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A/N: Merry Christmas guys! Surprise, I'm posting for Christmas cause I love you! So you guys have a lot to choose from right now. We have the Rewrite surprise chapter. We have the One Shot for JP a Rewrite Christmas. The One Shot for Runningwyld which is a McDanno fic, not centred on Christmas but is part of the Christmas one-shot exchange I was doing with them. And as a little added bonus, Runningwyld did one for me (hence why we called it an exchange) please check it out, it's called A Christmas for Nahele and it is set in the Rewrite world, it's mostly to cannon because I gave her some spoilers, but it's her version/wish list of events, so GO CHECK THAT OUT! Thanks so much for Reading this story, I wish every single reader a Merry Christmas and a Happy Holidays and I'll see you guys on Friday!

Chapter 49

Glass exploded.

A phone ricocheted off of a wall, hit the ground and immediately shattered into a million pieces. Well that phone was destroyed. Silence hit the office. The happy mumbling between Danny, Chin and Kono, who were all celebrating the fact that they returned a little girl to her family, died on their lips. They all turned. Steve was in his office his chest heaving, rage painting his features.

He had gone into his office to take a call from the Governor. He had only been gone a few minutes. He had been so happy before this. But why the hell had he thrown his phone? Chin and Kono turned their eyes to Danny. They said nothing but he knew, as Steve's best friend, it was up to him to go and deal with this.

"You fucking cowards," he hissed to them which won him nothing but sarcastic smiles as they turned away from the scene.

He carefully walked around the shards of glass and knocked on Steve's door. He didn't have to, the window was shattered after all, he could have just talked to him through that but he thought it was sassier to knock on the door. Steve didn't answer to the knocking so he just opened the door and stared at him. Steve was sitting in his chair, elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands.

"Uh… wanna tell me what that was about?" Danny asked.

Steve shook his head. But Danny wasn't going to let the man smash a window with his cellular device and not tell him what the hell had happened. "Okay, so you got a call from the Governor and something he said set you off. I'm guessing the talk wasn't a congratulations for finding the girl talk huh?"

Steve looked up at Danny and he realized that Steve wasn't okay. Not even a little bit. What the fuck had the Governor said to him?

"He… uh… he apparently talked to Rowan today," he finally admitted.

Oh fucking Rowan Pierce. What the hell had she done now? Get kicked off of Hawaii? She better be dead or getting deported, otherwise he was going to make her pay for that fucking window.

"Okay… and?" Danny probed.

"The two of them came to an agreement apparently. And he's given her permission to continue to visit Wo Fat in his maximum security solitary cell. Not even outside of it. In it. I've also just been told that I am not allowed to arrest her unless I have a legitimate reason, and not the bullshit I made up today," Steve finished.

Danny sighed. "Okay… well… to be fair… we did all tell you that you shouldn't have arrested her," he told him. Steve shot him a glare and Danny stepped away from Steve's desk. "Look. I get it. It sucks. She shouldn't want to visit the man who shot her, but she does. Why the fucking Governor agrees is beyond me."

Steve said nothing, he just rested his chin in his fingers and began to tap his foot. He was bouncing that wasn't good. A bouncing, fidgeting Steve was a Steve that did something rash and stupid.

"Okay, what you need to do is calm down," Danny said, like Steve had ever listened to him before. Steve scoffed and straightened, his foot still tapping, his leg bouncing up and down even faster than before. "Here's what we're going to do. I know Kono is going over to Rowan's apartment this weekend for another baking date. I'm going to get her to ask Rowan what's going on. Okay? Is that okay?"

"What is she going to learn? Huh?" Steve asked. "What is Rowan really going to say? That she went to the Governor to spite me? To prove to me that she's going to do everything she can to stay with Wo Fat?"

"No. I was thinking we'd get some answers though. Is that not what we want?" Danny shot back.

"I don't want to put Kono in that position," Steve answered weakly.

"Don't even worry about it, spying on Rowan is the whole reason she started baking with her in the first place," Danny said waving off Steve's concerned.

"Wait… I thought you said spying on Rowan was a stalkerish thing to do," Steve reminded him.

