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*Disclaimer* We're gonna go in depth here, for sorry for the real talk that's about to hit you in the disclaimer, but the people who keep complaining are all guests and I swear y'all are going nuts over this and I feel like I need to talk you guys out of revolting or something. So... please don't get offend over this either. I'm not mad, I honestly just think the situation is funny and I'd send you a message if I could, but I can't so this is all I got.

So, I am sorry that you guys took offence to the "proper review" comment. So I'm gonna try to explain it and hopefully you guys get what I meant. I kind of lost the proper for it at the time, but what the meaning was for the people who wanted to participate. See I don't even have the word now. One of the commenters said that they didn't want to play the game and that was what I meant. I've been having so much fun with this story, with everyone's reviews that to me this is all some fun game and I'm trying to make it as fun for you as well. But you know, I get that not everyone wants to play. So for those that didn't want to do it like that, they could. The other reason was because I wanted a test run for the One Shot Contest I wanted to run for Christmas. I wanted to run it kinda like those instagram contests. Where you're given a few requirements. Like, follow, tag a few people, you know the ones. But my version was gonna be, two requirements and then the person who hit the right number of review won. But first I wanted to make sure that we could manage something like that. And now I kinda feel like maybe we can't cause it upset some people. And that's the last thing I want to do.

I'm also sorry that I ask for reviews all the time. I get that it can be annoying. But I love reading the reviews I get. I love hearing the theories and the parts that people liked. I want to know that you're having fun reading or you like the twists or you want less cliffhangers (I'm trying I swear) or I need to explain Rowan's family sections a bit better (they're vague right now because they're a very secondary plot line, they're gonna become more prominent in the future). But if it's bugging everyone so much I can stop.

But I will say I didn't appreciate the "dangling a carrot" comments. Or that I should just give instead of rewarding. I didn't appreciate it because I do just give you guys stuff, all the time. I post early constantly because I can't wait to share the next chapter. And since I feel like my reviews are rewards for me, that I would reward you right back. And for your information, whether we hit 250 reviews or not, I was posting three times this week and it's really disheartening that some of you just up and assumed I'd deny you guys three updates just cause I didn't get enough reviews. I was unaware I came off that heartless, I would have hoped I hadn't. To be honest, I just love goals. I set them for myself constantly and nothing is more fun to me than reaching or surpassing a goal. I unfortunately assumed that you guys would enjoy collectively achieving a goal together, because I sure as hell love it, but I suppose I was wrong.

Lastly it just amazed and amused me that you guys took me so seriously. You've read my sense of humour, I'm clearly not a very serious person. I mean, I don't even take myself that seriously. I'm just one Fanfiction writer, and to me, I don't really think I'm that important in the grand scheme of things. It just shocked me that anyone could read one single comment and turn it into such a big deal. I mean, to me it didn't matter, I'm just a fanfiction author guys, I'm really not as important you guys seem to think I am. Honestly it made me wonder if you get mad at Youtube artists who do the same thing at the end of every episode. Either way I think from now on we should just take whatever I say with a grain of salt because I'm literally not out to offend everyone, and not everything I say is meant to be taken as this stern edict. I've never not followed through with giving you any reward I've mentioned, and I am working really hard to put my heart and soul into this story. I want this to be fun, but it can't be if you're looking for things to be offended about in everything I say. I'm one person, I have faults, I will say something stupid, it's inevitable, but that doesn't mean it's coming from a place of malice as you guys seemed to think it was.

So to sum it up. Okay, I get it. I'll stop asking for reviews. (or try, not gonna lie, I may forget) I do actually give you guys things all the time, just cause I love you. Please let me run the contest and not get offended with the requirements cause I just want to give everyone the opportunity to participate and not to participate and a lot of you are "guest" reviewers and I won't be able to ask you for your story choice so I want the review to reflect your choice so I know what you want me to write if you win. And seriously don't take me that seriously, I am not that important.

Well... I feel better now and I hope you feel better too.

