Steve sat at his office desk staring blankly at his laptop, his thoughts on Jordan. It had been three days since he'd spoken to her, since anyone had spoken to her. He was feeling the physical effects of the loss. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep and he couldn't concentrate on anything for more than a couple of minutes without becoming distracted by images of her. He kept telling himself it would go away, but it just wasn't happening.

The first couple of days he tried several times to reach her but was getting no reply. He'd even broken down and gone to her house, but no one came to the gate, not even Leda. He had even tried the code once to get in and found it had been changed. It was after that that he decided to let her go, but it was becoming a burden on his life to try and accomplish that feat, not only experiencing the physical reactions of her absence, but the emotional ones were taking the real toll on him. He missed her, plain and simple.

"Hey," Danny said, standing in the doorway, "do you want to grab some lunch at Kimo's with us?"

Steve looked over the top of his laptop, shaking his head. "No, I'm good."

"That's a matter of opinion," he replied. "You don't look or sound too good."

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

"Did you look in the mirror at all this morning?"

"I don't need beauty tips from you Danny," he snapped.

Kono came in behind him. "Hey Boss." She came inside and set down some papers on his desk, grinning at his appearance. "Did your razor run out of steam this morning?"

He looked up at her, confused over her reaction of his appearance as well, "What?"

She motioned to an area around her face, "It looks like you missed some spots." She turned to leave and stopped at the door. "FYI, were going to Kimo's for lunch."

"Yeah okay," he replied, pushing back in his chair. He was more interested in seeing what she and Danny were talking about. He stood in front of a picture on his wall, seeing his reflection in the glass. He'd missed a couple of areas around his chin and left cheek, wondering how in the hell he had done that. He shaved every morning in the shower, the same ritual everyday. He ran his hand over his face, knowing why though today he had strayed from the normal routine. Jordan.

"Shit," he groaned.

"If it makes you feel any better, Patsy hasn't heard from her either."


Patsy stood at the gate and rang the intercom, knowing Warren would be at work this time of day. It had been three days since she'd spoken to Jordan and the guilt over the things she'd said were eating away at her. She couldn't remember the last time they went three days without talking.

Leda opened the gate and met her at the door, breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh Miss Patsy. You here to put nice smile on Miss Jordan." It wasn't a question, but a statement. She reached out and took her hand, pulling her inside the house. "It been awful. Mr. Steve come by two times but Mr. Meyers, he won't let her talk to him. She lay in bed all day, no eat, just cry all day." She pointed toward the stairs. "You go." She gently shoved her. "Go make Miss Jordan smile today."

Patsy nodded, "I'll talk to her." The guilt was doubled now, knowing she had abandoned her during the biggest heartbreak of her life. She didn't know the circumstances yet of why she had broken it off with Steve, but it shouldn't have mattered. Jordan was her best friend, her sister and it was her duty to stick by her. God knows she'd done it for her more than once.

She knocked once on the slightly ajar door and stepped inside. "Jordan?" She came the rest of the way in and saw her lying on the bed with her back to her. She was still wearing the same clothes she had on the last time she saw her. Steve's basketball shorts and T-shirt. That was a concern in itself, but when she rolled over and got a glimpse of her face, she started crying with her.

"Oh Jordan," she cried, crawling up on the bed with her. She put her arms around her and held her as she sobbed. She didn't ask for an explanation just yet, it wasn't necessary. She just needed to be a friend.

Leda came upstairs holding a tray of sandwiches and milk like she used to when they were teenagers, hoping it would bring back the mood. She was completely distraught over Jordan's condition and couldn't get Warren to do anything about it. He would only explain over and over that she would feel better soon. But the mood wasn't changing, only getting worse by the day, and no matter how many trays of food she brought up, they were only picked at but never consumed.

She looked at the two of them on the bed and set the tray down on her desk. "Miss Jordan, you come eat now." She motioned to Patsy with a strained look, encouraging her to help in her fight to get some food in her.

"Jordan," Patsy said, wiping her face off. "You need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry," she whimpered.

Leda brought over a plate and set it on the bed next to Patsy. She tore off a small corner of the bread and held it up to Jordan. "Open your mouth," she requested firmly, letting her know there would be no arguing.

