Hi everyone! Back with a chapter. I'm a tad bit concerned with how some of us are misunderstanding Catherine's role in this story - I would like to make it very clear that she will not become a third wheel in their relationship. She will try, of course, but Steve and Makayla are stronger than that. And this chapter will make that very clear :)

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HAWAII FIVE-0 OR ANY ASSOCIATED CONTENT. I do own the character Makayla.

Makayla had come to a decision. She knew what she needed to do. She wouldn't sit around and mope - she had told herself the exact same thing during their first fight. But of course now, the situation was entirely different. Makayla decided she wouldn't overthink it. Catherine is here? Who cares. She's bound to be here, on this ship, with Steve and Makayla and the rest of the 5-0 and soldiers obviously because she's a soldier herself. So what? That doesn't change anything. Makayla had convinced herself that if anything was going to come in between her and Steve, it wasn't going to be some pushover ex of his. Not in a million years. She didn't hope it happened, but if something was going to come between them, it would be their own selves. If we're going to fall, it's our fault - not the fault of some third wheel. But Makayla hoped it would never come to that.

Catherine could flaunt herself in front of Steve all she wanted. Makayla knew Steve wouldn't respond to it. Had he called Catherine to his room after Makayla stormed out? Makayla sat there thinking.

If he was such an ass that he wanted to get back with her, he would at least be smart enough to do it in his own room - not Makayla's. But Catherine showed up at Makayla's room without knowing that 302B was Makayla's room and not Steve's.

Hmm.

She did look surprised when Makayla admonished her for pounding Makayla's door. And so did Steve. Right?

Yeah, he did. The moment happened so quick it was almost a blur, but when Makayla went back and thought about it, she did accept that Steve looked equally surprised at seeing Catherine at her door. Exactly. The tone in his voice clearly reflected surprise.

Makayla cursed herself for being so hasty again. She had done the same exact thing when Steve wrote her that note a while ago. She had jumped to conclusions and assumed things. She assumed Steve had 'called' Catherine over, when in fact he didn't even know she was at the door.

Well, of course he was going to be pissed at me. I was a bitch. Oh God. As her anger had finally dissipated, she regretted storming out on him again. She regretted being upset at him thinking that he had called Catherine over the moment she left again. Frustrated, she sighed deeply and knew that she had to fix this. Again.

The last time she tried to fix things, Steve had disappeared. But this time, neither of them were going to run. Makayla was sure that Steve realized this needed "fixing" as well.

But that didn't mean that things were going to go back to how they were. Makayla was still upset at Steve for saying the things he said. It was cruel and mean, and it broke Makayla's heart. Didn't he realize, that after Eric he was the first person she could actually trust and open up to? Eric was so different and Steve was absolutely not like him. She knew that. Didn't he realize that she knew that?

He was going to face her wrath for saying that to her. But for now, she realized an apology was pending. On her end, but on Steve's end too. But Makayla was going to be much more careful now. She couldn't go through the same emotional pain she went through with Eric. Which meant, she would not let her guard down that easily - around Steve, or not Steve.

Makayla sat in her room addressing the bag that lay in the corner where Steve had thrown it earlier. She got up from where she sat on the bed and proceeded to empty the contents of the bag, and, get ready for the evening. That's right, today was the first day on the ship but it was also the evening of the ceremony for the 5-0 team.

Makayla felt a little apprehensive at the thought. When they had found out that the ceremony was going to be a very formal one - which meant a formal dress code as well - Danny had convinced Makayla to bring out the best dress she had in her closet. I mean, he wasn't going to introduce his sister to the soldiers as anything less than better. Long story short, Makayla had packed a very sexy dress for tonight. One that fit her beautifully and perfectly, but especially (and of course) revealed her growing baby bump.

She dug through her belongings to locate the dress. She brought it up to her shoulders as it still lay on the hanger, and examined herself in the mirror that rested on the wall in the room. She turned to her right and took in the length and leanness of the dress, tracing a hand over her bump trying to guess how obvious it was going to be. She felt, a little big. At least bigger than how she felt at this point in her first pregnancy. And as she saw her reflection in the mirror, tracing the dress over her body, she knew from that moment that tonight, eyes were going to be on her. Questioning eyes.

Like Catherine? Her name popped in Makayla's head.

Oh, who gives a rat's ass.

Let Catherine stare at her all she wants. She is not getting in the way of Steve and I. Not over her dead body.

It sounded devious, but Makayla's mind pondered at the moment when Catherine found out Makayla was pregnant... - with Steve's babies. She couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she found out. Oh, she was evil. Pure evil. Makayla was pure evil. Oh well. You gotta do what you gotta do, right? Even if it meant kicking Catherine the hell out of their lives.