*Disclaimer over... sorry to everyone who had to read that super long explanation*

A/N:So here we are. It's an early update with a bunch of surprises, both in the story and here. We didn't quite reach 250 reviews, but as I mentioned above, you guys are my favourite readers and I'm gonna give you your three chapters anyway. Can I just say that you guys are AMAZING?! You guys give me so much motivation to keep writing. Honestly you do. (most of the time anyway) It's why I keep asking for Reviews, cause they help me stay motivated and they make me feel all warm and fuzzy. (But also mentioned above, I'll try not to do that anymore... I may forget, but I'mma try okay?) Well... I was gonna announce the Contest today. But now I'm worried about it. I was gonna choose the person by the number of reviews (ie: Review #275 would be the winner). Is it okay if I set it that way or am I gonna offend people all over again? Tell me what you think and I'll see you guys on Wednesday!

Chapter 33

The guitar playing was coming from Rowan's room. Rowan's room. No music. That was the deal. Nothing that would tempt her to start singing or humming. When Armando said he had no choice but to leave Rowan with Juan Carlos while he dealt with a situation he had imagined a different sort of trouble. And while it wasn't the sexual kind he was originally worried about, that didn't mean he wanted Rowan singing, not with an injured voice box.

He threw open the door and it was Rowan strumming the guitar while Juan Carlos sang and jotted things down in her notebook. She stopped playing the second she saw him, the happy smile that had been on her face up and vanished. He hated that she stopped smiling whenever he came into the room.

Juan turned, his grin not vanishing. Nothing could get this kid to panic. "She can write songs!" he cried.

Rowan nodded happily. She wrote songs? Why was she so creative? He didn't understand that sort of thinking. Maybe that was why he didn't get her decision-making paradigm. She looked down sheepishly as he picked up Juan Carlos by the scruff of the neck and threw him and his guitar out of the room.

He had originally planned to come in with a gift. But that gift had been left with Armando by the car when he was made aware of the situation. He'd be bringing it later.

Rowan was trying valiantly not to cough. She kept clearing her throat as if that would fix it all while avoiding his gaze. She broke down, her coughs hacking and shuddering through her body. He handed her a few tissues and then two of her pills as blood bubbled out of her mouth.

"You were told," he said in the most patronizing tone he could muster. "Very clearly might I add, that you were not to sing or hum until you were healed. You're not going to heal right if you keep pushing the limits."

Rowan quickly scrawled out a message for him and then showed him the paper. I can't help it. I'm bored.

"How can you be bored? You have so much to do in here," he cried gesturing around her small cell. She had a TV, her own snow cone maker, a million pillows, a puzzle table, at least a hundred DVDs, a small suitcase filled with clothes for her, stuffed animals to cuddle, books to read, books to color. What other prisoners had this sort of treatment.

I need to go outside.

Wo Fat stared at the paper and then up to Rowan who was pouting at him. Getting the sun was part of a healthy lifestyle. He had heard about that, people suffering from melatonin deficiencies from being in captivity. But there was just one problem with taking her outside.

"You're still a flight risk," he reminded her. Rowan gasped. Completely outraged. She glared at him and he relented a bit. "Okay, okay, I get that you've been better behaved but you've also been contained! Except for that one excursion."

Which went well.

"Yes. Yes, it did go well, but I still don't trust you," he said. Rowan huffed and threw herself down to the pillows of her bed.

"I'll think about it, okay?" he said. Rowan just groaned and rolled over so her back was to him. Wo Fat took that as she wanted to rest, or be left alone. So he silently got up and moved slowly towards the door waiting to see if she'd roll over and wave him back but she never did.

The door opened and Armando came in. "One Strawberry Lemonade shaved-ice," he announced and Rowan turned around. She jumped out of the bed and snatched it out of his hand. "It's a little melted but it should still be okay."

She smiled her thanks to him and returned to her bed. The shaved-ices and snow-cones had been greatly helping her throat. She had stopped leaking blood in her sleep. Now she only coughed blood if she aggravated her throat. Wo Fat wanted to stay, see if she'd want to watch a movie with him, show him one of those stupid children's movies from her childhood. But Armando was pulling him out of the room.

