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A/N: I'M WRITING A FANFICTION ABOUT A MURDER MYSTERY SHOW SOME SHADY SHIT IS GONNA GO DOWN Y'ALL. How's that for a disclaimer. I like it. I feel like it covers everything. Cause… like... this sucker is already a good 600 pages long with all the extra shit I've written for the future and I am not about to comb through all of that to find what might trigger people cause like… anything can trigger anyone. So I'll just put that up every chapter. Sound good? Yeah? Good. No? Suck it up butter cup. In all seriousness tho… Guest reviewer who got triggered last time, this chapter may trigger you too so watch out for that, in fact the next few chapters are probably going to bug you. But the point to take is that she is fighting back and not letting Steve intimidate her. I have some mojo back, not a lot of it, but it's coming back slowly but surely. Keep hitting me up with ideas though, love hearing your ideas and what not. Peace out till next Friday! TWELVE MORE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS ONE SHOTS!

P.S.: HEY JP, So I have a Christmas past story I think you like and a Christmas future, but what kinda Christmas Present story would you like? Anything in particular you wanna see? Cause I'm kinda stuck with it.

Chapter 47

Rowan skipped out of the elevator, her box of cupcakes held steady in her hands. She smiled up to the Captain of the S.W.A.T. team on Wo Fat's floor and offered up the box. Sam and her had a great thing going. She baked him up whatever they wanted and in return they let her visit Wo Fat and didn't tell Steve that she did.

"As promised. Chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter frosting," she said with a big grin. "Enough for everyone on the floor."

"Oh wonderful, Miss. Pierce," he said. "Well, we have another request. It's Patrick's birthday next week. He'd like to request strawberry vanilla cupcakes."

"Done," Rowan said. "Just so long as Commander McGarrett doesn't find out I was here."

"Agreed," Sam said with a stiff nod. "Remember, if we whistle. Hide."

Rowan nodded quickly and then scampered off to where Wo Fat was waiting for her. Or, well, acting like he wasn't waiting for her. Rowan found him in his bed still handcuffed, staring off at the window almost longingly as if he wasn't just staring at the door. She knew he had been but she'd let him have it. The S.W.A.T. guys were always clear that he stared at the door all day long until she showed up. But she never let him know that she knew that.

"Hey there!" she said. "Bird watching?"

Wo Fat turned to her a small smile forming on his lips. It had been two weeks since he had been caught. Two weeks since she had convinced the S.W.A.T guys on the floor to let her keep coming despite Steve's strictest of orders. Two weeks of subterfuge, of hiding in stairwells and hospital closets. Two weeks of movies and singing songs.

Two weeks of physio therapy finally showing some sort of progress. She could move some fingers. Couldn't move the whole arm yet. But it was getting there. She was finally getting better.

"Yep, saw myself a macaw," he said. Rowan laughed and that earned him a laugh.

"Macaw's aren't an indigenous species, silly," she said.

"I saw a multi coloured something fly past my window. I'm counting it," Wo Fat said with a shrug.

"By that logic it could have been anything. A hat, a scarf, or piece of paper," Rowan told him.

Wo Fat shook his head. "I don't care I'm counting it. Write it in my book for me," he ordered and Rowan laughed and pretended to write it down on an imaginary book. When he too was laughing and wincing in pain, because the act of laughing wrinkled the burned skin on the charred half face, she bent over to get her purse.

She pulled out a small container and smiled widely at him. "Guess what I managed to save you?"

His eyes found the container and then he rolled them at her. "Ugh, Rowan not another cupcake," he groaned.

Regardless Rowan opened up the container and showed him what she had made. "But it's a mini cupcake," she said. "The perfect size for you."

Wo Fat stared at the small cupcake in her hands and then sighed. "Fine," he said and then opened his mouth.

With his hands cuffed she had to feed him. He hated it when the nurses did it but not so much when Rowan did. That was why she tried to be there every day for at least one meal, but she had to be on the floor when her S.W.A.T guys were there, if she got a different set of guys on the shift they wouldn't let her on the floor and then they'd tell Steve she was there.

Rowan peeled the wrapper off the cupcake and then popped it into his mouth. She waited patiently as he chewed the cupcake and then cocked her head to the side waiting for his review.

"What do you think?" she asked reaching for the drink of water that was left on the bedside table beside him. She let him sip from the straw.

