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A/N: I'm so sorry this was late. I'm terribly jetlagged and I fell asleep editing this chapter. Hopefully this chapter will make up for it. For those of you who were worried, you didn't have to be. Rowan wasn't going to let Alex take her songs. So we've got a bit of a break here. This one chapter we got here is going to be a cute little chapter before Steve does fucked up thing #1. Also in 2 chapters Rowan's gonna get a relationship change, so you know, things to look forward to. So I really hope you like this one, I have a lot of d'aww moments and there is a lot less drama. I know this is taking forever, but let me tell you, I'm currently writing chapter 95 and I swear, that chapter alone will probably make up for all the bullshit, it's super freaking adorable. Anyway, sorry I updated late, don't forget to tell me what you think, and I'll see you Tuesday.

Chapter 77

It was on days like this that he hated his family. Mary was down for a visit and her latest surprise was that he had just become an uncle. Some adoption agency had thought Mary was a great candidate to adopt an infant. He wouldn't have trusted her with a cabbage patch doll, but there wasn't much he could do about it now, now could he?

Everything had been going great until Mary had gotten sick and now it was up to Uncle Steve to take care of his new niece, despite the fact that he had a homicide of an undercover cop working with the ATF to take down Dekker's gun running ring.

Did he mention he wasn't too pleased with friends either? Mostly because they were lying about their friendship with Rowan and not inviting him places, AND he hadn't been able to get them to admit it yet though. Despite him dropping mad hints that he knew. Then it was the whispers, now that he knew that they were still friends, more of the gossip made sense.

According to the PI he had hired, Rowan was bouncing from job to job. Two he had gotten her fired from. But she seemed to be collecting jobs like stamps. She had been a waitress, a cleaning maid, a hotel bartender and was currently working in a doctor's office as a front desk admin assistant. It was from the PI he learned that Rowan had crashed on Chin's couch for a week following an argument with Alex and that Alex and his band had been signed to a label, hence their sudden traction in the music industry. He was unaware of anything involving Rowan, other than she was named as the writer for almost all of the songs on the yet to be released album.

But it was from Duke that the learned that Rowan had failed her driving test, apparently, she drove too recklessly, which meant that she needed to take lessons before they let her do the test again. She had somehow completed all of these lessons, despite Steve's interruptions and her various shifts at various employments, which meant all she needed was logged practice with an experienced driver. Which somehow came down to Chin originally, except for the fact that Rowan's habit to go fast in fast cars had been… shall they say… encouraged by Chin's car.

This all came out when Duke told him that Rowan had been pulled over doing 180 by a highway patrol. Chin got her out of that ticket and he passed Rowan off to Danny who was flat out refusing to let her behind the wheel of his new Camaro. All of which seemed would have seemed very odd if Steve didn't know that they were lying about remaining friends with Rowan

What made all of this worse? He had gone cold turkey from Rowan at Catherine's request and while he hadn't seen her since that night, listening to the whispers still felt like cheating. He had made his friends aware of the situation and Danny and Chin had complied without a fuss, in fact they seemed all too excited about the idea. But this meant that he would often walk in on Chin and Danny talking and the conversation would die on their lips. He had noticed this before, of course, but now that he knew it was because they were still in contact with Rowan he was noticing it more and more.

His friends, in their act to be very supportive, now had an excuse to talk about her and then promptly not tell Steve what was going on or pretending that they weren't talking about her at all. He had gotten better at not asking what they were talking about and even better at pretending he didn't care.

Then of course, Catherine was going on dangerous missions dressing up as a foxy vixen and getting into huge fights in her attempt to help Kono get to Riku Sato and help her find Adam who had been taken his prisoner. Which made him nervous for a number of reasons, like not wanting Catherine to get beat the hell up when he wasn't there to give her back up. And Captain Grover of SWAT was having threatening conversations with Chin about how SWAT won't come if Five-0 calls for back up and how he can't have that convo with Steve because he's not a cop and didn't act like a cop. When in reality, it was as clear as day that Grover was just afraid of saying it to Steve's face and getting his old grumpy butt beat up in a family diner. Grover then followed up his conversation with Chin by giving Steve passive aggressive sass at their shoot out scene and insinuating that he was the problem with Five-0.