"Shioma wants to meet you at a private event tonight. He wants to talk business, wants to see the merchandise before he gives you the money," he said.

"So, we bring a crate," Wo Fat told them.

"He wants all the merchandise," he said.

"ALL?" Wo Fat echoed.

"All."

"Fuck…" Wo Fat said, running a hand over his face. "We'll all have to go, I'll have no one to watch Rowan. No one I'd trust anyway."

"I hate to say it. But we'll have to bring her," Armando agreed and Wo Fat found himself sighing.

"What event is this?" he asked.

"Fancy, which is the other problem," Armando said. Wo Fat synced up enough with him for them both to say: "She needs a dress," together.

"Well that's a you thing," Armando said raising his hands in surrender.

"No, no, if I have to go dress shopping, so do you!" Wo Fat argued.

"No. Hell no. I have enough dress shopping to do at home!" Armando snapped. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at Wo Fat. "No. You can't make me. No. No. No."

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Three men sat in a dress shop in the most expensive shopping district on Honolulu. And none of them wanted to be there.

They sat in small white chairs with plush blue seats. Juan Carlos was sandwiched between Wo Fat and his Uncle. They two older men were in their nicely pressed suits while he was still in his dirty ripped jeans and polo shirt. They had a small table in front of them covered in fashion and bridal magazines. A tray held finger sandwiches and cups of tea for them. The tea was half done and the finger sandwiches were gone.

Rowan came out it yet another dress. This one was white, strapless and looked just as beautiful as the other dressed she had tried on.

It had been an hour and 45 minutes of this bullshit.

"Oh, this is it, this is the one," Wo Fat said but he had said that about every single dress and had been horribly wrong.

Rowan winced and looked down, pulling out the skirt as if there were a problem with it.

"What's the matter?" Armando asked. "She doesn't like that one? What could be wrong with that one?"

She turned to show them the back which seemed a bit lumpy though that couldn't be right. "I think that one isn't fitting her right." Juan Carols said leaning forward.

The man who had been helping them. A very flamboyant man with perfectly styled hair and in a nice white suit looked her up and down and said: "Gosh darling that will never suit you."

Armando and Wo Fat groaned. Who said something like that to a girl? That was how you gave a girl insecurities about her body. Besides, he was the one who brought the dress to her! If he knew that it wouldn't suit her why did he bring it out? If he had his gun, he'd shoot the man. The deal he had made with Rowan to get her to agree to go dress shopping though had left all the men unarmed and promised to not commit a single illegal act while they were shopping. Who would have thought a girl didn't want to go dress shopping? He thought females loved that sort of thing. Especially when a rich older guy was willing to drop major bucks on her. But Rowan didn't care about dollar signs and that kind of amazed him.

"There is nothing wrong with that dress," Armando argued.

"Well it's clearly not sitting right. It's meant for a much taller girl," the assistant said as if that made perfect sense. Why the hell would he hand her a dress that didn't fuck fit her?

"Okay, look, we've been at this for almost two hours. Rowan, you have looked lovely in every dress you've tried on," he told her which prompted her to look down at the dress she was wearing again with a wince on her face. "You've been trying on the same dresses. Just pick one."

Rowan glared at him and the assistant gasped. "These have not been the same dresses. They have been unique pieces of art. Why the dress before was a pink chiffon dream…"

"Okay, look, I don't care. Put her in a dress that she will like. That is made for a girl with her proportions and height. Cost is not a problem. Get it done in the next thirty minutes and I'll add a sizeable sum to your commission," Wo Fat snapped.

He swore he could see the dollar signs in the assistant's eyes as he scampered off. He caught Rowan's pained look and he scowled at her.

"I'm tired of this. I have things to do, you know," he snapped to her. He sat back in his seat and Rowan aggressively whipped the curtains of her dressing room closed. This whole process was ridiculous and yet there was Juan Carlos beside him pouring yet another cup of tea. As a wanted criminal this whole process seemed wrong.

