I think I've already lost you
I think you're already gone
I think I'm finally scared now
You think I'm weak, I think you're wrong
I think you're already leaving
Feels like your hand is on the door
I thought this place was an empire
Now I'm relaxed, I can't be sure

Rori sat at her desk, fresh coffee in hand, and checked the case notes the guys had left her. It had been almost three weeks since they'd lost the baby and she still wasn't anywhere near ready, physically, to be back at work. The guys had banned her from working on the car, opting to finish the engine rebuild themselves. But, she had to do something because she was going crazy and she was half a day away from strangling a husband, or two, especially if they kept arguing.

She picked up the file on Mandy's case. She'd asked the guys to continue working it even though the FBI had taken it. Steve had scribbled a few notes, but each had ended the same – dead end, no lead, bupkis. She hated the timing of all their personal stuff. She felt that their focus had been split. She was probably right.

Her cell phone rang and pulled her from her thoughts. The caller ID said it was Danny calling. It was like Russian Roulette. Either it would be a nice, good morning call from her husband, or he and Steve would still be fighting and she'd be pulled into the middle again. She hadn't really considered how they would handle disagreements within the family. Every relationship had them. Theirs was no different. She sighed and accepted the call.

"Danno, what's up, babe?" she asked.

"Morning, you seen Steve today?" he asked.

"Nope, last I saw him was when you two were fighting last night," Rori said. It had been a blow-out fight. Grace had called with exciting news: Will had proposed. Unfortunately, he hadn't asked Danny's permission. Steve had commented something about it being a modern world and Danny had lost it. Rori had excused herself about an hour into the argument, when they tried to get her to mediate, and slept at the office.

"He's not answering his phone," Danny said.

"Maybe he needs to cool down. Sounds like you do too," she said.

"Now you're siding with the meat-headed putts?" Danny asked.

The front bell rang. Rori glanced at the security monitor and saw a couple women standing in the outer lobby. She headed toward the door.

"Danny, I happen to think that Will should have asked you, okay, but Steve has a point. We're intimidating," Rori said. "The poor kid is about to marry a girl who has two moms and four dads. Give him a break. Tell him how disappointed you are that he didn't ask your permission, that you deserve to have that respect. Tell him he will have to earn that respect back. Be happy for them and move on."

"Rori, if he can't even ask for permission to marry her, how can I expect him to take care of her?" Danny asked.

"Daniel, you raised her right. She's tough. She doesn't need him to take care of her. All she needs from him is support. I think he'll give it to her, he's a good kid," she said as she reached the door. "You're going to push them away. You don't want to do that."

He sighed. "No, I don't."

"Now, I have company at the office. Get your ass moving and get to work," she said.

"Could you just try to call Steve?" Danny asked.

"I will call him when I get done with the ladies that just walked into the office," she promised. "See you in a bit, Danno." She ended the call before he could argue more. Rori pulled the door open and plastered on, what she hoped, was a friendly smile. "Good morning, what can I help you with?"

One of the women was taller than Rori with tanned skin and shoulder length, light brown hair. There was something eerily familiar about her. The other woman was shorter than Rori, but just barely, and had long black hair. Neither of them looked like they were having a good morning.

"I need to speak to Steve McGarrett," the taller woman said.

"I have him in the field at the moment," Rori said. There was something about the way the women were looking Rori up and down that made her nervous.

"YOU have him in the field?" the shorter of the two asked.

"As in, you're his boss?" the taller one asked.

"Director Rorianna Rivera, Five-O task force," Rori introduced herself. "McGarrett is one of my agents."

"One of your agents? I thought this was his team?" the taller one asked.

"He's my second in command," Rori said. There was something about these woman that she couldn't quite put her finger on. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names?"

"Doris McGarrett, Steve's mom," the taller woman said. "This is Catherine Rowlins."

