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A/N: So, guys, cause I love you and I feel like waiting until Friday is a long time, I'mma post again today. I think this kinda got left on a cliffhanger. I can't tell anymore guys! If I get a lot of "How could you do this to us?" reviews I'll post again on Wednesday just so you're not waiting forever to find out what happens. Also. Guys... only 13 more reviews and we get a winner! Don't forget, I need to have the favourite part of the chapter your reviewing PLUS the one shot you want in order for your submission to be considered. If the person who reviews hasn't done that (and I therefore don't know which story they want) I will go to the person who reviewed last (so the 299th reviewer). Guest reviewers please remember your Nickname so I can announce you as the winner if you are the winner. And one one contest submission perchapter, but if you just want to review to tell me more things feel free to do that too. See you guys soon!

Chapter 43

Two weeks later and Rowan still didn't have mobility in her arm. They had done extensive tests on her shoulder and only determined that whatever the problem was it was in her head. Which really only made matter worse. Then, of course, she couldn't get a job. No one wanted a one armed anything and she had no prior experience and no one she could use as a reference.

But there were some positives. For starters, Steve had left her alone. She honestly hadn't thought he would. That was both a bit disappointing and something to be happy about. It would have made things harder if he had stuck around. Though she had sort of half-hoped that he would come after her and make her come home. But he had never understood rom-coms so he wouldn't have gotten that. Secondly, she hadn't had a proper vision since she left Steve's house. Thirdly, of course, she had a lot of time to write music since she wasn't running off chasing visions. Which had been a great help for Alex and his band. And lastly, she and Alex had a very active sex life. Even though she only had one arm to work with and it was clear her mind was on something else, Alex was super attracted to her and always up for a tumble, which was great because her self-esteem needed the pick me up.

Alex was being super patient with her. Which was great because she had woken up screaming Steve's name at least 4 times since she had been released. She kept having the same two dreams. Steve losing his head at the hands of a terrorists. Steve and Danny flattened by a collapsing building. It was a bit off putting to have one girlfriend's scream another man's name, Alex kept telling her. And she kept apologizing every time it happened.

But there was one problem she was having that didn't seem to stop no matter how much she wanted it to.

It started with coffees and teas being sent to her in coffee shops by unknown suitors. Then it was envelopes stuffed with money. Packages with DVDs, boxes with stuffed animals, and signed books, gifts she always donated. She wanted to believe they were from Steve but she knew who they were coming from and she was less than pleased.

She took the money though. Alex said it was stupid to turn down free money. Especially when it was an envelope filled with fifties and hundies. Even if they both knew it was blood money.

And then it was spotting him across the street, smoking a cigarette, lounging like he had all the time in the world. Then it was seeing that Audi, fixed up now, but she could still tell it was his car, sitting outside the hospital when she went for physio, or trailing the bus she was on. She didn't know how to get him to leave her alone.

At least he hadn't broken into the apartment again. No the asshole just fucking followed her around.

Like right now.

Rowan had clocked him following her three blocks back. To be fair, she had been walking a long time, all alone, on the streets of Oahu, after one of her appointments. She could have waited for Alex to be done his shift but she wanted to go home. She could have taken the bus but she wanted to save her money for tea.

Besides, she needed to keep her cardio up. A 10-block walk wasn't really that bad, even if it was through a few bad spots. She'd just walk faster. But an impromptu selfie to show Alex that she was alright showed a familiar face in the background.

She wanted to confront him than and then but she decided against and decided to walk two more blocks, taking a selfie at each one, giving him a chance to go away. But he hadn't. This left Rowan with no other options. First chance she got she ducked down a sketchy alleyway. She only had to wait thirty seconds before he appeared, darkening the mouth of the alleyway. Breathless like he ran to catch up to her.

"What the hell is your problem?!" she hissed. He hesitated, before walking fully into the alleyway, throwing his cigarette down on the ground and then glaring back down at her.

"I don't have a problem," Wo Fat said.

"Yes! You do! You're following me!" she told him. "Stop following me!"

"Quite prideful to assume I'm here for you," he snapped folding his arms over his chest and Rowan just lounged back, crossed her own arms over her chest and glared up at him. To her surprise, after a few moments of intense glaring, Wo Fat suddenly threw his head back and groaned at her.

