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A/N: WE HIT THE FIRST MILESTONE! GUYS! We hit 100 followers! OMGOSH I'm so happy! This is wonderful. Thank you, guys, so much for this, I love that you guys love this story as much as I do. So as a reward, because I love you guys, I'mma post three times this week! Also because I feel bad about how longs it's taking me to get them together, I've been trying to shorten things down AND I got one episode done in one chapter and episode 8 down to two… and I totally could have made it three! Isn't that great?! I'mma try to get them together as close to chapter 80 as I freaking can! ANYWAY, my favourite part of this chapter was the heist scene, well my most favourite to write anyway. What was yours? See you Wednesday!

Chapter 53

Steve and Doris rappelled down from a helicopter that Wade was piloting and onto the roof of the First Honolulu Tower. From there they used the rooftop access to get into the building. Mick was already inside the technical room and wiring the cameras so he could have eyes for them.

They waited for the signal before moving in.

"Okay, McGarretts, the elevators are mine. You're good to go," Mick said into their ears. Immediately they went through the door and down the stairs. They said nothing but moved quickly. Doris used the stolen key card on the scanners to get in. But instead of using the stairs they pried open the elevator doors, hooked up their rappelling equipment and went down the shaft that way. All the way to the 16th floor.

Now all they had to do was wait for Mick to give them the signal to move.

They were silent a minute and then Doris said: "I want you to watch very carefully."

"What are you doing?" Steve asked. She wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do… was she?

"Come on are you watching?" she asked holding the key card out towards him.

Holy hell she was. Right now? On an op? "Mom, no. Come on," he groaned.

"Just watch," she snapped.

"Mom, please. I'm not 9 anymore," he complained.

"You're never too old for magic," she said. "Just watch carefully."

The grown-up in Steve was horrified, but the boy in him was secretly super excited. "Ugh, fine, one trick, okay?" he said.

Doris hid her smile but he saw it there on her face. "Okay? Ready? Watching? Ready?" she said she palmed the card and then held out her two hands. "Blow!"

Steve looked up the shaft pretending to be preoccupied with the op. "I'm not going to blow," he said to her. And he wasn't. 100% he was not going to blow anything.

"Magic breath," Doirs ordered, holding out her closed fists to him.

"I'm not gonna blow magic breath," Steve argued. Jesus he was not a child anymore, and her doing these magic tricks weren't going to make the parts of his childhood she missed come back.

But Doris didn't relent so Steve had no choice but to take a breath and blow quickly in her direction. As soon as he did she opened her hands and he could see that the card was gone completely.

The child in him squealed loudly but the words that came out of his mouth were: "How'd you… how'd you do that?"

Doris laughed at him and then pulled the card out of her pack and Steve couldn't help but grin. Okay, maybe it could bring some of his childhood back.

But then the elevator came to life and that grin was wiped right off his face. Doris and Steve threw themselves back against the wall but that wouldn't help them if an elevator came up, they'd get flattened. They needed to get back onto the floor.

"Hey, hey, Mick, we've got an elevator coming up the shaft," Doris said.

"I know, I know," Mick told them.

"Mick. Mick, can we move into the hallway?" Steve asked.

"Negative, I've still got one guard at the desk," Mick told them.

That was not good news.

"Mick, do something!" Doris ordered. Both she and Steve were watching that elevator steadily come up towards them. In a few minutes they'd be pancakes.

They could hear him clicking away at his computer when suddenly he cried: "Wait, wait, he's distracted… go!" Mick said and Steve pried open the door and they threw themselves into the hallway just as the elevator went past them.

"The lucky bastard got a cupcake delivery," Mick said when they were standing. "They look fucking delicious."

Rowan was making cupcakes today.

That should not have been his first thought. Rowan was not everywhere. Rowan wouldn't even know they were breaking in tonight… unless she got that from the flash this morning. But wouldn't she have said something?