But that morning, when he had caught his case and he had told Danny about the whole situation, his so called best friend had made all sorts of wild accusations about Mary and her newly adopted baby. Mostly about how Mary didn't adopt a baby Steve did. He had no intention of taking care of a baby but then Mary got hospitalized and now he was Uncle Steve and Danny wouldn't stop fucking laughing at him.

He was only playing with Joan, she needed the stimulation, and she loved it when he talked baby to her and she liked to talk back to him. So, it gave him lots of satisfaction to then stick Danny with Joanie sitting duties. Mazel Tov, he was now Uncle Danny.

Now they were out on a balcony looking over the clue that Danny had found by following up with the real estate agent, Joanie still in Danny's arms, and still screaming. She had started screaming with Steve picked her up, so he promptly handed her back to Danny who was still struggling with her. She wasn't flat out shrieking but she was definitely crying.

"It seems like Matt was running surveillance on the lockers where we found the money," Steve said, pointing out the obvious because he couldn't think with all that crying. He glanced over to where Danny was standing bouncing Mary up and down in an attempt to calm her. He scowled at him. This had to be Danny's fault. It just had to be.

Steve went into the diaper bag on his shoulder and pulled out a hat. "You know what, if you're gonna hold the baby in the sun, okay, just ask me and I'll put a sun hat on her," he growled, he took the soft pink cap off of Joanie's head and plopped the sun hat on her. Danny could figure out the specifics on how to keep it her head.

Danny watched him do this with a look akin to confusion on his face but he said nothing. Joanie stopped crying for all of twenty seconds but Chin started talking and she started right back up again.

"The question is why would he be doing surveillance on the lockers?" Chin asked ignoring the exchange between Steve and Danny and ignoring the crying baby.

"Matt recorded all the times and dates of Dekker's weapons transactions. Right?" Steve asked.

Danny said nothing, Chin said: "Yeah." Joanie kept crying.

"The crew that was ripping Dekker off had that information," Steve reminded them.

Danny was the one who put it together though. "You thinking Matt thought that someone in the ATF leaked it?" he asked.

Yes that was what Steve thought, cause Steve trusted nobody. "I think he was building a case," Steve said. "He could have borrowed the money off of Dekker, planted it in the lockers to set up whoever was leaking that information. In that case, he would've planted the misinformation in one of his reports."

It was smart now all they had to do was go back to the palace and figure out which report it was in and who went to try and take the money. Steve turned back to see that Danny had moved away from he and Chin and was on his phone. He only heard the words: "Will yah just do it?" and then the call was over.

Danny put his phone back in his pocket and strange sense of dread came over Steve. "Who was that?" Steve asked.

Danny jumped, not high, not a lot, but just enough for Steve to realize that he was startled. That was not a good sign. "Jeezus, what are you sneaking up on me for?" he asked. But he didn't answer Steve's question.

"Why you startling so easy? Who was on the phone?" Steve asked.

"Back up, I've called in back up," Danny answered walking away and taking the crying Joan with him. Steve followed after him.

"What do you mean you called in back up? Danny? Who did you call? Who did you call?"

It also wasn't a good sign that Danny wouldn't answer that question either.

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Even with a hollering baby strapped to his chest, Steve McGarrett looked both majestic and badass. Women were swooning all over him like he was the total package, but they didn't know Steven like Danny did. They didn't know how frustratingly stubborn he was, or how recklessly dangerous. But only Steven McGarrett could make a toddler throwing a temper tantrum look hot.

Which was kinda why he was going to like what was going to happen next.