"It's good," he said. "Chocolate and peanut butter. It's a good mix."

Rowan gave him a sly smile. "You didn't like it."

"I've told you. Over and over again. I don't like sweet things," he said. He must have seen her face fall for he suddenly added: "But for a sweet thing it tasted pretty good."

Rowan smiled again. She knew he didn't like them, that was why she made him smaller ones. And even though he never wanted to try her baked goods, he still ate whatever she offered.

"Any news on your release date?" she asked him as she went about pulling her laptop out of her bag.

"As soon as it's safe to move me," he whispered. Ah, so whenever his burns healed enough so that they didn't open again when they moved him.

"I'm going to be in maximum security," he added. "After they move me you won't see me again."

"Oh, don't be silly. Prison or no prison. I'll still visit you," Rowan assured him. She settled in beside him like she usually did. His good arm moving slightly to rest up on her shoulders.

"Maximum security means no visitors," he said softly. She was learning things about him. She learned about his mannerisms and which certain motions meant what. She had learned that when he was nervous about something, or was unsure, he spoke in a softer voice than usual.

"And a S.W.A.T. team was supposed to keep visitors out too," she reminded him. "I'm a determined young lady. There ain't nothing I can't do if I put my mind to it."

"Except win the heart of a certain Commander," Wo Fat said with a teasing grin. Rowan froze immediately. Everything in her came to a standstill. He didn't mean it to be mean. He meant it as a joke. But it didn't feel like it. It hit a raw nerve in her. One that left her in a burning pain.

"I didn't mean that," he said after a few seconds of silence "I didn't mean it like that. It was supposed to be funny."

Rowan shot him a dry glare. "You're not funny."

Wo Fat smile at her. "I'm hilarious. You just don't get my jokes."

Rowan shook her head at him. "Speaking of your Commander. He stopped by yesterday," he said and Rowan found herself frozen again. She couldn't even log into her Netflix account if she tried. "He asked me a lot of questions. About you."

"Me?" Rowan echoed. "What did he want to know about me?"

"How much money I gave you. Why I kept you. Why I hung around. Did I know that you betrayed me? That sort of thing," Wo Fat answered absently. "I think he was trying to gloat."

"I didn't betray you," she muttered. "I mean… I told him how to find the plates. But I warned you about it right after. Besides, you know I don't like it when you ask me to pick sides."

"I haven't asked you to pick sides. I was merely reiterating what your Commander said to me," he said. He watched her log into Netflix and then turned to her. "What are we watching today? It's not a Disney movie is it?"

"No, no, I figured we could binge watch a TV show," she said. "I was thinking Supernatural!"

"Is that the one with the gay angel?" he asked.

"Well, we haven't got definitive proof he's gay… but yes, that's the one," she said.

Wo Fat frowned and sunk back into the pillows. She had so many down pillows that she had brought him some to help him sleep better. Steve had yet to notice.

"Ugh, I hate that show," he muttered.

A shrill whistle of a quick tune hit the air and Rowan threw herself off of the bed. She picked up everything and rushed immediately to the washroom Wo Fat wasn't allowed to use but was attached to his private suite anyway and shut the door quietly. Not two seconds later Steve walked in the door.

He and Wo Fat had a bit of a staring contest.

"Is there something you want to say, Commander?" Wo Fat asked. His voice an acidic sneer and nothing like the tone he used with her.

"You're looking cozy," Steve said with a hint of malicious dripping from his voice. He moved closer to his bed. "Those are some nice pillows."

"I suppose. They're just hospital pillows," Wo Fat said. Steve snatched a pillow out from behind him and then took a good long look at it. He found the tag, read it and showed it to Wo Fat.

"The hospital has down pillows now?" Steve asked.

Wo Fat shrugged. "I guess they just wanted me to be comfortable."

"Uh-huh," Steve said carefully. "Look. I know she's still coming to visit you."

Wo Fat glared at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me," Steve snapped. "I know all about her visits. I know all about the movie dates and the baking."

"She's not baking for me," Wo Fat snapped and Steve let out a string of dry laughs.

"Yeah. I know. I know that she's used cupcakes to convince the S.W.A.T. team to let her in. But they're being disbanded and put on separate shifts. You're not going to see her again. Do you hear me?" Steve growled.

"I'm not bringing her here," Wo Fat told him. "If you have problem with her visiting you should speak to her."

