A/N: Thanks for the reviews and alerts! This is a quick story, only four parts. I should have it completely polished by Monday.

We've Got Fun and Games
Chapter Two

Danny crouched next to Kono, ignored the twinge in his knee. He eyed the innocuous structure in front of them, which looked like nothing had disturbed it for years. In Hawai'an jungle time, it might have only been months. Subtropical climates, he had learned since his arrival in one, had a tendency to devour any manmade thing left alone in rapid order. He thought perhaps that was part of the allure of this spot. Anyone who happened upon it would assume it was abandoned, harmless, maybe good for some artistic photography cataloguing the decay of rural America. The problem with that was that there weren't any other telltale signs of a meth lab nature wouldn't so easily swallow. Meth manufacturing wreaked havoc on the environment, made for toxic byproducts. There were no signs of that, and no hints of recent foot or vehicular traffic.

That bad feeling was back. Danny had chalked up the initial bumpiness as mainlander/local butting heads, which he was used to and acknowledged he sometimes brought on himself. When he and Bob Nahale had found a tentative truce, he'd relaxed and his brain now started firing double time to make up for it. He knew Kono had felt the same thing as he had and wasn't surprised when she surreptitiously touched him on the arm now when the feeling came back stronger than ever.

He didn't know why the alarm bells were sounding quite yet, just that they'd been going off since the information-sharing on the trip here had seemed forced, light and vague. It still didn't make sense to him that they wouldn't have made a trip to the station first. When they rendezvoused with four uniforms in tac vests and with heavy arms, the bad feeling ratcheted up despite the official vehicles and gear. He and Kono were flagged on either side by Nahale's men. Nahale was the only one looking at Danny, the rest of them appeared focused on the building. Just like they should be, but something was not right about them all the same.

"I thought you said this was the most likely site for the lab," Danny hissed at Nahale.

"Our intel might have been wrong."

"Might have been? No one's been out here in months to even gather intel. I realize that as you said Hilo PD doesn't have all the resources of Five-0 or Honolulu, but… "

Then it clicked. Sometimes deduction was a cop's greatest tool and sometimes it was his gut. Danny's gut knew this was a set up. The only way Nahale wouldn't have known about this location being completely useless was if he, in fact, actually had known and had wanted to bring them out here. In the middle of nowhere, with no cell reception or familiarity with the geography, he and Kono were sitting ducks. This was going to end up being a message, and a big, bloody one.

"You knew. You knew this was a dead end, didn't you, Bob?"

Beside him, Kono stiffened. He knew she had to have already been on the same page as he was and the new tenseness was simply her getting into the same paragraph. She might be young, but she was ready for almost anything. Danny's bad feeling unfortunately thought this might be an almost kind of scenario, something neither of them were ready for.

"Or maybe I should call you Luna."

"In the flesh," Nahale said with a shrug. "I really do enjoy you, you know, brah. You're smart. Obviously not quite smart enough, though. Somehow I should hate you and everything you are, haole, but I don't. Things that should annoy me amuse me. You're a puzzle. It's a shame I have to kill you."

"Well, at least I can go to my grave knowing a scumsucking dirty cop dirtbag drug pusher thinks I'm amusing. That's a dream fulfilled, right there."

Nahale laughed, aggravatingly genuine about it. Danny was going to seriously harm the motherfucker and he was going to enjoy it. Oh, yes.

"I can't have Five-0 ruining my operation at such a critical juncture. I've got a very lucrative expansion in the works."

Danny flicked his eyes at the enemy and the surrounding heavy forest. He knew that any one member of Five-0 was strong support to have at his side. That didn't make him regret that it was Kono here with him instead of Steve. Not because Kono couldn't handle herself, never that. It was … he wanted to fucking kick something. His own ass, primarily, because never once did it occur to him that the hostile-turned-genial Detective Nahale was anything but an unfriendly local he'd won over until he'd led himself and Kono straight into a no-win situation. Even if Nahale had allowed them to arm themselves and vest up, they were outnumbered and currently in an indefensible position. The four men Danny had thought were back up probably weren't even cops. He didn't want to believe this level of corruption existed in one department, but he couldn't rule it out.

"Why don't you and the lovely Officer Kalakaua stand up?" Nahale continued. "And don't try anything."

"You expect us to just stand here and let you shoot us?" Kono asked.

Her voice was angry, but anyone that knew her would have also heard the fear at the same time. And that right there was why Danny regretted that Kono was here. She was tough as hell. He wouldn't want to spar with her outside of the gym, and he was extremely competent despite choosing not to engage if he didn't have to. She had an innate strength, but she also hadn't seen years of action. Even Five-0's accelerated learning curve couldn't roughen the edges off her soft heart in such a short time. Any other time he'd be glad for it.

"Well, yes."

"This isn't going to work," Danny said.

He needed time. He needed to delay action as long as possible and the only thing he had was his words and Nahale's already demonstrated propensity to talk as well. There must be a bad guy tutorial out there that dictated at the denouement of the play, one must reveal everything. And then die.

