One Thing

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A/N: Well here we go my wonderful readers! Here is our chapter 3. It's a little shorter but it's filled with super cute moments. We're going to be flashing back in this chapter, and next chapter we're going to get some fun moments with Steven. As always don't forget to review or drop a fav or like and I'll see you guys next week!

Chapter 3

Three years ago.

The girl had up and vanished. Straight up, just gone. He had no idea where she had gone. It was a small island, how did a girl, with bright red and blonde hair just up and vanish?

He had been stumped.

He kept waiting for the authorities to roll up but then never did. And none of his associates could find her.

Until he did.

In fact, the fact that he found her at all was a fluke.

He had been inventorying one of his newest shipments when he found it. This little scrap of newspaper that had been used to pack inside the grenades, a shit way to keep them from moving. Stupid Canadian hicks.

Except that little scrap of newspaper had a picture, a picture of his missing girl. A mug shot actually. From the scraps of words he managed to find the article again, or an online version of it.

Crazy girl breaks into respected psychiatrist's home.

Well it was a little bit more of an eye grabbing title but that was the gist of it. The article said that this girl claimed to be Rowan Pierce, the still born daughter of renowned psychiatrist, Rosleyn Carter nee. Pierce. But the girl wasn't related by DNA, not directly anyway, more like a distant cousin they had never heard of before.

Also, her DNA wasn't listed anywhere. And neither was there a single Rowan Pierce out there missing or a match to her.

She had given the cops this story about falling out of her reality into this one, and that she didn't know how to get home. They ran her DNA and fingerprints, nothing came up and she wouldn't give them a different name.

So essentially, she just didn't exist. They had slapped the name Jane Doe on her and then shipped her off to a mental institution.

Firstly, to the Royal Jubilee Hospital to lock her down within the Archie Courtnall Centre, but when she showed no signs of improvement, she was taken off island to the Forensic Psychiatric Hospital.

So yeah. That's why he couldn't find her.

And for some reason he was irrationally angry that she had put in there. She wasn't a criminal, though according to this they had put her in there because she had broken and entered into the house, via the key she knew was hidden.

A secret only the family knew.

Yeah, things were getting weirder and weirder with this girl.

But none of that didn't made her a hardened criminal though. She wasn't criminally insane. She was just insane.

And he needed to know what she had told the cops. And how she knew him. Of him.

Still, Wo Fat rolled up his sleeves, went all the way to Coquitlam and broke her out of there. Which was shockingly easy to do considering all of these people were supposed to have committed crimes, whilst crazy.

Then he took her back to Victoria, as that was where he was based out of, with the girl in his arms.

He had taken a brief look over of her chart, realized that he knew nothing about it, snapped some pictures to send to a doctor friend, and then let that guy decode what she was on.

He knew she was high as a kite though.

High as a kite and completely out of it. She could barely talk, could barely keep her eyes open, she was fucking catatonic. Wo Fat wasn't certain that her brand of crazy really called for that high a level of sedation, but then again her chart had a giant red BITTER circled and underlined so maybe that was part of the problem.

The plan had been simple.

Get her out, sober her up, and interrogate her on what she knew, on what she told the cops.

Then he had to carry her, and the girl nestled into his shoulder, one of her little hands gripping him tightly like he was her lifeline. And then suddenly he wouldn't or couldn't let her go.

He held onto her in some way shape or form the whole ride back, though he mostly tried to keep her tucked into him if he could.

He only let her go when it was time to put her on the cot he had made up for her and then he was disappointed that he hadn't made her something softer to put her on. But then he reminded himself that he was a merciless Crime Boss and Gun Runner and the fact that he cared about this stupid girl was ridiculous.

He had left her on a cot for the sedation drugs to wear off, but that had been hours ago. There had been no change. Why had they given her so much?

He took a chair, pulled I up to the little bed he had given her and then carefully and slowly brushed her hair out of her face. The second he did those blue eyes of hers opened again. They were still foggy but not nearly as bad as when he had found her.

She had been making noises the whole time he had held her. Noises that might have been words had she been sober enough to actually enunciate. Every time he spoke, no matter how softly, she'd make a noise, like she was responding to him. Sometimes her eyes would open and she would just look at him with that vacant look.