At the sound of wailing Rowan had popped out of Danny's office to stare at the child strapped to Steve's chest. Steven McGarrett, suave, fearless, who had just been basking in the glow of appreciative female stares, froze to a halt. He stood, quivering at the sight of Rowan and her tilted-in-confusion head.

"What is that?" Rowan said pointing to the child flailing its little arms frantically in the air as she screamed. Yes, the first girl to not be swayed by Steven's looks combined with a small child. But unlike the other women… Rowan knew Steve.

"That is his niece, Joan," Danny told her coming out from behind Steve who looked like he had been turned into a statue. He began to unstrap Joan from the holster, taking note that Steve was shaking, like he wasn't breathing. Danny turned back to Rowan once he had the infant in his arms, still screaming.

"I can't get her to stop, I need you to do something about it," he said. He offered the baby to her and Rowan backed away like it was a plague-stricken rat.

"Uh… no… I don't do anything younger than 4. If it needs diapers, I don't touch it," Rowan said.

Danny stared at her. "Are you kidding me?"

"I keep telling you, I don't like kids," Rowan growled taking another precautionary step away. Joan's screams got more frantic, Danny waited for Rowan's motherly instincts to kick in but instead she just winced like she was disgusted.

"Maybe she's hungry again," Steve whispered beginning to rummage through the diaper bag of stuff Mary had made him bring.

"We just fed her," Danny snapped and turned his glare back on Rowan. "Kids love you. Grace loves you."

"The feeling is not mutual," Rowan growled right back at him. Danny jerked, what? She did not love Grace? She seemingly thought over what she had just said and added: "About the kids, not Grace. I love Grace. But she's over four so that's probably why."

"I can't find her extra bottle," Steve mumbled, clearly having a conversation of his own. Danny turned to find him floundering in the bag and he sighed.

"Take her," Danny ordered and then before Rowan could duck away, he dropped the baby in her arms.

Danny turned away for three seconds, pushed Steve's hands aside and found the bottle and then he looked up. Something was missing. It was suddenly too quiet. Danny found himself staring into Steve's eyes as surprised as he looked and then both of them swung their eyes to Rowan who was holding onto Joan, the two stuck in a terrible staring match.

Rowan looked so uncomfortable and out of her element that Danny almost laughed, except he didn't because he was certain that it would break whatever spell had come over Joanie long enough to get her to stop crying.

"What the hell?" Steve hissed and Danny silently echoed that sentiment. "What… what did she do?"

Rowan blinked her eyes and carefully began sliding towards Danny who, under no circumstances, was picking up that screaming terror again. "I think if I maintain eye contact it will stay quiet."

"Then she's staying in your arms," Danny growled just as Steve said. "I'll take her."

He put one hand to Joanie's back to begin the hand off and the little girl started screaming again. He withdrew the hand and she stopped.

"Okay. What the fuck?" Steve snapped.

"Hey!" Rowan and Danny said at the same time. But it was Rowan who turned to him and said: "Watch her virgin ears!"

Danny and Steve waited to see, now that Rowan wasn't making eye contact, if Joan would start crying again, but the girl had grabbed a fistful of Rowan's hair and seemed intent on sucking on it.

Rowan caught that out of the corner of her eye and whispered: "Well it's a good thing I've been using organic shampoo huh? Does it taste like Coconut and pineapple?"

Joan made some cooing noises and slowly Steve and Danny stepped away. "I think she just missed her mom," Danny whispered. "Rowan's a female and it makes her feel better."

"You got another thing coming if you think you're leaving me with this kid," Rowan called as the two continued to step away.

Steve winced and took a hesitant step forward, but Danny grabbed him and held him back. They had a goddamn case. They couldn't take a baby on what would probably turn into an elaborate car chase and a regular chase.

"I'll let you practice in the Camaro," Danny offered.

Rowan turned immediately. "Really?" she asked.

"Yep. I'll teach you to drive like a civilian. Make sure you pass your test," he told her. "Just watch the kid."