She did as she was told, too weak and miserable to argue anyway. She took the small bite and chewed slowly and then swallowed. Patsy tore off a larger piece and they replayed the scenario until the sandwich was almost half gone.

Leda felt satisfied for now and left them again.

"Tell me what happened Jordan?" Knowing now that her father was holding something over her to force the break up with Steve. She was just too heartbroken to have done it for any other reason. She also knew she had to get her out of that house.


Steve pushed away from his desk and stood up as he saw the Governor coming down the hallway.

He waved pleasantly at Steve making his presence known as he made his way to his office.

He came inside and up to his desk, holding his hand out. "Hey Steve, how are you?"

"Good Sir," he replied, shaking his hand and trying not to sound too surprised by the unexpected visit. "I'm sorry Sir, but did we have a meeting that I've let slip my mind?" He thought it would be par for the course, considering the daze he'd been in the last couple of days.

"No, no," he motioned to his chair, while he took the one across from his desk. "Have a seat."

He sat down and moved his laptop out of the way.

"I just needed to come over and find out what the beef is that Warren Meyers has with you?"

That got his attention loud and clear. He sat up resting his arms on his desk. "Sir? I'm not sure what you mean by that?"

"Oh, I think you do. Warren Meyers has been a friend of mine for several years and a great contributor to my campaign and has never asked me for one thing in return. So, when he came to me the night of the party and asked me out of the blue if your job performance maybe needed some review..." he folded his hands in his lap, "Well, it sent off alarms all over the place, especially when Danny pulled you out of the party just as you were about to give me your opinion of Warren. I put two and two together and well, here I am. Now, what is the beef that Warren has with you?" His face suddenly became concerned. "He's not being investigated for anything is he?"

"No, Sir. It's nothing like that," Steve said, sitting back in his chair again. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his cleanly shaven face not sure how to begin.

"Steve," the Governor said, tapping his watch. "I have a three o'clock downtown."

"I've been seeing his daughter and he doesn't like it," he blurted out.

"Jordan?" He shifted in his chair, "I thought she was engaged to Bradley Mallow. The night of the party he proposed," he started to say and then motioned to him. "You were there."

"Yes Sir, but she's not anymore."

He pointed at him, "Because of you?"

He hesitated, but rather than go into the whole mess he just agreed. "Yes Sir." He was getting really uncomfortable talking about he and Jordan's relationship with his boss, who just happened to also be good friends with Warren Meyers and the Governor of Hawaii, three strikes.

"Okay, so let me get this straight. You two met for the first time on that plane, am I correct in saying that?"

"Yes."

"And from that you became," he used his fingers as quotations, "close friends?"

Steve kind of danced around that question; running his hand over his mouth nervously again. "Yes."

He nodded his understanding. "She's a very beautiful woman," he commented.

Steve nodded in agreement. "Yes she is, and she was also very isolated in her life."

He began to get the clear picture but not one that Steve would have understood. "Warren can be closed minded when it comes to the women in his life."

"I don't know about other women, but I know he is with Jordan." He leaned forward again, "Can I ask what it is that Mr. Meyers really wanted from you, concerning me?"

"He hinted around that maybe I should find a replacement for you. When I told him that was out of the question, he commented on how his business had been struggling in the last year and that his contribution to my re-election campaign next year may not be as lucrative as in the past."

Steve sat back in his chair, "Jesus!" he moaned, "What the hell has this guy got against me? I don't get it!"

The Governor raised his hand with his index finger sticking up. "I do." He sighed heavily. "Let's just say it has to do with your Navy uniform, not your Police one."

"My Navy?" he said even more confused.

"I know its hard not to take it personally when its being directed at you, but it's really not your fault Steve. Just leave it at that. I can't say anymore."

You didn't question the Governor. So he didn't. If he couldn't say anymore then that conversation was over. Steve looked at him curiously. "So what did you tell him about replacing me?"

"I simply told him that I could get more votes for the work that Five-0 does than I could from him," he smiled. "That shut him up pretty quickly." He stood up. "Warren has always been a good friend, but friend or not, don't try to threaten me or my people." He stuck his hand out. "I'm glad we got that straightened out. Although I'm not so sure we did."

