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A/N: So we got a winner! It's the Guest Reviewer: JP! YAY! So JP requested a Christmas Carol version, so I will be doing three small chapters. One of Christmas past, one of a non-canon to my story Christmas present and one of Christmas Future which may or may not be canon. So, there will be two posts this week and then from next week until the new year I'll be posting once a week.

So, you know, there's a huge difference in complaining about how things are going and telling me where you'd like to see things go and the negative feedback I was getting. To clarify I love to hear fan theories and your input on things you'd like me to change in the original Five-0 plot, and I don't mind constructive criticisms, like not enjoying what the characters are doing. But the kind of complaints I'm getting aren't constructive criticism. It's just plot bashing, and paragraphs of miserable comments, I get it, he's an abuser… THAT IS THE POINT. Jezze I didn't really think I had to say it. But yes. I WROTE HIM LIKE AN ABUSER FOR A REASON! Refer to last chapter for the reason. Not the most popular opinion of Steve, but the point of my story is to explore everyone's potential, which includes Steve being a complete and utter twat. That being said. Whoa boy did you guys hit me with a bunch of inspiration! Let me tell you, I changed up some future plot points, and came up with great ideas and while that was great, I got no inspiration for the episode I'm currently on. I think I have what I want to write for that episode, but I'm also in the middle of exams right now and have no time to write. I'm working on it though. I promise. Anyway… see you guys on Friday!

Chapter 46

Catherine was livid. She had every right to be. It wasn't Rowan's fault she was in this situation. It was Steve's. Steve and his inability to let her go. Okay, that wasn't entirely true. Rowan didn't have to lie. She didn't have to call Wo Fat, she didn't have to keep talking to him, especially since she could see what it was doing to Steve. Everyone could see what it was doing to Steve. And after everything she had just witnessed he had the nerve to ask her to help him. To ask for yet another favour.

As if his arch nemesis hadn't announced to the whole office that Steve had a P.I. following Rowan around. As if Catherine wasn't going to chew him out for that when they got home.

Actually, she wasn't sure if she would. She didn't want to put more strain on them, not when she had been doing everything possible to just keep him from drifting even farther. She had started using Rowan's shampoo, she had gone looking for the perfume Rowan wore, which was impossible to find unless Catherine asked her herself, which she was not going to do. She even tried to make breakfast the way Rowan did. She couldn't quite get the pancakes right, but Steve always ate them. But nothing he did for her was with the same gusto he used for Rowan.

"So how does this work?" Savannah asked as Catherine stalked away from the Five-0 office where they were officially debugging Rowan's phone so she could be officially discharged. She still couldn't believe that Steve had had the audacity to ask her for another favour, and she still couldn't believe that she was actually going to do it for him.

"He'll tell me it means nothing. He'll tell me he feels responsible for her. That he had no choice because he didn't trust her or Wo Fat, and because he was right, I can't call him delusional. And then he'll blink his big baby blue eyes at me and I'll decide to forgive him even though I shouldn't," Catherine said automatically.

"I meant about the map," Savannah clarified and Catherine felt herself go a pink color. Well wasn't that just the most embarrassing thing to have happened? On top of everything else that had just happened too.

Still Catherine cleared her throat and tried to salvage her pride. "Well, sometimes—actually a lot of the times—Commander McGarrett will ask for help. And he usually repays me in breakfast or dinner. It's kind of like a little game that we play," she said.

"Using military resources to help a friend. Uh, isn't that risky?" Savannah asked. She purposely didn't call her Steve's girlfriend which hurt because she knew she was. But after that scene in the Five-0 headquarters she got why she had been demoted.

"Uh, well, Steve and my CO go way back, so he cuts him some slack," she answered primly.

"Well what about your history with Rowan and Steve?" Savannah asked. "Can you tell us about that?"

Catherine bristled there was no Rowan and Steve. Not anymore. Why was everyone still referring to them as if they were a couple?

"I don't know what you mean," Catherine snapped.

"We'll you're Steve's girlfriend, right?" Savannah asked. "How does Rowan fit into the picture?"

"Uh, why does that matter?" she shot back acutely aware that a camera was following her

"Just… America wants to know," Savannah answered with the shrug.

"Well it's none of America's business," Catherine replied with a shaky smile. "Now if you don't mind I have a phone call to make that's none of America's business as well."

As she rushed away from the camera she tried to calm herself down with a few deep breaths. God. Steve was going to get when she got him alone.

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Engraving plates. This was all about 100 dollar engraving plates that Roger Carson, or his real name Gary Ray Percy, had stolen from his old job at the Bureau of Engraving & Printing.