"Why the hell are you walking home alone? The hospital is like 20 blocks from your apartment—" "—It's like ten, why you lyin'?" "It's a bad area and I was… well I was worried about you," he admitted.

Rowan looked him up at down before she too sighed and hung her head. "What do you want, Wo?" she asked.

"I'm just checking up on you," he said. "Making sure you're okay."

"Making sure I'm okay?" she echoed. "Why the hell would you care? You're the reason I'm not okay!"

Wo Fat flinched. "I wish you'd just let me explain," he said but Rowan shook her head.

"There is nothing you can say to make this better," Rowan shouted, to her horror her voice had cracked and bit wet tears had started rolling down her cheek. She was so frustrated and angry that she blew right past mad and into a wet anger. "There are no words. There is nothing you can give me that will make me forgive you!"

Wo Fat actually took a step back from her. And, she guessed it made sense. She was hysterical, and crying, and he was even worse with emotions than Steve. He bottled his up, she overflowed with them and spewed them out like some over-emotional volcano onto unsuspecting victims.

"Alright. Here's what we're going to do. I need you to stop stalking me. I had to swear to Steve you weren't in my life, so you gotta not be in my life, you got me?" she ordered. "Now, what do I gotta do to get you to leave me alone? And don't say, listen to your apology cause I don't want to hear it."

Wo Fat twitched his lips. He went into his pocket and pulled out a single piece of paper. "I want you to take this number. If you need me, and I mean for anything, especially illegal stuff, just dial it."

Rowan looked down to the piece of paper he was offering. It would be easy enough to take it but then she'd be in possession of a direct line to Wo Fat. And she would be honor bound to give it to Steve because she had sworn up and down that she had no way to contact Wo Fat, that she wasn't speaking to him at all anymore. If she took this it would be proof that she still was, he'd be mad if he found out. She looked at that piece of paper as if were a poisonous snake. She didn't want to take it because that meant she'd have to go see Steve to turn it in to him and she didn't want to see Steve.

But… she really, really wanted Wo Fat to leave her alone more. Steve didn't have to find out. She just wouldn't use it. Ever. That would solve things.

"Fine," she said and then took it from him. The second their fingers brushed she was bombarded with images. Flashes of fire and green. Of golden bars and plates. Of hospital beds and burns. Rowan must have collapsed again because the next thing she knew she was on the ground and Wo Fat was crouched in front of her, his hands gripping her shoulders.

"You're going to blow up," she whispered looking up to him. "Steve's going to shoot you out of the sky."

Wo Fat blinked his eyes at her. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked but there came a series of shouts and he backed away.

"Hey leave her alone!" someone shouted and then he moved away entirely.

"Don't use the helicopter to escape," she said not sure if he could hear her or if he had already walked away. And then the crowd enveloped her.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

The week Rowan got released from the hospital, the P.I. Mick had put on Rowan reported that a man had broken into her apartment and she had pushed him out of the window he had used to get in. Two weeks later that same man followed her down an alleyway and during their argument Rowan just dropped. The P.I. didn't get a good look at what he had done to her to make that happen, though from the pictures it looked like she had just touched his hand.

The P.I. couldn't tell him much about the man that had been following Rowan and breaking into her apartment. Only that he was basically invisible until he wanted Rowan to see him. But Steve knew who the guy was even before he was shown the pictures. And he knew what it was that had Rowan collapsed in an alleyway after briefly touching him.

But no one could tell Steve what Wo Fat wanted with Rowan. Though Steve had very many different theories. But he still couldn't bring himself to go and ask her. In fact he hadn't seen Rowan in almost a month. He was doing much better with it though. It still hurt. He was still filled with a numbing pain. But he wasn't as broken up about it. He just didn't want to go out of his way to see her. You know? He wanted her to come crawling back to him.

He had pride you know.

Then, of course, that week, a full two and a half weeks after Rowan last saw Wo Fat, he got forced to take on a Talk Show host and a camera man. He didn't think it would be that big of a deal until he got a case. Then they were a total annoyance.

He was on the scene with his team looking at a mess of a human being. At least, he hoped it was a human being before this.