Steve returned the gesture. "You answered a lot of questions for me Sir."

He gave him a long look as if contemplating what he was going to say. "Between you and me, I never liked Bradley Mallow. Jordan's too good for him. I really think you could do right by her. I don't have any advice about Warren, except that he's as stubborn as…" he looked at Steve shaking his head. "you."

He chuckled over that one. "I think that might be the only thing we have in common. Thanks for coming by though." As he walked him out and they parted ways he started to get the idea that maybe Jordan was being pushed by her father in a direction that was more threatening to him than to her, especially since Warren hadn't got his way with the Governor. Jordan would be much more easy to manipulate. 'Hell,' he thought, 'he'd been manipulating her whole life.'

He reached for his cell phone, needing to see her anyway he could.


Patsy answered knowing it was Steve after Danny had texted saying that he had called for her cell number. She was glad because it saved her the same call to inquire about his number.

What Jordan had revealed to her was infuriating and she felt the need to pass on the information to him, even though she had promised Jordan she wouldn't. This was just cause to break that promise. Jordan didn't want him to have to make that decision of his job over her and even if he did she explained to Patsy, her father would always find something else. But Patsy was taking into consideration that they were perfect for each other and without him, Jordan would go back to her rock and settle underneath it for the rest of her life. Steve deserved the chance to make that choice and she was almost positive by Danny's description of him too over the last couple of days that he'd make the right one, or find a solution to keep them together.

"Hello," she answered.

"Patsy, this is Steve. Do you know how I can get a hold of Jordan? I've been trying to call her but she won't pick up and went to her house but…"

"I know where she is right now," Patsy interrupted him, smiling.

"Where?" he said eagerly. "I need to talk to her."

"I know you do. Her father threatened to have you fired from your job if she didn't break it off. She's just been heartbroken over what she had to do, but she didn't want to hurt you. So she felt like she had no choice."

He knew it, but hearing it out loud about killed him, just knowing she was in any kind of pain hurt beyond words, but knowing it was on account of him was even worse. "Where is she?"


Patsy opened the door to her condo, stepping out of the way for him to come in. "Second door down the hall to the right. I didn't tell her you were coming. I was afraid she might try to leave, and that's all we need is Jordan feeling her way down Kalakaua Avenue."

"Thanks Patsy." He went past her and down the hall. He stood in front of the door and knocked gently on it.

"Go away Patsy," Jordan cried. "I just want to be alone for a while."

The sound of her voice was heartbreaking, he knew that feeling and opened the door needing to see her and rid them both of this horrible feeling of separation. She lay on the bed gripping a hand towel with both hands, visibly crying.

"Patsy please," she sniffed.

He sat down next to her, putting his hand on her face and gliding it over her hair. "Jordan." He spoke in almost the same despairing tone as she.

She knew his touch. Her eyes followed up to the sound of his voice never hearing anything so wonderful in her entire life. She tried to sit up and reach for him at the same time, not being able to get to him quick enough. He lifted her up and in the next second she felt that warm embrace that she'd been missing so much. She didn't care about anything else at the moment except that he was there, and for the first time in days she felt good. It felt so good.

His hand stroked over her hair, but being able to hold her was bittersweet, just hearing that heart breaking sound coming from her was torture. "Please don't cry Jordan." He laid her back on the bed, lying down with her.

"You can't be here…" she shuttered, "we can't be..." she tried to explain between gasps, gripping on to the front of his shirt, telling him to leave but holding on to him so tightly that he couldn't, not that he would have in a million years.

"How could you think that I would ever choose a job over you. That I would choose anything over you." He kissed her tear stained face. "Please don't ever make the mistake again of thinking that you're not important to me. You let me handle this situation. I'm not going to lose my job, but loosing you has been like a nightmare. Don't ever do that to me again!" He gently shook her. "Do you hear me?"

She smiled up at him unable to control the tears of joy that filled her eyes. "Yes. I won't." She searched for her towel when he reached up with his shirt and wiped her face off. "I'm crying now because I'm happy," she sniffed and then laughed, "so I really can't stop."

