Show me what it's like

To be the last one standing

And teach me wrong from right

And I'll show you what I can be

Say it for me, say it to me

And I'll leave this life behind me

Say it if it's worth saving me

Rori and Steve stalked into the interrogation room at MDC. Sanchez was sitting behind the steel table, hands cuffed in front of him and a smirk plastered on his face.

"Director, I wondered when I would see you and your lap dog again," Sanchez greeted her.

"Mr. Sanchez, I know you were paid to run me off the road that night. I want to know who paid you," Rori said.

The Chief had looked at the video footage, which just showed Sanchez depositing the money in his account. It was of no help to them in identifying the robber. Which is really what she had expected, but she had to at least try.

"You really think I'm going to tell you? No, I'm going to exercise my right to remain silent," he said. "I don't gotta talk to the police."

"We talked about this. We aren't the police. We're Five-O. We have immunity of means and we aren't afraid to use it," she said.

"I don't know what that means," he said.

"That means that I don't have to take your rights into account," Steve said as he walked around to stand next to Sanchez. "It means that I can do whatever I deem necessary to get the information I need from you."

"The little bit you saw last night was just a preview," Rori added. She walked around to stand on the other side of Sanchez. "You already took everything from me, which makes my lap dog very protective. Then you had to go and shoot Danno, which just makes my lap dog aggressive."

"Is that supposed to scare me?" Sanchez asked.

"Well, I don't know, are you scared of a man who has successfully interrogated terrorists?" she asked. Sanchez didn't flinch. "Steven, I think you need to show him. I'm gonna step out cause I don't want to get blood on my shoes."

Rori headed for the door.

"Guard!" Sanchez shouted, his eyes wide with fear, finally. The guard opened the door and stuck his head in. "Get me away from these psychos!"

"Sorry, they have jurisdiction. Besides, Officer Denning was my friend," the guard said. He closed the door.

"So, Roberto, what's it gonna be?" Rori asked. She turned back to face him. "Am I going to walk out and let Steve do his thing or am I going to stay and get the answers to my questions?"

He seemed to consider it, glancing at Steve with weary eyes before fixing her with a determined stare.

"I take that as a no," she said. "I'll just be outside."

She stepped out and closed the door. The guard was standing next to the door and nodded to her as she stood on the other side. They heard muffled shouts of fear and pain coming from inside the room.

"So, how's the baby?" she asked nonchalantly.

"She's good, growing fast," he replied.

"Good good," she said.

A loud scream followed by a solid thud broke through the door and the guard gave her a concerned look.

"He won't hurt him… too bad," she said. Another scream broke the awkward silence that had followed her statement. The door flew open and Steve stormed out.

"He's gonna need to go to the infirmary," Steve said.

Rori peeked around Steve into the room. Sanchez was laying on the table with blood streaming from his nose. He pulled himself upright and glared at her.

"You bitch! I'll get off for this and you're gonna pay!" he shouted as the door closed.

"What'd you get?" Rori asked Steve.

"Got an ID and a location," Steve said.

"Have a good day, James," she said to the guard as she and Steve headed for the door.

"You too!" James called after them.

John met them at the hotel where they confirmed that Richard Black, the man from the robbery and Sanchez's house, was in his room.

"That's him," Rori said, pointing to the man on the security footage of Black in the lobby of the hotel. Steve was a few feet away coordinating with SWAT.

"Maybe you should wait down here," John suggested quietly so no one else could hear.

"John, I'm fine," Rori said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" she questioned, a little annoyed but she tried to remember that he was just showing he cared.

"Because you're rubbing your scar," he said. He grabbed her left hand and held it so her wrist was up, to expose the scar from when she had slit her wrist after the accident. She hadn't noticed she'd been rubbing it, but the raised tissue was bright red. He gently ran his finger over it.

"A lot was different then, John, I'm not going to try to kill myself," she said. He knew she'd tried back then out of survivor guilt and grief, two things he suffered from himself so he knew they never really went away. "I've changed since then. I'm not a coward anymore."

"You were never a coward. We'll talk more later, you're gonna need it," he said. He gave her his little smirk and nodded toward the elevator. "Let's go get this bastard."

"Thank you," she said. He was the one that knew her the best and knew her dark places very well.