She never showed any signs of fear, in fact, her eyes always seemed to seek him out and when she found him she'd smile. This soft little smile, that would just curl up her lips. Like if she could see still him than she was still okay.

So, he wasn't completely surprised when he found her looking at him again.

"What did you tell the cops?" he asked her softly waiting to see if his words would register.

The girl's eyes blinked slowly. "I ain't no snitch," she said after a while and then her eyes closed again.

"What about Shelburne?"

"I can't remember anymore," she said without opening her eyes again, though her eyebrows did furrow. "Everything's gone fuzzy."

Alright, not useful. But that was probably the drugs.

"Who are you really?" he asked.

"I'm Ro," she breathed out. "No one believes I'm me."

And then the crying started. She curled in on herself and the sobs wracked her body. He was out of his chair and kneeling beside her cot, right away, softly petting that hair and shushing her. He had no idea he even had it in him to comfort someone until this girl started crying. He had never tried it before, had never wanted to, wasn't even certain he'd know what to do.

But he did.

In the morning she'd tell him her story and her full name. It would be fantastical and unbelievable, and it would take a few months but eventually he'd start believing her. But for that moment, she was just Ro, and he was just Wo, and she wouldn't stop crying even though he so desperately wanted her to because each sob was plucking some terrible harp on his heart.

"I don't want to go back there. I want to go home."

"It's okay," he whispered. "It'll be okay. I'll help you find home. You won't go back there."

She sniffed, and those blue eyes opened again, a fraction bit clearer and pinned right on him.

"What if they come to get me?"

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

Why did he say that? Why did he say that when he planned to hurt her? And why, why deep in that frozen heart of his, why did he believe it to be true?

"Promise?" she asked, her eyes drifting closed again.

This was ridiculous. That was not a promise he could keep, or would keep. Not when he planned on killing her himself not when that was the plan. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to stop petting her hair. Only because it was soft, and it was soothing her.

He didn't know what was happening to him. He didn't know why it mattered. All he knew was that he wanted to keep her safe. He wanted to keep her from crying again.

He wanted to help her find home.

So he whispered back: "I promise."

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Now

Wo Fat did his best to keep his promises to his little Ro, but it was hard to keep the I'll never let anything happen to you promise when his little Ro kept getting into shit.

Getting tricked into going to North Korea was a completely different kind of trouble than what he was used to though. It was like the kind of trouble she got into was escalating. He really couldn't handle rescuing her from much else, and this was the third arrest in two years.

He was certainly making a name for her. One that he didn't like.

His little Ro, easiest way to hurt Wo Fat.

He was waiting at the airstrip for her plane to land. Chain smoking.

She hated it when he smoked. It's bad for you, she'd say, but he was stressed and worried so he was smoking to keep himself from pacing or twitching. He didn't like it when his Ro wasn't right beside him as it was, this time she had been stolen from him, and he hadn't even known it.

She was supposed to be on vacation that was what she had told him.

It had never even occurred to him to question why the Hesse brothers went to Indonesia for a Bali spa vacation so soon after he turned down accompanying them to North Korea. He should have realized that Ro wouldn't have actually known where they were, that her stupid naive mind had just taken Anton's word as gospel.

And when had they even gotten back together?

He could have sworn the two of them weren't together. The man kept dumping her and getting back together with her, he had been lucky to be alive, he had no idea why she would continue to get back together with him. Not when all the boy ever did was make her cry.

When Hesse called him up all freaked out because McGarrett had taken Anton, Wo's nuke and worst of all Wo's little Ro, Wo's first thought was burn em all! Burn em to the ground. Then he actually had some times to think about it, two days actually, and some questions arose.

Why was his little Ro anywhere near a nuke? Girl picked up an unloaded gun and managed to misfire, and the Hesse brothers had her chilling with a nuke? Something wasn't right about that. Then he found out that Ro had never been anywhere near Bali like she thought, she had been in North Korea, and like that he basically knew what had happened. He just needed proof.

When his little Ro gave him his proof, he put three bullets in Hesse and took over the situation from there. Hesse had regrettably survived, but that was easily rectified.

And would be rectified when Wo got the chance.