Wo Fat and the Russian mob wanted those plates. Even though Catherine was mad at him she still did him a favour and found him a place to start looking. Trailhead at Waimano Ridge.

They all went there, his Five-0 team and the stupid camera crew determined to follow him no matter how many times he told them to stay back. Savannah walked was one determined young woman.

They took ATVs to where the spot was. They found freshly turned dirt. Kono found Tony's body but no sign of Wo Fat yet and no plates. But he body was warm which meant that Wo Fat could not be far.

Steve found fresh tracks in the mud and while they were following them they heard the whirl of helicopter blades. A helicopter was flying over them and that could only mean one thing.

Wo Fat

"Don't let him get away!" Steve ordered and they all started shooting at it. And it worked. The helicopter went down and Steve was immediately on the move.

"Come on, move, move, move," he ordered. "Over here!"

They found the scene of the wreckage but Wo fat wasn't in the downed helicopter. There was blood on the ground and it led off it the trees. He was injured but he wasn't going to get far.

It didn't take long for Steve to find him mainly because he didn't get far. He shot at Chin, clipping him in the vest and sending him spiralling. The Five-0s retaliated by shooting a whole fuck of a lot.

Steve heard the groaning as he got closer once Wo Fat stopped shooting. He was a mess. He was covered in blood and burns. He glared up at Steve, with one good either, the other was squinted almost shut in his pain. He was obviously in agony as Steve stared down him over the barrel Noveske Rifleworks Diplomat assault rifle he had up to Wo Fat's face. Just one bullet would be enough to end this. He'd never worry about Rowan or his mother again.

"Finish it!" he ordered. And Steve wanted to. He really just wanted to put a bullet in this man. But he couldn't. He wasn't a cold-blooded killer like Wo Fat. He wasn't going to sink down to his level.

Wo Fat flopped down to the ground and started to laugh. "She was right," he said, his words chopped from the pain. "She told me this was going to happen and I didn't listen."

Steve lowered the gun and stared at him in disbelief. "Rowan told you about this?" he asked.

Wo Fat grunted again, turning back into the little stream he had landed again, using a giant rock to pull himself just a little farther away from Steve. "She agreed to go to Japan with me," Wo Fat told him. "Did you know that? If I had gotten her on that boat, if I had just been a bit faster, both of us would have been gone. You never would have seen her again."

Steve felt that anger return. The gun in his hands raised again. Rowan wouldn't have left him. Not for Wo Fat. And he didn't believe that Rowan would use her visions to help Wo Fat either. No, her visions had always been for Steve. She wouldn't do that to him. She wouldn't betray him like that. She just wouldn't.

The gun shook in his hand. He wanted so desperately to shoot him, but he took in the smirk on what was left of Wo Fat's face and knew he was goading him. Lying to him to get him to finish it. Well Steve wasn't going to fall for that.

He walked away before he could do anything dire, already there were sirens in the air. They'd be getting Wo Fat out of this valley and to the hospital as quickly as possible and Steve would be going with him.

And he did just that. He rode up front in the Ambulance. He ignored the pain Wo Fat seemed to be in, crying out at every bump until the EMTs gave him something for the pain. He clung to the memory of the last time he was in an ambulance and how that had been entirely Wo Fat's fault.

When they got to the hospital he hopped out and immediately started spitting out orders to whoever was listening to him.

"He gets his own floor. I want a full security lockdown and guns on every exit. Nobody gets in or out without my approval," he growled. He watched them rush Wo Fat away who was in critical condition. He had no idea that Savannah was still with him until he heard her ask: "Commander McGarrett is he gonna make it?"

Steve turned around and hoped that she didn't see any of the raw anger playing across his face. "I don't care," he told her and he meant it. He meant every word.

It wouldn't be until the episode aired that Steve would notice a familiar face in the crowd following Wo Fat as he was taken into the hospital. An inconspicuous red-head with a familiar blue sling.

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Rowan stuck her head into the hospital room and looked at Wo Fat. She wanted to say he looked fine, but he didn't. His whole torso was covered in gauze and his head was wrapped as was half of his face.

She knew that he was covered in burns. Burns that would scar. Burns she had warned him about. Burns she dreamed about and had just known the second he had got them in the real world.

"Hey there, Two-Face," she said with what she hoped was a grin. "If you can, you should audition for the next Batman movie. You'll land the part for sure."

"I don't know that reference," Wo Fat said to her quietly and she winced. Oh dear.

She came into the room and sat down on the foot of his bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Hot," he said. "It feels like the fire is still under my skin… Why are you here Rowan?"

Rowan looked away. He was right, why was she here? She didn't owe him anything. And if Steve found her here, he'd flip out.

