Disclaimer: No, Hawaii 5-0 doesn't belong to me. It does to CBS.

A/N: The third story of ROLLING IN WAVES became a tsunami! Since it got so long (8 parts already), I decided to make it a story on its own. Don't be surprised if you read the first instalment of TAKEN because I kept the original posting in ROLLING IN WAVES.

Thank you so much, Marie Thea, for beta-reading the story. To me, that was AMAZING! I appreciate the help and the suggestions – they make it even more fun to work on these stories.

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TAKEN

1: Taking the Call.

"I'm just saying, this time, you could have backed me up," Danny told his partner, as Steve drove them back to the Palace. He was angry, frustrated, and even more disappointed at the other man's apparent lack of faith in his ability to subdue violent criminals. "The guy was about to lower his weapon. But what do you do? You open your month and question my tactics in front of the suspect, again. "

"You were—"

"Shut up." Danny cut him off, an accusing finger in the air for added emphasis. "Just shut up. I was not putting the creep to sleep as you like to think. I was convincing him to surrender. If you would ever let me finish what I start before shooting everybody, you might notice that I'm usually pretty good at what I do."

"Are you done?" asked Steve, clearly getting irritated.

"No, I am not," Danny retorted, Steve's interruption aggravating his already too-volatile temper. Though, before he could continue, his cell phone shrilled. He frowned at the ringtone he had set for his younger brother. He took a deep breath to steady his voice, glanced at his watch, and answered his cell.

"What are you doing up at such an unruly hour?" he asked in lieu of greeting, knowing his brother should be in New Jersey, and finding worry under his anger. His brother didn't just call when he knew Danny was working.

"Danny? You okay, bro?"

So much for appearing nonchalant, thought Danny. He took another deep breath. "Yeah, I am. Sorry about that. Let me try again. Hi Pat, how are you?"

Patrick chuckled knowingly. "I'm good, thanks." In the few seconds of silence that followed, the detective could have sworn he felt the atmosphere thicken. "Danny, I need to talk to you about Allison," Patrick said, referring to their sister.

"Allie? Is she all right?" He straightened his seat, suddenly on alert.

Steve gave his partner a concerned glance.

"She's fine," Patrick assured him. "You might just have saved her life."

"That's very nice of me. How did I manage to do that?" Danny asked him.

"There was a gas leak in her building; she recognized the smell and alerted the authorities," his brother said.

"Way to go, Allie!"

A few years back, when Allison had decided to move out on her own, Danny had set up a meeting with a firefighter friend, so that that his visually impaired sister could learn how to detect fire hazards, using her other senses.

"She did great!" agreed the youngest of the Williams' siblings. "She might have prevented a major catastrophe."

Danny heard Pat sigh at the other end, and worry crept back into the pit of his stomach.

"Dan, have you talked to her recently?"

"To Allie? Sure, Grace and I call her every Saturday. Why?"

"I think someone might have broken into her apartment."

"What? When?"

"Two days ago," Patrick said. "We were talking to the firefighters and Allie remembered taking note of something odd in her apartment: her furniture was slightly off. She thought that the housekeeper had knocked them over and forgotten to tell her. I talked to Nancy and she assured me that she didn't move anything. But when Allie says the furniture was rearranged, I believe her."

"I do too," said the older brother. "She relies on it too much to not recognize if it moved."

"Danny, maybe I'm overreacting, but…a break in and a gas leak…"

"Are sources of concerns," Danny finished for him. "Tell you what: I'll hop on the first plane back to Jersey. I'll be there in a couple of hours. Can you take her home?"

"Of course."

"I'll place a call to Lieutenant Harris, my former supervisor, and a friend of mine at the US Fire Administration. I'm sure they won't mind looking into this for us. I'll also ask Lt. Harris to put a security detail on you two."

"Okay, maybe you're the one overreacting?" argued his brother, having second thoughts.

"You don't know what overreacting is, Pat," Danny told him. "I have a prime example sitting right beside me."

Steve gave him a dirty look.

Pat snorted. "Does McGarrett still think he's Rambo?"

"You have no idea."

"Careful, bro," warned Patrick, not for the first time. "Guys like that will get you killed."

"Thanks for reminding me." Danny sighed. "Well, I'll call you back when I know more. Tell Allie I love her and that I'll be there soon."

"I will tell her. Thanks, Dan," Patrick said, before disconnecting the call.

"What's going on?" Steve said, bringing him out of his troubled thoughts.

"I'm not sure," he replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the passing Hawaiian coast line.

"Can I help?"

And end up shooting all my family by mistake? He thought darkly. He was still so angry at Steve for his latest stunt. "You know what? I can't deal with you, right now. Could you just drive?"

Steve nodded, knowing better than to push at this point.

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A/N: I hope I got you interested. Stay tuned, things are about to heat up.

(Dec. 2010)