"Now. I said you spying on Rowan was considered stalking, when we do it its cause we're concerned friends," Danny clarified. He then turned. "Yo. Kono, I got new intel for you to dig up when you go to Rowan's this weekend."

Kono turned immediately. Confusion clearly drawn up on his face. "Uh… okay?"

"Yeah, you gotta figure out what she did to get the Governor to agree to let her visit Wo Fat in prison," Danny said coming out of the room. Steve was following him, he could tell because Kono was staring at him confused before she spotted something over her shoulder and went a white color.

"Uh…."

"Steve's really curious, if you could find out that would be greatly appreciated," Danny said.

"Uh… well… I can try. But to be honest I think she's caught on to me. She's starting to look at my funny whenever I ask her questions," Kono said.

"Well… just try," Danny said. And then turned back to Steve. "Come on, let's go get dinner and drinks. You pick, I know it'll cheer you up."

He then put a soft hand to Steve's elbow and led him out of the room. He'd have to sit on Steve for the rest of the night to keep him from doing something unreasonable. It was going to be a long night for Danny. But in the morning, he was going straight to Rowan's and making her cough up money for the window.

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Rowan skipped into Wo Fat's cell, passing off the box of cookie she brought for the guards to Brian, who was letting her into the cell. She waited patiently until he was gone before she sat herself down on the cot beside him and smiled widely at him.

"I got the job!" she sung to him. "They even bought the fake name. I don't think they did a background check at all."

Wo Fat blinked his eyes at her. "Really? They hired you? With a bum arm?" he said sounding surprised. Rowan smacked his shoulder and he laughed at her. "Of course, you got the job, of course they didn't do a background check. It's a cleaning company, Rowan. They'll hire anyone."

Rowan glared at him. "I'm teasing, Rowan," he clarified. "Remember this is only phase one. You still have to find the safe."

"I'm running out of time too," she whispered.

She didn't miss Wo Fat's eye roll. "I don't see why this is your problem, Rowan," he said for the millionth time.

Rowan merely sighed and shot a dark glare in his direction. "We're not debating this again, Wo," she snapped to him. "Where would an ex-CIA operative trying to run for senate hide a stolen microfiche?"

"Probably in a safe," he answered absently digging through her bag to find whatever entertainment she had brought for them. "Probably behind a painting in the man's office. They're terribly cliché that way. Do you know his name yet?"

Rowan thought it over. "Uhm… well uh…. I'm not entirely sure I know. Not for sure anyway," she whispered.

"Doris probably knows," Wo Fat said. Rowan snatched her bag out of his hands and forced him to look at her. "Well, you said she was planning an op right? She probably knows all about it. You got to figure out who it is."

"I'm not talking to Doris, remember," she reminded him.

"I get that you're mad at her for abandoning you with me but if you want to help them, it might help if you actually talk to them," he said. "How's your arm by the way? I see you're still using the sling."

"It's fine. It's getting better. The sling is almost for decoration now," she said almost proudly. "But… uh… I'm not going to lie, sometimes I loose feeling entirely."

"Well that's probably just because you're working it too hard. You have to pace yourself," he said to her. Rowan had heard this from her physio therapist as well. It didn't make it any easier though. He seemed to sense that this was a sensitive subject because he changed the subject entirely. "Now if you don't mind can we get onto what you're really here for?"

Rowan smiled. "Eager today, aren't we? I didn't bring any movies today. I brought music for a dance party!"

Wo Fat was no longer smiling. "Are you kidding me? Rowan. I don't dance."

"Don't be silly you waltz wonderfully," she said.

Wo Fat sighed. "Alright. But if you tell anyone about this I'll have to kill you."

"Wo, there's camera's everywhere," she reminded him.

Wo Fat groaned. "I hate you so much."

But he got up anyway. And though he said he didn't want to he couldn't keep the smile off of his face. Rowan couldn't help but bounce up and down with excitement, she couldn't wait to teach him new dance moves.