Makayla hung the dress in the closet and proceeded to do the same with the rest of the clothes, when she heard a soft knock on the door. Her senses immediately reacted and she looked towards the door, anticipating who it could be. Steve? Could it be Steve? Oh, God, I hope it's not Steve.

Another voice in her head spoke.

Why are you running away from him?! Stop being a coward and face him!

The second voice in her head was right. Makayla calmed herself down and walked to the door, opening it to reveal the figure.

"Hey, babe."

Makayla let out a breath as she let her brother in her room with a gesture of her hand, to which Danny responded casually.

"Are you still not done un-packing?" He observed, pointing a finger around her room. Suddenly, his eyes fell on her bed which housed crumpled bedsheets. He pointed a finger at it and turned to his sister whose attention was on un-packing the clothes again.

"Hey," he called out to her. She looked up at him in question, and then realized where his finger was pointing. Her eyes fell on the bed and her cheeks immediately turned red at the sight, her face falling back to the clothes again as if ignoring the matter.

Danny noticed his sister's reaction and a light bulb turned on in his head as he almost immediately realized what that look on her face meant.

"You guys are animals. You can't keep your hands off one another for 5 seconds. I leave you alone and you ravish each other," he said with a protective-brotherly tone.

Makayla couldn't help but smirk and almost giggle at her brother's admonishment.

"Don't giggle," he ordered, standing in front of her now. Her giggling stopped, but a small smirk still remained on her face. He crossed his arms standing above his sister, and observed her movements.

"You can't continue doing the merry go round like this without sorting out what's between you two," he told her matter-of-factly. Makayla looked up at her brother confused.

"Merry go round?" She couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Is that what they call hooking up these days?"

"I do not think it is appropriate to use such vulgar language when it comes to my sister's sex life," he said again. He continued staring at Makayla who was still smiling at his comment.

"Did you tell him?" His voice was lower. He observed his sister's movements as the smile slowly disappeared and her hands stopped shuffling her clothes. He waited for her to respond and he saw her fidgeting with her hands.

"I told him," she softly said. Danny waited for her to continue. She breathed deeply before slowly standing up and looking her brother in the eye.

"I told him. We got into a fight." Her voice was blunt and emotionless.

Danny stared in question at her sister with his arms crossed at his chest.

"I'm sorry, I think I didn't hear that right. You got into a fight," he stated, emphasizing the last word, waiting for a confirmation from his sister. When she didn't nod her head or say anything, and he realized the guilty yet hurt look on her face, he realized she was telling him the truth. He chuckled sarcastically and shuffled his feet in his position.

"You, you got into a fight," he angrily repeated before turning and heading towards the door. Makayla quickly realized what was about to go down and stepped in her brother's path, stopping him from leaving her room.

"Danny, stop," she told him, directly looking him in his eyes.

"Really, Makayla?! This is insane! The guy's an asshole!" He screamed, trying to make his sister see reason. Makayla put her hands on her brother's chest getting him to calm down as he haphazardly ran his hand through his hear swearing incessantly.

"Danno, you have got to let me do this by myself," she told him. He stared into her eyes and she could clearly see how pissed he was.

"Please," she continued. He stared at her for a second again before sighing and giving in to his sister. She leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered. She knew how much Danny cared for her, but she also knew how important it was to sort this out on her own.

"If he hurts you, Makayla, I will forget that he was ever my partner."

Makayla saw the determination in his look before he stepped around her and left her room.

Steve, you are so dead meat.

Makayla made her way downstairs for the ceremony just after 8 that evening. She accompanied Danny and once down, they both searched out Chin and Kono and walked over to where they stood having a conversation. Makayla quickly surveyed the room to find the person her eyes searched for, but he was nowhere to be seen. A little disappointed, she took a sip of her water and continued in on the conversation they were having.

It was only a few minutes into the conversation that Makayla surveyed the room again, and saw Steve as he was making his way across the center of the room towards where she stood with Danny, Chin and Kono. God, he looked sexy. A black button-down tuxedo which crisply displayed his masculine features, made Makayla almost go numb. She felt the anxiety flood, and she excused herself to the bathroom before Steve made it to where they stood.

"I'll be right back," she said, shoving her glass in Danny's hand before turning on her heels and briskly walking away towards the women's bathroom.

The door swung open and she walked over to the sink, resting her palms on either side before exhaling, grabbing a glance of herself in the mirror. She stood there staring at her reflection for a few seconds, before she heard a flush and saw a familiar figure exit the stall behind her. Makayla's anxiety immediately turned into anger as the woman made her way beside her and began washing her hands in the sink beside Makayla's.