Rowan narrowed her eyes. "Fine. Deal," she said, reaching out for the diaper bag that Steve handed over immediately. "But I'll tell you now, I'm a really bad influence."

As if either of them hadn't known that. Rowan turned to walk away from them and added: "And I'm staying in Steve's office."

Beside him, Steve went taunt at the sound of his name dropping from her lips. As soon as she was in his office, with his eyes staring forward like he could see her through the walls he said: "You shouldn't have done that."

Danny tried to hide his smirk. Maybe Steve didn't think he deserved it, but he did. He shot a glance at his partner and saw that his face was made of nothing but hard angles and anguish.

Ooohhh… Danny might have fucked up.

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A Sting operation. A fight with Grover. Rowan being in his office, looking fine as fuck with a baby in her arms, saying his name like it didn't burn him to hear it. This all added up to a very antsy Steve, which made standing in the shade of a tree by a Komodo Dragon enclosure at the Honolulu zoo super hard for him.

He may have agreed to stop seeing Rowan, he may have even stopped missing her and wanting her around but he was still attuned to her and the empty spaces her presence left. Which became more and more apparent the second she was actually in his presence again.

"Did you remember to give Joan her bottle?" Danny's voice called to him from the ear piece. Shit no he hadn't but he didn't need Danny knowing that.

"Of course, I did," he said as he pulled the phone out of his pocket. Rowan would know to feed a baby, right? She had to have some mothering instincts, especially if she could care for Wo Fat, right?

"You're texting Ro right now, aren't you?" Danny taunted and Steve scowled.

"No. I'm not," Steve answered absently. He shot the text off to Rowan and then waited.

Just as Danny said: "You're a terrible liar," Rowan responded with a selfie of her and Joan, Joan was eating her bottle and Rowan had spit up on her shirt. Joan looked as happy as an infant could be and Rowan looked far from pleased.

Under the photo came a caption: "Y'all owe me more than driving lessons."

Steve almost laughed.

"I got something. Guy in a black Hoodie, right in front of you," Danny told him and Steve put his phone away.

Time to take down a corrupt ATF agent.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Steve came back to the Palace after a successful bust to find Rowan on the floor of his office with Joanie on her chest, singing a soft softly and sweetly.

Baby mine, don't you cry…

It was haunting and chilling and all Steve could think was that he needed to get Rowan out of this office before Catherine came back.

"What song is that?" Steve asked coming into his office and plucking Joan off of Rowan. Joan squealed and he smile. Yes, back to being the cool Uncle Steve.

Rowan picked herself up off of the floor and said: "You know, Baby Mine, the Dumbo song? She really likes it. Calms her down. As does Someone's Waiting for You from the Rescuers."

Steve nodded. He needed Rowan out of his office. He needed Rowan away from him right now. Those old urges were quickly popping up.

"You guys so owe me, by the way. Look at this," she said indicating to her shirt. "That brown stain isn't baby food. And she peed on me while I was changing her diaper. She did it on your desk, FYI, I cleaned it best I can but uh… you may wanna go over it."

"Do you mean: Danny owes you," Steve asked because he didn't want to get in an argument when the two of them were finally being civil, and if he asked more questions… like… why was she changing a baby on his desk… and how could she not clean it right… they'd probably get in an argument.

"It's your niece," Rowan said.

"Yeah but I'm not in your life anymore, remember? You told me to get out," he reminded her.

Rowan nodded quickly like she understood. She said nothing about regretting the decision to kick him out of her life, or a better explanation for why she did it. After careful consideration she just smiled at him and said: "How about, in lieu of payment or actual favours that involve you having to interact with me, the next time you decide to arrest me… just… don't."

Steve wanted to smile, but a smile did not form. He wanted to say deal but he couldn't get the words out of his throat. Sensing that he was stuck, Rowan smiled sheepishly at him. "Mary should be on her way," she said. "She called earlier, said she was filling out release paperwork and then she'd be on her way over."

