters! You killed a teacher, a paramedic and a florist. You killed beautiful, innocent women and you destroyed their families and their loved ones. You are an animal and my partner will find you, and he will kill you!"

"I have no doubt that he will Daniel...but I can promise you one thing"
Danny smirked, "Oh yeah, what's that?"
"I'm glad to see that you find his 'situation' humorous"
"It's not humorous. I actually find you quite pathetic"
"I think your opinion of me may change"
Danny replied, "Oh, I highly doubt that. So what's your promise big man?"
Tomlinson's evil grin caused the hairs on Danny's neck to stand up, "My promise to you Detective is that I will destroy one final family, yours. Your partner may kill me...but I promise you that I will also destroy him"

"Good luck with that asshole. You don't know my partner"
Tomlinson grabbed Danny's face roughly, "And YOU, don't know ME!"
Slapping Danny's cheek the man then stepped from his line of vision.

Danny could hear him off to the side rustling around but he had no idea what he was doing. His mind was racing as images of Tomlinson's victims flashed through his mind. All of them had been stabbed, but they also had been tortured. This monster thought he didn't know him... but he did. He knew damn well what was about to happen to him and he needed to prepare himself.

He had been McGarrett's partner for just about two years now and although the SEAL had shared some details with him about the missions he had been involved with, there were still things he wouldn't share. He grinned as he could hear Steve saying those damned words he'd come to despise 'it's classified Daniel' He knew that Steve loved him and trusted him just as he loved and trusted him... they were more than partners, they were brothers and Steve would find him... he just had to hang on.

Danny was a scraper but he had always been grateful that Steve McGarrett was on his side. One night a few months ago he had been staying at Steve's place and he woke to screams of sheer terror coming from upstairs. When he entered the room Steve was in the throes of a nightmare and as he turned on the light, the startled SEAL had screamed and lunged from his bed barreling into his mid-section head first. As Steve had informed him... and he had witnessed many times, he was highly trained in close battle, hand-to-hand combat and that along with the fact that he also was being fueled by horrific memories, Steve could easily have killed him that night. Luckily, they had crashed into the dresser and the impact had jolted Steve awake.

The scene played out in his head and he would never forget the pain and fear in Steve's eyes as the man realized what had happened.
He had the wind knocked out of him and as he pushed himself up off the ground Steve had grabbed his arms and leaned him back against the oak dresser.

"Danny, oh shit Danny I'm so sorry...are you okay?"
"Yee...eeah …... give mme a mminute"
"What were you thinking Danny?"
Danny grinned at the memory of him choking out the words "What wwwas I THINKING? Are you ffuccking kkidding me Steven?"

That night had been a turning point in their friendship. They had taken beers and gone down to the waters edge. Steve's emotions were very raw that night and with the protection provided by the darkness of the night he had had opened up to him like never before. It was the anniversary of the death of two of his brothers on a mission to South Africa and those anniversaries always made the nightmares more intense. Steve talked softly about the mission and about Andy and Carlos. His voice cracked with emotion and Danny knew the tears were flowing down Steve's cheeks as he re-lived their deaths. They had been able to keep Carlos alive for almost an hour, but he had died in Steve's arms minutes before their evac team had arrived. Their deaths had been hard on the entire team but no one took it harder than Sean Calloway. The three men had been scouting out the mission when they stumbled upon a team of rebels who engaged them in a firefight. Andy died before Steve and the rest of his team could arrive. During the battle, Andy had thrown himself on top of a grenade to save Sean and Carlos, and then after Carlos died, Sean was distraught. It took almost a year for him to recover enough psychologically to where he could return to active duty, but he was never able to serve again as a SEAL.

He had always known that Steve was a hero, as were all the men he served with...but hearing the stories, hearing of the sacrifices these men endured was so humbling. This great man had chosen him to be his partner and that night as they sat in the dark he had listened as Steve talked, mourning his lost loved ones. Eventually the conversation had turned to how his return to Hawaii, and the formation of the 5-0 task force had saved his life. He told Danny about his final mission in North Korea and about Freddy Hart. Danny of course had known about the mission to capture Anton Hess and how Victor Hess had killed Steve's Father to avenge his brother's death at Steve's hands. But now his partner was sharing with him that the grief he felt for Freddy, compounded with the murder of his Father had almost been too much for him to bear.