The assistant returned with a sparkling black dress, Wo Fat's eyes narrowed why did it look like that dress was encrusted in crystals? He disappeared into Rowan's changing room, and it was a good thing he clearly batted for the other side or Wo Fat would have some choice words for him. Then again, that meant one of the three men would then have to go in and assist and Wo Fat wasn't comfortable with that either.

The two men sat in fidgeting silence as Juan Carlos sat back with his refreshed cup of tea and sipped it delicately. Pinky up like he was at a tea party. The assistant came out again, sweeping the curtains aside like it was a grand entrance. He stepped aside and Rowan came out in a stunning black dress. Short in the front, just a little bit up above her knee that lengthened out in the back into a long train. There was a sweet heart bodice with lacy off the shoulder, half-length sleeves. The dress was made up of layers of black lace and was dotted with little white crystals twinkling like stars against the black.

"This is a Versace, hi-low cocktail dress from the 2011 Winter Haute Couture line. It is made of chiffon and the finest lace and dusted with Swarovski Crystals," the assistant was listing off.

Rowan was playing with the train, bringing it out to the sides so it fanned her like a massive peacock tail. Wo Fat smiled he could see now why Steven McGarrett was obsessed with Rowan Pierce. She definitely could look quite fetching when she wanted to.

"She'll need matching shoes and a clutch of course," the assistant was saying. Wo Fat just nodded and pulled out the stolen credit card and handed it to him.

"Do whatever you want," he said as he stood and moved towards Rowan. She was trying to grasp the tag to find the price. He swatted her hands away and glanced at it. Holy fuck. That was a lot of zeros.

"What the fuck?" he snapped. "Those better be real diamonds for this price."

Rowan winced at him. She shook her head. A signal that she didn't want him to spend the money. But he didn't care about the money. That was her dress. Nothing else in the shop had looked half as good as this one. Obviously because she had tried on half of them already.

The assistant returned with black high heeled shoes also encrusted with a pattern of crystals that looked like stars to match the dress and a simple black clutch. He handed them to her and she went about putting her shoes on. She immediately went up three inches in height. She was officially as tall as him. It was her smile that had him stuck. That little smile and the twinkle in her blue eyes.

For the first time since he took her she looked genuinely happy with him around, with him being the cause.

"She'll have to get her hair and her make-up done to match you know," Juan Carlos added and Rowan winced much more. But he didn't give a rat's ass.

He'd pay whatever he had to, do whatever he had to, to keep that smile on her face.

"Who's going to stay with her while that happens?" Juan asked.

Oh, hell no, he'd do anything but that.

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Rowan sat in the car beside Wo Fat. She had been done up. She was in the fancy dress that Wo Fat had bought for her. Her hair had been done up in an elaborate twist and pinned with diamond hair pieces in the shape of different stars. She had the six-inch heels on, which were hard to walk in as is without Wo Fat tugging her whenever she was slow, which was all the time because of the heels. She had a small clutch that was not big enough to hold her note book which she had brought with her anyway. In case she needed to talk, of course.

She wasn't sure what was going on except she had to be fancy for a party where Wo Fat would be doing business with someone who was also going to that party. She didn't know what kind of business he had to do, obviously the illegal kind because he wouldn't tell her what it was, and really what else would his business really be? It's not like he was a legitimate business owner or anything. Still he very kindly wasn't going to make her an accessory to whatever illegal act this was.

They walked through a fancy house. No one else was around with them. But there were servers going from the kitchen to a door that lead them back outside. Rowan spotted a server with a tray of champagne coming towards them and Wo Fat looked suitably distracted by fixing his suit up from the car ride. Now wouldn't that be great for her sore throat? Sarcasm of course. Maybe if she pulled another stunt like the Christmas one he'd take her back to the hospital. She could call Steve from there. Or get Alex to help her escape.

She went to move towards the tray, took half a step away and Wo Fat grabbed her wrist and jerked her back to his side.

