I do not own Hawaii Five-0 or any characters. No copyright infringement intended.

Notes: There are two things which prompted this story because as we all know - I'm on hiatus. The first is the seed planted by reading 'The Key to Nowhere' on the NCIS fan pages by Enthusiastic Fish. It's got more of a supernatural tact ... and is VERY a fun read about Tim. With EF's kind permission, I am borrowing the concept of how one of our main characters (Danny to be exact - umm, for me who else?) wakes in random places with no memory of why or how he got there.

The second thing to prompt this story is a quirk of mine to want to write a sequel to "It's All An Illusion". So these two things are now merged to one monstrous plot bunny. However, I don't think you need to read the first story; this one should stand on its own.

Enjoy! And thanks again to Enthusiastic Fish for the generous loan of this fun idea! CinderH, TheDogo (Miss Bunny Thrasher) and Komodo Queen are to be constantly recognized for never-ending amounts of support (aka: enabling).

H5O* H5O* H5O* H5O* H5O*

Chapter One

Noise trickled in to fill his senses first. Cat-calls of seabirds and the sound of rough surf; the soft patter of rain on the roof above his head.

"Stupid birds," Danny sighed in disgust, turning over to avoid what he expected to happen next. The trill of his alarm to demand that he open his eyes to start the day. But the prospect of waking to the odd one-off, gloomy Hawaiian morning wasn't appealing. So he turned over, shivering against the coldness and at a loss when his fingers sightlessly failed at connecting with either the bed sheet or the top comforter.

Moaning in annoyance, Danny winced when his ribs protested an uncomfortable surface and his head slid to the side to connect with an even harder one.

"Ow." Blindly running his fingers through his hair, Danny's quiet objection instantly stilled when his knuckles felt the smooth dampness of what could only be described as slick glass. The cold moisture seeping into his skin, coupled finally with a much too strong odor of dankly foul ocean coalesced with a sudden illogical force. Bolting upright, his left arm slammed into another unyielding object and he cursed as his eyes flew open in alarm.

"What … the fuck?" Danny's breath literally shuddered to a halt in his lungs as he rubbed at the trilled sting of his funny bone. Barefoot and wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, Danny dumbly eyed the passenger seat of his car in the pre dawn darkness. In shock, he registered the rivulets of rain streaming down the window and then more as a stormy gust flung a sheet of drenching rain violently against the windshield.

The pelting sound of bulleted water increased on the car's metal roof more than two-fold to a near deafening roar just as his body protested lack of air and he heaved in a loud broken gasp. He had been sitting off kilter and had woken only to slam his left elbow into the steering column. The erratic beating of his heart answered the discordant throbbing in his temple and he shivered in the damp coldness as his final senses kicked in to react to his predicament.

He was worse than cold; he was freezing as he tucked his hands under his arms and his shiver increased to expand across his body. His knee jolted when his bare feet slipped on the floor mat, hitting the keys which thankfully were still cradled in the ignition switch. Shifting in the driver's seat his bare back peeled resentfully off the leather of the bucket seat. Danny stared at the remnants of his misty knuckled imprint left near where his head had rested against the driver's side window. There was a dim recognition that the uncomfortable pressure against his ribs had been caused by the armrest.

But the view of a long black wharf seen over the hood of his Camaro rendered him unable to act. He could so easily turn the ignition and thumb on the heater; yet as his brain now stuttered to a stop, Danny couldn't quite yet find the wherewithal to move.

Barely seen for the storm, three desolate shipping freighters flanked each side of the long dock. Their black skulking hulks were silent and immovable, so largely impressive, they dwarfed the Camaro to the size of an ant. Completely unable to grasp the concept of doing something, he stared through the windshield and the wind-driven rain. For minutes on end, Danny sat there shivering and dumb-struck by a plight he couldn't remember.

As he clutched his arms tightly around his chest, Danny shook his head in disbelief and racked his brain to find reason in the unreasonable. His last memory was paying for a lousy dinner with Steve at a local dive restaurant. He had paid …. cash ... and now, he closed his eyes to replay the few seconds it had taken the cashier to count out the difference into his palm. Two fives, three singles and thirty-two cents. One of the five dollar bills had been tossed to the cheap linoleum table as a tip. After that though, there was nothing in his mind but a bleak hole.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Danny whispered to himself. It had happened again. However this time, it was much worse.

Peering out again over the hood of his car, Danny shivered in the cold as a brazen bolt of lightning illuminated the docked ships. The clap of thunder was instantaneous as the weather hovered low and directly over where he sat.

It was worse. So incredibly and unbelievably … worse… because this time, and despite barely being clothed, he had no idea where he was.

~ to be continued ~