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A/N: Hey guys, sorry the update is late. We've got a pretty interesting update here. Rowan's going to be fine, in the grand scheme this is just a small thing and there's going to be a bit of a monkey wrench that I'm throwing in in this chapter. But I promise, I two chapters it's all settled okay? I'm not going to lie I've had a real rough go of things recently. I'm really stressed at school and I think I've finally hit a road block with this story. I'm going to do my best to go through it. But I'm only 15 chapters ahead so I won't have a lot of chapters left over for when I do the marathon and I really don't want to go back to once a week chapter or… heaven forbid, not updating regularly. So we may have to wait a bit longer for the marathon. Sorry about that guys. I hate to disappoint you, but I'll see you on Tuesday!

Chapter 86

HAHA very funny. But seriously. Listen to me. You asked me if I had anything new. Well I do. Vancouver. Straight up. Been dreaming about it for days, and hadn't been able to figure it out until today. Vancouver. Bet you any money he's in Vancouver.

Kono got out of the cab and headed into the small diner. Rowan hadn't been able to give her much, but it had been enough. She had found intel, a man using Adam's mother's maiden name, working out of a diner off the airport strip… this diner. She was right, she knew it.

Pulling her hood down she looked around. A dishwasher, that's who Adam was now, he wouldn't be out in the front. He'd be in the back kitchen. So she followed a bus boy into the back.

Chin had left her a message while she had been on the last flight. Told her all about Rowan and about her condition. She felt bad, to be there in Vancouver, a stone's throw away from where Rowan's family was from, while Rowan herself was in the hospital clinging to life. Again. But it was Rowan's dreams that got Kono to where she was, she owed it to Rowan to follow this through, no matter how much she wanted to return to sit vigil by Rowan's bed.

No one in the kitchen had thought to stop her as she walked towards the back and then it didn't matter. Because there was Adam. Never mind his back was to her, she knew it was him, she could tell by his shoulders.

"Adam?" she asked, her voice barely carrying over the din of the kitchen but he heard her. Because he straightened, and glanced over his shoulder.

He had grown a beard. He was wearing a black wife beater, an apron, non-slip shoes, plain black pants and he had a beard. He looked nothing like the Adam she knew but it was him. Nothing would be able to change his eyes.

"Kono?" he asked as he turned to her.

She approached him slowly, afraid that if she got to him he wouldn't actually be there. He turned around fully to look at her, he too looked like he might cry. She put a hand out to touch that beard, if it were real, if she could feel it under her fingertips she'd cry, she knew it. His hand hit her shoulder and she could feel it, really feel it, over her coat. He was there. He was really there.

She started to cry and he pulled her in for a hug. A tight embrace that reminded her that he was there, that she had really founds him. That being away from Rowan in her time of need was validated by having her own arms around Adam's shoulder as she cried into his neck.

"How did you find me?" he asked once she had pulled away from him, his hands framing her face. "Did Rowan get a vision?"

He was teasing, so she wasn't going to tell him that Rowan had pointed her in the right direction. "It wasn't easy."

He frowned, clearly in pain for some reason. "You shouldn't have come. You might've been followed."

Oh the poor boy, he didn't know. He was still trying to protect her. "It's over, Adam," she whispered to him. "There's no loyalty for Michael anymore. Anyone who wanted revenge for his death is either dead or locked up. So you don't have to hide anymore."

He looked surprised and happy at the same time. "We can go home?" he asked, like he didn't believe it.

She nodded. "Yeah, we can go home," she told him, smiling just at the thought of returning home. She let him pull her into a kiss and tried to not laugh in giddy happiness. She was going home.

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Steve was in one sort of a mood that day. He didn't want to be in this woman's house asking questions about the missing bar owner who was friends with Grover and coincidentally a wanted fugitive in a 20-year-old murder case, in fact he looked all but livid about being pulled on a case at all. Grover could guess why.

So before he went to interrogate the wife and Steve went to ask the kids some questions he pulled the man aside. "Something going on with girlie I don't know about?" he asked. Steve sighed like he thought he had been hiding his emotions, he took in Grover's glare and decided not to lie.

"She was supposed to be awake two days ago," Steve answered absently, his hands on his hips, thumbs hooked into his belt loops like he was trying to be casual. Like Grover couldn't see how distraught the man was.