"Why did you shoot me?" she shot back. "You went on about how you wanted to keep me safe. That you wanted to take me to Japan with you. Then you just up and shot me. Why? Just to hurt Steve? Is that all this was? Some way to hurt Steve?"

Wo Fat looked away from her. "No. I… I shot you because I had to," he said. "I had to Rowan, I had no choice."

"You had plenty of choices. You chose to put a bullet in me!" she cried

"No, I didn't. McGarrett was closing in and I knew I wouldn't get away with you, and I dallied so long that I wouldn't get away on my own either. I took a gamble, I'll admit it, but I saw the way he looked at you. I took a calculated risk assuming he'd forget about me if I put you in enough peril. But I was right."

"You shot me to escape?!" she shouted. "I told you I'd lie for you! I would have given him the wrong info, I wasn't lying."

"But it wouldn't have been enough," Wo Fat argued. "I needed the whole team distracted."

Rowan huffed. "Distraction. I nearly died for a distraction."

"I regretted it," he whispered. "I thought hitting your shoulder wouldn't damage you as badly as it did. But I hit something vital without knowing. When I heard what happened I had to come see you, I had to make sure you'd pull through. For the first time in my life I was wracked with guilt and drowning in it."

"I could have died, Wo," she whispered.

"Yes, you tried really hard to die, didn't you Rowan?" Wo Fat said. "But you pulled through."

"And I can't move my arm," Rowan reminded him.

"Only because you don't want to right now," he said. "And that's fine. It'll start working when you need it to."

Rowan nodded as the two lapsed into silence. "Are you really sorry?" she asked.

"I'm sorry about a lot of things. I'm sorry I tried to keep you. I'm sorry I didn't just give you back to McGarrett. I'm sorry I'm part of the reason you and McGarrett aren't together and you're unhappy because of it. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you about the helicopter. I'm sorry I'm going to go to jail and not be able to look out for you. I've never been sorry before, I've never had regrets tied to something I had done or directly cause. It's foreign and strange but I'm think I truly am sorry for what I did to you," he said.

Rowan took all of that in. She stared at him. She was sure some of that was true. He was definitely probably most affected by the fact that he was going to go to prison. But maybe he was also sorry for everything he had done for her too.

"How do I know any of that's true?" she asked. "How do I know you're not just saying all of that to make me feel better?"

"What would I gain from that, Rowan?" he shot back. "It doesn't change what I did. It doesn't change how mad you have every right to be at me. I know I don't feel emotions the right way, I know it, I see it. But you, you opened up this whole different door. I feel a lot of things I haven't' felt before, or in a very long time."

"Like what?" she asked leaning forward and resting her elbows on the bed so she could rest her chin on her palms.

"Uh… love. Real love. Not lust. Or like. But the kind of love someone would feel for a family member. I truly think that you could betray me to McGarrett and I wouldn't care. Okay, I'd care, but it wouldn't end the same way it would for someone else. I'd probably yell at you and hen forgive you," he answered.

He liked her as a sister. "You know I told Steve where you'd be right?" she asked.

"Yes, you mentioned in the first phone call," he said. "But… uh… I forgave you. I knew you didn't do it to hurt me. You did it to get him to leave you alone."

"Okay, good," she said. "What else?"

"What else? Oh, what else do I feel…" he murmured to himself. "Uh… well regret is new as is the guilt I suddenly feel. I've also never done something solely for someone else before. Everything has always directly benefited me, but following you around the island didn't directly benefit me in anyway other then I felt a little less guilty."

"You should feel guilty, you shot me!" Rowan reminded him and Wo Fat almost half smiled at her.

"Yes, I know, Rowan, I was there," he reminded her right back. "I do believe I said sorry for that. I don't deserve forgiveness of course, but I think… I'm kinda new to this, but I'm pretty sure I'm sufficiently sorry for what I did to you. If I could go back, I wouldn't. I'd change it if I could."

Rowan smiled at him. Wow, really? She taught a sociopath the meaning of guilt. That was pretty damn impressive. "Alright. I guess you're forgiven," she said to him and his eyes whipped back to her. Rowan pointed a stern finger in his direction. "But you owe me so many favours. You got me? SO MANY!"

Wo Fat broke out in a giant smile. And not his evil vicious one either, an actual proper boyish smile. It actually made him look more presentable, a little less like a villain and more like a real person.

"Starting with… you have to watch this movie with me," she said moving so she was now sitting beside him, pressed into his side like when they used to watch movies at his compound. She pulled a laptop out of her bag.

"It's not one of those princess movies is it?" he asked with a suspicious look on his face.

"No, no, it's a reboot of a classical musical," she said with a cheeky grin. She already knew he wasn't going to like it. But he deserved a little bit of musical torture.