"Yes, and when someone tells me where she is, I'll talk to her about it," Steve told him. Rowan immediately began to root through her bag. She knew what he was talking about. Someone was tracking her phone. That bastard. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why was he still trying to control her life? To be fair, she did promise to not visit Wo Fat anymore. She had sworn up and down that she and him weren't in contact, that she was suffering from any sort of Stockholm. But maybe she was because she was still here, she still felt obligated to come see him and if she closed her eyes sometimes, she was certain she was back home with her brother and not with Wo Fat.

She practically lunged for her bag, struggling to get her phone out and turn it off. Wo Fat was arguing with Steve about how it's none of his business what she was up to, and at this rate he'd drive her away.

"Do you track her often?" Wo Fat asked. "That may be why she runs from you, McGarrett."

"I don't need advice from the man who shot her," Steve growled, he was pacing back and forth. He was so full of energy, why was he so jazzed up? Had something happened? Did he have a case? If so why was he here then?

"Yes… except she forgave me…"

Rowan watched through the crack in the doorway as Steve came to a halt at the foot of Wo Fat's bed. His whole body went rigid as if the words Wo Fat had thrown at him had solidified him.

"She what?" Steve asked, his voice strained his jaw clenched.

"She forgave me," Wo Fat repeated as if it were nothing of consequence to him.

"There is no way in hell that she forgave you," Steve suddenly thundered. "She's not that stupid… she's not…"

His phone beeped and Steve trailed off as he stared at the screen. "…She's in the building."

Rowan winced. Oh god. He knew. Damn whoever traced her phone, didn't they know that they weren't supposed to. Kono had specifically told her that they refused to trace her or post uniforms to follow her around because it was enabling Steve's controlling nature. Well… someone didn't get the memo.

"She's either on her way up or already here. Her phone's offline now though…" Steve said trailing off once more. He turned towards the door his eyes narrowed and Rowan backed away.

Maybe she could throw herself out of the small window? No, they were four floors up, she'd kill herself.

The door snapped open and Rowan looked up to Steve's angry face. "Uh… I do believe I took a wrong turn from therapy…"

Steve surged forward and grabbed her good arm. "This is absolutely ridiculous, Rowan," he growled as he dragged her away from the bathroom.

"Wait… wait… wait… my stuff," she said. Steve let her go and let her rush back to the washroom. She picked up her purse, found the container with the extra cupcakes and then joined Steve back out in the room.

She offered out the container. "I have extras do you want one?" she asked.

Steve's lip curled up in anger but he still snatched the container out of her hands and glared at her while he opened it. "Why are you here?" he asked her. "Why do you insist on visiting him?"

"Well… everyone deserves to have visitors…." She started because she didn't know how to tell him the truth without him taking it personally.

"ROWAN?!" he suddenly shouted. He shoved he container back at her, practically inhaled his cupcake and then turned his eyes up to her again. There was so much pain in those baby blue eyes that it took her breath away.

She looked away, unable to hold his gaze. "I… I just… I just… I like visiting him."

"You like… You…" Steve stuttered. He groaned loudly as if just trying to say the same words was painful to him. "Where the hell is your boyfriend? Huh?"

"Right here," Alex said appearing in the doorway. Steve turned, Rowan caught Wo Fat rolling his eyes. He didn't like Alex, he liked it even less when there were lots of people in his room.

Alex leant past Steve, raised a hand in greeting and said: "What's up Crispy?" to Wo who scowled at him.

Wo Fat turned his dry glare to her. "Rowan," he growled.

"Alex, you know Wo Fat doesn't like it when you call him Crispy," she reminded him, her tone less than serious.

Alex shot her a look that conveyed almost the exact same tone. "Well I definitely can't call him Lightly-Toasted."

Wo Fat turned his exasperated look to Steve and said: "Yeah, if you want to issue a restraining order on them, I will fill out any form I have to."

Steve just glared at him before he turned back to Alex that glare not lightening at all. "Why the hell are you letting her come here? Huh? What the hell are you thinking?"

Alex crossed his arm over his chest. He took a long look at Rowan as if assessing her. He glanced to Wo Fat who also glared at him and then back to Steve a slow smile leisurely appearing on his lips.

"Wow, it really bugs you huh?" Alex shot back. Steve took half a step forward. Alex raised his hands in surrender. "Geeze, no need to deck me again."

