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A/N: Hey guys! It's so nice to hear from some of my regular reviewers again now that the holidays are done! Welcome back guys! So we have the end of the episode here, and we'll be moving onto the second last episode of the season. Which means Season 4 is coming up guys and I have a really zinger for the season finale and the season 4 opener! It's also going to be the start to Steve's redemption arc which should start somewhere after episode 11. But before we get to that… uh… Steve is going to do something absolutely terrible at the end of this chapter. Under no circumstances would he regularly do this but he honestly thinks that he's protecting her by doing this, and in a few seasons this will open the gateway for a big reunion. So I know this was a despicable move, regularly Steven would never do this, but I needed it for the story so I'm sorry. Also this Chapter is a little sadder than the other, but it'll pick up in the next chapter on Friday. Kay! See you then!

P.S. There's another little contest coming up. Please read the note at the end of this chapter!

Chapter 54

Steve and Doris got to the ground floor and out of the building without a hitch, considering the plan was to use the helicopter to escape. They had chosen this way because there were a lot of questions that both of them wanted to ask. The first one being: where the fuck did Rowan go? Because number one on their list of questions was: what the fuck was all of that? And she had to be downstairs somewhere… right?

Nothing had been more surprising than Rowan walking right into Tyler Cain's office in a janitorial smock. After that the shock just kept piling on. From getting doused with a fire extinguisher, to Tyler knowing who Rowan was, to Tyler thinking her name was Rose. For a minute there, with the way she was acting all dopey eyed and vapid he thought maybe this wasn't his Rowan, but he knew her eyes, he knew her cupcakes, he knew it was her. And it took all of his willpower not to say… well… anything.

She had saved their lives.

Mick's surveillance truck drove up, stalling by the curb. A door slid open and Mick popped his head out. "Hurry up and get in here," he said to them. "We have a hasty getaway to make."

Steve and Doris both hesitantly stepped up into the back of the van, shut the door and then stared at the person who was waiting for them in one of Mick's chairs amongst all of the surveillance equipment.

Well that answered the where is Rowan question.

"Hello," she said all too cheerily to them.

"Where's the microfiche, we know you have it," Doris snarled immediately. Right… well there were other questions Steve would have lead with, but he guessed that was a good enough starting point.

Rowan cocked her head to the side, there was a coolness about her that he wasn't familiar with she wasn't her usually bubbly self. "Somewhere safe," she answered. "I left in a hurry, I didn't think I had time to go back and get it."

"Left in a hurry?" Doris snapped.

"Yes. I wasn't planning to come into work today, you know. Mr. Cain, up there, is going to find out I quit two days ago, that I wasn't supposed to be upstairs, but by then Rose McGowan will have vanished so it won't matter," she said with a flip of her hair.

Doris half turned to Mick and said: "Drive to Alex's house, that's gotta be where it is."

Rowan blinked her eyes surprised. "I didn't say I was going to give it to you," she scoffed and Steve and Doris turned to her shocked by what she had just said. Steve shot a glance to his mother who looked far from pleased by this turn of events.

"Then why the hell did you steal it?" Doris snapped.

"Leverage," Rowan shot back. "The time is fast approaching when you're going to leave. I want to hold onto the microfiche to ensure that you come back."

Doris rolled her eyes and sighed. "I am not going to leave!" she shouted.

"Yes, you do! You take Adam and Kono somewhere safe. You promise Steve you'll answer his questions when you come back. And then, like the coward you are, you don't come back!" Rowan shouted back. "Well I wanted that microfiche to hold over your head to make sure you fucking come back! And I got it, before you even moved in. How's that for a civilian with absolutely no fucking training! I didn't even get caught!"

Doris had a sneer on her face so deep he was afraid of what she'd do to Rowan. So, Steve intervened.

"We can discuss this when we get back to Alex's place, okay?" he said. He then turned his attention on Rowan. "I have a few questions."

As soon as Rowan took her eyes off of Doris her whole demeanor changed. Gone was the ice-cold warrior woman with the same mannerisms as Wo Fat and back was his light and soft Rowan with her small smile and sparkling blue eyes.

"Shoot!"

"Uh… not that I'm not grateful but… uh… HOW?!" he cried.

"Oh, how did I steal the microfiche?" she echoed.

"Yes, Rowan. How did you steal the microfiche? How did you get past security? How did you do… any of what you just did?"