"Are you out of your mind?" he hissed. "You're on a pain med so strong it could knock out a horse and you want to combine that with your alcohol? Do you have a death wish?"

Rowan flipped open her book to the page that started the conversation she wrote up earlier in anticipation of this very moment.

Stop tugging me, I'm going to fall over.

"Then don't try to wander off," he snapped. "I have enough to worry about tonight without having to add you to that list of things."

I'm already a worry, I'm a hostage remember?

Wo Fat looked down to the new page and then back up to her. "Do you have our whole conversation mapped out?" he asked.

Rowan nodded and he scowled at her. "How is that even possible?" he growled.

Rowan flipped the page. You're predictable.

"Predictable?!" he hissed. "I'll have you know that I'm one of the most established and completely unpredictable criminals there is. Your precious Steve can never figure out my next move, now can he?"

Rowan turned yet another page. I'm clearly smarter than Steve.

Wo Fat glared at her and she just smiled at him. "You are so frustrating," he growled to her and Rowan giggled at him.

He sighed. "I'm meeting him in the study. You will stay with Juan Carlos while I'm in this… uh… meeting. There is entertainment, I've been told. So, you won't be bored."

Rowan rolled her eyes and nodded again. Juan Carlos came to stand beside her. He too was in a nice suit, all black and white and crisp. Her three boys were all dressed quite nicely. But Wo Fat stood out with his maroon tie a stark comparison against the white of his dressy shirt and crisp black suit.

He pinned Juan with a dangerous glare. "Your only job is to keep her in line. That's it. Don't let her drink alcohol. Don't let her wander off. Can you handle that?" he asked.

Juan nodded and Wo Fat and Armando disappeared into the throng. Juan Carlos shot her a giant grin and asked: "Do you want to see what the big fuss is about?"

Rowan nodded eagerly. She knew there was some big private event going on, one needed VIP access to get into it. By the sounds of it she going to get to be a VIP.

She was led through corridors and eventually out into the back where a dimmed and empty pool was waiting for them. In the pool was a woman in a two-piece workout outfit, short shorts and a sports bra. The dark brown hair was pulled back and this person was warming up, most likely for a fight judging by the way she was shadow boxing. The people around her were all dressed up but not nearly to the level that she was at. She clearly stood out.

A tremor of dread ran through her. She hadn't had a single dizzy vision on the days she'd been with Wo Fat. Not since her accident. She was starting to think that either the next episode had been derailed because of her kidnapping, or because she wasn't around Steve she wasn't getting her visions. No point if she wasn't there to help him, right?

But all of this seemed familiar. Like she knew it already. Like she should know what was coming up next. Everyone started cheering and three people came through the door. A tall man, very buff, very bald, with a laceration to his head, followed by an Asian looking man, also in all black, but more of a tailored suit look, and he was pulling along a woman who looked like she was being forced to be there. She looked a hot mess in her pink tank top and skinny jeans.

Rowan grabbed a tray of pastry puffs as the server went by with them. He turned back to her and tried to tug the tray out of her hand. She squeaked her disapproval and Juan Carlos took his eyes off the pool and turned back to her. He looked between her and the waiter and then said: "Shoo." Which sent the man off again.

"Good choice, I love these things," he said to her taking a handful of them. In comparison Rowan was eating them one by one as daintily as possible. She figured if she just paid attention to the food she could ignore the illegal fight happening before her.

But Juan was interested and people were cheering so she couldn't help but look up. The woman in the pink tank top and been thrown into the pool against her will. Now the two women were fighting one another, she could just tell by the way the girl in the pink tank top was only making defensive moves and the fact that she wasn't dressed for the fight at all, that wasn't there of her own volition. Rowan shoved the tray into Juan's hands and then gestured wildly at the fight.

"What? It's just a fight," he said to her.

Rowan showed him her hands as if they were bound and he looked back to the pool. "Yeah, I mean, I guess she's being forced to be here, but she's also some master at Hawaiian martial arts so she should be good," he said turning back to the fight.