"Again?" Rowan echoed.

"I'll tell you about it at home, okay?" he said being sure to put as much emphasis on the word home as he could. He then turned a strange sort of smirk back on Steve. "I let her come here because she's happier when she sees him. He makes her feel better, he's been helping her progress with her mobility and she bakes so much now that I just feel like the pros outweigh the cons."

Steve fell quiet. His blue eyes would have been probing hers if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't look him in the eye.

"Baking's that good huh?" Steve answered softly. As if he hadn't just tried one of her cupcakes.

"Oh, hell yeah. I'm gonna put on so much weight cause of her baking. It's a good thing she takes most of it here or we'd have problems," he said. He then slung an arm around her shoulder, tugged her to his side and put his mouth right by her ear to whisper: "Right babe?"

Rowan giggled because it tickled. Had she been watching she would have seen the way Steve's face contorted in pain and how Wo Fat's face contorted in disgust, like he was going to throw up.

"Still accepting those envelopes of money?" Steve snapped.

Alex blinked his eyes, he seemed surprised but he showed no signs of guilt. "Look, I get it, you know. But the guy was dropping off thousands at a time nd the life of the nurse isn't as cushy. Rowan didn't want it and even though she had medical bills to pay and no job… yet," he explained. He then looked at Rowan. "Yet. You don't have a job yet. I know you'll get one. Maybe at a bakery cause you're so damn good at baking."

Her medical bills. Fuck that's right. He kicked her off the Five-0 health insurance at Catherine's explicit demand and a little bit because he was angry and wanted to punish her. He cleared his throat and pinned them both with a dry glare.

"Okay. Since neither of you will see reason, I'm going to help you out okay?" Steve said. "If I catch you here again Rowan, I'm going to have you arrested. You got it?"

"Arrest me for what?" Rowan shot back, her one good hand on her hip. As if for symmetry Alex put his other hand on his hip and glared with indignation up at him.

"I don't know… criminal association? Fuck. I'll find something!" Steve shouted. "Now get out!"

Rowan stepped away from him. She skirted around him ignoring the way his eyes followed her. She kissed Wo Fat's cheek softly before whispering: "Don't worry I'll see you tomorrow."

Once she got back to the door, she gripped Alex's hand tightly and let him lead her out of the room. She walked away from Steve trying very hard not to turn back to look at him as she left, trying very hard not to feel his gaze on the back of her neck. But she felt it quivering through her skin and tingling up her spine.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Steve watched Rowan leave his stomach twisting with jealous anger. She wasn't even on the elevator before Wo Fat suddenly growled.

"God that boy is a tool."

Steve turned back to him he assessed the seriousness of Wo Fat's face and determined that he actually did dislike Rowan's boyfriend. Well that was one thing the two of them had in common. But why did he hate Alex? What possible reason? Other then his ridiculous nickname for him. Though if it bugged him that much best believe Steve would be calling him Crispy more often.

"I don't know what's going on with you two, but it needs to stop," Steve growled. "It's not healthy."

"Yes, because your obsession with her is a shining example of healthy," Wo Fat shot back. Steve held his glare, he wasn't going to dignify that with a response. He just wasn't. "I know what's really bothering you."

"No, you don't."

"I do," Wo Fat urged. "You're mad because you think she picked me over you. But the only one asking her to choose is you. She likes us both equally. Well that's not quite true. She likes us in completely different ways."

"What are you talking about?" Steve snapped.

"I take it you don't talk to her, do you?" Wo Fat asked. "I mean, really talk to her."

"I'm not talking to you about this," Steve snapped. "I want to know about Doris. What is going on with you and Doris."

"Rowan talks to me," Wo Fat continued. "She tells me things. Lots of things."

"Stop it."

"I know lots of things about her. I know where she came from. I know all about her family. Her favourite… well everything. She has a lot of favourites. But most importantly, I know that she wishes you had…"

"SHUT UP!" Steve thundered finally losing it.

Wo Fat just stared at him calmly. "Now, now Steve. Keep carrying on like that and someone might think you've grown to care about her. Wouldn't want everyone to know your weakness… now would you?"

Steve froze. Had that been a threat? Was he really threatening him over Rowan? As if he couldn't use Rowan against Wo Fat too?

"You're getting moved," Steve growled. "As of tomorrow, you're getting transferred to Halawa. I'm going to make sure that she misses that transfer. No good-bye. No hugs. Nothing. You're going to prison where she will not be allowed in to visit you."