"Okay. Well, I remembered that Doris's microfiche got stolen and logiced out that sooner or later she'd be trying to steal it back. When I started spending more time with Wo Fat I asked what would be the easiest way to get it back and he and I came up with a plan," Rowan said.

"Okay…" Steve said, trying not to get stuck on the fact that Rowan and Wo Fat had come up with a plan together instead of her asking him for help like she used to. "And what was your plan?"

"Well, it started with getting me a fake name, 'cause he figured Tyler Cain wouldn't know my face but probably had heard of me in some way. So, he helped me get a fake identity, Rose McGowan," she said.

"Rose… like your mother's name?" Doris asked pertly and Rowan turned that dry glare to her immediately. Steve was just as surprised, Doris knew her mother?

"The pettier you are the less likely I am to remember where the hell I put that microfiche. I'm on a lot of meds Doris I could easily forget where I hid it for the next couple of months," she threated.

To his surprised Doris actually sat back and actually shut up. And he made a mental note to ask his mother what she knew about Rowan's family.

"Okay, so you got a fake identity, then what?" he asked. He had unconsciously leant forward, this was the closest she had been to him since he had arrested her a few weeks before. Their knees were practically touching, and he had lent over his knees to get closer to her without knowing it.

"I applied for a job at the cleaning agency. I don't think they did a good enough background check, because I got the job," she said. "Then it was just a matter of making sure I got the right building and floor."

"Which is when you broke into my bungalow," Doris said.

"No, I did that once I realized I didn't know who I was going after. I already knew which building and which floor," Rowan said. "I traded spots with a nice lady who wanted to be closer to home anyways and then offered to clean floor 16 with all the creepy gun toting guys in suits because the other ladies were too nervous to do it."

"How did you break into my mom's place anyway? The security code is…"

"No important if you wipe it with a magnet and set it back to factory settings and then it's just 1, 2, 3, 4, to get in," Rowan said. Steve blanched at her wording. It was like a criminal was talking to him, like Wo Fat was using Rowan's mouth to get his words out.

"But my system wasn't reset," Doris reminded her and Rowan nodded.

"Yep, that seemed a bit too deviant even for me. You left a window open, I climbed in through that," she said. Really? She had climbed? With a bum arm? Bullshit, Steve was going to have to ask about that one. "Anyway, once I had the name, I went about making sure he thought I was the stupidest thing in existence. Took two days. I blew up a vacuum in his office. After that I wasn't a threat."

Steve nodded. He would never be able to see Rowan as anything other than the intelligent girl he knew her to be. And right now, in front of his eyes he was watching her become dangerous. Not just to his heart. She was becoming just as lethal as Wo Fat and his mother.

"The plan, a week ago, was to find the safe, figure out what kind of safe it was so Wo could tell me how to get into it," Rowan said. "But then Tyler just left me in the room with the open safe… so I cleaned him out. I'm guessing he didn't notice until you guys broke in."

"You've had the microfiche for a week?" Doris thundered. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why did you leave me?" Rowan shot back.

The air around them crackled with intensity. Doris jerked as if she had been slapped. Her chin began to quiver like it did before she was about to cry. She glanced to Steve out of the corner of her eye as Steve's eyes whipped back and forth between them. What the hell were they talking about?

"I thought it was what was best," she answered in a small voice.

"Yeah well I didn't tell you out of spite," Rowan snapped back without any hesitation. "I'd say we're even, but we're so not."

Steve sat there totally out of the loop. Whatever had happened to them it apparently had been a lot worse than he thought it was.

"Uhm… how did you know we were breaking in then?" Steve asked.

For the first time Rowan looked more than a little embarrassed. "Uh… when I touched you this afternoon, I got a few flashes," she whispered. "But I didn't know it was tonight. Not till I had the dream."

Steve blinked his eyes. Dream? She was having dreams now? Steve found himself shaking, he had gotten closer to her during this talk. They were already pretty close, their knees almost touching but he had unconsciously started leaning forward to be even closer to her. He wanted to tell her that he dreamed of her too but it wasn't in the same way and he knew that.

"So… you're having dreams now?" he asked, his voice low, nothing but a mere whisper. The of me was implied.

Rowan nodded. "Alex wasn't too happy with that development," she admitted.

"Why? Because he had to drive you here?" Steve scoffed.

"Oh… no… Alex didn't drive me, he was too tired. I took a cab," she told him. Steve's smirk fell off his lips. What kind of boyfriend let their girlfriend leave in the middle of the night to go to a heist? He had to know what was going on! "No, he was mad cause I woke both he and myself up screaming your name."

