A/N: I promised you a sequel to Hiding In Plain Sight and here it is. Thank you to Phoebe for being a brilliant beta once again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or any of the characters.

My Hero!

Chapter One

He turned the key, shutting off the Chevy Impala's engine. Leaning his head back against the headrest he took a deep cleansing breath to steady his nerves. The cool night breeze flowing through the open driver's window, a welcome change from a day of hot Hawaiian sunshine. Looking through the passenger's side he studied the house across the road. The only indication that someone was still up, the tell tale light flickering from a TV screen. The sleek black Camaro sat in the driveway. In the inky blackness of the night, a lone porch light bathed it in a soft yellow hue. Looking down, he stared at the crumpled newspaper clippings that lay on the seat next to him. Reaching over to pick one up, he placed it on the steering wheel. Smoothing it flat, he read the headline out loud for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Senator Monroe's daughter saved in a daring rescue."

Sighing deeply, he slumped down into the seat, allowing himself to relax for the first time in months. Again he read the week-old newspaper article.

Yesterday, Governor Denning's elite task force Five-0, rescued 14-year-old Elizabeth Monroe. Senator Monroe's daughter had been held captive for 3 days by an unnamed group of kidnappers. Following days of political toing and froing, Five-0 carried out a daring rescue. The sometimes-controversial task force, backed up by HPD, stormed a derelict industrial area in Kapolei. An hour long stand-off culminated in a shoot out, leaving 4 out of the 5 kidnappers dead. Five-0 and HPD reported no fatalities of their own.

What grabbed the media and public's attention was the daring rescue undertaken by Detective Daniel Williams. Under the cover of gunfire, the Five-0 second-in-command entered a warehouse knowing it was rigged to explode. It was sheer luck that only 1 of 4 bombs detonated. However the explosion resulted in the partial collapse of the structure. Firefighters pulled Miss Monroe and Detective Williams from the building, an estimated two hours later.

A statement from Honolulu Medical Center, later confirmed Miss Monroe had suffered minor injuries. Detective Williams condition was more serious, but not life threatening. Following an operation he was said to be resting comfortably in the ICU.

Details have not been released on how the kidnappers' location was discovered. When approached outside the medical center, Five-0 leader Commander Steve McGarrett gave very little away. The ex-Navy SEAL stated all information pertaining to the case was classified. Only praising Miss Monroe's bravery throughout her ordeal and thanking the men and women of HPD for supporting his team.

Shifting uncomfortably in the driver's seat he absentmindedly reached over to pick up the other newspaper article. Placing it on top of the other one, tracing his finger over the big bold printed headline. MY HERO! Glancing up briefly to check on the house before continuing to read.

Senator Monroe's daughter, Elizabeth Monroe, recounts the hours before firefighters pulled her from the rumble. This exclusive interview was held at the senator's holiday home here on Hawaii. 14-year-old Elizabeth was the picture of health, wearing t-shirt and shorts, blond hair tied back in a ponytail. The only sign that all was not as it should be, the purple-yellowish bruising dotted along her arms and legs. Although she was obviously nervous and still recovering from her ordeal, she was determined to tell me her story.

"The men suddenly left me alone. I knew something was wrong...they never left me alone. I was sitting on a dirty old mattress in the corner of a large room. There wasn't much else there, a table and some chairs. No windows. A single light bulb and the whole place smelt of cigarettes..." Elizabeth hesitated. Gripping the glass of juice in her lap tightly with both hands. "The light reminded me of the movies. There's always one light swaying in the night. Except this one didn't..." After taking a sip of her drink she continued.

"I could hear shouting...It seemed to go on forever. My hands and feet were taped together. I tried to get free...but I just wasn't strong enough. Then the shooting started...I thought I was gonna die." Suddenly Elizabeth gave me a beaming smile. "I heard someone coming. I thought it was one of the men, but this blond guy holding a gun runs in. He kept asking if I was okay and saying that I was safe. He pulled a pocket knife out of his sock." A nervous giggle escaped her lips. "He had brightly colored stripy socks on." Her face dropped when she continued. "He took his bullet proof vest off and put it on me. Said we had to hurry, but not why. He had to hold onto me, my legs were all shaky...I couldn't run very well. We were running down a corridor and there was a loud bang. It all went black…I don't remember much after that. We just lay under the rubble. He protected me with his body..." Her face turned a bright shade of red. "The whole time he kept talking to me about all kinds of stuff, boys, school, hobbies...I could tell he was hurt by his voice and his breathing didn't sound right. He was amazing. I thought my dad would always be my only hero, but after what he did. Detective Williams is my hero too.

Elizabeth Monroe is very much her father's daughter. After such a harrowing event most children her age would have shut themselves away. But not Elizabeth, she fought tooth and nail to tell her story.

I am pleased to report Detective Daniel Williams is resting comfortably at home. Discharged from Honolulu Medical Center after just 2 days.

He'd been sitting in the car for a good thirty minutes. Checking his watch. "Almost 10:30. Time to go." He mumbled.