He didn't care if he was being cruel. He didn't care if Rowan was upset or if she missed him. She shouldn't miss him. She shouldn't be upset. But he knew she would be and he'd take that argument on the chin. At least they'd be talking.

"I'm not dealing with this anymore. This ends now," Steve growled. "Now tell me about Doris."

"Why should I?" Wo Fat shot back. "You're not making it worth my while."

Steve growled with anger. He knew what Wo Fat was angling for. But it wasn't happening. He wasn't giving up Rowan for info about his mother.

"Enjoy your solitude," Steve snarled and then walked out. He was finally certain he knew what was going on between Rowan and Wo Fat.

They had to be in love. It was the only answer.

And it was an answer that killed him inside.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Steve came in the early hours to transfer him. Which meant he had gone to the Governor right after leaving the hospital the day before, after making sure that both Alex and Rowan were no longer in the building, and then demanded that they move Wo Fat as soon as possible. Guards wearing a lot more Kevlar then was warranted released him from the bed and then handcuffed him to McGarrett. Even though his doctor seemed to be against it, McGarrett had orders straight from the Governor. Which meant, no one could argue with him.

Quite Petty.

But it proved something. Steven McGarrett still wanted Rowan. And since Wo Fat knew that Rowan also still wanted Steve, he figured he could use this to his advantage. Well, not his advantage, Rowan's. He was quite invested in her happiness, for some reason. He couldn't quite turn his empathy for her off like he had done with everyone and everything else.

Wo Fat was put in a wheelchair and wheeled down, awkwardly mind you, as he had to hold his arm up as he was still cuffed to Steve. When they got to the great big truck he'd be transported in, Steve uncuffed him and handed him up to the lead of the S.W.A.T. team, a man he recognized. Sam, who wore a strange smile on his face as he pulled Wo Fat up into the back of the truck, said absolutely nothing to McGarrett. There was something behind him, hidden by the bulk of his body and pressed into the shadows of the back. Once Wo Fat was up in the truck, he could see exactly who it was.

As soon as the truck door closed behind him Rowan stepped forward, sitting down across from Wo Fat a small smile on her face.

"So, like… I guess I'm going to prison."

Sam laughed. "Naw, once he realizes you're back here, I'm sure he'll let you go."

Wo Fat smiled at Rowan. He remembered Steve's threat. He wondered if Rowan was worried, though if she was why the hell was she in the back of a transport truck?

"You know. If he's getting too angry with you, just give him a hug," Wo Fat told her. The truck started moving and they lurched a bit. "Guaranteed he'll stop in his tracks."

"You don't know that," Rowan answered. Okay, so maybe he didn't know for certain but he was almost 90% sure that if Rowan were to hug Steve he'd forget to arrest her, the boy would probably forget to breathe.

Rowan got up, quickly trying to taking the seat beside him, the truck helping her get there by turning just as she stood. Wo Fat, who should have been handcuffed but wasn't, lifted his injured arm and caught her with his injured side. He felt his scars reopen but he didn't care, at least she didn't go face first into the metal wall.

"Are you okay?" Rowan asked him and he grinned through the pain and watched as she sat down.

"I gotta know how you swung this, Rowan," he found himself saying. She could be a criminal genius if she chose to, honestly. She was more resourceful than him.

"Oh, well the nurses told Alex that you were getting moved early. Probably cause of me, sorry about that," she said softly. She lowered her eyes like she expected him to be mad at her but he wasn't mad. It was inevitable. "Once I knew that, I called Sam and asked what I had to do to see you before I left and we came up with a deal."

"She's going to cater my kid's birthday party next week, and in return I put her in the truck. I'm honestly surprised he had no idea you were here, I mean, I get that he didn't see you behind me, but the guy's walked onto his floor and just sensed that you were near-by. It's scary," Sam told them.

Wo Fat turned back to her. "You didn't have to, you know. I would have understood," he said to her.

Rowan answered him by hugging him. The first one since the night of her assault. He pressed into it. Desperate for her contact, the last he'd probably get for a very long time.

"Not everyone's like Doris," she whispered into his gauze covered ear. "Not everyone's out to use and abuse you."

