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A/N: Guys I'm so sorry this is late, I had an assignment and forgot the damn thing was due. So JP, I am fine, my assignment got in on time and this chapter is READY TO ROLL! Anyway, I interrupt our regular schedule chapter to reward our Winner! Congrats to Steve's Girl for winning the bonus Chapter. She picked option number 4 so I have prepared a lovely chapter here that is filled with hijinks we missed out on in the past, though it's a bit short. Friday we'll be back to our regular chapters and the cliffhanger will be resolved. SO! I know we ended on a cliffhanger… and I feel bad, so if we get to 360 reviews by Thursday I'll post the next update on Thursday AND a third update (cause I'm pretty sure that chapter ends on a cliffhanger too) on Saturday! How does that sound? Sound fair? So tell me what you think, tell me what made you laugh or what you think is gonna happen next in the regular chapters and I'll see you soon!

Chapter 58 – Bonus #3

Rowan sat in her plush bed surrounded by pillows. Little Mermaid was playing in the background as she read her book. Her voice was better now, so though she had lost her book to write in, Wo Fat had not given her another one. To be honest, she was just surprised he hadn't throttled her when she admitted she had left it purposely for Steve.

And he hadn't moved them either. Probably because Rowan had absolutely no idea where she was. All she saw was jungle and she had been blindfolded for all the other excursions so she never saw any streets.

The door opened and Rowan turned expecting to see Wo Fat but it was Juan instead.

"You bored, chica?" he asked her and Rowan jumped to her feet.

"YES!" she cried. "Do you have something for me to do?"

"How about a dance lesson?" he asked.

"Naw, I don't feel like waltzing with Wo today," she said flopping down to the bed.

"Both your Oz and my Uncle are away. Oz had a very important meeting and my Uncle went to back him up," he said. He loved called Wo Fat by her nickname for him because he hated it. Only Rowan can call me Oz! he'd shout and Juan Carlos would just smirk at him.

She was certain if he was Armando's dearest nephew Wo Fat would have slapped him by now.

Rowan sat back up. "Ohh… so you're gonna teach me?" she asked.

"I figure while the bosses are away, we could dance?" he said with a suggestive smile. She didn't have the heart to tell him that it wasn't the right saying or that he could flirt all he wanted her heart belonged to Steve and Steve alone.

Still Rowan smiled and got back up. "Sounds good, but if they ask, I'm telling them you coerced me," she said with a playful grin and then she followed Juan Carlos out of her prison cell.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Wo Fat walked into the compound with Armando beside him. It had been a lucrative deal, but they ended up only taking half of the merchandise. This meant that the rest of the merch was following behind them, being carried by his lackies like a profession and he was at the head of it.

Rowan was supposed to be in her cell, that was where he left her after all, so he expected quiet. But since Rowan had entered his life there was never quiet, so why he expected it that day was beyond him. And it was clearly too much to ask.

The sound of Latin music hit his ears and his pace picked up. Latin music meant dancing and the only two people who danced to that was Rowan and Juan Carlos. He had specifically told that idiot of a boy to stay away from her. If he wanted to play, he could wait for he and Armando to come back. He burst into the room and sure enough Juan and Rowan were dancing again. A very seductive hip hop version of the Merengue with a mix of Paso Paso. In other words, a dance that was way too inappropriate for him. It looked like they were trying to fornicate on the floor, with all that swaying and twisting and turning and dipping. It was unnecessary, and he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.

"Nope, nope, nope," he said waving his hands at them and putting himself in between them. He turned on Juan Carlos, who was probably the brains behind this, with his hands on his hips. "What did I say? What was the direct order?"

"Keep her happy," Juan Carlos recited and Wo Fat scowled at him because it was true.

"What did I say today?" he repeated because, clearly, he had to be more specific for him.

"Leave her in her room," Juan Carlos said glumly. "No outside privileges while you and my uncle are away."

"And what is this?" he thundered gesturing to where they were.

"Well… technically I'm still inside," Rowan said and he whirled around on her.

"Don't start with me, missy!" he snapped pointing a finger into her face. "I specifically said no dancing with him!"

"But I was bored," she said with a pout.