"That's some serious mutilation," Chin said standing beside Steve. "The killer must have used an axe or a cleaver."

"We'll have to get Max here, right away," Steve answered and then lounged back. He caught sight of Kono talking to Savannah and rolled his eyes. This was ridiculous. Why was this considered good PR?

"Have you seen anything like this before?" Chin asked and Steve looked down to the masticated human being in front of him. He had seen a lot of things so much so that his list of things he hadn't seen was shorter and getting even shorter.

"No. Never," he answered tried to keep things clipped. He didn't know how well that camera could pick up audio from where they were. But he didn't trust it. He knew enough about spyware to know that they could probably get some if not all the audio.

They waited patiently until Max showed up, Steve ignored how Max seemed to be fawning over Savannah. He almost went over to remind Max that he did have a body to investigate after all but he came over promptly without any need for Steve to prompt him.

But then he was acting slightly strange and there was something new on his overalls. Had that always been there?

"On close examination, victim is male, Caucasian. Face desecrated beyond recognition," Max listed out and Steve stopped paying attention to his clothes and became more interested in the words coming out of his mouth. "Lower arms exhibit significant trauma. With both hands appearing to be severed above the wrist. Liver temp indicates our victim was murdered eight to ten hours ago."

"Killer must've hacked up the body to prevent ID," Steve announced to his team. It was the only thing that made sense.

"It's a pro move," Danny added. Also true.

Steve found himself staring at Max and that thing on his chest. "Max, what is that?"

"What?" Max asked trying to feign innocence. Yeah well it wasn't working.

"There's a camera on your shirt, Max," Steve said, daring him to argue. He didn't. But he did stand as Steve crossed to him.

"Oh, uh, this camera. It's—" Max started but Steve wasn't going to let him continue on with that lie. He knew where it came from.

"Nice try," he said to the lens as he pulled the camera off the shirt. He then turned his scowl down to Savannah who was waiting by the caution tape with the rest of the press. He forced himself to smile as if he wasn't going to chew her a new one and then walked towards her.

"Is this yours?" he asked her, waving the camera in her the air so she knew just what he was talking about.

"Uh… yeah," she admitted. Well at least she wasn't going to lie to his face. "Sorry."

Well she didn't sound sorry.

"This was not part of the agreement," Steve reminder her.

Savannah's smile was a patronizing one as she said: "Well, it's called investigative reporting Commander."

"No… that's what it's called when you interview chefs and celebrities," Steve argued. "This is not 60 minutes."

If this woman didn't leave him alone he was going to get verbally vicious with her. He had spent enough time with Danny to know how to string together a sentence of purposely hurtful words. She better be careful.

"Hold on. For your information, I have a degree in journalism from Northwestern," she snapped at him as if any of this mattered.

"Your professors must be very proud," Steve shot off immediately. He even added a bit of a hand gesture. Danny would have been proud. He would have probably said something about how he needed more sass in his delivery but he'd be proud. Steve couldn't wait to tell him.

He walked away from Savannah to go tell Danny what he did. But he paused when he heard her talking to yet another officer. Didn't this woman get it? She was stopping these people from doing their jobs?

But then he recognized that profile. He recognized the way that man stood. But it couldn't be. He wouldn't be that stupid to dress up as a cop and coming anywhere near him. Not after what he did to Rowan.

"Hey!" Steve cried and the man half turned, confirming who he was. "Guys! It's Wo Fat! Hey! Savannah, get down!"

A lot happened between him screaming those words and his attempt to get down. He pulled his gun, but Wo Fat pulled his own gun a fraction quicker. Shots were exchanged, Steve was forced back. And even though Wo Fat was outnumbered and out gunned he still managed to get in a car and drive away.

Steve shot a few times at the retreating car before turning around and jogging back to his team. His eyes immediately finding each one of his team mates and confirming none of them were injured

"Duke! Get a bird in the air, right now. Wo Fat is not leaving this island!" he ordered. "And someone get me a location on Rowan!"

Because there was no way in hell he didn't believe that the two of them weren't still in contact and this time he was going to make her admit it to him.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Danny had practically dragged Steve back to their headquarters. He refused to let Steve go off after Rowan without looking at any other leads first. He wanted more than Steve seeing Wo Fat as an excuse to go pick up Rowan for interrogation. The only thing that stopped him was Danny accusing Steve of using this sighting as an excuse to see her, because he realized that second Danny said it that Danny was right. And he hated it when Danny was right so he had to prove him wrong.

