Hmmm, it seems I'm always writing little one shots when I should be finishing my multi chapter stories. I really gotta work on that. Maybe this will be more than a one shot. Not sure yet, I'll see where this takes me. In the meantime…enjoy!

Both Steve and Danny had been far too concentrated on questioning their suspect to notice that the small plane they were in was careening towards the forest they flew over. It was a small aircraft and the winds were being difficult, making for a choppy ride. Besides the pilot, only Steve, Danny, and the silent prisoner were aboard the plane. They were all strapped in. Then they felt the shift in direction and felt the harsh pull of gravity. Danny jerked his head towards the silent man, a wordless communication with Steve telling him to cover the capable fighter while he checked in with the pilot. He unbuckled his seatbelt and walked over to the door of the cockpit. He rapped sharply on the door.

"Hey buddy, what's going on?" No answer. He tried again. No answer that time either. He opened the door and was greeted with the sight of the pilot, slumped over the controls, foam dribbling from his mouth. On his lap was a small note that read "Forgive me. It was the only way to save my family". With the pilot very clearly dead, Danny began to think about who was going to pilot this thing. He didn't have long to think though. The last thing he saw before his world plunged into darkness was the forest rushing up to meet them.

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Steve blinked, then opened his eyes fully. Besides a few bruises, he was unharmed. In a moment, his astute senses clued him into the fact that he had been in a plane crash and everything came back to him. The Silent Man, as he and Danny had begun calling the seemingly mute prisoner, was awake and staring at him with cold eyes. Steve checked to make sure that the bastard was still secure, then ran to the cockpit to find Danny. His partner was sprawled in the corner, unmoving. Steve didn't bother to check the pilot. It was obvious that he was dead. Cyanide maybe. Instead he ran to Danny's side and gently turned him over, mindful of a possible spinal injury. Danny did not stir. Steve began to check him over for injuries. The first thing he saw was the long gash on his left temple surrounded by bruising running the length of his face. It was bleeding badly and his left eye was already swollen shut. He peeled back Danny's eyelids, noting the uneven and sluggish pupil. Next, he noticed that Danny's skin was beyond pale. He was cold and clammy as well, indicating he was in shock. His head wound was bad, but not enough blood had been lost for this level of shock. Steve looked for other injuries and when his search reached Danny's side, he found it. A large shard of glass from the windshield was protruding from his abdomen. It was long, reaching from his lower ribs on his right side to just below his navel. Steve's heart sped up in fear for his partner and his eyes cast around for a first aid kit. Skillfully removing the glass, he placed a pressure bandage on both wounds. The med kits in the planes Five-0 frequented were always incredibly well stocked for nearly any situation at their request. Steve pulled out a small syringe of broad spectrum antibiotics to prevent any of the bacteria that thrived in the jungle from taking hold in Danny's wounds. Moments after he had injected the contents of the syringe, he heard the whang! of gunfire against the metal sides of the plane. Running out into the passenger area, he saw that the Silent Man was gone, his cuffs lying in a heap. Steve ran outside, drawing his Beretta as he went. He could see the silent man calmly running away into a group of three well-armed men in plain black BDUs. When they saw him, they opened fire. Big mistake. Steve darted back into the plain and aimed his gun out of the shattered window. All four men dropped with Steve's four shots. Three were dead before they hit the ground. Steve had shot the Silent Man in the calf, non-lethal but it would hurt like a bitch. Seeing that the Silent Man was still unarmed, Steve bent over the strange man. He was once again shaken by the man's calm. He did not give any indication that he was even in pain. Instead, he turned towards Steve.

"I am one of many. Others will come to fill my place. We cannot be stopped." The Silent Man said in unaccented English. Then, the man made and odd movement with his jaw. Steve heard a crack, then the man began to convulse, spittle flying from his mouth. When he finally stilled, he looked very much like the pilot.

Short intro, more to come!