Disclaimers: I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or its characters. No copywrite infringement is intended. I'm just having a little fun here.

I have never been to Hawaii so please pardon any mistakes. Google and Google Maps were my friends for this story so any mistakes in geography or Hawaiian history are my fault. I apologize if this bothers anyone.

Thanks: Huge thank you to Fifilla for letting me bounce ideas off of you! It is always helpful to discuss ideas with you and actually work out a direction for the story. Thanks for your help and encouragement.

A/N: I had hoped to be able to post this story before the season finale, but as you can see, that didn't happen. So I guess we have to assume this is AU since my explanation of where Gabby has been for months is different than what they (finally) said on the show.

Eventually some of my original characters from previous stories will make an appearance. You don't need to read those stories to understand what is going on, but if you'd like to, I won't mind.

The blue and white Cessna Grand Caravan approached the island of Oahu. Eight passengers were aboard the small chartered plane, seated in four single seats with a small aisle between the two rows. What little luggage there was was safely stowed in the baggage compartment at the back of the plane. The small charter was returning from the Big Island where the six men and two women had boarded.

Detective Danny Williams looked across the aisle and smiled at his companion, Doctor Gabrielle Asano, of the Bishop Museum.

Gabby returned the smile and leaned over the aisle a little to better talk to Danny, "I'm so glad you and Grace were able to come over for the final showing of the exhibit."

"So am I," Danny agreed. "Grace was excited, and it worked out well that Rachel was going to be on the Big Island and could pick her up from there." Danny's smile widened, "It's so good to have you home again."

Gabby sighed, "It will be so good to be home again. This exhibit tour has been terrific, but it's been so long and tiring."

Danny was about to respond when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. Very casually, he shifted in his seat and looked towards the front of the plane. A passenger in the second row immediately looked elsewhere to avoid eye contact and shrank back into his seat. Danny maintained his smile for appearances, but the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Everything okay?" Gabby had seen the slight shift in Danny's attentiveness as well as his smile.

Danny nodded, keeping his gaze directed at Gabby but turned in such a way that he could still monitor the front of the plane. "Yeah, it's probably nothing."

"What's wrong?"

"Guy up front is acting kind of hinky. Like I said, it's probably nothing."

"If you say so," Gabby's smile faltered. Danny was a good detective, and if he thought the guy was hinky, it made her a little worried.

They continued their conversation about the Hawaiian exhibit tour that had kept Gabby off the islands for months. Danny counted five times that the same man glanced back in their direction and heartily wished he had his gun and badge on him so he could go talk to the guy about why he was so jumpy, but his gun and badge were safely secured in his bag which was stowed in the baggage compartment as he was not on duty. He had taken a few days vacation time to take Grace to see the final showing of Gabby's exhibit before meeting up with Rachel for her to take Grace while he flew back home with Gabby. He had informed the pilot of his weapon out of courtesy but hadn't felt the need to carry it on his person.

Two minutes later he really wished he had it on him when the man got up from his seat and headed towards the back of the plane. Danny continued to listen to Gabby though he had no idea what she was saying as he concentrated on the man without seeming to. He caught himself sliding his right hand towards where his gun usually rested and had to stop himself when he realized what he was doing.

Gabby knew Danny wasn't actually listening to her as she also saw the man move down the aisle. She figured his cop instincts must be right about the man so she was totally unprepared when the man stopped at her seat blocking her view of Danny as well as her only escape route and leaned down to speak with her, left arm draped over the back of her seat, "Pardon me, Ma'am, don't you work at the Bishop Museum?"

Gabby's smile faltered, and she hesitated to answer. It was a little unnerving that the man knew where she worked.

The man smiled, "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just at an exhibit on the Big Island, and I thought you were the museum lady."

"Oh," Gabby laughed nervously. "You were at the exhibit? Yes, I work at the Bishop Museum. I've been traveling with the Kamehameha tour. Did you enjoy the exhibit?"