"I got you," he said and walked with her over to where Steve was standing with SWAT.

"One of the keycards was just used at the laundry and another at the gym," Steve reported.

"Alright, John take out the laundry, Steve, hit the gym," she said. "I'll take the room."

They both gave her the same concerned look before nodding their acceptance of the orders.

"I'll send two of my guys with each of you," Cameron, the SWAT Commander offered. She nodded and he naturally fell into step next to her as she headed to the elevator. When it was just Cameron, Rori, and the other SWAT member Cameron turned to her. "Why did you pick the room?"

"Richard Black is a six foot, three hundred pound man who doesn't look like he's ever stepped foot in a gym. He's worth at least three point six million dollars and he declined housekeeping, which means he brought his own maid. So, if he's still in the hotel, he'll be in his room because he won't want to draw attention to himself while he plans to kill me," she said.

"If you're so sure, why did you split your team up?" he asked.

Rori didn't want to tell him that Steve and John were her moral compass. That they would stop her from doing what she planned to do. She didn't want to tell him that they knew why she'd sent them to the other locations and they didn't argue because they were considering putting a bullet between Black's eyes themselves.

"Because there's a chance I'm wrong and I can't afford to be wrong now," she said as the doors opened and they made their way to Black's room.

Cameron swiped the master key card and pushed the door open. Rori burst into the room, gun drawn. Black was sitting at the table. He slowly stood up with his arms above his head. She had hoped he'd pull a gun off the bat and give her a reason to end him.

"Richard Black, you're under arrest for armed robbery, conspiracy to commit murder, and funding a murder," Rori said. Her finger twitched on the trigger and she silently dared him to try something.

"Rorianna Rivera, what did I ever do to you to deserve a greeting like this?" he asked.

"You took everything from me," she said.

"I gave you everything. I made you who you are," he said.

He wasn't wrong. If it weren't for him she never would have gone on a rampage to find him, which caused her to get into street racing and to meet Steve and Danny. Had she never been in that accident she never would have met Hank and John wouldn't have become more than her best friend. Furthermore, she never would have been so casual with all of them which is what had led her to fall for all of them and had created her happy, crazy little ohana.

"You should thank me."

"I should put a bullet in your head," she growled.

"For what it's worth, the hit was for you and your lover, not your husband and kids," Black said.

"My lover?"

"See, I figured if your husband found out about you and the Colonel, not only would you be dead but your reputation would be ruined. You would go into the afterlife with the stain of your sin all over your soul," he said.

"Cameron, arrest this bastard before I do something I will regret," she said. She didn't have to entertain his assumptions. He was somewhat right, of course, John had been as close to a lover as she'd ever had while she was with her husband. They had spent a lot of time together outside of the store where she'd worked at the time. John had been a regular customer. How Black had known that, she wasn't sure and maybe it didn't matter.

Cameron drug Black from the room and toward the elevator. She initiated her comm mic.

"Guys," she said. "I've got him, he's in custody."

"Roger that, we'll be right up," Steve replied. She looked around the room and sighed. She never expected this to be over. She could finally move on with her life.

That night, Rori stood in her kitchen and stared at the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. She'd already had one glass and she knew she shouldn't have another, but why the hell not? She was alone with her thoughts and her whiskey and her service weapon. Her service weapon that was sitting next to her badge within arms reach. It was loaded. She didn't usually keep it on the counter, or loaded for that matter, but there was a hit out on her and it wasn't going to go away by arresting Black.

The front door opened, she thought she'd locked it. Her instincts were on high alert as she grabbed the gun and turned to lock it on the intruder. It was John.

"Whoa, maybe we should put that down," he suggested calmly.

She sat it back on the counter.

"I thought you'd be at the hospital," she said.

"Speak for yourself," he replied.

"I just needed some time to process everything," she said. "I'm a little overwhelmed."

"I bet," he said as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Cameron told me what Black said."

"That the hit was for you and I?" she asked.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," she replied. She stepped closer to him and rested her hand in the middle of his chest.

"I do," he said.

"No," Rori said firmly. She leaned in for a kiss and savored the feel of his lips against hers, the taste of him – beer mixed with a little bit of mint breath refresher – and let herself melt into him.