"Ugh… does that mean more singing?" he asked.

Rowan smiled to him and he groaned again, but he rested his cheek against the top of her head and said nothing as she started the movie.

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Steve walked through the hospital corridors feeling elated. He had finally caught Wo Fat. Finally! And this time he wasn't going to let Wo Fat escape. He'd go to prison. His mother and Rowan would both be safe from the threat of his presence.

He was ready to taunt him. To look into the man's face and have him know that Steve had won this game of theirs. Wo Fat hadn't broken him, hadn't outsmarted him, and hadn't got the girl. To be fair, neither did Steve, but Rowan had practically turned Wo Fat in, he was pretty sure she was on his side and not Wo Fat's.

But he stopped short of actually walking in when he saw who was in the Wo Fat's room with him. How did she get by the whole floor of Swat and the two guards at the door? Did they just let her in? And did she have to be cuddled up to his side? What the hell was happening?

Steve couldn't understand what he was staring at. For starters, he didn't understand why Rowan had come to see him. And he didn't understand how any conversation could lead her to falling asleep beside the man who shot her cuddled into him as if he were her boyfriend. Lastly, the way Wo Fat was also curled up into her, his cheek resting against her hair, his arm, though still cuffed, loosely draped over her shoulder.

They looked like a couple. And this wasn't even the guy she was dating. Wo Fat must have sensed him there because after a few seconds of staring at them with his chest heaving and his heart burning with a jealous anger Wo Fat's eyes opened up. He was staring at Steve, the smirk on his face nothing short of diabolical. Like he knew what this was doing to Steve, like he planned it somehow.

Steve backed away. He couldn't bear to see it. It got worse when he heard the soft singing. Not Rowan's but Wo Fat's. The hairs on the back of his neck raised up, it sounded so soft and sincere that it couldn't possibly be true. And the lyrics made it ten times worse.

Who am I, now that my armour's gone? You gave me what I didn't know I needed. Who am I, now that my heart is won? I didn't know I need... anyone.

The singing must have woken Rowan up because all of a sudden, her head tilted upwards towards Wo and she was singing the chorus with him.

But I've got today, I've got to make the best I can of it. 'Cause yesterday is dead and gone and me along with it. I want to start again, so I'll look within remember what I wanted. 'Cause I don't know who I've become but I will trust in it.

This needed to stop. This needed to never happen again. He looked to the two guards and asked a simple question in a hushed voice. "How long has she been here?"

"About three hours now," the officer said. "It seemed harmless enough."

Steve shook his head. This was starting to get ridiculous. Why was she doing this to him? What had Wo Fat done to her? This really had to be Stockholm syndrome. It had to be, there was no other explanation for this. He'd deal with this. He'd make sure it wouldn't happen ever again.

"And you said you hated that movie," Rowan said jolting Steve out of his angry thoughts and reminded him that he needed her out of the goddamn hospital room.

"Kay, well I better go. I'll try to visit you tomorrow," she said.

"No. No you won't," Steve said finally forcing himself into the room. Rowan turned completely startled, her blue eyes wide with surprise, her cheeks red with what he hoped was shame.

"Steve…" she started but he raised a hand to stop her.

"This stops now," he said. "He's getting transferred out of here as soon as possible, and I'd prefer that you don't commit treason by spending time with the convicted criminal that shot you."

"Treason?" Rowan echoed. "Who the hell am I committing treason against?"

"I think he means treason against him," Wo Fat said. "Isn't that right Commander?"

Steve glared at him. How dare he? How dare he question him in front of Rowan? How dare he be right!

Rowan turned back to him. "Steve don't be ridiculous. It isn't treason against you. It has nothing to do with you, remember?"

Well he disagreed. Wo Fat was his nemesis so this had everything to do with him. Especially since Steve was certain that all of this started so Wo Fat could cause the most amount of damage to him.

"Rowan, go home," he snapped. Rowan rolled her eyes but gathered her things, hugged Wo Fat good-bye despite that Steve was glaring daggers at her and then moved to walk past him.

Steve was so angry that he had to unclench his jaw to add: "And you will not be allowed to visit him again, do you understand?"

Rowan turned to him, her eyes a hardened steel blue he had never seen before. "Just try and stop me," she growled and then walked away.

Steve turned back to Wo Fat. He saw the lazy smile on his face. There were so many things he wanted to say but he knew if he stayed here, staring at Wo Fat's smug face, he knew he'd do something he'd regret.

But as he turned his back on him to tell everyone on this floor that under no circumstances was Rowan allowed back on this floor he heard Wo Fat call out to him. And his words made his blood run hot with a jealous anger.

You may have won this battle. But it looks like I've won the girl.