"Oh, very much," the man nodded and grinned. "I especially liked the warrior display with the various weapons. I've always been intrigued by the variety of the weaponry of early Hawaii. I am especially interested in the pahoa. I would love to hear more about the battle between Maui and Hawaii when Kamehameha came into his own as a warrior. Did you know he saved the life of his teacher by blocking a blow from a pahoa? I can only imagine what it would feel like to hold that dagger knowing the history behind it. That must be priceless."

"I did know about that battle," Gabby nodded and smiled nervously. "I'm sure that dagger would be priceless if it were located."

Danny didn't like the way the stranger blocked his view of Gabby and crowded into her personal space by leaning down to speak with her while his arm was on the back of the seat. He unbuckled his seat belt and stood to tap the man on the shoulder, "Excuse me, can I help you with something?"

The man turned to face Danny, "I was just talking to the museum lady."

Despite the innocuous answer, Danny's cop instincts went into overdrive. There was something about the man in general and his smarmy smile in particular that made the detective wary, "How about you go take your seat again? I think we'll be landing soon."

"Thanks for the advice," the man dismissed Danny and turned again to Gabby.

Danny shook his head and gritted his teeth. He did not like being ignored, and the man was seriously getting on his nerves now. This time he grabbed the man's elbow to steer him back around, "Go back to your seat. Now."

The man's smile disappeared and his eyes turned cold, "Hey, you can't just..."

Danny never heard what else the man was going to say as he was drowned out by the sound of a gunshot and Danny was spun around and thrown to the floor of the plane by the force of the bullet slamming into his right shoulder. Most of the other passengers screamed.

"Danny!" Gabby yelled and tried to get up from her seat before the man roughly shoved her back down and she found herself with a gun in her face.

"What are you doing, Shane?" The man standing by Gabby demanded of another man making his way back from the front of the plane. It was he who had fired on Danny.

"Shut up, Nate," the man snarled. "We don't have time for you to mess around back here. Go check the bags." He pointed his gun at Danny, "You. Get back in your seat before I decide to shoot you again."

Danny struggled to his feet, holding his right arm. He didn't like that the two men seemed to be focusing on Gabby. As he moved back to his seat, he caught the pilot's look from the front and shook his head slightly to discourage him from coming back. He hoped the man had enough sense to call in their predicament before the two armed men thought of it and disabled the radio.

At the very back of the plane, Nate undid the netting from the baggage compartment and started going through bags. He would open a bag, roughly run his hands through the contents or dump the entire bag on the floor of the plane. When he got to the fourth bag he was searching, he suddenly stopped. He pulled out two things and stood to show his cohort, "Hey, Shane, look at this!"

"Give me those! Keep looking," Shane demanded. He smiled when he looked at the items in his hands. One was a gun in its holster, and the other was a shiny gold badge with Five-0 on it. "Well, look what we have here! It looks like we have a member of Five-0 on board."

Danny glanced nervously at Gabby as Shane moved away a bit and he could see her again. She was unharmed but clearly nervous and concerned as she looked over at him. He mouthed, "I'm okay," to her and turned his attention to the gun-waving Shane.

Shane waved his gun in the air with one hand as he held up the badge in the other and stalked up the aisle looking at the other passengers. "So which one of you is Five-0, huh? Is it you?" he pointed his gun at a woman's face and then laughed as she screamed and looked away. "Nope, not you... How about you?" He tapped a man on the shoulder with the gun. The man flinched.

"I've got it!" Nate yelled from the back of the plane, interrupting Shane's fun. He met Shane in the middle of the rows of seats and showed him. "See, it's the pahoa. We've got it!"

Shane grabbed the pahoa from Nate and looked it over, nodding and smiling.

"We did it!" Nate crowed.

Shane slapped him on the shoulder, "We haven't done anything yet. We still have to get off this plane with it, and that's gotten more difficult than we anticipated."

Nate sobered as he realized Shane was right. They had what they'd been looking for, but they were also trapped on an airplane mid-flight with a load of witnesses.

Shane gestured for Nate to go up front, "Go watch the pilot. Make sure he doesn't make any radio calls and make sure we don't land yet. I have to figure out what we're going to do."

"Got it," Nate nodded and scurried up front to hold his gun on the pilot.