"You are not on vacation, you are my prisoner. You are supposed to suffer," he growled but Rowan just pouted again. No! That would not work on him anymore. When he didn't budge, Rowan suddenly hugged him, her arms wrapping around his chest and holding him there. His heart rate started to pick up and his breathing hitched as a result. This was terrible. It was like he was having an allergic reaction.

"No, no, get off," he said pushing her away from him and then holding her at bay by keeping his hands on her shoulders. "Okay… you can stay out while we do inventory. Need to make sure that I wasn't ripped off."

He pushed her until her legs bumped up against a chair and then he pressed her down until she was sitting. "You… you stay here, okay, stay here!" he ordered.

Behind him Armando had grabbed Juan Carlos by the ear and was dragging him away as he yelped. "And you are going to stay here, very far away from each other to minimize the damage you cause."

With that dealt with Wo Fat turned back to the matter at hand, which was unpacking the boxes to count his merchandise to confirm it was all there. And god forbid it wasn't. He had laid out everything in one crate when he felt her beside him. He straightened and sighed, staring straight forward as he propped himself up on the table and waited to see if she would catch the hints he was dropping with his body language.

She did not.

"Rowan… was I not clear when I told you where to stay?" he asked with grit teeth.

Rowan glanced to him with a smile and said: "Oh no, you were perfectly clear."

At that he did turned to her and her big smile, noting the pistol she had in her hands. He snatched it away from her, pulled the magazine out and then handed it back to her before she could grab a different loaded gun.

"If I was perfectly clear why the hell have you moved?" he asked putting a hand on his hip.

"What kind of guns are these?" she asked him instead of answering his question.

"Illegal one's, Ro," he said to her. And she frowned at him.

"Don't call me that," she said sharply. "You don't get to call me that. That is for friends and family and you're a kidnapper and you're very clear about keeping that line very distinctly between us."

Wo scowled at her. But he couldn't say anything because she was right. "The gun you're holding is a Barretta 92," he said. "We also had a few SIG Sauers, a Glock or so, and I believe one submachine… I'll have to check my inventory to be sure…"

"And this really shoots?" she asked raising the gun and pointing out in front of her.

Juan Carlos ducked in his chair but didn't leave it. "We'll don't point it at me!" he cried.

"Oh, don't worry about that one, I pulled the ammunition from it," he said raising the magazine to show the frightened young man. He smirked at Juan, poor weak little Juan who would never be able to move into his Uncle's business if he couldn't stare down a gun.

He could open a dance studio though.

"Oh yeah?" Rowan asked smiling at him and then she took careful aim, lowing the gun a smidgen so it was level with Juan's head, one eye closed, her tongue sticking out of her mouth in her concentration. And she pulled the trigger.

The bang that erupted from the gun startled everyone. The box right by Juan's ear shook at the impact, the packing material inside erupted from the top and Juan, who had been perfectly still suddenly let out a frightened scream, well into the silence following the gunshot, and collapsed to the floor like he might have fainted. Armando rushed to his nephew's side and Wo Fat crowded Rowan.

He quickly ripped the gun from her hands and Rowan backed up horror on her face. She turned her wide accusing eyes to him. "You said it wasn't loaded!"

"It wasn't!" Wo shouted back at her. "There must have been… there must have been one in the chamber."

"An automatic weapon stores bullets in chambers?" she cried like learning how guns work would solve this problem.

Juan Carolos was still on the floor huffing, puffing and wailing like he had been shot, when really a bullet had just whizzed dangerously past him. Wo Fat scowled at him and then to Rowan who looked so afraid and worried that he was actually concerned she might run to him and confess some sort of emotion.

No that was ridiculous… this wasn't a romance movie, and the girl was obsessed with McGarrett, like he was obsessed with her. Wo Fat had had her for a month and he was still searching.

Still he wanted Rowan out of this room, and away from Juan before she could accidently kill the man, so he shoved her towards the door so he could get her back to her little cell.

"You said it wasn't loaded," she hissed again as he made her move. He said nothing because he thought it wasn't.

Leave it to Rowan to pull the trigger on a gun with no magazine and still find a way to shoot with it.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

He left her alone for ages. A man she didn't recognize brought her her dinner which was overdone mac and cheese and a glass of milk. What was she? Nine? The guy dropped off her food and managed to pick up the empty tray without making eye contact or falling for her attempts to talk to him.