"Girl had three holes drilled into her head and major swelling, I think we should be grateful she's alive and not just sleeping in," he said.

"Yeah, no, I know… it's just… she's always been punctual and last time… I unno she woke up early…" he said wincing as if his hearing the stupidity of his own words.

"That wasn't a medically induced coma, girl came out of a surgery," Grover snapped.

"Well I mean… yeah you're right. But… when she was shot… like… a few days after her surgery when they didn't think she'd wake up for weeks she just… she just woke up and she had a machine breathing for her and her surgery had been hellish and she… she woke up. I unno… I just thought… maybe…."

"Boy, it sounds like if anything you should be expecting a third act twist or for her to get worse," Grover said heading towards the wife. "Shit, I'll just be happy if she has a nice recuperation period before quietly waking up."

Scowling Steve went back to the kids while he interrogated the wife about what she knew of his past crimes.

He currently had her crying and coming up on empty but he didn't know if he believed her. "Fingerprints don't lie, Bridgette," he said showing her the print out from the computer. The warrant out for his arrest. "Your husband is wanted for murder back in Illinois."

She was looking at it but she wasn't believing it. "He would never," she growled a single tear falling down her cheek. "You know him. You know the kind of man he is."

"I thought I did," Grover admitted. "Now you listen to me very carefully. In a couple of hours, this whole islands gonna be crawling with HPD, FBI and Illinois State Police, and they're all gonna be looking for your husband. And there'll be some young, gung-ho, trigger-happy cops looking to make a name for themselves by bringing in a fugitive on a 20-year-old murder case. And they don't know Jack the family man. They only know Jack the fugitive, and they're gonna bring him in by any means necessary."

It was the harsh reality and judging by the dark glare on her face it was not appreciated. She wasn't gonna talk to the mean cop grilling her so Grover changed his tactics. "Bridgette, I know this is a lot. I'm sorry. But I'm gonna need your help. If you know where he might be, if he's tried to contact you, you need to tell me right now."

She shook her head. "I don't. I swear," she answered in a small voice. Steve was behind her now, so much for giving Grover a minute.

"Bridgette, the boys said that Jack came back to the house this morning," he said and she turned to him she looked surprised, like she genuinely didn't know.

"I… I must have been asleep," she said.

"That's what they said," Steve confirmed and she seemed to relax. Damn, Steve was good. "He made them promise not to tell anybody that he'd come back here. I guess he grabbed a rifle and some camping gear. He also told them that he might be away for a little while. You got any idea where that might be?"

She thought for a moment before sighing and saying: "He goes hunting in the Ewa Forest Reserve. Uh… he usually makes camp around the Waimano Stream."

Steve nodded. "Okay I know where that is," Steve said, like the good chipper boy-scout he was. "Thanks."

He walked away while Grove was assuring Bridgette that he'd bring back Jack safe, but even Grover her the cellphone ring. Heard Steve's excited voice. Clipped quick questions: "She did? When?" and he sure as hell heard the: "I'll be right there."

He joined Steve out on the porch as he was pushing his phone back out of his pocket and fumbling with his keys. "What's going on?" Grover asked, knowing already that it was about Rowan. By the shaking of his hands he reckoned Steve got bad new, but when Steve flashed him a roguish half grin he knew it was good.

"Rowan's awake," he said and then he was rushing for his truck. Grover couldn't help but be amazed, he had never see Steve smile like that before.

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This was not good, no, no it was not.

It had been Danny's turn to sit with Rowan. Grace had been sent off to cheerleading camp leaving him with strict instructions to be by Rowan's bed side in the evening so Grace could say goodnight, and to text her any updates. Danny had met a girl on the way back, a very nice girl that ended up getting hurt while driving. Shot actually. It hadn't taken him long to figure out what happened and once that was settled, he had returned to the hospital to sit with Rowan so Chin could help Steve with the case.

Rowan had been out of it for eight days now, eight days of rotating shifts, of Grace braiding and rebraiding whatever she could reach of Rowan's hair, of Grover reading the sports page to her, of Steve sleeping, his arms folded over the edge of her cot his head pillowed on his arms, and of Chin playing her scores of the songs she was still working on in hopes to cajole her into waking, but she didn't.

Until that afternoon.