Yes he had gotten the same call from her too. She would be here more than soon. He followed Rowan out into the main room just as Mary made her way into their headquarters.

"Oh Rowan!" Mary cried as if she hadn't known she was there. Mary liked Rowan so he wasn't surprised when she pulled her in for a hug. "So nice to see you. It's a shame you couldn't make things work, I was rooting for you."

Marry pinned Steve with a dirty glare and he rolled his eyes, she knew, she knew that things hadn't worked out and they were Rowan's fault. And Wo Fat's.

Rowan shot him a glance over his shoulder: "Yes, so was I," she whispered. Uh… whoa… what? But Steve couldn't dissect that information now. He didn't have the capacity, nor the time with Catherine downstairs interrogating someone.

Steve stepped past her, handing Joan off to Mary: "There we go," he whispered.

Mary took her, a big smile on her face. "Look at that. No dings or scratches. I'm guess that's because she spent all her time with Aunt Ro."

"Nope, not all me. Steve also passed her off on Uncle Chin and Uncle Danny," she said. Steve scowled at them as they all broke out in amused chuckles.

"I had a homicide to investigate. Did you want me to bring her along?" he asked.

"Well it looked like you had fun too. I just saw you," Mary teased.

"I... uh… I definitely had a lot of fun," Danny said. Stupid Danny the suck up.

"Yeah, she's a great kid, Mary," Chin added.

Yeah, yeah the baby was cute. Why was Rowan still there? Why was she standing with them like she belonged? She chose not to belong, and if she was carrying on a secret friendship with Chin and Danny she shouldn't be hanging around and making it obvious.

"Aw, thank you," Mary said like she had any hand in making her. She had adopted her! "Well the next time I need a sitter, I'll call on you three."

"Excuse me, for a minute here, please," Steve erupted. "Yes, we all contributed, but I was primary on this one, I'd like to say."

"You didn't change a single diaper!" Rowan growled which earned an eye roll from Mary who just said: "Okay tough guy!"

She then took a hold of Joan's little hand and waved it to them. "Say good-bye to your Aunt and Uncles," she said and then waved and mimed good-bye.

"What? Where you going? You don't… you don't need to rush off, do you? Just stick around for a bit," Steve offered.

"We just wrapped up this case. We got nothing on the board. We could…" Danny started for Chin to finish: "Go and get a bit to eat."

"Right," Steve whispered but that was not what he wanted. He wanted Joan all to himself.

"Sorry, but we got bouncing baby story time at the library in ten minutes," she told them. She began to wave Joan's little hand at them. "So say, bye Uncle Steve. Bye Uncle Danny, Bye Uncle Chin and Bye Aunt Ro."

Each and every person waved and said good-bye and then Mary called a thank you and they were both gone.

In the silence that followed Steve stood there, missing Joan. He didn't think he would but he did. Maybe he wanted to have a kid. Maybe. His eyes found Rowan again. Maybe he wanted their kid.

Rowan immediately turned on Danny. "Anyway… I demand a driving lesson."

Danny glared at her. "What? Now?!"

"Yep, let's go," she said grabbing his arm and tugging him away. Danny sighed but he went with her. They got all of two steps before they were halted.

"Oh look at that," Catherine said appearing from behind Steve. She had a purple bruise on her eyebrow, but she was topside which meant she was done interrogating the guy she had in their basement.

Ignoring her comment Steve turned to her, giving her his undivided attention before she could freak out. "How you feeling?" he asked her, mainly cause she got beat up not eight hours ago.

"Never better," she said with a grin. "Why is Rowan here?"

"I was babysitting," Rowan told her hooking a thumb over her shoulder and sliding in behind Danny. "I swear Danny called me here to babysit. The baby's gone now but I swear…"

"Yeah whatever," Catherine snapped and then turned her eyes towards Steve. "Got a location on Sato. Full surveillance package. Address, structural blue prints, security system, activity logs for his staff. Everything's there. It's all good."