The plane came out of the heavy black clouds heading for the tarmac and Wo Fat jumped to throw that cigarette away. He had reached into his glove compartment to hide the evidence, popped a mint and then sprayed himself with her favourite cologne so she'd be distracted by that and miss the scent of cigarette smoke.

By the time the plane was actually on the ground and ready to let the passenger's out, Wo Fat was minty fresh and reeking of Dior's Sauvage.

He stepped up to the airplane as the engine died and the door opened. He helped pull down the steps and then he offered a hand to the girl of the hour.

She got off those steps and then that was it, she was in his arms. Head buried in his chest, gripping him tightly.

"There's my baby girl," he whispered into her hair and from inside his chest he heard her mumble something he just wasn't certain what it was.

"I didn't hear that," he told her and her head came out from his chest and he could see the giant piece of gauze taped to her forehead.

"You've been smoking," she said and even though she had caught him he couldn't help but laugh.

"I was nervous, you know what I'm like when I'm nervous," he said.

"I was nervous I didn't smoke."

Yeah but she had been arrested. "Last I checked, the Navy doesn't hand out cigarettes to prisoners. Let alone let them chain-smoke cause they're nervous."

He pinched her chin as she smiled up at him, a term of endearment that he only used on her. And then she really looked around.

"This isn't home."

How intuitive of her. She could tell that this wasn't Spain, but she couldn't tell that she wasn't in Indonesia?

"I know, I have some business to attend to and then we can go home."

Ro looked around again and then up to him. "Where are we?" she asked him.

"Hawaii."

"Oh. Wo. No!" she cried but he was already ushering to his car.

"Don't you worry, I know what I'm doing, okay?" he said to her. She was still groaning though, usually she was a very articulate debater so that meant she was probably concussed. Head too foggy to actually argue with him. "Don't whine at me young lady. I have unfinished business with Hesse and… Shelburne."

"You gotta leave that Shelburne thing alone, it's going to get you killed."

"Ro, we've talked about this. It's important to me. Like killing the Stepanovs was important to you."

"Irina Stepanov was a cunt and she needed to go."

"Maybe where you came from, but she hadn't done anything here yet," he said before opening the car door. "It doesn't matter, we're here now. So I need you to get in the car, so I can take you to our safe house and get you rested, alright?"

He got her in the car, shut the car door and then just stood there for a second. He took a deep breath to calm himself, his girl always got him riled up with her constant arguing. She was the only one who could argue with him and live.

Sin Nombre, the man who had gone down to get her away from the Navy, the man who had a perfect kill streak, a man she lovingly called Con, stood beside him. Thankfully with his stupid rabbit mask off.

"She's concussed," he said.

"Yeah, I could tell."

"Stitches weren't needed, but she hit her head hard enough to give her a concussion."

His little Ro was always hitting her head and getting concussions. She was prone to them now. One little knock and she'd be concussed. The no stitches thing was good though.

"Also, she played up the annoyingness while taken. Apparently, she was getting out of cuffs and rooms and picking pockets…"

Yeah sounded like his little Ro, she was a talented little thief and a talented escape artist.

"Any chance they think it's her… uh…"

"Nope, no talking or chatter about her having… special abilities… they're thinking she's just very good at picking locks."

Well that was good. He nodded his head with a murmur of good, good, but Sin Nombre wasn't done.

"And McGarrett… he was all over her. Like… instant like. Couldn't keep his eyes off of her, kept looking at her, kept touching her, stuff like that. So… that might be a problem."

"Why?"

"Because we're in Hawaii. Even if we change her name and her hair again, he's going to recognize her. And if he's that interested, like he was with the Hesse Brothers, he's going to hunt that girl down."

"Again, why?"

"I unno man, people do crazy things when they're in love."

Wo glared at him. "He's not in love with her, and even if he was, he wouldn't want her. She has a spotty criminal background and she's tied to me. Besides she wouldn't betray me like that."

Sin Nombre held Wo's glare and eventually just shrugged before slinging his back into the trunk of Wo's Audi and heading for the door.

Wo Fat shook his head. McGarrett wasn't interested in his girl. Not romantically anyway. He wouldn't allow it