Steve shook his head. He had to get Rowan out of it. She wasn't his concern right now. He could worry about her later.

He followed his mother through the hallways, watching her back as she froze out motion sensors and sprayed over cameras. They made it into Cain's office and found the safe easily. Hidden behind one of the paintings. Ugly thing really, but useful for hiding things.

Doris played the recording. The garbled words actually worked to get the safe open, but the problem was, the safe was empty. All it had in it was a single mug and stacks of office supplies. Sticky notes, boxes of staples and paperclips. A whole fucking ream of white printer paper.

"What the hell?" Steve said.

Doris tore everything out and felt at the safe for any loose bottoms or hidden caches but she found nothing.

"No… no… it was here… it was here…" she practically cried.

An alarm suddenly went off and Steve and Doris jolted. "What the hell is that?" Steve cried.

"We must've triggered a hidden sensor," Doris said starting to herd him towards the door. "Let's go."

"Mick, kill all the camera feeds to the guard's desk," Steve ordered. And got a: "On it."

"Wade, how's our exit?" Mick asked.

"Blown," he answered from the chopper. "Two guards with automatic weapons on the roof."

Mick was giving them directions. 12th floor, window washer outside one of the offices for them to use. Problem was there were guards. They weren't going to make it. So Steve stayed behind. He took out the guards, lead them away from his mother so she could escape.

Mick led him to a freight elevator. He jumped on top of it and rode it all the way down. He was home free. The only problem was, after everything he'd done to help her get away, they still managed to catch his mother.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Tyler had been alerted as soon as the alarm had gone off. He knew right away that Doris had to be the reason he was rushing back to his office. He walked to the supply closet they were using as a holding room and opened the door. He loved that he got to be cocky as pretentious Doris McGarrett sat in a chair, hands zip-tied in front of her.

"Doris McGarrett," he said as he leant against the door he had just opened. "Been a long time."

"Not long enough," she shot back. Oh, she always did have those mildly zingy comebacks. Nothing that penetrated his thick hide, but she tried.

He came into the room putting on the guise of an overbearing parent. "Somewhat disappointing," he taunted. "The Doris McGarrett I knew wouldn't have screwed up an op this bad."

"You're looking a little rough around the edges yourself, Tyler," she said. Oh there we go turning some heat up there. "You're so old you didn't even realize the safe was pilfered. Emptied before I even got here unless you think your paperclips are so valuable you keep them locked up."

In this office where thing constantly went missing, he had actually contemplated locking up his favourite pens, but he knew Doris was lying. He knew she was the one who had stolen the microfiche. There was no one else who could have done it. There had been no other breaches, he was sure.

"I didn't find the microfiche but she did have this, Mr. Cain," his head of security said handing him a receiver for a headset. Ah, she was talking to someone. She wasn't alone. Made sense.

He took it and spoke into it. "Well, whoever you are, I know you can hear me," he said. "It seems that we each have something the other wants. So let's keep it simple. Let's say five minutes, in my office. One second over, she dies."

Yeah that sounded fair. Of course, no one answered. Cain didn't think anyone would. But he packed Doris up, had took her over to the elevator where they then went up to his floor. But once they got onto his floor they found his door open and a flickering coming from it. Not his light, as per usual.

And it couldn't be Rose because she was off for the rest of the week. That was a good thing, if he knew she was in the building while all this was going down he'd immediately be worried. He wouldn't put it past the girl to run straight into one of the burglars and get herself killed or something stupid like that.

No, the person in his office was obviously Doris' partner. A younger man with brown hair in an outfit similar to Doris'. He looked familiar. Very familiar. In fact so familiar he was pretty sure he knew who this was. Either way the man had set a fire in his garbage can. Not nice, but whatever, and was glaring them all down like he alone could take them on. And in his head he probably thought he could.

"Put the gun down!" the head of security ordered.

"What are you going to do?" the boy taunted. Oh… cocky. Tyler's theory about this man's identity was being solidified here.