So they were back at the palace looking at the footage that Savannah's camera man had caught while they were filming the crime scene.

It showed Wo Fat crouched over the body, pulling up the tarp to look at what was underneath. He didn't seem surprised by the state of the body he seemed like he was looking for something.

"What is Wo Fat looking for?" Steve asked. He needed to get the think tank going. He couldn't come up with ideas all by himself.

"And why show up posing as a cop?" Chin asked. Yes. Another good question.

"My guess is he heard about the murder after the fact. Shows up in uniform so he can get access to the crime scene," Danny said. Okay. Yeah that definitely made sense. But why?

"Which would mean that Wo Fat's not he killer," Kono logically concluded. Steve agreed, if Danny's theory was right that means Wo Fat didn't kill this guy, but then why was Wo Fat interested in him?

"Okay, fine," Steve said even though it wasn't fine. He wanted Wo Fat to be the killer. He wanted a reason to be able to hunt him down. To get him away from Rowan. "Why's he so interested in our John Doe?"

But no one could answer him. Steve tried not to smile, that meant he still had an excuse. God, he wanted to see her. He did, but… at the same time he didn't. He wanted her to miss him, he wanted her to be happy to see him, but he knew she wouldn't be. Not if he went to see her now.

But that didn't stop him from saying: "I know someone we could ask…"

"NO!" was shouted at him from all corners of the room.

"Steve, just because Wo Fat's involved doesn't mean she is," Chin told him and Steve winced at the condescending tone.

"She? Who's this she?" Savannah asked.

"Besides, she's not doing really good right now," Kono added. "Arresting her for something we all know she's probably not involved in will make things worse."

Steve turned. "Not good? Why is she not good?" he asked before he could stop himself.

All eyes turned to Kono who was suddenly looking like she'd rather not be there. "I don't know if it's my place to say…" she mumbled avoiding eyes. It wasn't like her to not want to tell him things, it must have been really bad.

"But like… what kind of not good? Did Alex do something to her? Is she sick? What? What is it?" Steve asked getting quite frantic. He must have gotten a crazy look on his face because Kono's eyes widened and she took a step back from him.

Danny stepped in between them and put his hands out. If Steve took one more step Danny's hands would be on his pecs but Steve didn't see him, he was looking over Danny's head and straight at Kono. His eyes boring into her as if that would make the right words come out of her mouth.

"Babe, you need to calm down. She is not your problem anymore," he reminded her. That was true. But it didn't feel like it. The tendency to worry about her was right there, sitting right above his heart. And they had just lit the fuse to a worry bomb. Danny watched his face carefully before sighing and saying: "Alright, I'll tell you but then you let it go."

Steve nodded and Danny glanced back to Kono. "I assume it's the same thing, but… basically physio's not working, she can't move her arm but she should. They did all these tests on her but there's nothing wrong with the nerves or her arm per say. So it's basically all in her head which is really messing with her," he said.

Kono nodded. "Yeah, that's it," she confirmed and Steve tried not to look how he felt. Like someone had kicked him in the gut.

Firstly, the fact that Rowan was going through that was heart wrenching. He should have been there to help her. But he wasn't allowed. And he didn't want to ask if Alex was being of any help either because if the answer was he wasn't he'd intervene. Secondly, clearly his Five-0 friends had been checking up on Rowan and then just not telling him. He wanted them to tell him. He should have known about this way in advance. Maybe he could have sent her something, or had them do something for her to cheer her up. He knew her better than anyone else.

"But none of this is your concern," Chin said as if reading Steve's mind. "She's got Alex, and we've been keeping tabs on her too. You need to focus on other things."

"Look babe, Max has something for us," Danny said though Max hadn't called and Danny hadn't checked his phone. "Let's go see him and we'll go from there okay?"

Steve knew this was a distractionary tactic. He hated that his whole team seemed to be in on it, but they were right. He needed it. So, he let Danny pull him away, he let Savannah and her camera crew follow him and he tried his hardest not to think about Rowan.