Steve's mouth immediately went dry. His tongue dated out to wet his lips and he caught Rowan's eyes following it. He leant a little closer. "My name?" he found himself whispered.

Rowan too had started to lean forward, his heart picked up pace, any closer and he'd end up grabbing her.

"Do you guys need to get a room?" his mother asked and Rowan jerked away from him. The spell between them broken and Steve was left more than a little disappointed.

"Yeah, uh, it was a pretty bad nightmare," Rowan admitted after clearing her throat. "He, uh, Tyler I mean, he was going to shoot Steve first to punish you. It's why I… uhm… it's why I came. I didn't want you guys to die because I took the microfiche."

She was avoiding his eyes now. He wished she wouldn't. He loved her eyes. He loved looking into them, loved getting lost in them. Even though they weren't his eyes to look into anymore. The truck came to a stop and Rowan sighed.

"I better go get the microfish," she said laughing a little bit at her own joke.

"I'll go with her," Steve said as she stood up and Doris stood too. He offered because Rowan seemed a bit startled that Doris had stood up with her.

"Why should you go? You're the one she wants to avoid!" Doris snapped.

"I'd rather have Steve, he less likely to try to kill me," she said softly and Steve felt his heart swell with happiness. She wanted him. She wanted him. Well it's not like her options were that amazing, but he was going to take it.

Doris rolled her eyes but she stayed where she was. So Rowan and Steve walked out of the van together. They walked up the stairs shoulder to shoulder. She smelt the same and it had the same effect as it always did. God why couldn't he turn this off? Really. He was supposed to want Catherine it shouldn't be this hard.

"I'm sorry you had a nightmare," he whispered.

"Why? It's not your fault," Rowan whispered. "I'm just worried that I'm dreaming to make up for the lack of visions."

Steve thought about this. "You know… you practically electrocuted me getting your vision today," he said. "My mom said the exact same thing happened when you touched her a week ago."

Rowan stopped walking and turned to look at him. "I'm still electric?" Rowan asked in a small voice. "I thought… I thought I got all of it out."

"What do you mean?"

"The energy, whatever I was using to open up the void. I thought when it stopped opening for me that it meant the electricity was gone, but if I'm shocking people then it's not," she said. When hope flashed across her face Steve felt the old fear come back. "What if that means I could try to go home again?"

Steve struggled to keep his hand from darting to her arm, an old twitch from when he thought she could vanish at the blink of an eye. "I thought we agreed we'd wait until we had more information…"

"More information? What do you mean more information? Where are we going to get more information about… about what's happening to me?" Rowan cried. "Steve the only person who can help me is across the world and to him… I'm not… I'm not…."

"Who?" he asked in a small voice. Tell me the truth he thought. If she did, he'd tell her about her family. He'd tell her that a man named Trevor Pierce was on the island looking for her.

If it got them answers. If it got her away from Wo Fat, he'd gladly let her go to Canada.

Rowan looked away from him but for that brief moment she held his eyes he saw the deep sadness there. "Nothing, never mind," she whispered.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me Rowan," he said. Couldn't she see how badly he wanted to help her? Couldn't she see how much he wanted to hold her?

Rowan turned those blue back on him and his heart lurched up into his throat. God if she hadn't taken a step up and away from him, he would have grabbed her, crushed her to his chest and gone about ravishing those lips until she was putty in his hands begging for more. Fuck. Fuck. That feeling was supposed to gone. The desire was supposed to be muted. Why did she do this to him? How did she do this to him? Why couldn't this be how he felt about Catherine?

"You can't help me with this, Steve," she answered. "I know you're trying to help. I know that, and I thank you for that. But this is something I have to do myself."

"But Rowan…" he started.

"I'm not going to travel, Steve," she interrupted. "I know it hurts you and I don't want to do that to you."

"For god sake Rowan, just give me something," he said. "I won't do anything about it, just tell me. My mom, she said your mother's name was Rose?"

Rowan just stared at him. He knew by the look in her eyes that she had no intention of telling him but still he held out hope that she'd trust him, that she wouldn't withhold information the way his mother and Catherine did to him.

"Wait here, I'll go get the microfiche," she said instead and Steve felt the betrayal stab into his chest like a hot knife.

Why the hell was she like this? Why was she just like every other female in his life? Why was Danny the only one who was truly loyal to him? He bet she had told Wo Fat. He bet she was telling him everything and then laughing at Steve who would never know anything about her. He was so angry. So goddamn fucking angry and frustrated.