But Rowan couldn't believe that this was happening. They had just up and taken this girl off the streets and forced her to come here? That wasn't fair. And if the MMA wasn't going to play fair why should she? Juan was too busy eating his handful of hors d'oeuvres and cheering the fight to notice her slip away. She dumped the rest of the Hors d'oeuvres in a nearby planter. She put her book and her clutch beside the ladder and then slowly climbed down being careful of her dress. Once on the shallow end floor she quickly realized her shoes would slip and slide. She kicked them aside and left them at top of the incline.

She descended as quickly as she could, kept her hands behind her back so no one could really see the empty metal tray she had taken with her and then before anyone could stop her she stepped in between the MMA fighter and the captive woman. The girl in the pink tank top had managed to throw the MMA girl to the ground. The announcer, and clearly her coach was shouting at her to get up and when she did, that was when she noticed Rowan standing between her and her opponent.

The cheers died down, silence hit the pool side except for one incredulous cry of: "Rowan?" from Juan who must have just realized that she wasn't by his side anymore.

The announcer stepped closer to the edge of the pool. The MMA woman had stopped short of her staring at her and then back up to the man above her. Clearly she didn't know what to do now.

"You're interrupting our fight," he called down to Rowan. "Move."

Rowan glared up at him and shook her head. A strangled cry was heard and then Juan Carlos was beside him.

"Get out of there, you idiot! That girl's gonna kill you!" he cried and Rowan shook her head in defiance once more.

"Take her down!" the announcer said just as Juan Carlos screamed: "FUCK!"

Rowan turned back to the MMA fighter who was roaring and running towards them. Right before she got to them, Rowan took the tray out from behind her and bashed the metal plate into the crazy woman's head. She went down with a sickening crack and Rowan hit her over the head three more times before the girl kicked the feet out from under her.

Rowan heard herself yelp, she heard Juan Carlos's cry of fear. She rolled out of the way as the girl got back up but one spinning round-house kick from the girl in pink knocked the MMA fighter right out and back to the ground. This time she stayed down.

Rowan smiled breathlessly up at the girl, she graciously accepted the hand the girl offered her to help her up from off the wet floor. The second she made contact she dropped back to the ground. The visions clouded her eyes, everything she had missed. Days of it. The whole case. How all of this happened, who the girl in pink was. All of it was in flashing in front of her eyes and she was powerless to make it stop.

She didn't hear Juan arguing with the announcer who was angry that Rowan had intervened. She had no idea a man was coming towards them, ready to finish the girl in pink off and then her. Didn't hear Juan Carlos scream her name and then for Wo Fat. She missed him jumping from the deep end wall and onto the man coming for her after the girl in pink had been effectively taken down by this other person. The vision didn't let her go until it was all over.

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With the deal finalized, the money in a briefcase being taken to the car, Wo Fat was finally happy. Now all he had to do was find Rowan and Juan Carlos and take them home. Maybe he'd teach Rowan to waltz, girls liked stuff like that, didn't they? And she had the perfect dress for it.

When he got to the pool side, having gone around the back he found a crowd of people. There were cries of horror. Demands of kill them already. But above it all, the sentence that caught Wo Fat's attention was: "GET UP ROWAN!"

Wo Fat pushed through the people until he too was at the pool edge. Juan was on the back of a man in black dress shirt and white khakis. Looked like a smaller, thinner, more Hawaiian Steve.

He threw Juan off of his back, the younger boy bouncing off the floor with a dull crack. Rowan was just sitting there with a blank on her face. The kind he had seen before, the kind she had worn before she attacked a shooter with no hands. She slowly brought her hands to her face as if rubbing the blankness away from her and half turned to the man who was pulling a knife out from his pocket. He just stared down at her as she blinked up at him as if she didn't understand what was happening. Knife poised to come down on her back.