Rori just stared for a second. Doris hadn't been around. Steve and Danny didn't talk about her much either. Like, none at all, so this was a shock. Rori had assumed she was dead. Catherine, on the other hand, had been mentioned a time or two. Suddenly, Rori wanted to slam the door and go back to the not awkward security of her office.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, let me see if I can get ahold of Steve for you. I actually haven't seen him since last night," Rori said instead of running to hide. "Please, come wait in my office." She lead the women to her office and sat behind her desk as she pulled out her phone. She dialed Steve's number, which went straight to voicemail. "No answer," she said. The room was awkwardly silent and she jumped when her phone rang. It was Jennifer. "I have to take this," Rori said as she accepted the call. "Rivera," she said.

"Rorianna, John said you're going back to work today, but I don't remember releasing you to do so," Jennifer said.

"I'm going back to desk duty, Hank is on hand and the guys are handling all the field work," Rori said. "Right now isn't really a good time to discuss this."

"Just be careful, Rori. You had major surgery less than a month ago," Jennifer said. Dear lord, Rori could have guessed the term 'major surgery' would come out of her mouth at least once during the conversation.

"I know, Jennifer, I gotta go," she said as she saw John pass by her office door. She ended the call and sprang to her feet. "Sheppard," she called as she reached the door and stepped into the hall with him. "Have you heard from McGarrett today?"

"Not since he was yelling at Danny about the kids," John replied. He was, clearly, still upset too. When she'd left, he'd been siding with Danny. "Did you know he was meeting a chick at the diner in the middle of the night? The waitress said she saw Steve there with some Asian chick, I thought he was more loyal than that."

"John," Rori scolded with a finger over her lips to shush him.

"What? He took a vow, just like the rest of us," he said.

"Steve's mother and ex-girlfriend are in my office," she said.

"Seriously?" he asked. "I didn't even know she was alive."

"I know, right?" Rori replied. She led the way back to her office where Doris was inspecting the photo from their wedding that Rori had on the wall. "Mrs. McGarrett."

"That's you, isn't it?" Doris asked. She pointed at the photo. That particular photo had Steve next to her with Danny, John, and Hank on the other side of him. "Mrs. McGarrett, that is."

"Well, this is awkward," John said after a moment of silence where Rori just stared at Doris, unsure of what to say or if Steve would want her to know. Damn him for being MIA.

"Steve married… you?" Catherine asked, looking Rori up and down again.

"Something like that," Rori replied.

"You're his wife, you haven't seen him since last night, his phone goes to voicemail, and that doesn't worry you?" Catherine asked.

"It's starting to," Rori said.

"It should, a very dangerous woman is looking for him with intentions of getting revenge for her brother's death," Doris said.

"Somebody is trying to kill Steve?!" Rori asked. Seriously, they needed to catch a break.

"You should have lead with that," John growled.

"Ping his cell and pull GPS on the truck," Rori told John as she pulled her phone out again. "What does this woman look like?"

Doris showed them a picture on her cell phone.

"That's the woman he met at the diner," John said. Rori gave him a questioning look, to which he shrugged, unashamed. "I may have had the waitress show me the surveillance tape. He did not look distressed at all and left willingly with her."

"Who is she?" Rori said.

"Ming Fat, his half-sister," Doris said.

"He never told me about a half-sister," Rori said. John shook his head in response to her questioning look. He headed to the main office to carry out her previous order.

"He didn't know about her," Catherine said.

Rori sighed and tried his phone again. Voicemail. Again. She dialed Danny's number.

"Hey babe," Danny said. "I'm pulling in now."

"Danny, Doris McGarrett and Catherine Rowlins are here. They have reason to believe a woman named Ming Fat is targeting Steve," Rori said.

"Wait, Ming Fat, related to Wo Fat?" Danny asked.

"Wo Fat?" Rori asked.

"Her other half-brother," Doris said.

"Steve killed him years ago," Danny said.

"Okay, Danny, we think Ming Fat may already have him," she said. "The waitress at the diner saw them together."

