Note. So glad you're all enjoying this. Time to dial up the whump.

Disclaimer: I do not own H50. I just have serious Danny whump issues.

Chapter Five.

The team had a long night. After securing Matt and getting him to the safe house they had returned to the office. Fong called and confirmed that most of the fingerprints he had found had come back as either Danny's or Steve's. There was a smaller set, that he was presuming was Grace's, and two other sets, but neither was in the system. Steve told Charlie that one of the team would go get Amber's prints in the morning to rule her out. Most likely leaving them with one set of prints, that could be any bodies.

Chin and Kono had traced the plate Danny's neighbour had given them, but it had come back as a rental. After contacting someone at the rental company, it turned out that a fake ID had been used to rent it. However, all the companies' cars had a tracking devise.

Locating the SUV had raised the teams' hopes. At least they had another lead. But when they got to the vehicle they found it abandoned near a marina. Blood had been found in the back along with a cloth that they suspected to be doused in chloroform. CSU worked hard to process the vehicle, but no prints had been found. The blood was confirmed as Danny's, just like the blood by the Camaro, and the team were now at a loss, with no leads to where Danny had been taken. Presuming that he had probably been moved to a boat, Danny could be anywhere. They returned to the office, planning on seizing the marinas security tapes in the morning. Finally each team member retreated to their own offices to try and sleep on their couches. None of them wanted to go home, in case they got a break in the case.

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If the teams' night had been long, Danny's had been longer. After round two with Vargas's men Danny had been left in more pain, struggling to catch his breath, and trying very hard not to vomit. The rest of the night passed with several trips from one, or both of the men, continuing the violent onslaught on Danny's body when he refused to tell them Matts location. Twice Danny had been knocked unconscious only to come around an undetermined amount of time later, in pain and confused until his situation came crashing back to him.

Danny sat, desperately trying once again to loosen his bindings. His wrists were now chaffed red raw, and the ropes hadn't budged one bit. The sun had risen quite some time ago and it looked like it was going to be yet another scorcher of a day. Danny had just started to drift off to sleep, exhausted from his second night of no sleep, when the doors to the boat shed flew open and Miguel Vargas, returned along with the two men that had made Danny's night so miserable.

"Detective, I hope you had a good night?" He sniggered. "I myself slept like a baby, such a lovely house one of my associates lent me. Secluded in a private cove, no one around to hear you, and a wonderful private beach. I'm sure Mathew will love it. Now are you going to be sensible and give up his location or do we have to change tactics?"

Danny really wanted to come back with some witty response, but he just didn't have the energy, so he settled on just giving the man a dirty look. "Very well detective, perhaps this will make you talk."

Danny's heart rate increased as he saw Vargas walk over to the corner and drag a bucket over. As it came closer he could see it was full of old, stinking, stale water. Vargas then pulled out a knife and waved it in front of Danny with a menacing grin. Waiting for the knife to be plunged into his body, Danny was shocked when his shirt was suddenly cut away from his battered and bruised chest.

Confused as to what was about to happen, the realisation hit him a second before his shirt was clamped over his face and his head held still by one of the thugs. The foul water hit his face and Danny did his best not to breathe in any of it. He'd heard Steve talk about water boarding but never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined he would be at the receiving end of it. The water kept on coming. Vargas was obviously using something to scoop the rancid water out of the bucket, allowing him to control the flow of water.

Danny's lungs started to burn, his body desperate for oxygen. He held on as long a possible, fighting the urge to breath. But his body won out and his reflexes kicked in and forced him to take in a large gulp of air, but all he received was a lung full of horrible water. He coughed, violently, which caused pain in his chest and stomach to spike and his lungs still burnt from the desperate need for oxygen. Just as he felt he was going to pass out the cloth was ripped from his face and he was able to suck in some much needed air, between painful coughs as his lungs tried to expel the water.

"Do you have an answer for me?" Vargas asked his eyes shining with delight, he was obviously enjoying this.

"Go to hell." Danny said spitting out the foul tasting water from his mouth and doing his best to aim for Vargas's shoes.

The cloth was clamped back over Danny's face and more water cascaded down over his face and chest. Knowing what to expect this time Danny tried to ignore the burning in his lungs. He let his mind wander to thoughts of Grace. His beautiful daughter, he had to keep fighting for her. He was not going to let her grow up without a father if he could help it. Come on Super SEAL, where the hell are you? I could really use you right now. His body violently shook as it once again tried to take in much needed air and received another lung full of water. The cloth was again removed, and again Vargas asked the same question he had all night.

"Do we have to do this again detective?" He yelled.

"Go ahead I can keep this up all day." Danny spat, knowing full well it was a lie. His vision was already greying out around the edges, but there was no way he would let them know he didn't know where Matt was. The second he did that he was a dead man.

"Very well, detective," Vargas replied and the shirt was once again placed over his face. This time Danny wasn't conscious when his lungs heaved in more water.

Realising his captive had passed out, Vargas ripped the shirt from Danny's face and threw it to the ground in anger. "He's a tough son of a bitch, I'll give him that."

"I don't think he's gonna talk sir." One of the guys replied.

"Oh he'll talk we just have to break him first. Cut him lose, then drag him out. He's all wet, why don't we help him dry off." Vargas ordered.

TBC

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