Danny had been sitting beside her holding her hand, Grace had demanded to facetime Rowan, so he was holding his phone up to Rowan's face as Grace continued to talk to her telling her all about camp and how many videos she was going to show her when she got back, but suddenly she just went quiet.

"Daddy?" she had said in a soft voice. "Auntie Ro is looking at me."

Danny's head had whipped up and actually looked at Rowan's face. Her head had been turned to his phone, her eyes had been open but instead of smiling, she had been staring at her with narrowed eyes.

"Evolet? What did you do to your hair?" she had asked, her voice foggy and thick.

"I'm not… Evolet. I'm Grace," his daughter had said to her a pout on her face. "What's wrong with her Danno?"

Rowan's head had turned to him now, taking him in as he pulled the phone away from her and pointed it at himself.

"Hey, monkey, I'm going to call you back okay?" he had said and then hung up. He looked back to Rowan and found that she was staring at him with eyes wide with confusion and a distrusting frown on her lips. There was a sense of recognition but not in the way that told him she actually recognized him, not for him anyway.

"Scott Caan?" she had whispered when she got a good look at him. She had then turned away from him and began to scan the room, her eyes vividly searching for something. "What the hell? Where am I? Where are my parents? Where…? Mom?! DADDY?!"

That last syllable had been shrieked in absolute terror, her heart monitor had gone crazy with her panic, nurses had come rushing in and Danny had been forced out and told to stay out until she was stable.

Now with Steve rushing up to him, obviously angling to see Rowan right away, he would have to tell Steve what had happened. What the doctors had talked to him about.

Rowan didn't remember them.

"Hey, yeah, calm down," he said as Steve got close.

Steve was already craning to look into her room. "She's okay though? Right? I mean, she's awake that means she's okay?"

"Okay, yeah, physically, yeah, she's fine. She's stable, she's awake, but there is a problem," Danny said to him and then Steve's eyes whipped to him and a frown graced his lips.

"Problem?" he whispered. "What kind of problem?"

"Rowan doesn't remember us," he said. "She called me Scott again which is that actor guy from her world, has no idea how she got to Hawaii and keeps asking for her parents and her brother."

Steve blinked his eyes at him. A soft whisper of: "No," came out of him and then he was in the room. Danny stood at the door not sure how he went from in front of his friend to swept to the side. He watched as Steve stared down at Rowan who was much calmer with the nurses around her.

She had turned to him the second he walked in, her eyes widening when she saw him, her eyebrows skyrocketing up her forehead at the sight of him. "Whoa. Hello!" she said with a big grin. Danny almost breathed out a sigh of relief, maybe Rowan remembered. Maybe all she needed was to see Steve.

"You know who I am?" he asked.

"Course I do. You're Alex O'Loughlin," she said, an appreciative smile spread onto her lips as she looked him up and down. Nope. That wasn't it. "I love your show. Five-0… I mean Hawaii Five-0, you're great as Steven McGarrett. You were also great in August Rush, and I hear great things about the Back up Plan but I never saw it. J-Lo is not my favourite actress… except I love the Wedding Planner."

Steve didn't have to be facing him for Danny to know that a frown was on his face. Steve shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyes lowered to his shoes.

"I'm not… I'm…"

"You know, your partner in crime, Scott Caan, was just here, did I… I didn't crash the Five-0 set did I? Cause if I did it was a total accident… I think. Not gonna lie I don't quite remember how I got here."

"I'm not Alex, Rowan," he interrupted her.

Rowan's confident smile cracked a bit. "You know my name?"

"Of course I know your name. I've known you for more than a year, you lived with me for six months," he snapped.

"Whoa!" Rowan cried her hands raising up as if to ward him off though he hadn't moved. "I better not have! You're married!"

"No! Ro, I'm not. I'm not… I'm… I'm Steve. Remember? Steven McGarrett," he said, willing her to believe.

"Yes, I know you play…"

"No. Rowan. I am Steven McGarrett. Steve. Your Steve. Remember? This isn't your TV show, you're not at home you're here, you're here with me. With Steve," he said but Rowan wasn't believing it. He quickly sat down close to her and reached a hand out to her, but she wouldn't let him touch her. She blinked her eyes and looked around the room carefully before her eyes settled on him and she let out a string of shaky chuckles.