Steve took this all in shocked she had gotten all of this done on her own. "You… uh… you do that all by yourself?" Danny asked and Steve was grateful that it came from him and not Steve she would have taken offence if he had done it.

"You trying to put us out of a job?" Chin teased

"No, of course not. But I did do this by myself and I didn't have to ask your pet psychic for help," Catherine answered proudly.

Everyone blinked their eyes at her. It was a comment they had not expected. Danny looked about ready to spit some shit, even Chin looking ready to say something eloquently worded with a hint of disappointment in his tone. But it was Rowan who popped out from behind Danny and said: "Uh… excuse you? Who said I'd help you? Ungrateful. Remember? You don't deserve my help."

Catherine was all wide-eyed and hostile with her nostrils flaring angrily at Rowan who was still half behind Danny. Rowan too, did not look happy, her usual face was suddenly shadowed in a dark glare, but then she caught whatever look was on Steve's face Rowan softened.

"But you know, even if I did want to I can't," she said quickly. "I'm on their watch list and I'm pretty sure I'm like one incident away from getting kidnapped, so it's probably better if I stay out of their business for a while."

Steve's eyebrows furrowed together. What now? "One incident away from… why the hell would they want to kidnap you?" he asked.

Rowan turned her wide eyes of surprised to him. "Hmm? What now?"

"You said you're one incident away from getting taken by the Yakuza, why would they want you?" he asked.

Rowan scoffed at him. "Uh… I didn't say that," she said laughing nervously.

Steven shook his head, a scowl forming on his face, why was she lying to him? "Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't," she argued. She then turned to Danny and said: "Driving lesson. Now."

Danny sighed but let her pull him away, waving over his head and calling out a good-bye to them. Once they were gone Steve turned his attention back to Catherine who looked far from please and was offering him up something.

The Five-0 badge he had given her last night when she had gone after Sato's money man at the casino. "Thanks for the loaner."

He took it from her and then noted the way her lips pursed. She didn't like having to hand it back… and well… she was looking for a job. He glanced to the badge in his hand and then back to the girl he was trying to desperately hard to make it work with. He could do better then his current attempts. And this would prove it.

"Uh… you know what? Here," he said offering it back. "Why don't you keep it?"

"What?" Catherine breathed out but she took the badge he was offering and then stared up at him like he had just gotten on one knee and pulled out a diamond ring. YES! This was the kind of brownie point he needed right now and it wouldn't just benefit him. Maybe Catherine would leave Rowan alone too.

"You need a job, we need some help," he said with a shrug.

Chin smiled, the motion strained but Steve thought it was sincere. "Don't think about it. Just say yes," he offered.

"Okay, yes," Catherine said without a moment's hesitation.

Steve nodded. "Alright, well, Welcome to Five-0," he said and she pulled him in for a hug. He felt her turn her head in his embrace. She was looking at the door, probably wondering if Rowan had seen but Steve already knew she was gone. He had felt it, that warm sense of calm he got when she was around, had left him when she had.

He pushed himself into the hug, desperately holding her closely to get some sort of semblance of the same feeling but nothing returned to him. He just had to hope that Catherine didn't notice.

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Trevor and Trenton had come up with a foolproof back story before the went to the police. A tale of kidnapping and switched-at-birth-conspiracies. Not too complicated, not too serious, with back up stories for any plot holes the cops came up with. But they didn't have anything.

Trenton told them of his concerns. That this Commander McGarrett may have decided to keep her, maybe she didn't know people were looking for her. Either way, a DNA test would prove one of them wrong and then they could move on from there. The Toronto Police Services were inclined to agree.

A simple search pulled up a file. Rowan Pierce. Living in Hawaii. But the TPS couldn't view it. It had been locked. By Hawaiian-Five-0. Damn that McGarrett.