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Doris came back to her rented bungalow, with the sense that something was off. It wasn't that she had been followed, it wasn't that she had just gotten back from securing a stake out van for the op she was planning. Nothing in her apartment had been moved. Nothing was out of place. But something was different. She immediately moved towards the secondary room, where she had been keeping her plans for the op. If someone was trying to stop her they'd start there.

But before she could even put her hand on the knob the door opened. Out of everyone she was thinking about, it wasn't Rowan she expected to see on the other side of that door.

"Jeezus Rowan!" she cried immediately wondering what it was she had seen. How long had she been in that room? Why had she broken in? How had she broken in?

But Doris never got to ask those questions. Rowan wasn't smiling at her, she didn't say hello, there was nothing pleasant about the look on her face. She put a single hand to her shoulder and an electric shock hit her so strongly that Doris nearly cried out in pain. But it was Rowan, Rowan whose eyes rolled back in her head that scared her. Doris had to lunge to grab her before she hit the ground, but doing so sent another electric shock up her arms so strong she was sure it wasn't just static but an actual electrical current.

Doris couldn't keep Rowan's dead weight up, but she didn't stop holding her, she let Rowan take her down to the ground. Holy fuck, what was she going to do? She'd have to call Steve, he'd have to come get her. God he'd love that. Maybe she'd call Danny instead.

But no sooner did Rowan hit the ground did she pop back up. A name on her lips.

Tyler Cain

That took her aback a bit. Why would Rowan know that name? Why would Rowan be here? She looked at Doris, seemed to realize where she was and then went about picking herself up. "Sorry," she said heading for the door. "Thanks for the info."

"Wait!" Doris cried reaching out for her again but not actually making contact with her in case she got shocked again. "What are you doing here Rowan?"

"Does it matter?" Rowan shot back and then slipped out of front door. Doris let her go. She wasn't going to call Steve. That would just put her son into a frenzy. He was not handling Rowan's departure well.

Instead she called Mick.

"Hey. Yeah, I need you to follow someone," she said as soon as he picked up the phone. "I think you already know her. Rowan Pierce."

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Tyler Cain needed a life. He knew that. But his gun-supplying business didn't run itself. He was the fancy suit that kept his agents and dictators in line and the politicians and civilians at bay. And with Doris McGarrett back in the picture he had a lot to worry about. That microfiche he had stolen from her would only be able to keep her at bay for so long. To be honest he was surprised she hadn't tried to steal it back yet. She must have been getting docile in her old age.

Out of paranoia he opened up the safe in his office, just to make sure the microfiche was still there. Just to make sure Doris hadn't already pinched it. It was still there. Thank God.

The door to his office opened and he tried not to groan in frustration. He shut the safe but didn't bother closing it all the way, it wouldn't matter anyway, she probably wouldn't have noticed. Still he forced himself to smile for she was the reason he had stayed so long after his work was done.

Rose McGowen was new at their firm. She was a night time cleaning lady, who really shouldn't have been trusted with the job. Her first night there, about three weeks ago, he had come back to pick up paperwork, which was a good thing, because she had exploded a vacuum in his office and had been struggling to clean up the mess, quite tearfully at that. Now he stayed late to make sure nothing else exploded while she was here. And maybe a little bit because she was adorably vapid and made him feel better about himself.

She was a sweet girl, who wore the orange cleaning smock well. She was petite with this wide blue eyes and her red-to-blonde-faded hair was always pinned back in a severe braided bun. She had this pale complexion and ability to smile and turn men's knees to jelly. Not that she had done that to him, but she had done it for a few of the men he had working with him. No, Rose just reminded him of his grandchildren and he didn't trust her to be in his office alone.

"Mr. Cain are you here burning the midnight candle again?" she asked.

Tyler struggled to correct her, there was no point, and she wouldn't get it. "Yes, I am," he said instead. "And how are you tonight Miss McGowan?"

"Oh I'm good. Got me some boy troubles," she admitted. Of course she would. Pretty girl like her, all beauty no brains, was the kind of girl fuckboys dreamed about. "But what else is new?"