"I said put it down!" his head of security cried. They both had their guns out now, in an enclosed space with a fire. God, kids could be so dumb these days. So goddamn trigger happy.

"Alright, alright, easy, easy," Tyler said coming in between them. He hadn't pulled his gun so he could look harmless. He was anything but, but he wanted to appear that way. "Yeah, I was gonna call the police but I see they've already arrived."

The man finally turned his pale blue eyes to him and Tyler smiled. Oh yes, right on the money. He knew exactly who this was for sure. "It's Commander McGarrett, isn't it? Head of Five-0." When Steve said nothing Tyler ordered his head of security to lower his gun. Once his gun was down Steve lowered his as well.

Good now negotiations could start.

"Geeze, Doris, you involved your son in this?" he asked sounding incredulous. He wasn't. This worked out well for him. He could hold this above McGarrett's for the rest of his life. Five-0 was going to forever be in his pocket.

"It was my choice," Steve said.

"He never listens to his mother," Doris added.

God it was like having Rose in the room except instead of perky and happy he had cocky and sarcastic.

"I don't know what your game is here, kid," Tyler said. "But I don't buy the whole the safe was empty before I got here line. It's the oldest one in the book. So you got three seconds to produce the microfiche."

Steve looked momentary blinded. For those few brief seconds he didn't move. Then all of a sudden there came the sound of feminine humming and then Rose breezed right on past them all. Right past the guy with the gun in his hand, the security guard and even him. She seemed oblivious to what was going on right in front of her.

Except her eyes clapped on that fire raging in the metal garbage can and she suddenly screamed: "Fire!" on the top of her lungs and then promptly dropped all of her cleaning supplies and ran away screaming. Jesus if he knew fire would get her out of his office that quickly he would have lit a match ages ago.

But not seconds after she ran off screaming did she return… still screaming and now carrying a fire extinguisher. Tyler instinctively knew that if she couldn't handle a vacuum this wasn't going to end well. Sure enough she pulled the trigger and the white foam went everywhere. All over his office. All over Steven McGarrett, all over him, his guard and the head of his security. The only thing she didn't hit was the fire.

Tyler had no choice but to reach over and help her guide the nozzle, only then did she finally put out the fire. Tyler ripped the fire extinguisher out of her hands and then Rose breathlessly look up to him fear alight on her face.

"Now, I know what you're thinking," she said. "But I didn't do it."

"I know, Rose," he said.

"Kay, are we sure you know? Cause if they find out there was another fire on another one of my shifts I'mma get in some deep trouble," she said. Tyler stared at her for a second as he digested that. There had been another fire on one of her other shifts? Why was he not surprised?

"Yes, Rose, I'm sure I know. You weren't even in the room when the fire was set," he assured her.

"Oh, okay," she said, sighing with relief.

"Alright," he said ushering her towards the door before she could do anything else. "Why don't you clean a different room?"

"Well shouldn't I clean this one?" she asked. She then took a proper look around and whispered: "Oh! Are you training new recruits?"

"Yes, Rose and we're very busy," he said and then shoved her out into the hallway.

He turned, he expected it to be over, but Rose surprised him. She came back into the room with a Tupperware container. "I made cupcakes. Cookie Dough Cupcakes, do you want one?" she asked him and then offered them up to him.

Tyler just glared at her but as per usual Rose was unaffected. When he said nothing she offered them up to everyone else. One to the Security guard, the head of his security, one to Doris and then one to Steve who was staring at her like she was some sort of celebrity, like he had seen a ghost. She turned back to him offered one last time and this time he snatched it up.

"Alright, I'll leave you to your training exercise," she said and then headed for the door.

Tyler spotted that star struck look on Steven McGarrett's face and frowned at it. "Don't even think about it," he growled. "She's juggling three guys as is it. And she's way too stupid to be allowed to procreate."

Steve's eyes narrowed at him but said absolutely nothing.

