Title: The Eleventh Hour
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I don't know why my muse insists on me writing longer fics, but it did, and so here's my first H50 chapter fic. This will have 13 parts, I believe and I should be posting on a regular schedule. Much thanks to geminigrl11 for providing a beta and consistent encouragement and squee. As for my other beta, moogsthewriter , let me just say that almost anything I write these days is ENTIRELY her fault. I mean that in the best way possible of course because if she makes me insane, she also makes me smile :) Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.
A/N: This first chapter is a bit on the short side, but the action starts quickly from here on out. I promise :) Also, general note, title was snagged from the song "The Eleventh Hour" by Jars of Clay, which was going through my head while I wrote the majority of this.
Summary: This was all Steve's fault. The entire case had been Steve's idea, after all. And now, here they were. Handcuffed to chairs, back to back, in a deserted warehouse, in the Middle of Nowhere, Hawaii, with two idiots holding guns threatening them.
( It was a normal day. )