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A/N: Guys! I'm just so excited to get on to the next set of chapters that I'm posting this at 1am my time. So this is it. Your Bonus chapter! We get to see Catherine's reaction to finding Steve and Rowan asleep on the bathroom floor! After this we're moving onto the next episode, Catherine gets a little more disgruntled, and things are gonna get a little more... fantastical. I'm super excited for you guys to meet new characters and discover new abilities. Also, has anyone noticed the new cover? I LOVE IT! Anyways, don't forget to leave a review, I love hearing from you guys. And as always, see you next Friday!

*This story takes place after chapter 10, if you need a recap read chapter 10*

Chapter 16: Bonus #2

Catherine had returned to the McGarrett house the following morning after the incident with Mangosta to check on the situation. To make sure Doris was alright. To make sure that Rowan hadn't spilled the beans. To make sure that Steve still liked her.

Doris answered the door. Ushered her in. And then told her that Steve wasn't up yet. She went to make them all a round of coffee for when they eventually did wake up and Catherine was left in the front of the house.

The house felt different. Like it was holding secrets. Or maybe she just felt that way because she was carrying around secrets. Secrets she didn't want to keep but felt like she had no choice but to keep. Maybe it was because Steve had never been a late riser, unless something prevented him from waking early for his swim. Like an injury, being hung over or being sick. He had looked fine yesterday. And his arrest hadn't been too strenuous just a little exciting. So, what could be keeping him asleep?

Doris came out with a mug of coffee and Catherine tried to smile at her. "Steve didn't call last night, so I'm assuming he bought the cover story?" she asked her.

"Hook, line and sinker," Doris replied with a giant grin. "Though once he realized Rowan was injured that was really all he cared about."

Those words were like a stab to the stomach. Catherine tried to ignore the heat of the anger rising up from her belly. A jealous burn that she had been trying to ignore, which had been hard as more and more kindling was added to it. She had to remind herself that Rowan had actually been badly injured.

"Her head wasn't that bad was it?" Catherine asked because it couldn't have really been that bad, just a small scrape and a bit of a bump to the head.

"Well, Alex said she didn't need stitches, but he was pretty sure she had a concussion. She had already taken pain meds before he got there so he wasn't sure if she was just high or if it was something else," Doris replied taking a sip of her own coffee.

Catherine held her mug carefully in her hands, trying to will the heat of the mug to move up her arms and into the rest of her body. She suddenly felt chilled. She wanted to believe that Rowan wasn't faking it but she wasn't so sure. Catherine had a feeling that Rowan's symptoms weren't as bad as she was letting on.

Doris clocked Catherine staring at her watch and smiled at her. "You have to understand, it was a late night for all of us. Steve's alarm going off every hour, waking Rowan up to make sure she was okay. It's no surprise they're still asleep," she told her.

Catherine nodded as if this all made sense. Logically it did, but for some reason she felt like Doris had just told her that Steve and Rowan had spent the night together or something. And to a degree they did, as Steve had been forced to get up on the hour ever hour to wake her up to check on her. The jealousy she felt sliding about in her stomach like a hot worm was uncalled for. It's not like Steve had a choice.

"I suppose she'll have to go to the hospital again," Catherine murmured.

"It'll depend on how she's feeling today," Doris said. "Well, I better get breakfast on for them. Feel free to sit for a bit, I'm sure they'll be down soon."

But Catherine didn't want to wait for them. As soon as Doris disappeared into the kitchen, Catherine put her mug of coffee down and snuck up the stairs. She checked Steve's room first but he wasn't there. Dread filled her veins immediately. She went to Rowan's room, trepidation beating a drum on her heart and pushed the door open.

Neither of them was in Rowan's room either. Had they gone to the hospital already? Without Doris noticing? Not likely.

But Steve's truck was in the driveway, had he taken his father's classic? Probably not as the thing barely ran. So, where the hell had they gone?

Catherine was on her way back downstairs to ask Doris that herself, when she noticed something about Rowan's room. Her comforter was missing. As was one of her pillows. She went back into Steve's room and saw that his bed, while his bed never had a comforter, was missing all of his pillows and the one sheet he had. It was then she noticed the half-closed door of the washroom and the flash of pastel blue on the otherwise white tiles.

She pushed it open, more curious than anything else and was shocked by what she found inside.

Steve was on the floor with Rowan beside him. They had all their pillows on the floor with them, they were lying on top of her pastel blue comforter and they were both tangled up in his single white sheet. But it wasn't the fact that Catherine had found them asleep on the bathroom floor like a pair of weirdos that had her in a state of injured shock. It was how they were arranged.

Steve had his nose in her hair, his chest against her back, an arm possessively wrapped around her waist, and his other arm under his head. He never fell asleep holding Catherine before. Not that they didn't cuddle, they just didn't stay that way. It was Hawaii, he'd tell her, it was too hot to cuddle, and besides he rolled around in his sleep. So many different excuses and she had never worried about it before. But seeing Rowan and Steve like this she suddenly wondered if she needed to worry.

She was startled by the sound of his phone's version of Reveille, Steve's alarm. He groaned, the arm under his head moved, grabbing the phone to turn off the alarm. Rowan groaned too burying her head under the sheet to get away from the noise. With the alarm turned off, Steve's head flopped back to his pillows and his arms tightened around Rowan dragging her out from under the sheet and even closer to him until his nose was back in her hair.

"Wake up," he grumbled into her hair. Which just made Rowan groan loudly. "Are you awake?"