Danny listened in awe as his best friend confided to him how he felt that Danny, Gracie, Chin and Kono had saved him, how they had given him a reason to live...to go on.
His voice shook as he had added softly, "I love each and every one of my SEAL brothers and I would die in a heartbeat to save any one of them. Danny...what I've found here in Hawaii with you, Gracie and the team...it's different. It's something I haven't felt since before my Mom was killed. You guys are my family and I love you. I could never bear to lose you"

The sun was beginning to rise over the Ocean and Danny had turned to his friend saying, "I love you too Steve...we all do"

A couple of months ago Steve's nightmares had increased as a mission in which he had been captured and tortured was haunting him. Danny closed his eyes as he played Steve's words over in his mind, "I'm trained to endure torture, to block out the pain. Danny, no one is more dangerous than a man who can harness his emotions, to use that to fuel him..."

His thoughts were interrupted as Tomlinson moved back to his side and as Danny opened his eyes they fell on the eight inch knife that the murderer was holding inches from his face...

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Duke pulled up next to Steve's truck and shaking hands McGarrett said, "Thanks for getting here so quickly Duke"
"Of course, what do we have Steve?"
Steve ran a hand through his hair, "Danny's been taken"
"You're sure about that?"
"Yes. He's not answering my calls and he missed his good-night call to Gracie. I broke into his apartment and nothing appears to be disturbed" Motioning to the Camero he added, "His car's here and I found his keys on the ground about a hundred yards from the front door, I've got them bagged up"

Duke Lukella nodded, "Okay, how do you want to handle things?"
"I need to talk to Eaton again and it can't wait until morning"
"That's fine Steve, but he's lawyered up. We're going to have to talk to his attorney first"
"Do whatever you need to do to make this happen Duke, and do it fast"
"I understand. Let me make some calls. Can you take my guys inside?"
"Yeah, I'll be right back"
As Duke moved back to his squad car to arrange the interrogation, Steve escorted the three HDP Officers on site into the building.

When he returned Duke inquired, "Are they set?"
Steve nodded, "One of them is securing the apartment and the other two are searching the area where I found the keys. I called Chin and he and Kono should be here in a few minutes to help process everything. Are we ready to go?"

"His attorney is going to meet us at the station and I've contacted the prosecutor as well. Steve…he's asking for a deal"
"I figured as much"
"So what are you going to do? Should you contact Denning?"
"No…..not yet. Come on, let's go"

Moments later the men were in Steve's Silverado and speeding towards HPD headquarters.

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"So Daniel, are you ready?"
"Bring it on you Mother Fucker"
"So you're a tough guy huh?"
"I can take it"
"Yeah we'll see about that now, won't we?"

Tomlinson stepped off to the side and Danny flexed his muscles as he struggled unsuccessfully to free himself from his restraints. He could hear his captor shuffling about just a few feet away but he was unable to turn his head to see what was happening. If he could have, he would have seen that the monster had put on a black ski mask and after turning on a camera he was positioning the lens towards his prisoner.

Danny was sweating profusely as he nervously awaited his fate. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing as his mind raced, 'Control yourself Danny…..mind over matter baby…he can't hurt you, you won't let this bastard hurt you'

Moments later he screamed in agony as the blade of the knife was drawn down across the center of his chest and pulled down to his naval.
His back arched and his restraints dug into his flesh as he cried out, "YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!"
Tomlinson held the bloodied knife up to the camera and as Danny's blood dripped from it he stuck out his tongue and ran it alongside the outer blade. Grinning maniacally he then set the knife down onto a small, rolling cart that was next to him and without warning he grabbed Danny's left hand and one by one, he snapped his fingers breaking them all at the knuckles.

Danny fought hard trying to control his screams. He didn't want to give this animal the satisfaction.
Once all five fingers were broken he sensed Tomlinson move away from the table.
His hand was twitching in pain and the restraint on his wrist had dug into his flesh causing it to bleed,' It's okay Danny…no pain…..this animal can't hurt you, no fucking pain'

Several seconds passed before Tomlinson called from the foot of the table, "Do you have anything to say Daniel?"
His voice was filled with pain as he replied angrily, "FUCK YOU!"

Laughing loudly the monster said, "THAT A BOY! YOU'RE TOUGH RIGHT? YOU CAN HANDLE ANYTHING RIGHT?"
"Anything you can dish out you damn punk!"

Remaining out of Danny's sight and facing the camera the psychotic killer jumped up and down with his hands raised above his head, laughing as he screamed "DIDN'T I TELL YOU THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUN!"

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