Hello! I apologize for being gone so long. I have a new story for you! This is my first Hawaii 5-0 story. Please read, review if you would like, and enjoy! Thank you.
Chapter 1: Trapped
He woke up with a knife sharp pain in the ribs, gasping shallow breaths of freezing air. It was black and he was on his side on a hard frozen floor. A recent blow to the head throbbed delicately behind his left ear to the beat of his heart, which was steadily increasing in tempo. It was hard to remember what happened. Everything was muddled and he felt dizzy. Slowly he pushed himself up off the damp icy concrete onto his knees. His right hand dropped down to grab his gun from his holster, an instinct born from many years as a detective, but found it empty.
"Shit..." he said his voice sounding loud in the dead silence. His eyes began to adjust in the darkness and he started to discern shapes on the opposite wall. The room wasn't very big and was rectangular in shape. He noted a dim strip of light to the left that outlined where the door was. As far as he knew it was the only one. Danny moved to get up, but he heard a loud clank and felt something tug his right leg.
He fell back on all fours and felt the metal cuff dig into his ankle. It was attached to a rusted chain that was looped over an old metal pipe. One look told him he couldn't break it with force. The chain was too heavy, the cuff too thick. He was trapped. He shivered; it was incredibly cold, freezing actually, which stood out in sharp contrast with Hawaii's climate…if he was still in Hawaii. How long was he out? He felt his pockets for his phone but found that his kidnappers have taken everything.
The only question now was when were they going to come back? The more he blinked the more he could see what was around him. He noted some old metal shelves built into the walls containing a smattering of random junk. He saw tools and hockey gear. A helmet, cleaning supplies, twine, and duct tape. His gaze zeroed in on the tools. If only he could reach them. He crawled across the floor, trying to drag the chain quietly and reached as far as he could. He was a few feet too short. He tried moving in a wide arc to see if any angle worked. It didn't. Cursing under his breath he moved back to where he woke up. What was he doing before he was caught? He closed his eyes and concentrated.
He remembered he was home. It was Saturday. He was at home watching a game on T.V. Then there was a knock. He assumed it was Steve who said he might drop by. But Steve usually let himself in... He opened his eyes and was back in the basement again. He was hit when he opened the door. Some cop he was…letting them get the drop on him like that. He sighed in frustration and shivered. He was really really cold, he even saw his breath. For body heat he started rocking back and forth.
He needed to be ready to act if any opportunity of escape presented itself. He knew there were only two ways he could probably escape. Way one was if 5-0 found him and way two was if his kidnappers were deeply stupid and made a wrong move. He stopped breathing when he heard footsteps overhead. Then his heart rate sped up. The footsteps crossed the room and there was a creak of another door. Then Danny heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps descending a wooden stair case, moving in his direction. Danny, bracing himself, knew he was about to find out just how stupid his kidnappers were…if at all.