Lou and Steve meet at Lou's favorite hole in the wall barbecue spot. Lou would have preferred making Steve really lay out that wallet and spend some real money on dinner, but he knows Steve wants to talk and this place is the perfect eatery to talk, drink, and have comfort food.

It takes two beers and a pulled pork sandwich before Steve's ready to talk.

"She gave me an ultimatum."

"Catherine?" Lou knows the unnamed she is about Catherine or else he wouldn't be here, but just to humor Steve, he'll feign a bit of ignorance.

"Yeah. She told me to choose her, to fight for her, or she won't be in my life. She won't even be friends with me if I don't choose her. I either prove that I will love her the way she wants to be loved or I lose her forever."

Lou carefully reviews his next words in his head; he knows whatever he says is crucial.

"What do you want Steve?"

"Her."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm scared. If I try one more time and it falls through, it will kill me. Every time I think I have no more heart left, she comes and rips it out. She wants me to be vulnerable with her, but she's one of the hardest people for me to be vulnerable with, you know in words because she's the only one who can hurt me. If she had asked me to quit my job and move to Indiana, that'd be easier than what she's asking me."

"When you think of your life, are you satisfied? Can you live happily knowing she's out there without you?"

Steve isn't sure how to answer those questions. The answer is no, but his pride and his fear refuse to be truthful.

"Mhm I thought not; Steve let me tell you this, if she's the one, the best thing in your life, your queen, then you fight for her. If you know without a shadow of a doubt, she has your heart, and she's going to take care of that heart, then you gotta man up and win her back. I wasn't sure if I was ready when Renee gave me an ultimatum, but she left me for three weeks, and brotha was I miserable. I knew I never wanted to feel like that again, so I got my shit together and got her back. Samantha came right after that, and I've never looked back. It's rare in this shitty life you find the person who completes you, when you find that person, you keep them." Lou lets the weight of his words sink in. He doesn't know if this is the right move for Steve, but he knows he'll be behind him every step of the way.

"So, you're saying, just so I'm clear: choose her and fight for her? I don't want to lose what I have with Lynn and not win Catherine back; then I'll be alone."

"If you do what she's asking, you won't end up alone. And if it doesn't pan out, you're Steve McGarrett, you'll only be single for as long as you want to be single." Steve chuckles at that.

Steve whips out his phone and texts her. She doesn't text back immediately, but when she does, he almost chokes on his third beer.

SM: I want to choose you. I'm scared, but I love you.

CR: An image.

CR: Something to help you make your decision.

Catherine sends him a sexy photo she had Rachel take of her lying on her stomach in bed, in a lacy black thong and no top. Steve can make out her breasts, breasts he's longed to have in his mouth for ages. The picture is fucking beautiful, but who the fuck took the shot? He doesn't want Scott's sexy sloppy seconds. It's almost as if she can read his mind and texts him telling him Rachel is taking a sexy photo shoot for her that he might be able to look at if he's a good boy.

He wants to leave dinner and go fuck her senseless. He wants to have her begging him to stay with her. He's happy Lou's got up to use the restroom because it provides him a minute to figure out how to tease her.

SM: Did Scott like that mark on your neck?

CR: So, you did leave that on purpose. Bad boy. I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson.

CR: Maybe Lynn can watch and jot down some notes. If she needs any pointers on how to fuck the shit out of you, let me know. I know about a thousand ways off the top of my head.

SM: I like marking what's mine. Well, send me Scott's number because a chaste kiss on your neck should have you pining for me the way you did.

CR: Who says I'm yours?

SM: Do I need to remind you of your behavior in that elevator Lt. Rollins?

CR: Oh, Commander I was on my best behavior. A good girl through and through.

SM: I beg to differ.

CR: You haven't seen begging. I let you off easy. If I weren't so sweet we would have been arrested for indecent exposure, I walked away. I knew how bad you wanted me, I felt it. Remember?

Steve turns his body and looks up to the bathroom to see where Lou is and when he swivels around Lou's sitting there grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"So, this is the goofy smile Danny's always ranting about huh? McGarrett go get your girl. But break up with the other one first will ya, I know Catherine doesn't want to be a homewrecker." For the first time, he thinks earnestly about Lynn. They settle the check and Steve weighs his options.

SM: How'd your boyfriend feel about you wanting another man? Your "old friend?"

CR: He loved it as much as Lynn liked those bite marks on my neck.

Catherine's lying; she'd broken things off with Scott the night after the party. He was upset, but he understood that she needed time to figure things out. They had been casually dating for about a year, but she knew neither of them expected anything long term. It had been fun while it lasted, but it wasn't enough to settle down. She didn't want Steve to know they'd broken up though. He needed to make the decision to break up with Lynn independently of her actions.

SM: You're grumpy tonight. I can give you something better than the elevator.

CR: I am grumpy, but it's nothing my fingers can't fix.

SM: Why masturbate when I'm right here? Send me your address.

She doesn't respond, so he calls her. He has to pull his truck over when he hears her moaning. He listens patiently until he can hear as the orgasm rolls through her and that whimper sets him off. He grabs his dick and works all of his stress into the paper towels he keeps in the glove compartment. He knew he would bust quick, but damn even her sounds sped him up. When she comes to from her second climax, she's screaming his name and ordering him to get inside her. A third orgasm, she's showing off. She purrs breathily into the phone, "fuck Steve. You made me make a mess, I need to change my sheets." And then she hangs up. Steve doesn't know what the fuck just happened except that it was amazing, unexpected, and he needs her. It takes a second before he realizes there's nothing he can do; she never told him where she lived. His phone chimes.

CR: When's the last time Lynn did that?