She finished reading her book, she watched two separate movies and didn't pay attention to them, but tried to sing along and started coughing again. She had made a slushie and was almost finished it when Wo Fat showed up

"He's fine, since I know you're wondering," he said to her, leaning on the door. "Craving or sore throat?"

She looked down to the slushie in her hand and sighed. "Tried to sing. Didn't end well," she told him.

"You need to pace yourself on you're going to get worse," he reminded her and she looked away.

"I was bored," she said, for the millionth time and he sighed.

"Well… alright… would you like something to do, right now?" he asked.

Rowan turned to him, her eyes narrowed. Since the pool incident he hadn't quite trusted her, they hadn't quite been the same. He wasn't as cuddly with her, he wasn't as close to her, it was like that incident had taken all that hard work she spent on making him social, on making him like her.

He hadn't come for movie nights, they haven't been rough housing or playing around. It made her worried, and it left her very, very bored.

"What kind of thing did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Oh just get up and come with me," he snapped and she did as she was told. She grabbed his hand and held it before he could grab her arm. He glared down at her but when she just smiled up at him he looked away from her and decided not to complain.

He wanted to hold onto her anyway, but maybe if she kept up the cuteness he'd lower his guard again and she could try to escape him and get back to Steve.

Wo Fat hated it when she held his hand. It made him heat, not in the I wanna fuck her kind of way, but it made him feel all warm and fuzzy and a smile would sort of tug at his lips. It was sort of like he had a fever or an illness and his main symptom was feeling this sort of urge to be kind. Even then, with her small hand in his all cool from the slushie she had been tucking into when he got to her, he could feel that warmth rising up out of the depths of his broken, shattered, blackened heart and spreading throughout him. He didn't know what he was going to feel when he brought her into the main hall.

But he opened the door for her anyway and ushered her in carefully watching her face. It had been a very long time since he had done something simply to please someone else, with no real benefits for himself. If it didn't pay off, he'd never do something like this ever again.

Rowan looked around at the fairy lights twinkling in the darkness, some pure white others pastel multi colors. A disco ball was handing and reflecting specks of light around them. A simple push of a button on his phone and a waltz was playing.

"I figure if you wanted dance lessons, I'd teach you to waltz," he said with a soft smile and when Rowan turned to him an excited grin on her face that warmth practically exploded.

"That's great, but can we try something different for today?" she asked and when he nodded a grin stretched across her face that made him nervous.

She snatched the phone out of his hand with her own devious smile and scrolled through a few options before settling on something and then dancehall music was thumping around them. Wo Fat frowned at her but it was too late. She had handed him the phone and then grabbed his hands to drag him into the middle of the room.

He didn't want to, but they were alone, so he decided to go for it. To dance in that silly club like fashion where she swayed to the music, jumped up and down at the drop of a beat. But he was going to do things his way. With her hands in his he went through several uncomplicated dance twirls that made her giggle and laugh which in turn made him smile.

The danced through two songs, it being more of a work out then he thought it to be when someone joined in beside them. Wo Fat started at Juan Carlos' appearance but as the man had slid behind him so he was trap in-between he and Rowan he couldn't move away.

"Gotta leave room for the Ozzy Spirit!" Juan Carlos cried over the music and that gave Wo Fat the strength to shove them away. But that just made them laugh louder and then they were dancing with each other

This was what started the whole drama this afternoon but he didn't care anymore. Rowan was smiling and having fun, and he was back on track with convincing her to stay with him. She may even give up McGarrett. Once again that warm feeling rose up in his throat. Just watching her twirl about he felt like that little boy again watching what he thought was his mother and father dancing in their kitchen. Why did Rowan always remind him of the old days before he was abandoned and broken.

Armando came to stand beside him. "This is what started this all," he reminded him. "But for now, this is cute. It better not last long though."

Juan Carlos and Rowan were no longer dancing but practically fornicating on the dancefloor. "Yeah, no, that's gotta stop," Wo Fat said and immediately rushed forward. Yeah. She was gonna drive him crazy.