Wrong Place, Very Wrong Time

Disclaimer: I do not own Hawaii 5-0. I am painfully aware of this but I keep writing anyway.

Hello, I have finally made it back to writing. The muse bailed on me shortly after I finished the last story and then real life caught up with me. Now I do believe that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I started the rough draft before episode 4: 21 and since I did not want to rewrite everything, I have decided that this is set before that episode ever aired. I hope you enjoy this.

Chapter 1

The early afternoon sun was beating down on the black Camaro as it cruised away from the north shore of Hawaii, on Highway 83, heading for Honolulu. Danny Williams smiled as he gripped the steering wheel, pleased to be finally driving his own car, playing a radio station that he had chosen and knowing that he had the upcoming weekend to spend with his daughter. Danny had come to the North Shore to get a witness statement to a shooting that had occurred the week before at Kahuku Point. The witness had dropped off the radar until 5-0 had tracked him down and Danny had volunteered to take the man's statement, allowing him to escape the mountain of paperwork that sat on his desk. After collecting the witness's statement, Danny had called Steve and then headed towards Honolulu, eager to pick up Grace at school.

As he neared Sunset Beach, a cobalt blue muscle car appeared in Danny's rearview mirror. As it closed the gap between them, Danny could see it was a jacked up late model Dodge Charger in mint condition. He wasn't a car nut but he did know his classic muscle cars when he saw them. In a blink of any eye it was on his rear bumper and then moved around the Camaro to keep pace beside Danny. Glancing over at the car, he recognized that the driver was challenging him to a race and waved the car on, unable to see anyone through the heavily tinted windows. While drag racing was illegal, Williams was eager to get home and did not want to bother with making a minor arrest in this case. When the Charger's driver realized that Danny would not take the bait, it roared past him and disappeared down the road.

Beyond Waimea, Danny again saw the Charger ahead of him as it closed in behind a white Mustang. The Mustang was observing the speed limit and as the Charger did with Danny…..it pulled out to drive alongside, matching its speed for a short while before cutting back behind it to ride the Ford's bumper. It then raced ahead again to cruise alongside the Mustang once more.

"Move idiot," Danny muttered as he increased his speed. "Do not make me hit the lights and get involved."

He could see that the driver of the Ford was not interested in engaging in a race and slowed its speed. This time the driver of the Dodge wouldn't take no for an answer and began to crowd the Mustang towards the shoulder of the road. The white car's driver hit the brakes as the passenger tires slipped off onto the shoulder at the same moment that Danny flipped on his lights and hit the siren.

As the fishtailing Ford came to a stop on the shoulder, the Dodge Charger surged ahead, running from Danny's pursuit. Danny accelerated after the Charger, glancing briefly at the driver of the Mustang as he passed it, seeing that there was a frightened young woman clutching the steering wheel. Knowing she was in no danger, Danny concentrated on chasing down the reckless driver, anxious to end this jerk's little road game before someone really got hurt. While Williams had no problem yelling at McGarrett for reckless driving, he was fully capable of driving fast when necessary. The Camaro roared down the highway after the blue Charger.

As he closed the gap on the Charger, Danny was frustrated to discover the license plate was obscured by mud and unreadable. The driver of the Dodge kept speeding up as Danny closed in but the Camaro remained close behind.

"Come on punk, pull over," Danny growled in frustration. "I'll keep chasing you but this is an island…you'll run out of land eventually. Pull over and save us both a lot of aggravation."

The two vehicles raced down the curved portion of the road near Waimea Bay when the Charger took the curve too wide and got caught in loose gravel. Over-correcting, the driver of the Dodge lost control and spun out, coming to as halt in a shallow ditch, pointing back the way it had come.

Parking a few feet away on the shoulder, Danny approached the driver's side cautiously with his weapon drawn. He had turned off the siren but left the lights flashing.

"5-0! Get out of the car!" he ordered sharply.

The door opened slowly and a lanky Hawaiian emerged, holding his hands in the air. The young man appeared to be in his early twenties with dark hair hanging to his shoulders.

"Hey man…..I'm sorry. I was just having some fun," the kid protested with an easy smile. "No one got hurt."