When she returned a few moments later she had the microfiche. She handed it over without a single bit of hesitation. And as she did so though a small static shock jolted them both when her fingers brushed against his.

"I'm tired of being lied to," Steve suddenly told her. "I'm tired of always being two steps behind you, behind my mother, behind Catherine. I'm sick of being out of the loop. I'm going to give you one chance, Rowan, one. One chance to tell me something. Something true. Or I'm never going to talk to you again."

Rowan stared at him. She was quiet a moment as he waited. He wanted one of her secrets. Any of her secrets. Something that he could hold on to and say he always knew before everyone else. He didn't care which secret it was. He just wanted one.

"My middle name is Hazel," she whispered after a moment. Steve blinked his eyes. Rowan Hazel Pierce. She was named after two trees.

"Okay, uh, thank you, but that's not what I meant," he said softly even though he loved that he knew her full name now.

"I can't tell you the other secrets, Steve," she whispered to him. "Some of them hurt too much to say. It's why I don't talk about them. Some of them are so scary I'm afraid taking about them will bring them to be. And the others. Well, they're not my secrets to share."

"Rowan," he sighed. He hated her pretty words. He wanted tangible proof. And she knew that.

"Fine," she growled. "You want something real? Okay. I'm not over you. It hurts to look at you. It hurts to dream of you and wake up to find you're not there. It hurts to have you show up and act like I'm the villain when you're the one doing villainous things to me. I'm sorry I left, but I had to because inside, you're killing me!"

Okay. That was not what Steve wanted to hear. No, that wasn't it at all. He wanted a secret about Wo Fat. About his mother. About her life before she got here. Not that. Never that. He took a step back and almost fell down the steps. Rowan didn't notice. Rowan didn't stop.

"I can't get over you because you're still here. It's like you're haunting me. And I want it to stop. I do. But I also miss you and I want to see you. And now that I don't get visions I dream. I dream every night. Of a building falling on you and Danny, of terrorists cutting off your head. And I can't make it stop!" she half sobbed. "I'm surrounded by you and death and I'm scared and I'm alone and I can't go home cause I'm lost, or stuck and I'm hurting us both when I try. And the one person I can ask for help is a whole universe away from me, and the version of him here doesn't know me cause I'm supposed to be dead and he wouldn't believe me if I told him. So there. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

It wasn't. It wasn't what he wanted to hear. But there was something in there. Some of the things she said that was useful.

The most importantly being: I'm supposed to be dead.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. She was right. He did hover. Still. It wasn't healthy for either of them. She was trying to save them both but he was stubbornly clinging to her.

So instead of staying he turned around and walked away. He left her on those stairs up to Alex's condo. He didn't stay to hear the door shut behind her. He just walked back to the truck, handed his mother the microfiche and then sat down.

As soon as the van was moving, he asked his mother a question. A simple question.

Tell me about Rowan and her family.

And for the first time in a long time. His mother didn't hold anything back. And she didn't lie.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Trevor sat calmly beside his father. He had been pulled into the Honolulu police department. He assumed it was because of the report he filed. Earlier that week he and his father had gone in to report that someone had stolen their daughter's identity. The point was that they'd arrest whoever was using the Rowan Pierce identity if there was someone using it. And bam, they'd find the girl they pulled in.

He assumed, being pulled in to the HPD headquarters, meant they found her.

But two hours later, having heard nothing, except being told to stay in that small interrogation room, had made him nervous.

Why were they being made to wait so long?

When Sergeant Lukela came back in the room he wasn't alone. He had the Commander with him. The one from the shark cage murder. The one who had stared at him like he was a ghost, like he was haunted by Trevor's eyes, his visage. The one who had been surprisingly interested in what they were doing and what they were looking for.

"I'm Commander McGarrett of Five-0," he said absently, his eye scanning the police report that Lukela had helped them fill out. "I understand that you've made a complaint that someone was using your daughter's identity."

"Yes," his father answered. Just as Trevor said: "We've met you before. On the boat, remember?"

McGarrett looked up to him. There was a coldness in his blue eyes, an icy sort of fire that burned in the irises and seemed to be directed at him.

"I'm aware of that Mr. Pierce," he said, his voice sliding over his last name is if it were something unpleasant. "Explain to me why you think someone's using your daughter's identity?"