Wo Fat pulled out his gun without a second of hesitation and emptied the clip into the man's back. He kept shooting even when he was down. 10 shots in total, spanning from lower back to neck. A large beefy man shouted in rage and came at him, he wouldn't have been able to reload in time. Luckily for him Armando had come to join him, standing across the pool, closer to the shallow end, pistol drawn. He only shot the larger man three times before he dropped.

By then everyone was screaming and running away. Rowan slowly got to her feet. She looked around at the carnage and chaos and then turned up to him. Her eyes were smudged creating a raccoon type look. She narrowed her eyes at him as he finished reloading his gun, just in case, and then put it in his back waistband.

She clapped her thanks in giddy excitement but Wo Fat was not smiling. All the questions he should have asked when he first encountered this situation flooded him at once. What was she doing down there? Why was she in the middle of an illegal fight? Why was she just sitting on the floor? Had she been injured? She didn't look injured. This was not how this night was supposed to end.

Her smile faded off of her face as he continued to glare at her. She looked back to the carnage at her feet, blood had started leaking out of the man in black edging closer and closer to where her bare feet were. One hand went to her stomach, another hand went to her face.

"Is she going to vomit?" he asked and as if to answer him Rowan's body pitched as she heaved. Oh. For. Fuck sake. He turned to Juan who was pulling himself up off the ground. "Get her the fuck out of that fucking pool before the police get here or she throws up all over you."

Juan coughed and gave him a thumbs up. Rowan crossed to Juan and tugged him towards the hill. The two helped each other up the hill. Juan picked up her discarded shoes as she rushed towards the ladder. She seemed sufficiently okay once she got away from the bodies, but she paused halfway through the shallow end. She seemed to blink her eyes a bit before she turned back to Wo Fat and began to wave frantically at him.

He groaned with frustration and then shouted: "What?!" at her. She showed him her hand. She held up her fingers. Five and then zero. She did it over and over again. But he didn't know why. Fifty? Why was she showing him fifty over and over again? Or five zero? Was it five zero is that what she was trying to say? What the hell did either of those things mean?

And then it hit him.

Five-0

"Steve is on his way here? Now?!" he cried and she nodded wildly. "Oh for fuck sake… get out of the goddamn pool, now!"

She turned back to the ladder and jogged the rest of the way there where Juan Carlos stood waiting to help her get out. She stooped down to pick up her clutch and then the two of them ran for the back exit where Wo Fat was waiting to usher them through. Just as Rowan got there, pausing to put her shoes quickly onto her feet there came a loud announcement.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Hope you had a fantastic evening. These nice gentlemen with the hats and the guns, they're going to take you to jail. Thank you very much for your patronage."

That was Danny, Steve's second in command. Rowan paused, half in the shadows, her eyes on the figure moving through the pool towards the girl in pink who had been left on the ground.

"We have cops coming our way, hurry up," Armando hissed. But Wo Fat was watching Rowan and the look of longing on her face as she watched Steve. It almost took his breath away. How could she look at Steve like that, with that kind of painful adoration, knowing full well that he had picked another woman over her?

But he didn't have the time to argue with her over this. Wo Fat scooped Rowan up and dragged her away. She made no move to struggle and no sound. She merely let him hoist her over his shoulder and carry her away.

Once they were in the car and driving away, using a service exit to avoid the cops, Wo Fat turned to Rowan and slapped her arm. "Someone want to tell me how Rowan ended up in the pool with an MMA fighter and a man with a knife?"

Rowan looked him dead in the eye and said: "I wasn't having fun."

There was a startled silence that enveloped them before everyone in the car started laughing, everyone except Wo Fat who didn't find it funny at all. He was too busy marvelling at her voice which had gotten less scratchy and deep, more like her normal voice. She was healing. She was finally getting better. It wasn't until they got back to the compound did he realize that the reason she spoke instead of writing it down was because she didn't have her book anymore.

She had left it behind.