The call ended as the elevator to the parking garage dinged and Danny stormed into Rori's office. "Why didn't we know Wo Fat had a sister?!" Danny demanded, getting up in Doris' face.

"It's good to see you, too, Danny," Doris said.

"Answer my question!" Danny said.

"I kept her hidden away," Doris said. "She's my daughter."

"I knew you had an affair with him!" Danny shouted. He slammed Doris against the wall and the picture of their wedding fell to the floor, the glass shattering into pieces. "If I lose Steve because of your fucking secrets! I swear, I will kill you!"

"Danno!" Rori said firmly, pulling at his arm and making him release their mother-in-law. "Step out."

"And you!" Danny ignored Rori and turned his attention to Catherine. "How long have you known about this?" Catherine didn't reply, she just stared at him with a look that said it all. She must have known for quite some time. "Steve loved you. He was ready to marry you!"

"Rori!" John called from the main office where they had their command center. "The truck and Steve's phone are both here!" He stuck his head in the office. "GPS is right here in the garage and his code was entered at twenty-three-thirty, after he was at the diner."

"You two get comfortable," Rori said to the other women. "Danno, let's go check it out."

They headed to the garage together and John joined them. Steve's truck wasn't in its normal spot, instead, it was parked toward the back. She wondered, briefly, why he hadn't come into the office. He had to of seen her car parked by the elevator. Had to of known she was there.

They approached the truck, guns drawn, and found it was empty save for Steve's gun, badge, and phone in the driver's seat.

"Damnit!" Rori cursed as she holstered her own gun. "They've got a nine hour lead on us, which means they could, literally, be anywhere." Her heart was racing. The video cameras in the garage had been out for a week and weren't scheduled to be fixed till next week. Perfect timing, some would say. This had to stop, the whole all-of-them-always-in-danger thing. She glanced around the garage. Something was off… something… "The RX8 is missing!" she exclaimed. "I drove it last week after we finished the rebuild and Henry made me ride back with Danny because the whole heavy machinery thing."

"Let's track the GPS," Danny said. He was nervous, desperate.

"We're gonna find him, Danny," John said.

"You bet your ass we will," Rori said. The guys headed off at a fast clip toward the elevator and she almost had to jog to keep up. She ignored the pain that tugged at her abdomen as she stepped onto the elevator with them. She rested her hand on her stomach as they rode up and both guys noticed, but didn't say anything. Doris and Catherine both met them as they came off the elevator.

"Please, don't tell me he's dead," Doris said.

"My gun would be in your face if he was," Danny said. His hand rested on the grip of his gun and he kept one eye on her while John typed away at the keys on one of the computers in the main office. He brought up Rori's old tracking system she used for her racing cars back in the day. He selected the RX8. It was at the hanger.

"Pull up the security system," she said. She kept the hanger secure with a state of the art system. Call it an obsession, but that was where she kept her racing cars and that was where she kept her memories. So, it was outfitted with security cameras and the best locking alarm system she could build. John was already on it. There was no security feed from the cameras. "Damnit!" It was more than just Steve missing. The hanger was her safe place, her secure location, and it had been compromised.

"Not so fast," John said. He knew where her mind was spiraling. "The hanger was only open for thirty seconds. Not long enough to take another car out." He pulled a security report for the past twenty-four hours that logged every time the doors were opened and closed. "None of the doors were opened after that."

"That means they're still inside," Danny said.

"Danny, do we trust Doris and Catherine?" Rori asked.

"About as far as you can throw them," he replied.

"We're right here," Doris said. "Look, I can talk her down if needed. She's my daughter after all."

"Okay," Rori said, staring into Danny's eyes and considering what he had said for a second. "Catherine, go with Danny. Doris, you're with me and John."

"John and I," Doris corrected. Rori shot her a piercing glare.