That put a halt in their progress, because they had to ask permission. Permission was denied. TPS immediately found it suspicious that the request for access had been denied, not by Five-0 but the Governor of Hawaii. So they passed it up to the CSIS.

The Canadian Security Intelligence Service Bureau took this to the next level. Upon hearing Trevor and Trenton's plight, after reading the type of push back they were getting for Hawaii, they decided it was time to prove that while Canadian's were nice they didn't fuck around when it came to the care and protection of their citizens. A call was made, to the Governor, who was told that if he was harbouring a Canadian citizen against that citizen's will, they would be forced to file an injunction to get her back. Canadian's were polite, after all, but they weren't hockey champs for nothing.

The Governor agreed to the terms, and while the file was not unlocked, he said for Rowan's safety, a matter he said he could not discuss as it was deemed a State Secret, he did agree to have HPD send over finger prints and DNA for them to analyze.

Trenton wasn't sure they had her finger prints, he was certain they did that birth certificate thing where the prints were registered, but he didn't know what became of that. And under no circumstances was he going to call his ex-wife and ask for it. It would just bring up too many bad memories.

But the DNA came in. Trenton gave his DNA for comparison and then they had to wait. A whole four days because the DNA came in on a goddamn Friday and it would take the lab until Monday to process it.

Then Monday rolled around and Trevor and Trenton went into the CSIS offices to hear the news.

The girl they were dealing with, Angela, was waiting for them when they got there she had a smile on her face and a paper in her hand. Trevor practically ripped it out of her grasp.

Negative.

Angela went on to say how this was a good thing for them. They had closure. This was not their daughter or sister, just a girl in a bad circumstance with the same name. A girl that made no claim to be related to them, who, according to the Governor, said she had no family at all. But this wasn't good news. Because Trevor knew, he felt it in his bones whenever he looked at her picture, that that was his sister.

They thanked Angela for her time and took their results and left. Trenton treated his son to an afternoon at the AGO to cheer him up followed by a dim sum dinner at their favourite joint. He was treating Trevor with kid gloves and he hated it.

It was over Trevor's fourth steamed pork bun that his father finally said: "I know it's disappointing, but at least we know now. We won't always wonder."

"But it's her dad," Trevor complained. "It is. That is my sister. I swear it."

"She doesn't share our DNA Trevor," Trenton whispered. "She can't be your sister if we're not biologically related in some way."

Trevor leant forward, ready to spit some shit his father probably wouldn't believe. "After that first experiment, I dreamed I was in the void. Every night. I'd float there and I'd see this girl. This girl with red hair and our eyes and I wanted her. I wanted her so bad that I was dragging her to me with that stupid metal hook. I only had that dream for a week but for months after I'd see her. Out of the corner of my eye, in my peripherals, everywhere," Trevor explained. He pulled out the picture and showed it to his dad. "How could I have known exactly what she looked like before I ever saw her? Huh?"

Trenton looked down to the picture and then back to Trevor's face, the pity he in his father's eyes make his stomach turn and a bile rise up his throat. "I've been where you are Trevor," he said sadly. "I've imagined what your sister would look like for years, I see her on the face of every child, and every female student I take a shine to. But the mind can manipulate things, maybe this girl is just similar to your vision version of Rowan. And let's face it, I think part of the problem is McGarrett, you want so badly for there to be a reason he told us to leave so you've drawn a link to this girl. Unfortunately, it's time to face facts. The DNA doesn't match. She's not our Rowan. It's more likely that whoever or whatever you pulled here is at the bottom of the ocean."

Trevor wanted to argue. He wanted to remind his dad, again, of Steven McGarrett and the fear on his face when they told him the Coast Guard had confirmed they had found someone in the ocean around the time of their experiment. To ask him why, if that were true, did Steven McGarrett kick them off of those islands? But Trevor realized his father wasn't going to listen to him. No one else was going to listen to him because he would just sound crazy. Trevor went back to his dim sum and silently wondered if maybe… maybe he was crazy after all.