Wo Fat hugged her tightly. As tightly as he could. Since Doris had exited his life he hadn't had anyone willing to be there for him, willing to take care of him and support him. He had been on his own for such a long time that he didn't realize that he was starved for human contact until he had met Rowan.

"It may take a while, but I'm going to try to visit you in Halawa too," she told him. Wo Fat found himself chuckling. She really was too good to him.

"I think, maybe, it might be better if you don't," he told her. "It's putting a lot of strain on you and McGarrett."

Rowan winced a bit but she put on a brave face and said: "Well I'm trying to get over him so if it puts some strain who cares?"

"I'll care if he arrests you when I'm not able to break you out," he shot back.

"You'd break me out of the Iolani Palace?" she asked sounded sincerely sounding surprised. As if he'd leave her there. As if she wasn't used to having someone that dedicated to her. As if Steve hadn't already stormed Halawa to get her and Chin Ho Kelly.

"The Palace, Prison, HPD Head Quarters, Guantanamo Bay," he listed. "Wouldn't matter who took you, I'd get you back and raze them to the ground."

"Awww, that's so sweet," she said pressing her hand to her chest as if his words had pierced her in the heart.

God he'd miss her when he was on the inside.

"You two are fucked, you know that?" Sam asked and that had both of them laughing again.

For the rest of the ride Rowan rested her head gently against his injured shoulder signing show tunes that he hummed along with. He refused to flat out sing with her with someone else in the truck with them. He wanted no one to know that he was down to sign duets with a girl who only sang Disney songs and musicals.

When the truck came to a stop, he felt the apprehension settle in his stomach. There were no words to describe how much he didn't want to go in prison. There were no words to describe how worried he was that there would be no one to watch Rowan. He knew, once he was inside, she'd only have Steve's P.I. following her… and Doris's and all the Five-0s that were sporadically checking in on her. Okay, so maybe she wouldn't be entirely on her own but he didn't trust these people. He didn't trust anyone except himself. And her. Oddly enough.

The door opened and though the morning light was streaming in, Wo Fat couldn't really see outside of it. But he could clearly hear Steve.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Hi Steve," Rowan said in a saccharine sweet voice. Wo Fat found himself snickering to himself no matter how worried and apprehensive he was about the whole prison venture he was about to embark on.

"But... what… how… why?" Steve stuttered, groaning his last word at her.

Rowan stood up, she offered him her good hand which he took without hesitation and helped her out of the truck. "You didn't notice I was in there. You shut the door before I could get out."

Poor Steve looked so exasperated. Rowan sounded so upset about the situation that Wo Fat almost forgot that she had done this on purpose, which meant Steve probably had no idea either.

Wo Fat was handed out of the truck next, he bumped shoulders with her on the way down and managed to whisper in her ear: "Don't forget. If it gets bad give him a hug."

Steve practically shoved him away from her. He barked a few orders at the guards coming to take him into the prison. But once he was handed off Steve turned his attention back on Rowan who had waited patiently by the truck with Sam that S.W.A.T Captain.

Wo Fat could hear them as he was forced to walk away. Could hear the argument get louder. He turned back to watch them as he was processed at the gate. He saw the handcuffs in Steve's hands glinting in the morning sunlight. Fear lanced through him, Steve wouldn't actually arrest Rowan… would he?

But it never came to that. Rowan just hugged him, just like he had told her too. She had one arm around him and the other in the sling pressed between them. She rested her cheek against his chest and just stood there. Steve was frozen, unable to move. A million emotions passed over his face before the handcuffs clattered out of his hands and he returned the hug. His arms wrapped around her so tightly that Wo was worried that Rowan might not be able to breathe, and then he rested his cheek against the top of her head.

Wo Fat saw it then. Understood her constant desire to be with him. Understood Steve's relentless chase for her. Seeing them there together, seeing them embraced and how both of them seemed so much more content together, he realized that they were meant to be together but for some reason both of them were fighting it.

But what was Wo Fat to do? He didn't really want her with Steve because Steve wanted to keep them apart and the asshole had sent him to jail and was the reason he could audition for a villain in a Batman movie. Not to mention Steve had turned into a grade a jerk and a full out stalker. But he also wanted Rowan to be happy and Rowan hadn't looked that content… ever, not with him, not with Alex, not even with the other Five-0s. The look on her face was one he had never seen before and honestly it put him in a state of confusion. This wasn't his problem, he reminded himself. Rowan could figure out her love life without him.

So why did he care?