"Seriously? Right now? You tell us your bastard daughter is trying to kill Steve because of your dirty secrets and you're worried about grammar?" Danny asked. "Come on, Cathe." He headed for the elevator with Catherine close behind.

"After you," Rori motioned that Doris should follow Danny. Doris hesitated for a second, picking up that they were treating her more like a detainee than a mother-in-law. John and Rori were close behind.

"Rori," John leaned over and whispered in her ear. "You should stay back."

Rori didn't say anything, just glared at him with a warning glare and continued to the elevator. The small box was pretty cramped with all of them on it, which was nothing new because there were no more people than when Steve and Hank were with them, but Danny tensed up anyway. Rori could tell he was having a claustrophobic moment but John beat her to comforting him with a quick squeeze of his hand. A small gesture of affection that Doris didn't miss.

"This is my fault," Danny said.

"How so?" John asked. Danny glanced at Doris and Catherine before making a quick eye contact with both Rori and John. "Danny?" John questioned.

"In the fight last night I told him it was his fault we lost the baby," Danny said. "I told him he didn't have a right to an opinion about the kids because he had robbed us of our baby."

"Steve knows you didn't mean that," Rori said. "We lost the baby because it wasn't meant to be, babe." She sounded like she had come to terms with it, which couldn't be farther from the truth. "We're not even sure there's anything wrong. For all we know, they could just be catching up."

"Steve didn't seem like he was in distress on the security footage at the diner," John said. "He's going to be okay."

"Wait, who's baby?" Catherine asked.

"Ours," John, Rori, and Danny said in unison.

"I'm confused," Doris said. She turned to Rori. "I thought you are my son's wife."

"I am," Rori replied as the elevator finally stopped. Rori didn't say anything as she headed for the Mustang. "Danno, call Hank, update him and see if he can meet us at the hanger."

"Got it," Danny replied.

John opened the door for Doris and let her climb in the back. Rori got behind the wheel and started the engine as John buckled in. They had learned not to argue about her driving anymore. It was one thing that she felt like she could actually do without endangering her recovery.

"Who's Hank?" Doris asked.

"Our doctor," Rori replied. She pulled out of the parking garage in front of Danny in his Camaro.

"You want me to take the lead when we get there?" John asked, ignoring Doris.

"I got it," Rori replied.

"Rori, again, you should stay in the car," John argued.

"Damnit, John! I'm fine!" she snapped. She didn't feel fine, but Steve needed her. She couldn't not be there.

"It's just that I checked with Jennifer and she said that –"

"John, don't push it or you'll be sitting in the car," Rori warned.

"Why can't you just sit one out, Rorianna?" John asked, he was annoyed and protective, which just annoyed her.

"Sheppard!" she used his last name coldly. She merged onto the freeway to head across town to the hanger.

"Rivera!" he matched her tone. "You are surrounded by very capable, trained officers. We would do anything for you, you know that, let us handle this."

Rori slammed the accelerator down and watched the speedometer rise. She was pretty satisfied when it reached 200 and she was weaving through traffic. Doris was holding a tight grip on the back of John's seat with a bit of fear in her eyes, which was also satisfying to Rori.

"John, I couldn't control rather or not we lost our baby. It was the worst feeling in my life! I never want to feel that again. I'm in control of this. Five-O is the only thing I'm sure is okay right now," she said.

"We're okay, the five of us, we're okay," John said. He didn't sound like he believed it any more than she did. They were out of tune. She never would have had to tell him why she wouldn't stay in the car. Danny and Steve were fighting. Hank was taking extra shifts at the hospital. Nothing was right about them. "I got your six."

"Thank you, John," she said. She knew as well as they did that she was ready for active duty and she was probably a liability in the field, but she needed to make something right. John put his hand over hers where it rested on the shifter, a small but meaningful gesture that, once again, Doris didn't miss. Rori caught the look in her eyes through the rear-view mirror and she hoped to whatever god was listening that Steve was prepared to tell his mother about them.