"Sorry my ass. How do you know that no one was hurt? You left that young woman in the dust and never checked to see if she was okay. You drove her off the road, you ran from me when my lights were flashing, your license plate is unreadable and I'm pretty sure the tint on those windows is darker than is legal. You picked the wrong day to try and drag race with a cop babe and you are in big trouble. Turn around and place your hands on the roof of the car," Danny ranted as he gestured with his gun. "Is anyone else in the car? Tell them to get out now."

Danny tried to peer inside and could only see that the passenger side door was open but he had not seen a second person in front when he had approached the car. His attention was drawn back to the driver as the driver began to slide along the vehicle towards the trunk.

"Hey….don't move," Danny ordered.

With his attention on the driver, Danny did not see the passenger who had slid down in the seat when the Charger stopped and then crept out of the car, moving around to the front. The short, well-muscled young man waited until Danny was focused on the driver and then charged forward to tackle Williams before he could react. Danny went down violently, his head striking the ground sharply. Blackness closed over Danny's senses, plunging him into unconsciousness.

"Way to go Paulie," the tall driver exclaimed stepping away from the car. "Nice work bro, is he breathing?"

"Yea," Paul Wilson said picking himself up off Danny. "He's just out cold Jimmy."

"Cool," James Wilson said as he beamed at his younger brother. "Smooth move," he approved as he reached them and picked up Danny's gun. He pointed it at the unconscious cop. "Wow….how easy would this be?" he asked lightly stroking the trigger.

"Jimmy no!" Paul squeaked in shock. He glanced up and down the road which was empty at the moment.

"Okay…..okay…..chill out bro. Let's put him in the trunk of the Charger and get out of here."

"What will we do with him? Why don't we just get the hell out of here and leave him be?" Paul demanded in a panic. The eighteen year old had never been in trouble before and this scared the hell out of him.

James tucked Danny's gun in the back of his waistband and reached down to grip the cop's wrists.

"Come on little brother, take his ankles. We have to move now!" he ordered sharply, not answering his brother's question. Paul did as he was told, helping carry Danny to the Charger's trunk and helping deposit him inside. As they closed the trunk a car drove by slowly, the passengers staring at them. James smiled and waved the car on. The driver increased speed and left the scene.

"Damn it Jimmy, let's get out of here," Paul pleaded. "They may report us; the car's lights are still flashing."

"For all they know, I'm a cop helping you with car trouble," Jimmy laughed. "Follow me, I'm going to take the cop's car to the Falls and leave it there. Then we'll take the cop to Uncle's, he'll know what to do with him."

"Let's just leave him with the car."

"No…..he's seen me. He'll connect me to those robberies on Maui. You heard him….he is 5-0 and those dudes are down on what is happening on all the islands. I am not going to jail just because of a little joy riding," James snarled. "Just do as I say and follow me."

Without another word James ran to the Camaro and climbed in. He searched the dash to shut off the lights and with some luck found the switch before he drove away. Paul followed in the Charger, eager to get this whole mess settled. He felt sick about what trouble his brother had involved him in but didn't have the nerve to oppose him.

As James drove towards Waimea Falls, his mind whirled with plans on how to get out of this mess. He knew his impulsive actions had left him with major trouble on his hands and a hot car to unload as well. He knew he couldn't leave the officer with the car, if it was located quickly it would mean a one way trip to jail. James clung to the belief that his uncle would know how to save him from the mistake he had made. He also knew that his mother had sent he and Paul to her brother to keep him from being arrested on Maui for the robberies he and his buddies had committed. Uncle Kapono would not be happy with this turn of events but James was sure that Kapono would do all he could to protect his nephews.

James turned the Camaro onto the park road and drove on slowly; searching for a rough service road he knew branched off. Once he found it he turned down it, travelling several yards until he was well out of sight of the main road. He pulled into the brush and got out, confident that it could not be seen easily. Paul stopped on the primitive road nearby and quickly popped out of the driver's seat, a panicked look on his face.

"Jimmy…he's awake, what do we do?" he announced with fear in his voice.

End chapter.

Well there you go…..the muse wants to whump Danny some this time around. Who is the trouble magnet now? Thank you so much for reading.