"You big baby," he teased, kissing her on the forehead.

She put her hand on his face, "I'm sorry for not telling you."

He rolled her over on her back, looking down at her. It was like having his own slice of heaven. "I didn't know being without you could hurt so much. I don't want to feel that. It's not good."

She'd never forget the tone or the emotion that came from his voice when he spoke to her. She reached up and found his lips that spoke the sweetest words she'd ever heard. "I missed you too. I don't want to feel that again either. It was awful."

He'd never experienced the feelings that were floating around him; seeing her for the first time in a new way, yet she felt so familiar as if she had always been apart of him. It was shocking the thoughts and ideas that were circulating in his head. "Jordan, Jordan, Jordan" he sighed softly. "You have no idea what you've done to me."

She glided her fingers over the cleft on his chin, smiling at him. "Tell me."

"I think I was blind too before I met you, blind to a life that I thought I didn't need or want. But when I'm with you, all I can think about is the future, a future with you."

He gently pulled her hand down from his lips and kissed her.

She pulled him closer taking him into her arms this time, swearing to herself that she would never ever let anything or anyone come between them again.

Patsy quietly closed the door and tip toed down the hallway, grabbing her purse and keys off the counter, locking the door on her way out, assuring that they would not be disturbed. She smiled brightly texting Danny on her cell. 'Want to meet for a drink. I'm pretty sure your boss is out of the office for the rest of the day.'

By the time she made it to the elevator she heard her phone buzz. 'Abso-fricking-lutely,' was his reply.


Jordan lay with her head on his chest as he glided his fingers through her hair, getting a handful and pulling it through until the ends disappeared through his fingers, and then repeating it over and over. It was a relaxing feeling for both of them.

"I think we should just disappear," she suggested. "Pack up and move to the Big Island. I heard that people live off the grid there. With your survival skills and my…" she chuckled. "Well, I'll just walk around naked to keep you motivated."

"When do we leave?" He said feeling motivated just by the idea. He moved down so he was eye level with her. "I'd live off the grid with you." He buried his hand in her hair again only held it there this time and kissed her. "I'd live anywhere with you."

She wrapped her leg around his, feeling his naked body against her, wishing they could just stay where they were for the rest of their lives. It was perfect at the moment. "I don't want to go home. I wonder if Patsy would like a roommate?"

"I would," he said without hesitation.

"You would?" she asked, unable to control the smile that spread across her face over that suggestion, not expecting it in the least.

"Sure," he ran his hand down her smooth body and over her thigh, "I'd love to walk through the door every night and see you there. It would be a treat."

"Have you ever lived with anyone before?"

"Nope. Have you?"

She shook her head, "You know I haven't."

"Then it would be an adventure for both us. Our greatest one yet."

"What if you got sick of me?" she asked.

"Believe me, I think I'm going to be more of a pain in your ass, then you will be of mine."

"I can't believe that." She slid her hand around his waist, nestling closer to him. "I like everything about you."

"You say that now, but what about when I have a case and I can't come home for the night, or I have to leave at a moments notice because of work?" he tried to read her expression. "That could be a deal breaker for some people."

She took it into consideration, but didn't consider that a deal breaker. "For some maybe, but they don't understand that what you do isn't just a job, its how you've modeled your life, helping others. I've learned that first hand. It's what brought us together in the first place." She kissed him, hitting his lips directly without having to guess, or feel. "So no, that wouldn't be a deal breaker for me."

Her answer was not only perfect, but the heartfelt way in which it was delivered reinforced his suggestion, knowing they would get along great. He wanted her in his house more than ever now. "Is it something you want, because I do, but if it's too soon I understand."

"I already told you this separation thing is not good for me at all," she grinned, "so yes, I like that idea."

He smiled, excited over the idea of her living in his home. "I'll arrange the furniture however you want. Whatever makes it easy for you."

"Its fine," she chuckled over his enthusiasm. "I like it just the way it is."

He sat up on his elbow, looking down on her. "Starting tonight?"

She nodded, wanting this life with him that he was proposing to begin as soon as possible. "Starting tonight."