"Mhmm," he answered absently. James, Oz, Alex, she had three boys she was juggling, each more stupid then the next. One was using her for music, the other was a control freak and the other was in jail. None of them were good choices but she couldn't seem to settle on one of them. But he flat out refused to give her advice on her love life. Just so long as she cleaned his office without coating it in the entire floor dust he would be happy.

"Bake anything today?" he asked her. That was another thing he liked about Rose. She had only been a part of his life for four days but she had already brought three different concoctions for him to try. If she were to ask him for help with a down payment on a bakery he'd shell without a hesitation so long as it was agreed that he got free cupcakes for the rest of his life.

"No not today, I was busy," she told him. Which meant she was at Halawa again. Visiting Oz. Tyler forced his mouth shut. He wasn't going to say a single thing about it.

"Do you think it wise to continue associating with a criminal low-life?" he asked before he could stop himself.

Rose, who was bending over his trashcan, stopped what she was doing immediately. Well fuck, that meant he wasn't getting home any quicker.

"Probably, but I can't seem to stop myself. Socializing is very important to people on the inside. And I'm all he's got," she told him. Tyler rolled his eyes. God this girl was a bleeding heart. She probably gave all her loose change to hobos and street musicians.

Rose moved towards the desk, garbage bag in hand. "And besides, I'd feel ever so guilty if I stopped visiting him and something terrible happened."

She was actually holding the garbage bag above his desk. The same garbage that was probably about to leak seeing how many almost empty coffee cups he had thrown into it today. "Rose. Can you get rid of that please?" he asked her. He swore he could smell the garbage from where he was.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she said as if she hadn't the foggiest idea why he was asking her to finish doing her job before talking to him. She swung around, not paying attention to anything on this desk and knocked the cup of coffee he had just made all over his desk.

Tyler jumped up struggling to save his papers. Rose yelped and dropped the bag of garbage and tried to help him. But together they just made a terrible mess.

"Rose!" he shouted and she fell back.

"Oh Gosh! I'm so sorry Mr. Cain, I'm not usually this clumsy," she said to him. He seriously doubted that but it looked like she was about to cry and he didn't want to deal with that either.

"It's okay. Here. I'm going to go make a new cup of coffee, can you please just clean this up and put the papers somewhere to dry?" he asked.

He stepped around his desk and saw the garbage that had tumbled right out of the bag. "Clean up… all of this please," he added when he saw it.

"I'm really super sorry," Rose called out as he walked away. Tyler tried not to scowl at her, he tried not to shake his head. She was frustrating but she meant well. He couldn't really fault her for that. It wasn't her fault she was so goddamn stupid.

Tyler dallied as he made his cup of coffee. He found a stale donut to eat. He went through some of his emails on his phone and then made his way back to his office. He spotted the coffee stained papers first, being aired out on this secretary's desk outside. Laying on his open calendar.

Great his calendar was going to be coffee stained. But you know what, anything was better then what he was originally stuck with. He opened up the door and the office was actually quite clean. Rose was putting the last of the garbage into the main bin on her cart and smiled at him in a sheepish manner when she saw him at the door.

"Is that better, Mr. Cain?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you so much Rose," he said. "You going to be in tomorrow?"

"No, not until next week," she answered. Ah great he was going to get a break.

"Well alright, I'll see you then," he said, ushering her out of his office.

"Okie-dokie-artichoke-ie," she said as she went off towards the next office. Tyler couldn't keep the head shake to himself that time, it was automatic.

With Rose finally out of his office and moving onto a different one Tyler could finally go home. He put the painting back on his closed safe, shut the door to his office and didn't give the incident any more thought.

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Wo Fat was on pins and needles. He knew Rowan was supposed to be coming today. It was her twelfth shift working at that firm and last night she had been tasked with finding the safe, he had told her where to expect it to be. He wanted to know if he was right, if she had gotten the specifics so he could help her crack the safe. He wanted to make sure it had gone well. She had taken to the whole spying business like a fish in water. He was actually really proud of how well she was doing with such little instruction.

She would have been great in his business if she'd only let him train her.