Rowan half rolled, her hand came up and smacked Steve in the face causing him to yelp lightly, more like grunt. "Where's the snooze button?" she grumbled.

"Stop it," Steve mumbled against her hand that was now rubbing against his face trying to shut him up.

"Oh my god let me sleep," Rowan mumbled rolling onto her front and putting her face in her pillow.

"No, if I have to be awake you have to be awake," Steve muttered sliding closer to her so his face was in her neck.

Rowan reached out with one arm and wrapped it over his chest. "Shhhh, go back to sleep," she whispered to him.

Steve grumbled against her neck, his voice so low that Catherine nearly missed him whisper: "Okay. Goodnight."

"Turn off the alarm first," Rowan ordered which made Steve groan even louder.

"Next time," he growled.

"How about I do it?" Catherine offered them.

"Thanks Cath," Steve said taking a hold of his phone and handing it over to her. Catherine had to lean over to grab it and once his hand was free he put it back around Rowan's waist.

"You're the best," he mumbled sleepily.

Catherine just stared at him waiting for it to sink it. Waiting for Steve to notice. Except he didn't. He snuggled up against Rowan's side once more and his breathing leveled out. He fell back to sleep. Well, well, didn't he look cozy with the girl he said he wasn't interested in romantically?

Catherine was livid. Furious. This was absolutely fucking ridiculous. Her boyfriend was currently cuddling with another girl. A girl he swore up and down he didn't like in that way. You're the only girl for me, Cath, he kept saying to her. Well she called bullshit on that. It sure as hell didn't look like he wasn't interested in Rowan. In fact it looked an awful lot like he was cheating on Catherine with a younger, prettier girl.

"Well, I'll just leave you guys to it, sorry I bothered you," she growled and then stormed out of the washroom slamming the door behind her.

She pounded down the stairs, dropped his phone rather violently on the coffee table in the living room and then stormed out of the house, slamming the front door too. She didn't say bye to Doris, who was probably well aware of where Steve and Rowan had spent the night together in that washroom and hadn't fucking told her. She merely rushed to her car trying to keep herself from crying.

"Catherine!" Steve cried, running out of the house in what was yesterday's outfit. His grey shirt all wrinkled and his cargo pants looking oddly lumpy on only one side.

"Wait, I can explain!" he called as he rushed to her.

Catherine tried to straight herself out subtly. She straightened her back, she sniffed away anything that might even remotely resemble tears and then crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh really?"

"Yes, I can," he said as he reached her side. "Rowan hit her head, that's all."

"Oh Rowan had another one of her accidents, how fortuitous," she snapped. Even though she was very well aware that Rowan had hurt herself. She had been there and witnessed effect of the damage herself.

"She did. Really. She slipped coming down the stairs and cracked the back of her head open. I had to wake her up every hour on the hour to make sure she, you know, didn't die in her sleep," Steve explained. Ah so that was the cover story Doris went with. "And… well… there was no point in me staying in my room and getting up every hour so I just lay down with her."

"Yes. In the washroom," Catherine said, her tone dry and sarcastic. Because she didn't get that part. It seemed to be the stupidest place to lay down.

"Yes, well, when Rowan doesn't feel well she lies down. And she was throwing up last night, so she lay down in the washroom for ease of access," Steve explained and Catherine had to concede that, in that case, it did make sense.

Steve put a hand to her elbow, a far cry from the kind of intimate gesture that she didn't doubt Rowan was used to, but was Steve's standard with her. "I know it looked bad, but it's really innocent, I swear," he assured her.

"I want to believe you Steve, but you guys looked pretty cozy," she admitted, because it was true. She didn't want to admit how much it had thrown her to see it. How much it upset her to think that Steve liked this crazy girl more than her.

"You know me Cath, I'm a cuddler," he reminded her. "Rowan's a cuddler too, it's not a good mix but it means nothing… unless I'm doing it with you, of course."

Oh smooth save there. She frowned up at him. Steve had never been an issue before this. He was loyal to a fault, and completely monogamous when the time came. Yeah he got girls, that's why they called him Smooth Dog after all, but once he had his eyes set on one girl, he was only with that one girl. Up until this morning she had assumed that she was his one girl.

She wanted to believe that she was still his one girl.

"I'll forgive you on one condition," she said to him and suddenly he was frowning. His hand dropped from her elbow and he took half a step back from her. He eyed her up as if trying to gauge what she was going to ask her. For a minute she thought he may not take the bait.

"Okay, what?" he asked though his voice betrayed a hint of distrust.

"You never cuddle with her like that ever again," she said. Steve laughed like he thought she might be joking. But she wasn't. He came back to her, his hand went to her elbow and began brushing up and down her arm.

He suddenly gripped her tightly and pulled her close. "Of course, Cath, anything for you," he said as he pressed a kiss into her hair. Catherine hugged him back, gripping him tightly to remind herself that he was hers and that he had rushed out to get her and had left poor sick Rowan all alone in the washroom.

She took a deep breath expecting to get a whiff of the salty ocean breeze mixed with sandalwood but all she got was lilacs and a hint of roses. She pulled back trying not to be mad that he smelled of Rowan and tried to smile up at him.

"I'll go get into a fresh outfit and then we'll go for breakfast, okay?" he said taking a step away from her. He didn't turn until she nodded and then he flew back to the house to get ready to go out with her. With her. Not Rowan.

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. The worry that had rose up like a bile. The possessiveness that had her glaring at the house as if her gaze could pierce the walls and hit Rowan wherever she stood. Steve was hers and if Rowan thought she'd give him up without a fight, then she had another thing coming.