Trevor stared at him as he stood in front of them. He pointedly didn't sit, he chose to stay above them. It was a power move. Something was wrong. Something was off with him. This wasn't a simple questioning, this was personal. But what the hell could he or his father have done to upset this man?

When both he and his father failed to give him an answer McGarret half smiled. "Do you guys have any tangible proof that someone in Hawaii is using your daughter's identity?"

"Well, no, that's why we came here. To have you guys make sure," his father said. "Have we done something wrong?"

"No, but you've done some interesting things since you got here," he said. "In fact, Trevor, you seem to be on a quest to find a body. Do you want to explain?"

How the hell was he supposed to explain that? How? Yes Commander McGarrett my father and I performed an experiment where I tried to pull a person from one reality to another and I'm pretty sure the trip killed her and we're trying to find her body. Yeah. They'd lock him up on the spot. Straight to a mental ward for him.

Trevor stuttered out a response, but he got two words into his not so carefully prepared lie when McGarrett cut him off. "You went to ten different hospitals, thirteen morgues, you asked the coast guard, you asked H.P.D. about bodies coming out of the ocean in the last year, and you even asked me about it. It maybe have been unofficial when you asked me but you're clearly looking for something. And it's not the science project you mentioned, I'd gather."

"We think we pulled someone from one universe to this one," his father told him and that hardness that Commander McGarrett had been wearing like an armour shattered and was replaced with an intense fire. He turned his angry eyes onto his father and Trevor shivered. "Travelling in the space between worlds is a hard thing to do, we don't think this person survived."

"So, let me get this straight. You think you pulled someone from an alternate reality?" McGarrett asked.

Trevor tried to shut up his father but Trenton Pierce was on a roll. "Yes. If we could find the body, we figured we could prove the experiment a success. When we couldn't find a body, we started looking for a live person. The coast guard confirmed that someone had been found lost at sea around the time of our experiment. We think that this person would have to have taken the identity of someone…"

Panic flashed across McGarrett's face so quickly that Trevor would have missed it if he hadn't been carefully watching this man. Why was he afraid? Why did it scare him to hear that the coast guard had confirmed that they had pulled someone from the ocean?

"Yes, but why your daughter? Why do you think this person would take your daughter's..." suddenly McGarrett trailed off. He sighed as he stared at the two of them with something akin to pity flashing in his eyes. Except it wasn't real, it was an act. Trevor was sure of it. "You think you pulled your dead daughter from one reality to another, don't you?"

Trenton seemed to realize that the conversation was gone to a place where they wouldn't be helping them. He fell quiet and just stared at McGarrett as the man in front of them nodded. "Okay, you've caused quite a bit of panic for nothing but delusion and grief," he said. "Something terrible happened to you, and that's tragic but you can't come to our state and stir us up into a panic over it. I think it would be best if you pack your things and leave tonight."

"I'm sorry, are you deporting us?" Trevor asked. He had never been kicked out of a country before. He did a lot of travelling with his skaters for tournaments, he couldn't be declined access to the States because of this of this.

"No, I'm politely asking you to leave our state," McGarrett said. "Leave Hawaii and don't come back."

He moved to the door opening it to reveal two officers and two men in S.W.A.T. gear. This didn't feel polite at all. This felt super hostile.

"These men are going to escort you back to your hotel, then to the airport. Your tickets have already been changed for you," he said. "I hope you enjoyed your stay in Hawaii. I'm sorry for your loss, truly I am. But don't you dare come back here… ever again."

As Commander McGarrett left Trevor felt his lip curl back into a silent sneer. Commander McGarrett was hiding something. One day, some day. He was going to figure out what it was.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

"So," Danny said. He was sitting across from Steve. On the other side of his desk. He had his I'm trying not to judge you face on, his hands were spread in an open gesture as he thought how he'd phrase the next sentence that would come out of his mouth. "The Rowan that's supposed to be in our reality is dead?"

Steve nodded. "Yep. Still born. I found the death certificate," he said.

"And Rowan's known this for a while?" Danny asked.

Steve nodded again. "Since her first flickering incident. She had my mother help her use our smart table to look herself and her family up," he admitted.

"Why won't she talk about this? Does Doris know?" Danny asked. But Steve didn't have the answer. Neither did his mother.

"But it's why we couldn't find her when we ran her DNA," he explained. "She never actual lived. So, her DNA wasn't on file."

"But it should have brought up a familial match to her father, or her mother or her brother, right?" Danny asked.

