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A/N: Hey guys! So we're onto the second leg of the marathon. So, the next set of chapters is all about Steve and Rowan trying to figure things out. I wrote these chapters to be mostly cute and funny at the same time. There will be some angst though, so be prepared, okay? Oh, I forgot to mention that this 7-day marathon is dedicated to ForeverTeamEdward13 who was my 500th review!

Chapter 94

Rowan opened the door to Chin's place to find Danny and Grace at her door step. She looked down to Grace and narrowed her eyes in confusion.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" she asked.

"Yeah, except she got suspended," Danny said ushering her in and answering for Grace.

Rowan gasped. "Our girl? Suspended? Well what the hell kid!" she said putting her hands on her hips. "What the hell did you do to Lucas?!"

"Oh, you knew about Lucas?" Danny asked.

"Well no duh!" Rowan snapped. "Us girls talk about everything."

"Really… so you… uh… told my daughter to punch Lucas in the face?"

"Punch him?" Rowan echoed. "No, I told her to emotionally destroy him."

Danny just stared at her and then down to Grace and then back to Rowan. "You what?" he thundered.

"Yeah. I told her to find his weakness and exploit the hell of it. Preferably something he's insecure about, and then taunt him until he cries… or pees his pants… or you know… quits the skate circuit cause he can't hack the heat," Rowan said. She must have made that face again, the glare/smirk that used to terrify her brother. She figured this because both Danny and Grace were staring at her like they were scared of her. Or… you know… it might have been the skate circuit talk. They probably had no idea that she used to run people off of her skate circuit.

"Jezuz," Danny let out in a sigh.

"I told you, Auntie Ro, that makes me a bully… like Lucas," she said.

Rowan stared down at her with the most serious of looks on her face. "Sometimes… to defeat a bully you have to become a bully."

"Okay, thank you for not listening to your Aunt Rowan, she's clearly a psychopath," Danny said.

"Sociopath. It's different. And I only ever use my powers for evil when the person deserves it," Rowan told him and then Danny was heading to the door. "Hey, wait. Wait a second, what are you doing?"

"We got a case," Danny said. "Grace is grounded, her mother is not on the island, she is staying with you."

"With me? The psychopath?" Rowan cried.

"You just said you were a sociopath," Danny reminded her and Rowan glared at him.

"There really isn't much of a difference… Danny," she snapped.

"Okay, you know what, both of you are grounded," he said.

"You can't ground me!" Rowan snapped and then she turned on Grace. "And who told Danny I was involved? What did I say? You wanna be a Pierce? Pierces ain't no rats!"

"You're where she got that from?" Danny thundered. Rowan paused, oh he hadn't known that? Oh dear. He didn't sound too happy and yet he'd be leaving his progeny with her. She shrugged to him and Danny looked down to his phone that was ringing again.

"I really gotta go. Grounded! Both of you!" he snapped and then left.

Rowan stood there in the silence, Grace standing beside her waiting for the edict. "Well I don't know about you, but I'm ungrounding us. What do you wanna do?"

It didn't matter what Danny would say to them when he came back. Grace's smile was worth it.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Steve shot a glare into the back of the Camaro through the rear-view mirror. This wasn't happening. On today of all days. Roy Parrish, the fugitive they had been looking for glared back at him, but his glare was paired with a smug grin. The kind of grin a criminal wore when he was sure that he was going to get away with whatever it was he was doing, in the case taking the leader of Five-0 and his trusty side-kick and second in command hostage. It was a look Steve knew off by heart because it was a look Wo Fat had patented.

But he didn't want to see it again.

Parrish had their guns and their phones. No way to call for help, no way to overpower him without getting shot. Steve didn't want to get shot, not today, not when he and Rowan were supposed to have their first proper date tonight. And Danny couldn't get shot either because he had a Gracie to return to.

Quite the conundrum. And it got worse when they pulled up to a lineup of cars leading to a check point that had been set up to find Roy Parrish.

"Alright Blondie, let's take a look at your phone," Roy said pulling the phone out from where ever he was keeping it.

He went through it, a smile creeping up on his lips. "That your daughter?" he asked. Inwardly, Steve swore. This was not going to go well. When Danny didn't answer Parrish showed him the phone where a picture of he and Grace was up and staring at him. "I say, is that your daughter?"

"Yeah," Danny answered.

"What's her name?"

Why the hell did he care? "Grace," Danny replied, looking straight ahead, but by the way his jaw was twitching Steve knew he was grinding his teeth.

Steve heard the ringing and realized immediately what Parrish was doing. All he could think was: that bastard.

"Hi, Daddy," Grace called. There was wind whipping in the background. Steve thought Grace was grounded, what was she doing in a car? He could visibly see the same thoughts cross Danny's face, but they didn't have time for that now.

"No, honey, I'm not your daddy," Parrish told her. "I'm a good friend of your daddy's, and he asked me to call you, because there's a sound that he wants you to hear, okay? Hold on."

Steve wasn't liking where this was going, Danny looked even less pleased. Parrish put the phone on mute and the put the gun flush against Danny's side.

"Now listen to me. We don't make it through that checkpoint, she's gonna hear you die. You Understand?"