She scoffed, and a smirk appeared on her face as she looked at Makayla through the mirror.

The woman scoffed. Oh, the nerve.

Makayla swung her head in her direction in annoyance, letting out a small sarcastic chuckle before blinking her eyes hard at the woman.

"You have some nerve, don't you," Makayla told the woman. The woman, Catherine, feigned innocence as she proceeded to dry her hands.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Catherine innocently said.

Makayla jerked her head back as another sarcastic chuckle hit her, she put her hand in the air indicating this was enough.

"Okay, you know what. I'm not even going to bother. I shouldn't waste my breath on you anyways," Makayla said before stepping around Catherine and exiting the washroom. She had only made it two steps into the main lobby when she heard her voice behind her again.

"You're not his type," Catherine spat behind Makayla's back. Makayla turned around to see her face which wore a determinedly jealous look.

"No," Makayla said pointing a finger at her, "skanky is not his type."

Yeah. She knew she hit her just on the right spot.

Catherine's mouth resembled an O as her fists balled and her expression grew angrier. Before Makayla knew it, Catherine lunged towards Makayla and grabbed her hair, pulling her down causing Makayla to fall to her knees in shock.

She took her completely by surprise and Makayla gasped as she fell to her knees, one hand grabbing Catherine's hand trying to free it from her hair, the other hand instinctively clutching her lower abdomen.

She thought she didn't feel it, but she did. The sudden movement from standing position to on her knees caused a slight flutter in her belly, and Makayla prayed that it wasn't what she thought it was.

Within moments, a crowd had gathered around the cat fight and the 5-0 pushed their way through the crowd, only to see Catherine violently grabbing Makayla's hair, both women on the ground.

"Hey!" Danny screamed, racing to his sister's side, trying to free Catherine from Makayla. Steve followed step and worked at pulling Catherine apart from Makayla.

Within seconds, the two women were free from each others' grasps with the men holding them by their shoulders. Makayla's hand still clutched her lower abdomen protectively.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Steve screamed at Catherine.

Catherine looked taken aback as she caught her breath and found Steve's concern towards Makayla shocking.

"You okay?" Danny asked concerned, his hand traveling to where Makayla's laid. Makayla breathed heavily and slowly nodded.

Catherine looked at Steve ridiculously before turning on her heels and stomping away. Steve let out a hand towards her but she ignored it and walked away, but his gesture did not go unnoticed by Makayla.

Makayla, who was being held by Danny felt her tears coming forth as Steve turned away from the direction Catherine went in and they made eye contact.

His eyes were apologetic.

Her eyes were in pain.

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but Makayla freed herself from her brother's protective embrace and stomped away, leaving a bewildered crowd, including Danny and Steve. Their eyes traveled her path before Danny turned towards Steve again, breathing heavily in anger.

"Go fix this," Danny ordered. His voice was stern and demanding. Steve slightly nodded before running off in Makayla's direction again.

Makayla stormed to her room with Steve following behind her. She heard the slam of a door as Steve walked in, and frustratingly stood facing the window as Steve stepped inside behind her and remained standing by the door.

"God... This woman...!" Makayla groaned frustratingly throwing her hands in the air. Steve stood in his spot beside the door with his hands on his hips, witnessing her angry spell. Makayla turned around and her eyes met Steve's eyes as Steve clearly saw that she was trying to hold the tears back.

"I want her out of my life, Steve. She is not coming between us," she told him, trying to hold back the tears.

"I'm sorry, Makayla..." Steve started.

"That bitch!" Makayla screamed, throwing her hands in the air again. Steve's eyebrows scrunched in disapproval and he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Come'on Makayla, you don't have be to be vicious," his tone strong and demanding. Makayla let out a sarcastic chuckle at his words and shook her head at Steve.

"Why are you defending her, Steve?!" She screamed.

"I am not defending her Makayla!" He yelled back. "God, Makayla, when are you ever going to believe what I say to you?" His voice clear with frustration.

Makayla stared at him silently as her sarcastic expression now turned serious.

"The day you stop hurting me, Steve," she told him bitterly. She slowly exhaled and heard him sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I'm sorry, Makayla... For everything." He looked up into her eyes trying to tell her how sincere he was.

"I know, I've screwed up, and I know, a mere apology isn't going to fix anything, but I swear on our children Makayla," his eyes wearing a soft expression, "I will make this work. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to be here with you all the way."

Makayla fought the tears as she heard Steve spill his heart out to her. She wanted to believe him so bad, an inkling of her heart actually believed the words coming out of his mouth. But somewhere in her heart she held a fear that he would walk away from her again, like he walked away two months ago to hunt Wo Fat down. And she couldn't handle the heartbreak when she found out he had left again for some crazy mission.

