A/N: FML! Hello I'm still alive I'm so sorry I've been MIA Thank you for all the reviews and follows :') made me really happy Between packing to go to uni in four weeks and holiday in two weeks I haven't had the time or energy to update But I have the weekend to myself so I might be able to write more then hopefully :') This isn't the best chapter I've ever done

Enjoy!

Emm xx

Part Twelve

Tick

Tick

Tick.

Every second the hand on the clock moved, it echoed inside of Steve's head. He was staring unblinkingly up at the ceiling, mind racing trying to find a way that he could get to Danny. He could track down the van's licence plate but they would have probably ditched the vehicle already. He sighed deeply and rubbed at his already raw eyes.

"Help me find you, Danny please?" He whispered even though it was no use to anybody.

Suddenly his phone blared out breaking the silence that followed his question and Steve scrabbled across his bed to grab at the cell before it could go to voicemail.

"McGarrett!"

"S-steve It's… it's me."

"Danny!" Steve bolted upright in shock and grabbed a T shirt, trying to pull it on one handed.

"Danny! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you? Who the hell took you?!"

"Steve-" Danny's reply to Steve's babbling was cut off as a harsh sounding cough racked through him and he spluttered helplessly for what felt like a lifetime.

"You have to help me babe… I don't have much time, he's- he's going to kill me."

If Steve gripped the phone any tighter it would be about to break into plastic splinters.

"That isn't going to happen Danny. I'm coming to get you, trust me!"

"No! Y-you can't… Just… Just tell Grace that Danno loves her."

"Danny you can't expect me to-"

"Who the fuck are you talking to?!"

Steve shuddered as he heard the newcomer to the conversation and thanked whatever God there was for making a portable cell phone number tracker. Please work, please work! He chanted internally.

"I don't know who the hell you are but I promise you, if you do anything to Danny I will personally skin you alive, you sick bastard."

A low chuckle was all he received as a reply to his warning and then the phone cut off without warning.

"NO!"

He threw the cell against the bedroom wall in frustration, and sank to the floor cradling his head in his hands as angry tears spurted from his eyes and down his face.

Beeeeeeeeeep.

Steve's head snapped up focusing in on the laptop he always kept logged onto the cell tracking software just in case, and raced over to it; laughing slightly hysterically as the destination confirmed message flashed on his screen.

Scribbling the address down on a post it, he picked up his gun and ran down the stairs two at a time whilst texting Chin and Kono the details.

"Hang on Danny; I'm coming to get you!"

A/N: So I'm tired.. Which isn't an excuse for how shit/boring/wordy this is I'm sorry Hugs? Or cookies either work hehehehe xxx