Steve shrugged this time. "I told you. I ran her DNA against theirs. It wasn't a full match. There are some genetic markers that are similar, but it wasn't enough to make them related."

"But she told your mother they were her family," Danny clarified.

"Yes. No. Sort of," Steve said wincing, trying to think of how to phrase it so Danny understood. "They're this universe's version of her family. The version of her family that had to live with her being born a stillborn. Judging by the records I managed to dig up losing that baby destroyed the family."

"And you sent her father and brother away."

There it was. The thing Danny was judging him about. Yes. Yes, he had sent them away. At the time he didn't have a single doubt, but with Danny staring him down he had a million of them all of a sudden. When Duke had called him to tell them they had filed a police report he panicked. He figured he'd ask them what they were here for, ask them why they came and why they wanted her but as soon as he saw them, all desperate to find the little girl they had lost, he knew that if they met her, if they found her, they'd take her away. He figured he'd just tell them that they were wrong, that no one had been pulled, no bodies had been found and probably never would be, but once they told him the Coast Guard had confirmed her rescue, he knew they wouldn't believe him and he had to do something drastic. Then to make sure they couldn't go all the way back to Canada and search her up, he locked her file, top secret, only Five-0 had access to it now.

He had been forced to let her leave his life but she wasn't leaving the island. If she left the island, he knew he'd never see her again and that scared him more than he cared to admit.

"We sent away the people who pulled her here."

"They thought she was dead," Steve snapped. "They brought her here even though it could kill her. They didn't want her, they wanted to prove the experiment a success."

He didn't know if any of that was true, except for the part about them thinking she was dead. These were all lies he kept telling himself to make himself feel better. So, he didn't feel as much as an asshole as he knew himself to be.

Danny just stared at him. "You need to tell her what you did," he said in a quiet voice. "Not telling her is going to make things worse down the line."

"She doesn't want to see them," Steve said.

"You don't know that because you and her don't talk. Not about her family, not about anything anymore," Danny snapped. "You owe her that much Steve, she saved your life."

Luckily Steve didn't have to answer that guilt trip. Danny's phone was ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket. Looked at it briefly, pressed ignore and then slid it back into his pants. When he looked back up Steve was staring at him expectantly.

"It was Gabby," he said in lieu of an actual explanation.

Steve jumped on that. "Well, take the call, answer. You don't wanna talk to her?" he asked because maybe if he worked things out with Gabby, he'd leave him alone.

"No, she probably just wants to apologize again about how poorly she treated me, about her bad behaviour," Danny said with a forlorn sigh. Oh yes, poor hard-done-by Danny.

"Bad behaviour?" Steve echoed, earning a patronizing mhmm from Danny. "You're just gonna punish her?"

Yes. This was a good topic. It got the conversation onto Danny's idiot behaviour and off of his own. Luckily the conversation couldn't slide back either because Max came into Steve's office looking a little bit more morose then his usual self.

Steve smiled up at him hoping that if he continued to do that Max would open up to them a little bit. "Hey Max, what's up?"

"What's up, buddy?" Danny added as if it were some sort of competition between he and Steve.

Max seemed to make a weird face, like he was steeling himself for something and then immediately just went into talking, his eyes focusing on a spot on the floor like he was afraid to look at the other two men in the room. "Last night I pulled a slug out of one of the bodies recovered from the warehouse."

Okay, that was pretty standard. It didn't explain why he was hear this early in the morning. "I sent it over to Ballistics and 20 minutes ago, it got a hit."

"Okay," Steve said. His interest was definitely piqued here. He didn't know why this was so important. This all seemed quite standard. But Max seemed genuinely upset by the news.

"The bullet was fired from Kono's gun," he told them and the room went a deadly sort of quiet.

No that couldn't be possible. Both Steve and Danny digested that information and then locked eyes with other another. Each coming to the same conclusion.

They had to go find Kono.

Alright guys! So I've decided that when we reach 350 reviews (which is only 16 reviews away!) I'm going to post a bonus chapter. I've also decided that the 350th reviewer will get to choose which bonus chapter they want! So for your reviews, please tell me which option from below you'd like to read. And if you're a guest Reviewer please give me a username/nickname so I can announce you as the winner. Kay guys! Enjoy!

One. Brunch with Mary, Doris, Rowan and Steve (after Mary and Doris are reunited that one time)

Two. Steve's real time reaction to last chapter's heist scene

Three. One of the bake days with Kono

Four. How Rowan accidentally shot at Juan Carolos