"Okay… Trev, this isn't funny," she called looking over his shoulder to the door. "You can come out now! Guys? Come on."

"Your family's not here," Steve growled. "They're not here and they're not coming."

Ohhh that was a bit harsh but Danny could tell that Steve was starting to panic.

"Don't they know I'm here?" she asked.

"You're in an alternate reality, Ro, the version of your family here doesn't know you exist!" he cried.

And then Rowan was frowning at him. "Okay, now I know this is a joke. There is no way I'm in an alternate reality. Yeah, Trevor hit me with the particle energizer last night but that wouldn't send me into an alternate reality. So, quit with the games Alex and send in my parents."

At this Danny stepped into the room and pulled Steve out. He got him back into the hallway and sat him down in one of the chairs.

"She doesn't remember…" he whispered.

"No, Steven she doesn't. The Doctor thinks she gotten her signals mixed up, that the trauma has her creating a different version of herself, though we both know that she's just got a slight bit of amnesia. He thinks she'll pop out of it in time, something will need to remind her and all of it will come back," he explained.

"She forgot me…"

"No, she forgot she came to our dimension," Danny reminded him. "She still knows you she just thinks you're the actor that plays you."

Steve glared up to Danny. "She forgot us all. She forgot everything and she wants her parents… god how am I going to get her parents here?"

"You're not going to. I've instructed them to hold her, to keep her from calling anyone, and we're all going to take turns visiting her and showing her things until she remembers."

"What the hell is a particle gun?" Steve muttered under his breath. "Really… what even is that?"

"You know what, that's a Rowan question. You'll have to ask her. You know… when she's up to it, but right now… right now I need you to go back and help Grover with the case, okay? Can you do that?"

Steve sighed. "Yeah… yeah… uh…."

"I'll keep you posted… I promise."

Steve gratefully nodded and, after shooting one look filled with nothing but longing at Rowan's room, he pulled himself up to his feet. He hugged Danny, thanked him for everything and then walked away. Danny sighed and looked back at Rowan who was lying in her bed staring out the window at the sea-blue ocean surf on the horizon.

The poor girl, what could she be thinking?

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After watching Steve with Rowan, after watching them together, and watching more than a yearlong of yearning between the two, Danny decided that that life wasn't for him. He wasn't going to sit by and watch his chances pass him. So he had gone down to the intensive care unit to see the girl he had saved that morning.

She had just been sleeping but he figured if Steve could sit beside Rowan, when the two of them weren't on any sort of good terms, then he could sit with this girl, when they were just strangers. He was there for maybe an hour or so when she came too. As to not startle her he put a hand to her leg and let her turn to him so she knew he was there.

Like she had that morning when she realized he had followed her from the gas station to lead her to her destination, she smiled when she saw him.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked, his voice soft as she has just woken up and whispers were the language of lovers.

"I've been better," she said.

"Yeah, I bet," Danny said with a smile. "Do you remember me?"

That was also a concern. And with Rowan upstairs thinking he was a TV show actor and not the Danno she knew and loved he thought it fair to ask if the girl who got shot at the base of her skull if she remembered the guy she met just moments before the whole shooting thing happened.

"Jersey," she said with a smile of her own. Danny nodded, yes, yes she did remember. "What are you doing here?"

Ohhh a valid question. "It's gonna sound made up, but I swear… I have a friend in here… not you… a different friend… she's uh… she's actually a few floors up on a special care unit… I've been visiting her and I thought that maybe… I'd come see you… see how you're doing," he said sounding all sorts of useless.

"I'm doing good… uh… yeah. I'm doing good," she whispered. She shifted a bit in the bed, the smile falling from her pretty lips before she softly added: "The last thing I remember, you were in my rear-view mirror. I thought you were headed the other direction?"

"I was headed in the other direction," Danny admitted.

"Well, what made you change your mind?" she asked.

"Uhm…" he said caught in an embarrassing moment. "I don't know."

That was a lie, he knew, he just didn't want to admit it to her. But she was grinning at him so maybe she did know what had really changed his mind. "I think maybe that smiles what did it," he said which caused her to laugh. "Yeah, that's definitely what it was. I know this sounds crazy, but I couldn't stop thinking about you when I was driving away, so…"

She smiled softly at him filling him with hope. "That doesn't sound crazy," she said to him and he found himself grinning again. "I don't think I ever got your name."