"You can't expect to disappear two members of the governor's task force and not get a manhunt in return. They will come for you with guns blazing."

"Who's going to come for me? No one that matters knows who I am. Just you two, and, well, I hate to be repetitive about your fates. The operation will fade for a time till it blows over, then back to business as usual, except now everyone will know not to mess with Luna."

Nahale was on the HPD payroll, of that Danny was sure. There was no way Nahale could have faked being a cop, no way someone somewhere (Chin) wouldn't have figured out if he was a fraud. Mild-mannered, modest detective by day, drug runner at night. It was so ludicrous he didn't even know where to begin unpacking it all in his head.

"You think people won't get suspicious when we die on your watch and you walk away without a scratch?" Danny asked.

"Oh, no, that's not how it's going to go. We are all going to be caught in an ambush. I'll sustain an ugly but survivable wound, but you two. As I said, I'm sad to say you two will not make it. It's tragic."

Fuck, this was so fucking stupid. By giving him and Kono gear, it'd look legitimate at first glance. Nahale had sold the story to them and to Hilo PD, and no one would question his integrity after being shot in the line of duty himself.

"It doesn't matter. McGarrett will figure it out. Someone, somewhere will talk. He'll make them talk. One of these guys, even. Cops too? You dickweasels are all cops?" Danny thought he saw derisive looks on some of the mooks' faces. Not cops. "You've backed yourself into a corner whether or not you kill us."

"Maybe. Maybe not. I've been at this for years. You think that's by accident, that I'm lucky?"

Danny took another furtive look into the trees, wondered how many others were out there, if there was any point in making a break for it. The option was removed from him.

He caught a bare twitch of Nahale's hand and a second later all he saw was a barrel pointed at Kono. He didn't think, he just shouted and moved and all hell broke loose around him. He landed in a heap on top of Kono, a burning stitch in his side. He stayed there only a second before he rolled off with his weapon at the ready and already firing. He only had a blink to enjoy the sight of the bastard that had almost killed Kono crumple to the ground. Fucking idiot Nahale had actually given him and Kono loaded weapons. Danny scrambled, grabbed the additional weapon from the dead guy as the forest erupted in noise and activity.

Beside him, Kono was moving herself, all fluid grace and sheer determination. Gunfire came from outside their scuffle. Great, just great. The next few minutes were a riot of punches and near misses as bullets rained all around them. He thought he saw Kono jerk as a shot hit her vest. Shit, shit, run. They had to find cover. If it were just these five they'd have a chance, but with shooters out there? They needed to employ a tactical retreat, as Steve would call it. The pain in Danny's left side, low down, increased as if in reaction to his What Would Steve Do? moment. Fitting, but he shoved the pain away, no time for it. One man's tactical retreat was another man's escape.

"Go, Kono," Danny shouted.

He followed her. It wasn't like Kono knew the area any better than he did, but Danny figured she had better instinct just from growing up with all of this goddamned flora. He didn't know how long they ran, which direction they were headed. He only knew the slap of leaves against his arms and legs and face and that he wasn't going to maintain a fast pace long. He didn't need to run a marathon, only long enough to find a spot to recuperate, come up with a plan. Angry shouts and gunshots followed them, but the benefit of all of this goddamned flora was it covered them fairly well.

Danny kept his eyes on the back of Kono's head as she finally slowed, mimicked her when she stooped low. Hey, he was the senior officer here, but that didn't mean he was an idiot with ego issues. Kono appeared to be in her element. Belatedly, he realized the gunfire and shouting had faded. Well, at least something was going right.

"I brought us round in a large loop. I think we're safe for the moment," Kono whispered. "I haven't heard them behind us for a while."

"You okay, sweetheart?" The question was automatic, but sweetheart? Kono would punch him for that. But she didn't.

"I'm fine, brah. You?"

"Good."

They were both liars, of course. Danny took quick visual stock of Kono to make sure, and she did seem fine. Shaken, bruised, and scratched but whole and okay. His brain felt a little battered, uncharacteristically sluggish. He chalked it up to relief that Kono was relatively okay. He seemed to be having a hard time recovering from the sprint through the woods. His lungs were on fire, his knee was killing him and the pain in his side wouldn't quit. He knew they needed to get out of here, though, and he focused on figuring out how. The only way out was the Jeep that had brought them here or the van the other goons had used.

"They're not gonna take off with us still alive out here. Nahale can't risk us surviving," Danny said.

"We need to get back to the vehicles before they do," Kono said with a nod.

"You took the words out of my mouth."

Though he knew they should be determining exactly where their escape vehicles were in relation to their current position, Danny took a moment to slump against a tree. The shallow, gasping breaths he took were doing nothing to alleviate the stitch in his side. He had a vague sense of déjà vu when his breath kept hitching no matter how hard he tried to steady it. He was in good shape. A brief jaunt in the woods shouldn't have debilitated him this much. He pressed a hand against the flaring muscle, regretted it. He removed his hand and stared at the palm. It was covered in slick, deep red, and it was only then he realized.

"Oh," he said.

"Danny, you okay?"