"So," Shane looked at the passengers and walked back to stand by Gabby. He waved the metal dagger in front of her face. "This is the dagger that Kamehameha stopped from killing his teacher, is it not? In the battle that helped make him a great warrior on his way to be a king!"

Gabby nodded and swallowed nervously, "It's a replica of the pahoa, yes."

"What do you mean it's a replica?" Shane glared at her. "It's been on display. It IS the actual pahoa."

Gabby hated to contradict a madman, but she didn't want to lie to one either, "It's a replica. Most of the artifacts on display for this exhibit were replicas. Most are too valuable to ever leave the museum, or are replicas of artifacts that have never been recovered."

Shane leaned down and seriously invaded her personal space, "I think you're lying! I think this is the real pahoa and you're just trying to trick me because it's very valuable." He stood tall again and all but drooled over the dagger as he gazed at it. A sudden idea hit him, "Yes, of course! It is the real pahoa! Why else would Five-0 be on the plane? You have a personal bodyguard to keep it safe."

"No, it's not like that," Gabby shook her head.

Shane snarled and backhanded Gabby across the mouth, "That's enough! No more lies!"

Danny surged to his feet, injured shoulder forgotten, as Shane backhanded Gabby. "Hey! "

Shane turned and pressed the barrel of his gun into Danny's chest and raised the dagger with his other hand as if to strike. Danny didn't back down. Shane frowned at the defiance in Danny's eyes, and then he chuckled, "Of course! You're Five-0, aren't you? You're the lovely lady's bodyguard."

"Why don't you get smart and give it up now?" Danny urged him. "It's not worth it. That dagger is just a replica, and where are you going to go once the plane lands? You're in it deep already. Why don't you give me your guns and when we land, I'll see what I can do about getting some of the charges that you're piling up dropped."

Shane laughed, "Nice try, pig. I think with this plane full of hostages, we'll be just fine."

Danny shook his head, "You know it doesn't work like that."

"We'll be fine!" Shane yelled. He gestured towards the front of the plane with his gun, "Now shut up and go up front." He roughly grabbed the back of Danny's shirt and pushed him towards the front of the plane.

"He says he has to radio the airport," Nate pointed at the pilot. "I won't let him do it."

Shane nodded in satisfaction, "Good job, Nate. Pilot, you won't touch anything if you know what's good for you."

"We need to radio for clearance to land," the pilot informed him. "They're going to be wondering why we've circled a couple of times. They're going to get suspicious if we don't radio in."

"Take us away from the airstrip," Shane demanded.

"What?" the pilot tried to turn, but Nate him across the mouth with the butt of the gun. The pilot shook his head and glared at Nate as blood flowed from the cut on his bottom lip.

"Now take us away from the airstrip. I don't care where, just fly us away from here," Shane told him.

The pilot shrugged and gently turned the plane away from the airstrip and deeper over the island of Oahu.

Shane nodded in satisfaction and then after letting the pilot fly for a couple minutes, leveled his gun at the control panel and quickly emptied the clip into it.

The pilot flinched at the unexpected gunfire right behind him and threw up his hands as the control panel started to spark and alarms began blaring. The last bullet ricocheted off the control panel and whistled past his ear before embedding itself in the wall behind him. He quickly put his hands back on the controls and started to wrestle with the plane as it started to stutter and buck.

"What did you do?!" Screamed Nate.

"We're going to go down!" the pilot yelled. "Everyone buckle up and hang on!"

Shane quickly jerked Danny back up the aisle and pushed him down as he threw himself back into his second row seat. Nate stood in shock for a moment before he too reclaimed his seat and buckled himself in.

Danny couldn't get to his feet as the plane nose dived towards the ground. He knew he wasn't going to make it back to his seat, but he tried to push himself up the aisle as he watched the pilot fight to regain control of the plane. They started to level off and Danny even thought they were gaining altitude when he started to see treetops through the windows. Then he saw nothing more as the plane crashed and tumbled through the jungle. Danny was thrown forward and had lost consciousness by the time his body came to rest behind the pilot's seat, left leg wrapped around a front row seat.

Did I mention that I enjoy Danny whump? I didn't? Oh, sorry, I enjoy Danny whump, and there will be more of it! Enjoy.