"Uh, I'm Danny. Williams," he answered, not sure why he did it like that but at least his name was out there.

"I'm Amber. Amber Vitale," she answered. Ah what a nice name.

Danny nodded. "Amber Vitale," he echoed appreciatively. "That's the best name I've ever heard. That's an excellent, excellent name. Sounds like an Italian movie star or something like that."

He sat forward in his chair, his hand finding her arm to hold onto as she held onto his own forearm and giggled. She found him funny. A plus. Maybe something good was going to come out of Rowan's most recent hospital stay. Now if he could only get Rowan and Steve to work things out too.

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She would have been stupid not to notice that Scott Caan was still out in the hallway but she couldn't figure out why. Why was he dressed like he came right off the set, why was both he and Alex O'Loughlin convinced they were Steve and Danny? Why was she in Hawaii when last night she had been in her own bed? Where was her family and why weren't they here? Why were her doctors talking to him like he was her medical contact, why weren't they talking to her?

Rowan wasn't supposed to be walking, she wasn't supposed to be up. Her head injury, they had told her, meant that she should be resting and not exerting herself too hard. But she didn't buy it. They didn't want her to leave, they didn't want her to make a phone call. All of this was really weird.

Luckily for her, her bag of effects was on the night stand beside her, and she could see her phone. Well not her phone… just a phone. She had snuck it out a while ago and now that Scott was distracted by her doctor she pulled it out and looked at the screen.

The lock picture was of her against a Hawaiian backdrop. The water cresting up over the rocks she was standing on making her look like little mermaid. That had not been her picture before, before it was of her on the ice having just landed a triple lutz, in one of her favourite flowing green costumes. If she put her regular password in and it worked she'd lose it.

She was proud of herself for keeping it in when her password did work on this phone she didn't recognize. She swallowed the cry of dismay that climbed up her throat when she saw what was set as her home screen. A picture of her and Alex O'Loughlin, He was standing behind her with his arms around her, his chin in her hair smiling at the camera in front of them. She had been with him and it looked like they were very comfortable with each other. Oh God. What had she done?

He was cute, okay let's be honest, he was past cute, he was walking sex, but she wouldn't have lost her head over that… right?

She checked her contacts but none of them were her family's numbers. What did she just cut out her family entirely? What the hell had happened?

Well it was a good thing she grew up in a generation before smart phones and her family only moved once and their number moved with them. She dialed her house number and prayed that someone would pick up.

As soon as she heard her mother's voice she started talking. "Hey Mom… don't be mad but I'm in Hawaii and I don't remember anything and I need someone to come get me cause I think I'm in trouble…."

"I'm sorry… but… who is this?" her mother asked interrupting her and Rowan's smile faded.

"Okay, I know you're probably mad at me but it's me, mom, it's Rowan… you know… your daughter…?" she asked.

Her mother was silent a moment before she said: "That's not funny. Whoever this is… you're not funny."

And then she hung up.

Rowan looked down to her phone and frowned. She redialed the number and when he mother answered again she said: "Okay… if you'd rather not talk to me can I talk to Dad or Trevor? Preferably dad if possible…"

"You're absolutely sick you know that?" he mother suddenly thundered. "You think it's funny to call a person and remind them of all they lost? My daughter is dead she's been dead for years and everyone knows that! If you call me again I'll have you charged with fraud and harassment!"

That time when her mother hung up on her Rowan didn't bother to try and dial back. Dead? Her mother thought she was dead? What the hell? What kind of trick was this?

"What… what are you doing?" Scott asked coming into the room, he took the phone from her and looked at the screen that held her recent calls. "Who did you call?"

"My mom," she answered because why lie.

"Your mom… oh god, Ro," he whispered. "You shouldn't have… she doesn't know… she…"

"She thinks I'm dead," Rowan finished for him. "Uh… care to explain why my mom thinks I'm dead? Why you think you're Danny, why I have pictures of me and Alex looking like a couple in a catalogue when he's married?"

"Well he's not married… I mean he did have a girlfriend when we took that picture but he's really only interested in…" he started but Rowan shook her head and then interrupted him.

"Just get out of my room," she ordered and Scott nodded and did as he was told. Rowan sat back in her bed, fear climbing up her throat like a strangling ivy what the hell was happening to her?