"Now, give me the microfiche," Tyler ordered remembering that that was the more important thing at the moment.

"What's a microfish?" came Rose's voice again and Tyler nearly jumped but instead he just groaned at her.

"Jesus Rose!" he cried.

"I was wondering if it was okay if I watched your training exercise, it looks awfully interesting," she said shooting a playful grin at the now red in the face Steven McGarrett. Aw fucking hell no.

"No. Now go," he said trying to shoo her out of his office again. Honestly, she was like a fucking puppy.

"Okay, but what's a microfish?" she asked again. "Is it a tiny little spy fish?"

"No, Rose, it's like a reel of film, it has pictures on it," he said. "Now go."

"Ohhhh! Kind like a roll of film for a camera?" she said and he nodded. "You had one of those in your training safe."

Tyler felt himself freeze. He looked down at Rose a strange sense of dread dawning over him "How do you know what was in my safe?" he asked.

Rose blinked her eyes at him. "Well, uh, remember that day you spilled coffee all over your papers?"

"You mean the day you spilled coffee on my papers?"

"Let's not quibble about the details," she said waving it off.

"What about it, Rose?" he snapped seeing as he had no desire to argue and wanted her to stay on topic.

"Uh. Well you told me to clean all of your office," she said. That sense of dread solidified into one huge knot. No. She fucking hadn't. "And your safe was open and it was so dusty that I figured that you wouldn't mind if I cleaned it a bit for you. But you know, some things were sticky and some of the stuff was like 20 years old so I just sorta… threw it out. Was that wrong? Did you need it for your training?"

Tyler just stared at her for a second. "You emptied… my… safe?" he asked.

"I didn't know it was for your training exercise, honestly I didn't!"

"You emptied out my safe?!" he thundered.

"Well, I didn't think it was important!" she cried.

"Of course it was important, you idiot it was a safe! Not a training safe! A real safe!" he screamed. "YOU THREW OUT CLASSIFIED GOVERNMENT DOCUMENTS!"

"I didn't know they were government secrets! I thought this was an accounting office," she cried. Tyler decided to breeze right on past that one. Accounting office? With guards and guns? What the hell kind of accounting did she think they did?

"And the gold bricks?" he groaned.

"I thought they were fakes."

"They were heavy!" he cried.

"I thought they were good fakes?" she said with a shrug. Tyler was shaking he was so angry. Goddamn it. This stupid fucking idiot had gone and ruined everything and he couldn't even get too mad at her because he was the one who left her alone with an empty safe.

"You're fired!" he shouted and Rose frowned at him.

"I think you're over-reacting a bit—," "—FIRED!" "Kay well I don't work for you so…"

"Someone escort this bimbo out of the building," he snapped. "And someone come with me, we have to dig through the dumpsters."

Rose gasped as if he had slapped her, tears welled up in her crystalline blue eyes. "You are such a jerk!" she hissed as if it were the most terrible of insults and then one the agents in the room with him grabbed her arm and began pushing her back out of the office.

He turned back to where Doris and Steve had been watching the interchange with wide eyes.

"You know," Doris said to him. "They emptied the dumpsters this morning. That microfiche is in a landfill somewhere by now."

Tyler Cain stared at her. He sighed. He couldn't bring himself to be that mad at Rose. She was a complete idiot and he had left her alone with an open safe. He was too old and too tired to make Rose McGowen his hill to die on. The girl was too stupid to be a real threat national security anyway.

"All right, you know what. Just go," he snapped. "Get the hell out of here. Before I change my mind."

He watched Doris and her son leave. And then he looked at the chaos and mess that was now his office. Maybe he should have fired Rose after she cleaned up the disaster she created in his office, but it was too late now, he needed her out of his office and out of his life. He sighed and then looked back to the cupcake that was still in his hand. He took a bite into the vanilla cupcake with the cookie dough frosting and found a nugget of cookie dough inside. Damn she really did make good cupcakes. That was probably what he was going to miss the most.