A/N I know this story will be AU once tonight's episode airs but it has been on my mind for the past week and today is the first day I've had time to write it. It'll probably just be a two-shot. This is the set up... Next chapter will be the h/c. :o) Sorry if the voices aren't right on... I'm still working on that. ~Kelcor
Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett and Detective Danny Williams made their way through the thick foliage with much less fervour than they had started out with over half an hour ago. It was an unusually hot day, even for Hawaii, and the heat was getting to both of them.
Steve had just recently found out that his mother had not died in a car accident 18 years ago but had, in fact, been murdered - and his father had known this little piece of trivia all along. Danny could tell that his partner had slept very little since Chin had taken him aside a week ago and told him about both the investigation and the fact that the police report was missing from HPD's archives. McGarrett would never admit it, but his lack of sleep was beginning to take it's toll... not to mention the emotional ramifications that type of news was bound to have on anyone - even the fearless ex-SEAL.
"Okay," Danny began, "I don't mean to sound like one of the Smurfs here but is it much further?"
Steve rewarded Danny's quip with a sideways look and a half smile. "Mary used to love that show when we were kids."
"Now, there's a name I haven't heard in a while. How is the cooler sibling doing, anyway," Danny asked between pants for air.
"Not sure," McGarrett replied with a shrug. "I haven't heard from her in a few weeks."
"Well, has she heard from you?"
"Shhh," McGarrett whispered suddenly, grabbing Danny by the elbow and pulling him off the path to hunker down in the bushes. Before Danny could offer a protest, he saw what had attracted Steve's attention. Just beyond their current location was a clearing filled with six large thug-like men, each heavily armed. Off to the right were three packing crates.
"I thought your Intel said there would only be two smuggler-wannabe's for us to deal with," Danny whispered.
"Huh. Guess my informant was wrong." Steve made a move to enter the clearing with his usual gung-ho attitude, only to have Danny yank him back down.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh, I don't know, Danny. Maybe my job? We came out here to bust these guys. Let's get it done."
"Of course, that's what you want to do," Danny snarked.
"What's your problem?"
"Two against six sound fair to you, McGarrett?"
"We should be able to take 'em."
"You looking to take Gracie's father away from her?"
Steve thought about this for a moment as he eyed the criminals sitting several feet away from them. He turned back to Danny, grim but serious. "You're right. You wait here." Again, he started to make his move but Danny grabbed his wrist in an iron grip.
"Don't be an idiot, McGarrett! I'm not letting you take away her favourite uncle, either," Danny whispered fiercely.
This proclamation brought a bit of a smile to his partner's face. "Uncle? Really?"
"Yeah, well, I tried to talk her out of it but she seems to really care about you, and I don't have any brothers so… Look, it doesn't matter right now. What matters is you not committing suicide-by-tattooed-muscle-freak! We don't even know what's in those crates over there. They could have much more firepower than what we're seeing."
"So, then, what do you suggest?"
"I suggest we call for back up."
"There's no cell reception out here."
"Then we go back to the car."
"Danny, it's more than half an hour's walk from here. An hour, if you count walking back once back up arrives."
With a sigh, Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. He really didn't want to make that walk again. He returned his attention to the men in the clearing and his mood brightened exponentially.
"What?" Steve asked, seeing the grin on his partner's face.
Danny jerked his chin out, silently urging Steve to follow his line of sight. When he did, Steve's smile matched Danny's. There, sitting on the ground next to one of the thugs, was a satellite phone.
"Good thinking, Danno! We get our hands on that satellite phone and we'll be able to call for back up. I just wish we knew what was in those crates."
At that moment, the satellite phone chirped. The thug closest to it snatched it up off the ground and answered. Steve and Danny were too far away to hear what was being said, but the guy definitely looked pissed! He glanced around the clearing, peering into the bushes. Danny and Steve both ducked down closer to the ground.
After a lot of yelling, several booted feet ran toward them. Both Five-0 agents held their breath and prepared to defend themselves but the men continued on past them, back the way the agents had originally come. Returning their attention to the clearing, they saw that only one thug remained, machine gun braced in his hands, ready to fire at anything that moved.
"Okay," Danny whispered, "this is what we'll do." He turned to face Steve but he wasn't there. With a start, he scanned the clearing. "Idiot," he muttered. McGarrett was over at the crates, trying to pull one open so he could see what was inside. He turned to Danny and used his hands to shape out a large gun of some sort - Danny never had been good at charades. He did, however, know how to show emotion with his hands and he let Steve know, in no uncertain terms, what he thought of his partner going off on his own.
"Don't move," was uttered to him in an ice cold voice, just as the muzzle of a machine gun was pressed against the back of his neck. Danny raised his hands, casting a heatless glare at McGarrett while the thug removed his police issue firearm from its holster and tossed it further into the woods.
"Okay, okay, stay cool, man."
"First, you tell me not to move. Now, you're telling me to get up. You can see how a guy might get confused here, right?"
His answer was the barrel of the gun being shoved even harder against his flesh.
"Got it. Getting up. Just stay cool." Danny slowly rose to his feet and stepped into the clearing, purposely moving away from where he had last seen Steve.
"You're one of the cops that we got the call about. Where's your partner?"
"Partner? What partner? I don't have a partner. I came out here alone."
"How stupid do you think I am?"
"Uh, I don't really think I should answer that question, seeing as you'll probably shoot me if I do."
"I'm gonna shoot you, anyway."
"Oh, well, since you put it that way…"
Steve watched in horror as Danny was forced into the clearing at gunpoint. Crate forgotten, he crept towards the guy threatening to kill his partner… failing to see the movement through the opening he had created in the shipping container.