Folding up the newspaper clippings, he threw them in to the car's glove box before climbing out of the car. The street was quiet, not a soul about. He pulled a handgun from the waistband of his jeans. After checking that the magazine was full, he tucked it back into his jeans, pulling his shirt down to cover it. Slowly he crossed the road, heading for the house.

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Danny lay on the couch in sleep shorts and T-shirt, watching an old Jets game. He tried to sit up slightly, but the move caused a sharp stabbing pain to shoot up his thigh. Uncomfortable didn't even come close to how he felt; he was a mess. Honestly, he now regretted turning down Steve's offer to stay at his place. Grace had been great, but she shouldn't be responsible for a grown man with a broken arm, hobbling about on one good leg. She never said it, but he could tell she was struggling to cope. He looked down at his arm with its multicolored cast. Wow. His not so little monkey had become quite the artist. Palm trees, dolphins, and surfboards. A smile crossed his face. She'd even tried to draw a dragster.

Taking a few deep breaths, he reached for the pain meds on the coffee table in front of him, but they were too far away. Admitting defeat, he slumped back against the cushions. Now his ribs protested at the move along with the bruising on his back. But then he looked at the newspaper placed on the table by Grace next to the pain meds and glass of water. Elizabeth Monroe, only a couple years older than his daughter. She made all his suffering worthwhile.

He could still hear Steve scream for him to stop."Wait for the bomb squad." But his partner knew there wasn't time, as did he. Danny was the only member of the team near to the building. A weak link in the gang of kidnappers had tipped them off. There had been no amazing piece of detective work to break the case. Ratted out by one of their own - a nervous, jittery, twenty-something thug. The young man had been the only survivor.

Quite frankly, he still didn't know how he'd done what he had. Looking down at his injured leg, the image of a large shard of glass embedded in his thigh made his stomach roll. Almost two hours, trapped, claustrophobic, and hurting. Oh boy, did it hurt. Deep down he knew it was the over-protective father in him that had got him through it and his ability to talk the hind legs off a donkey.

Speaking of the devil, Steve's face looked up at him from the screen on his cell. He muted the TV before answering.

"Yes Steven I'm taking it easy." Danny rolled his eyes.

"Are you even in bed? You're not are you? I knew I should have made you stay with me."

"Will you please stop. I'm a grown man and no I'm not in bed. Maleko and Ritchie should be here soon. They're dropping off the last of the car parts."

"At this time of night. Couldn't they have waited until tomorrow?"

"What are you my mother? They are just finishing their shifts and wanted to drop the parts off on their way home." If it hadn't been for the cast on his arm, he would have been making wild gestures to the phone.

"You're not showing them the car?"

"No you goof. I already told you when the car arrived yesterday. You are the next to see it."

"What about Grace?"

"What about Grace. She's in bed, asleep. Did you ask Grace what the new paint scheme was?"

"I may have tried. She's good, very good. She wouldn't take any of my bribes."

"You tried to bribe my baby girl? I don't want to know what with. Now will you please leave me alone? Anyway I've got to go, they just knocked on the door. Good night Steven."

"Good night Danno. I'll be over early."

"I don't doubt that."

Danny grinned, then hung up and dropped his cell phone onto the coffee table. Pushing up from the couch with his good arm, he managed to stand. Grimacing when the stitches in his leg pulled. Reaching out to the side he grabbed the crutch leaning on the end of the couch. After steadying himself he hobbled over to the front door, opening it to the two HPD officers.

"Good job you warned us about how slow you are, otherwise we'd have thought you'd gone out." Maleko laughed.

"Ignore him Danny. How are you feeling?" Ritchie asked.

"Like a building collapsed on me. Are they the parts?" Danny knocked the side of the box on the ground between them with his crutch.

"Yeah. Do you want it in the garage?" Maleko asked.

"Nice try. In the kitchen will be just fine."

Ritchie picked up the large box and carried it into Danny's kitchen. On his way back out he gave his best-kicked puppy look.

Danny shook his head and laughed. "You could give McGarrett a run for his money with that face. It doesn't work on me when he does it, so it's not going to work now. Good night guys. See you at the weekend."

"It was worth a try. Take care of that leg. We'll see you Saturday." Ritchie said before following Maleko down the drive to their truck.

He knew the two HPD officers from his brief time partnered with Meka. They worked in the same department at HPD and had only been partners for the last four months. Maleko was a Hawaiian native and Ritchie came from Indiana. Both men were in their mid twenties and total gear heads. They had practically begged Danny to let them help on his newly acquired Pro Mod car. They both loved drag racing and working on cars, but neither had the wherewithal to race. They'd been working on the car for six months, and with just a little more work, it would be ready for its first test run.

Danny watched them drive off before closing the door. His leg and ribs were now screaming at him to sit down. He'd almost made it back to the couch when there was another knock.

"Shit. Now what guys. You're not seeing the car before the weekend." Danny was starting to think Steve was right he should have left it until tomorrow. He was now breathing heavily. Just that short trip was proving too much. He opened the door, but before he could say anything more a gun appeared in his line of sight.

"Danno, who's at the door?" A sleepy voice called from behind him.

Danny closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. "Oh Gracie, why didn't you stay in bed?" His voice barely above a whisper.

~ to be continued ~