"I think I –"

The very next thing Danny knew, the urge to sneeze was waking him up. A faint tickling sensation against his face, his nose. He flopped a hand up to get rid of the annoyance, but his limbs were rubbery and a firm grasp halted him. He opened his eyes a crack and found Kono leaning over him, concern marring her features. Her hair brushed against his nose. Beyond her was blurry green and blue and he blinked a few times to clear his cloudy vision. Oh. Right. Rainforest. Shot.

He took a shaky breath and struggled to get himself on his right elbow. He managed it, bit his lip the whole time to keep from crying out. Kono didn't need that, and they didn't need him drawing Nahale and his henchmen's attention. His head spun. He swallowed heavily to keep himself from vomiting. He still had his vest on, out of necessity. It weighed a ton, compressed his lungs even further. Below it on the left, right above the waist of his pants, he saw a wad of cloth, bloody and haphazardly held in place by a slim hand. The cloth was Kono's shirt. She had her vest on, the straps fastened loosely, but nothing else. Damn.

"I'm okay," Danny mumbled. "It's not that bad."

Kono let out a hysterical, sobbing laugh, but choked it out quickly. She visibly bolstered herself, pulled the concern behind a mask Danny recognized because he'd worn it himself so many times. He had to wonder why anyone bothered. Any cop who'd seen the wrong kind of action could spot that mask a mile away.

"It wouldn't be if we hadn't run a couple of miles without tending to it first. I think you lost a lot of blood, Danny." She looked pale, worn and worried. "A lot."

"I'll be all right, Kono." He raised his left arm, waggled his fingers. "Give me a hand up. We've gotta keep moving."

Truthfully, the last thing in the world Danny wanted to do was get vertical. Whatever adrenaline he'd had from the betrayal and attack by Nahale had long since depleted. It had run out of him along with half his body's blood, apparently. There was no choice. He doubted very much that Kono would leave him and she couldn't carry him out, therefore he had to at least try to walk out on his own steam.

Kono pursed her lips and gazed at him sadly for a second. She searched around for something, eyebrows furrowed. Finally, she slid her belt off, looped it around him awkwardly to keep the makeshift bandage in place. No one was ever, ever going to mention that her belt magically fit around him, even at the last notch, and that now he technically was wearing as much of her wardrobe as she was. Once she was satisfied with the first aid job and he had recovered from it, she stood, gathered the weapons they still had and tucked them securely here and there on her person. After she was all sorted, she grabbed his hand and helped ease him off the ground.

It wasn't a pleasant experience for Danny. For Kono either, he thought. Still, after a minute or two, when he could hear more than the loud burst of static in his ears and see beyond the hazy film lurking at the edges of his vision, he found his legs weren't too unsteady. Considering.

"I'm putting you in charge of navigation," Danny said. And everything, really.

They walked where Kono led them, his right arm draped over her shoulder at an angle that reminded him too painfully that she was taller than him. A more accurate description of their travel mode, in any case, was that Kono walked and he staggered. Eventually they both staggered. They staggered for what seemed to Danny like hours and seconds at the same time. He felt like he was in a fog most of the time, his body's way of telling him he was a moron for not being unconscious in a nice soft bed, hooked up to an IV with drugs. The nice, legal, doctor-regulated kind of drugs, not the kind that bastard Nahale peddled. What kept him going were the barely audible words Kono uttered into his ear, little puffs of encouragement he could only answer with pained gasps about how much this sucked.

It was around the time Danny was certain he was going to hurl whatever was left in his stomach onto Kono's boots and then pass out that she stopped dead in her tracks and held a finger up to her lips. She tilted her head to one side and listened. To Danny, it seemed quiet. Maybe too quiet.

"I recognize where we are, but if Nahale is as smart as he thinks, he's probably close, waiting," Kono said softly. "I've felt like I've had eyes on me for a while."

"He knows we'll go for the cars. Herded us?" Danny tried to say. It came out sounding like something completely foreign, like maybe he'd picked up pidgin all of a sudden. His vision tunneled. "Mabye … sit? A sec."

Kono eased him down. Once he was no longer being held upright (hadn't realized how much he had been relying on her), Danny blanked for a bit. He saw Kono chewing her lip, eyes big and slightly watery, and then she faded to grey saying words like "blood loss" and "infection" and "shock". As much as he wanted to pass out and stay that way, he couldn't. Danny hissed to full alertness when Kono pressed against his wound. He feebly batted her hands away, only to realize she had barely touched him.

"Danny, we could make a break for the Jeep."

"Kono, I think you know I couldn't make a break for anything. They're out there, aren't they?"

"Yeah."

"We can't let Nahale escape," Danny said. "You know that."

Danny was rapidly losing anything like strength, which meant they had to come up with a way to eliminate the threat without knowing how many people with guns there were and where they were, strategically, and do it all fast.

Fantastic.

"I have an idea," Kono said softly. "You're not going to like it."

The McGarrett-style gleam Danny saw in Kono's eye told him two things: no, he wasn't going to like it and no matter what it was, it would probably work as long as it didn't kill them first.