"I want to believe you, Steve," she choked, "but I can't."

Steve stared at her disappointed, unable to comprehend what she was trying to tell him.

"I wanna believe that you're going to stay, that you're going to be by my side always..." the tears falling, her voice breaking between her sobs, "But I can't help the feeling that I get everyday I wake up, not knowing whether you're going to leave me for some crazy mission again," her voice a whisper.

"I promise you, Makayla," he pleaded, "I will never leave you," he said in a determined voice.

Makayla stood staring at him as her tears fell, pursing her lips and closing her eyes, shaking her head knowing the fact that no matter how much her heart told her to trust him, a part of her refused to believe it. She took a deep breath and met his eyes again.

"I can't do this, Steve," she said before briskly walking towards him headed towards the door. But before she could make it past him, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her in her tracks.

"Let me go Steve," she sharply said, refusing to make eye contact. Steve didn't let go of her wrist, nor did he loosen his grip on it. When she realized that he wasn't responding, she turned her head towards him apprehensively trying to free his grip with her free hand.

"Steve, let go," she pleaded, trying to pry her wrist from his hand. And then the next moment was a complete... blur.

Instead of letting her go, Steve roughly grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall, her face mere inches away from him. She could see the build up in his eyes. It was a cloud of mixed emotions, and it conveyed anger, frustration and... lust.

For the first time in her life, Makayla felt scared of Steve.

Scared, that Steve would hurt her.

She stared into those green orbs and saw how strong his emotions were. Waves of anger and lust vibrated off of him and did not go by Makayla unnoticed.

Just when she thought he was about to say something, he spun her around pinning her towards the wall with her back towards him.

She felt... vulnerable.

She felt weak.

Makayla felt his free hand slowly slide down her waist to the front of her abdomen, as his other hand loosened the grip on her wrist a little bit.

"Tell me you don't feel this, Kay," he hoarsely said, his lips moving to below her ear to place passionate kisses on the back of her neck.

Makayla shut her eyes as a tear escaped her lid, her mind refusing to believe this was happening. Love with Steve was not like this. Yes, it was passionate, but it was always gentle and pleasurable. This... This was raw, animalistic pleasure.

"Steve," Makayla almost pleaded in a choked voice.

"I need you, Makayla," he breathed against her neck, his fingers doing things to her making her gasp again, leaning her head against the wall with her eyes solidly shut.

"I've ached for you the months we've been apart," his voice hoarse in between breaths, "tell me you didn't ache for me," he continued.

Makayla gasped again as shoved himself against her, her hand traveling above her head to the wall to steady herself against it.

"Steve," she pleaded again, this time her voice coming out as a mere whisper.

Yes, she did ache for him. She ached for him the months they were separated. But she didn't deserve to be treated like this. Her mind immediately fell to the two lives dwelling inside of her as a sense of worry overcame her mind. She was supposed to be treated with gently.

Before she knew it, he was making wild, vicious love to her against the wall. He took her by surprise and she let out an audible gasp, her eyes shot wide open as she steadied herself against the wall.

She closed her eyes feeling the tears falling down her face, unable to register what has happening to her. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to be like this.

She felt his breathing getting quicker until finally he breathed deeply. They both stood in that position for a few seconds, out of breath, before it hit Steve what he had done. He felt her shoulders shake as she sobbed with her face away from him and gently turned her around to meet her eyes. She turned her face away from him with her eyes closed, but he could see the tears falling from them incessantly. Her face reflected a multitude of emotions.

Horror.

Fear.

Pain.

He took a sharp intake of breath as a wave of guilt pierced his gut like a knife, realizing what he had just done.

He had hurt her, for the sole purpose of his pleasure.

He was rough and merciless.

He didn't even think twice about how she wanted this.

"Makayla," he softly spoke, both his hands cupping her face. She didn't resist his touch, but she didn't stop crying either. Her sobs only got worse and she refused to open her eyes and meet his.

"I'm sorry baby," he choked, resting his forehead to hers as he felt a tear escape his eye.

What had he done?! This wasn't the Steve McGarrett he was. Steve McGarrett knew how to control himself, how could he have hurt her like this?!

She continued to shake in his hands and he tried to steady her, calm her down. But her sobs were not going to stop and he was feeling guiltier by the minute at seeing her like this. He did this to her. It pierced his gut to see her break down like this without being to able to do anything to help her calm down.

"Baby," he cried again, hoping to get a response from her.

But to his dismay and utter shock, she calmed down in his arms, only for him to feel her collapsing and sliding down the wall in unconsciousness.

"Makayla!"

Cliffhanger. I know it's a little rough.