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The beach house at 446 Alapali Place was a mansion. The kind of house that someone like Steve could only dream of having. A million floors. A pool. A library. A massive kitchen. Not that his beach house wasn't spectacular, it was, but if he was to impress a girl, like truly impress a girl he'd want to start with the library in this house. Too bad the girl that would have been impressed by this was the girl he dating right now. Too bad the girl he wanted to impress wouldn't have been impressed by a big house like this, she'd've been happy with his beach house and a bookshelf.

Funny how you only start to appreciate things once they're gone huh?

Five-0 had rushed to this house because Maggie, their first victim's daughter, had been kidnapped. By the same people who had taken her father. He had rushed to get there before they beat the crap out of her like they had done to her father. He had arrived to people fleeing, and gunshots echoing.

He had found chaos on the pool deck. A body hanging over the edge of the deep end, a body by the drop off. A woman unconscious in a shallow puddle of murky water and blood. Maggie lying on her back against the cement floor. Someone had killed the bad guys for them. He didn't know why or how. He wanted to be grateful but he was nervous. Why wouldn't the person who helped Maggie stick around?

Chin had bent over Maggie as Steve examined the first dead body, the one holding the knife. She whispered something to him and Chin called him over.

"Where's the girl with the red hair?" she had asked and Steve took another look around.

Chaos like this was Wo Fat's hallmark. A red haired girl that would step in between an MMA fighter and an injured victim was Rowan's hallmark. Was this the direct consequence of his red haired girl trying to help again?

"Maggie, did the girl with the red hair have a name?" he asked.

"She didn't say, but I think her friend called her Rosie, or Bowen?" she said.

"Rowan, did he call her Rowan?" Steve pressed.

"Maybe. She saved my life," she told him. "She stopped her from killing me."

Rowan had been here. Rowan had done it again. Stepped in to help. And then she had needed someone to save her and he hadn't been there, Wo Fat had. Except, unlike Steve, Wo Fat had no qualms with just shooting everyone.

"Kawano killed my father," Maggie told them and Chin nodded towards the man with more holes than a slice of swiss cheese laying in a puddle of blood.

"He won't be hurting anyone ever again," Chin told her. Steve didn't have to guess what Kawano had done to end up with more than ten bullets in his body. He must have threatened Rowan directly, otherwise one would have been enough.

"Hey boss!" Kono called and Steve jogged over to where she was standing. She had a spiral bound notebook in her hand with a blue cover. "I found this by the ladder."

Steve took it from her. He flipped through it. He recognized Rowan's writing anywhere. There were conversations, doodles, bits of lyric.

My throat hurts.

No. No more soup.

All you sinners stand up sing halleluiah.

I want to go home.

I've wasted the love of my life, I'm losing it, with every move I die.

Wanna watch Little Mermaid?

If you love me let me go.

They say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good?

A day without you is like a year without rain

Sour Strawberry Snow Cone

Course. He sent me.

I'm clearly smarter than Steve.

But it was what he found at the very end of the book. On the very last page.

Hey Steve. I'm fine. It's not your fault. I don't blame you so please don't blame yourself. I miss you. I know you'll find me.

P.S. Tell everyone I miss them and I'll see you guys soon!

Steve felt his eyes tearing up. She had left this purposely for him. She had written him a letter. Just so she could tell him not to blame himself, to tell him that she was okay. That was Rowan, taking care of him even though she wasn't there.

"Is it hers?" Danny asked kneeling down so he was level with Steve. Steve nodded. "Did she leave a clue to her whereabouts?"

"No. She took a big enough risk leaving this there for me," he said. "She says she misses all of us."

"We miss her too," Kono said. "We're going to find her Steve. This just proves that she's okay."

Yes. Yes it did. But why had Wo Fat brought her here? Why was he even here in the first place? Was he starting to realize how hard it was to keep Rowan in line? Because if he was that meant he'd get frustrated with her, and unlike Steve, Wo Fat wouldn't have a problem with beating her into submission.

And though worry coursed through his veins he forced himself to see the bright side. For right now, Rowan was alright. She was still on the island. He still had time to find her. To save her. To bring her home.

Steve wouldn't rest until she was back with him where she belonged.