When Lynn and Steve go to King's Medical Center for her ten-week check-up, immediately he can sense something is off. The ultrasound technician is having a hard time hearing the baby's heartbeat and Lynn's been spotting the last couple hours. He was not in love with Lynn, sure, but he was in love with the prospect of being a father. This baby was already so loved, so wanted. He couldn't even process the words coming out of the tech's mouth, but he can hear Lynn's sobs, and he can see the anguished expression of the tech as she calls for the doctor. His mind goes blank as the doctor confirms his worst fears – there's no heartbeat.

Steve doesn't move, he doesn't react, he's sure he's not even breathing. Of all the pain he has ever felt in his eventful life: the Academy, the Navy, the deaths of Freddie and his father, Wo Fat, Doris, even Catherine, nothing – nothing has ever compared to this feeling. His child, his baby, was no longer breathing, and he hadn't even noticed. He didn't give a fuck that miscarriages were common in the first trimester; somehow this was his fault. If only he had been there for Lynn more, physically and emotionally. Had his recent health scares caused her body to go into too much stress?

His mind is running through everything, and yet it's blank. He's never felt such profound loss for anyone or anything, especially a person he's never met. But he had never created a person before. All of these feelings were new and overwhelming.

As he finally calms down enough to focus on the present, he moves over to grab Lynn in his arms. To his dismay, she swats him off and curls away from him in the ultra-sound seat. She tells him to go away, and he complies. He sits outside of the room, waiting on her. They had driven together to the doctor's, and for not the first time, Steve thought maybe he could make his situation work. Now there was nothing, he knew there was no more between the two of them; nothing left to say and certainly no more things to hold on to.

Finally, she appears and rushes out of the room. He follows, and they beeline for his truck. He can't find the words or the actions to convey how sorry he is that they are in this situation. Steve pulls up to her house, and they sit in a hostile, abrasive silence. Both are furious at the world, the natural termination of a pregnancy that was unplanned, but certainly not unwanted, was cruel and heartbreaking.

He breathes to speak, and she cuts him off. Lynn spits for him never to call her again, she never wants to see him again, she hopes he's happy because now he can run back to 'that bitch.' He screams back at her – because that is unfair and Catherine has nothing to do with their situation. Lynn reminds him that Catherine is the reason she's pregnant; if Catherine had never come back, Lynn would have never been curious about what sex with Cath was like, and they would have used protection. After they've exchanged a few more hurtful barbs back and forth, she's slamming his truck door, and he's speeding off.

Steve's so fucking mad, he's so hurt, he doesn't know what to do. He can't even speak. He drinks himself into oblivion in a seedy bar that doesn't mind overserving him as long as he keeps paying them. His phone, his gun, and his badge are all in his car because he doesn't want to talk, shoot, or arrest anyone for interfering with his alcohol bender.

He realizes he's been at the bar for over twelve hours when his waitress alerts him that it's three am and the bar's closing. He sleeps in his truck until the liquor store is open and he can buy more. He staggers into his home well into the morning, not even bothering to acknowledge Eddie before he's breaking out the good scotch and his cheap liquor store finds. He flops on the couch and drinks since he knows Junior is away for the weekend. Happy for once that he's always alone in this life, he drinks the hair of the dog to knock his hangover and get piss drunk again. He's a sailor, well versed in coping with pain through alcohol.

Dead to the world and to his heart, he surprised when he wakes up, and he sees Danny, Junior, and Lou sitting in the chairs surrounding the couch. He notices them before they notice him and he wonders what day it is and why any of them are there. Before anyone can start their shit, he's asking for them to leave, he doesn't need a fight with any of them. He's surprised and hurt that Danny is the first one to get sick of his shit and leave the room in a huff. Lou gives Junior a look, and Junior's giving the SWAT captain and the Commander a moment alone.

"Steve, bruh, what the hell is going on? You had me and Danny worried sick? Not to mention Junior!" Steve doesn't respond except to attempt to sit up more so he can take another swig of his whiskey, the good scotch has been gone. For being such a big man, Lou is surprisingly agile and swift in snatching the drink out of Steve's hand.

After a long staring contest and a few uncalled-for words, Steve's telling Lou about the miscarriage. Junior wouldn't understand, and he can't stand to see Danny who's been blessed two times over with new additions. Lou listens, and he respects how drunk Steve is at the moment; Steve's not saying much, but Lou's gathered that Lynn's miscarried and Steve has no idea how to cope with this type of loss. Lou doesn't know what to say, how to comfort Steve, but he knows 5-O's gonna help Steve through this, no matter what. Ohana is ohana.