But it was because he was expecting Rowan, because he was anticipating her visit that when the door opened he jumped up and rushed to the glass wall of his cell to see her. But Rowan wasn't alone when she walked in. She looked uncomfortable and nervous which immediately made him angry.

He glared at the man who came in with her. But Governor Dennings didn't seem the least bit intimidated by him and he blamed the orange jump suit. Orange was not his color.

"Hi Wo," she said in a sheepish voice.

"What is going on?" he asked. Because he couldn't ask her what kind of trouble she was in. Not in front of the Governor.

"I have a simple question to ask you and I wonder if you have the ability to answer me truthfully," Governor Dennings said. He had a hand on Rowan's injured arm and she was wincing.

Wo Fat held the man's gaze. He seemed to be thoughtfully looking at Wo who had been looking at Rowan and the pain on her face. He swallowed back the urge to ask him what he'd want in return for allowing Rowan to continue to visit. He didn't want anyone else to have power over him, he was barely coping with Rowan's hold on him.

But he was also coursing with an angry desire to get this man to let her go.

"I want you to look me in the eye and tell me exactly why you're so interested in Rowan. Why you took her and held her hostage for a month. I want to hear it straight from you," he ordered.

Oh this was not good. This was a test with no right answer, or at least no right answer for him. Admit the truth and the Governor can control him, answer in a way that the Governor doesn't like and both he and Rowan are punished. What to do, what to do?

"Anyone can see she's Steve's weakness," Wo Fat finally spat out. He tried to add as much venom as he could muster to make it sound as believable as possible. It wasn't a fully a lie. It was the real reason he had taken her to begin with. "I took her to control him."

"I see. I was afraid of that," he said abruptly frowning to Rowan who was looking up to him surprised. "Sorry, my dear, but I'm afraid I'll have to deport you. Effective immediately. This will need to be hushed up to keep Steve from interfering."

"What?" Rowan cried. The Governor snapped his finger and Brian, the guard who was always posted on his door on days Rowan was visiting him, came into the room. He grabbed her good arm and began dragging her away.

"I can't have my one line of defense against people like him compromised over you. The State can't handle that, unfortunately it's going to have to be this way," he said not sounding sad at all.

Wo Fat watched her go, suddenly very upset. This made no sense. And he didn't want this to happen. "Wait. But… where are you going to deport her to? You don't know where she's from."

"Not my problem!" the Governor said moving towards the door.

He heard Rowan cry out in the hallway and suddenly he wasn't in control anymore. "Wait!" he called out again causing the Governor to halt. "I'm willing to trade. I can tell you where to find bodies. Lots of bodies. A Yukaza hit graveyard. If I tell you, if I help you find them, will you let her stay in Hawaii?"

"You'd do that?" the Governor asked. "You'd give away that kind of intel for her?"

Wo Fat scowled. "She has nowhere and no one else," he told him. Regular people weren't supposed to be like him, they were supposed to have hearts. Where was this man's heart?

He stared at him a little longer before disappearing into the hallway. Where the hell was he going? He better had been going to get Rowan.

Luckily he was. He returned with Brian and Rowan, Brian unlocked the door and Rowan stepped in. She didn't immediately hug him like he thought she would. Instead she stood awkwardly beside him, avoiding his questioning gaze. It worked out well for him, because if she hugged him he would have hugged her back and made the whole situation worse.

"I will be returning once the visitation is over. In return for your intel, not only will she stay on the island, she can continue to visit you. Maybe we can come up with something else you'd like in return for more intel," he said.

Wo Fat merely glared at him. He didn't want to give them more intel. There wasn't anything else he wanted. He didn't care about any of that. All he wanted was for Rowan to be left alone. Which seemed to not be an option now that it was clear that she was a person of interest to him.

He had put Rowan in danger.

"You lied to me, Mr. Fat, this had nothing to do with McGarrett," the Governor said as he walked away. His eyes fell on Rowan before he added: "Well… not anymore."

The Governor of Hawaii left the room. The door to his cell was locked. And then as soon as everyone was gone Rowan hugged him. He heard her apologies, but he didn't care, it wasn't her fault, it was his.

But he'd have to do something to protect her. He just didn't know what.