The Sweet, Sweet, Taste of Revenge

by Traw

Someone wanted revenge but revenge on whom? When Danny is shot and left for dead in the Iolani Palace parking lot, Steve must race against the clock to discover just who is the real target - Danny, Chin, Kono, or himself?

Danny Williams yawned as he stepped jogged down the palace stairs and into the semi-darkness of the Iolani Palace parking lot. It had been a long, stressful day investigating the accidental shooting death of a young, and up and coming senatorial candidate at the Governor's request which turned out not to be as accidental as it first appeared to be. The long hours spent with Steve in interrogation attempting to get to the truth with the wife had been exhausting. The woman had at first denied everything, claiming her husband had accidentally shot himself. Danny smiled as he remembered the way that they had cornered the woman with her own lies, finally eliciting the truth.

The light touch of what he instantly recognized as the barrel of a gun pressed against his back snapped the Five 0 detective back to the present. "Ahhh, Detective Williams, I was wondering when you were going to leave to go home to your daughter, I was starting to think I would have to wait here all night." A soft, male voice whispered into his ear as a hand reached around and removed his gun from its holster.

"What do you want?" Danny asked, raising his hands in a show of non-resistance, aware that Steve, Kono, and Chin were probably only minutes behind him and help in the form of a ninja SuperSEAL was most likely on its way. All he needed to do was keep his attacker calm and stall for some time.

"Why, you!" the soft voice chuckled in his ear.

Danny felt, more than heard, a soft pop a split second before he felt something slam into his back, robbing him of his breath as he was thrown to the ground. He blinked in confusion; his mind had told him that he had just been shot but his body felt no pain. A shadow dropped across him, blocking out most of the light, as a dark figure knelt down into his slowly fading line of sight and he felt the shooter's cold fingers momentarily press against the side of his neck.

He struggled to remain alert as the figure rose and walked calmly away. He heard the distant sounds of running feet and familiar shouts as the darkness slowly claimed him.