Steve flinched. What kind of psychopath was this?

Danno?

"Nod if you understand me," he ordered and Danny obeyed. They were getting closer to the barricade, Steve had to do something but he didn't know what to do.

Danno, are you there?

Parrish took her off of mute and said: "Here it comes, honey. You just listen up."

All sweet like sugar. Like he wasn't threatening them. Steve couldn't let this happen. He couldn't let this mad man shoot his best friend let alone let his best friend's daughter hear it happen. Grace must have realized that something was happening, that something was wrong because she just kept calling Danny's nickname.

Steve quickly fished out his phone and called Lou. He didn't care if the motion startled Parrish, the man could shoot him instead. It would suck to be shot hours before getting to go on that date with Rowan. It would be tragic if it killed him. But he wasn't going to let this happen to Danny and if anyone understood sacrificing like that, it was Rowan, who did it for them all the time.

Danno, are you there? I can't hear you, Daddy?

Luckily Grover picked up on the first ring. "Lou, it's McGarrett," he said quickly. "Listen, our fugitive was just spotted."

"Where?"

"Service station in Wai'anae. We need all available resources there to start searching the area, okay?" Steve lied praying to god that Grover believed him.

"Wait a minute, that's halfway across the island. I'm not gonna abandon our perimeter on a hope that this thing is real."

Well, shit. And they were only one car away from getting checked. Think McGarrett… think!

"Listen to me, this is a solid, you understand? It's solid. One of Chin Ho's Cis called it in," he urged. Please, let him believe it, they were literally seconds away from getting caught. He could already see the gun getting closer to Danny's side.

"Now, the longer we waste time, the more time Parrish has to slip away," Steve continued, slowly pulling his car up. "I need boots on the ground up there right now. Do you hear me, Lou? Right now."

That must have done it because the cops got a message on their walkie and cleared out. Steve let out a breath of relief but Grover wasn't done.

"By the way, McGarrett, your girl was here in her flashy new car, looking for you," Lou told him and Steve held his breath. "She wouldn't tell me what was going on but she had that look on her face. You know the one. The one she pulls before she does crazy shit?"

The fact that Lou knew that look without really knowing Rowan was a bad sign. A sign that Rowan did this shit way too often. Often enough for people to notice the tells, for people to be able to pinpoint the pattern.

Steve thanked him, hung up the phone and then got the car as far away from that check point as possible. Parrish went to put the phone to his ear but suddenly there was a scuffling, and then Grace was no longer on the line.

"You put a bullet in my friend, and getting arrested by Five-0 is gonna be the least of your worries," a familiar voice announced and that smug grin was knocked right off of Parrish's face. "I better get them both back safe and sound or I'll turn absolutely monstrous. Consider that your first and only warning."

And then Rowan hung up on him. Parrish looked down to the phone in utter amazement and then he looked up to Danny, gun digging into his side once more.

"Who was that, huh?" he asked. "Who was that? Which one of you is talking to someone else."

"No one, neither of us," Steve growled. "I mean really… I was on my phone and you has his…"

"It was her babysitter… she must have… she must have realized something was wrong," Danny explained. "She's… uh… she's intuitive."

"Intuitive," Parrish echoed staring down at the phone in his hand like it held all the answers. Steve needed him off of this topic. He wasn't sure what Parrish would do if he thought a vengeful psychic was hunting them down.

"You didn't choose this car by accident, did you?" Steve asked.

"No, I didn't."

Beside him Danny nodded, the picture becoming clearer and clearer. "Okay, I assume, uh, you got everything figured out, so you wanna tell us what happens next?"

"What happens next is this: "You'll handcuff your partner's wrist to that steering wheel. Then give me his phone. Looks like we're gonna be spending a little bit of time together. Those things are trackable, so they gotta go."

Danny shot him a pained looked. Steve was already tossing his phone to Parrish. "Do it," he ordered letting Danny lean over and cuff him to the steering wheel. He could almost hear Rowan's voice asking: how does it feel Steven?

Not good.

"You know what Parrish. Clearly you're a smart guy," Steve told him. "I mean, getting out of the courthouse, making it this far, that's impressive. Here's something you might not know. Every single cop on the island now is looking for you. Plus TSA and the port authority have both been alerted, which means you show your face at the airport or any of the docks they're gonna be all over you. And it's only a matter of time before our team come looking for us." Before Rowan comes looking for us. "So, what I'm saying to you, is that with or without us, there is no way you're getting off this island."

Parrish didn't look bothered in the least. "But I'm not running. I got other plans." He paused to smash their phones with the butts of one of their guns. "We need some new wheels."

Steve kept his eyes forward and scowled to himself. If there was ever a time for Rowan to intervene this would be that time.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

"Okay, explain something to me. How is it that the same guy that testified against you is gonna be the same guy that clears your name?" Danny asked.

They had been driving in this new car for hours. Steve was tired. He was worried. He was still handcuffed to this goddamn steering wheel. Where was Rowan and her vision? She couldn't have got to them when they were carjacking that poor civilian? Parrish literally took the pants off the poor man. Or how about at the construction site. Why couldn't she have found them then?

Chin had mentioned that her visions hadn't been potent. Hadn't been on time. Was that what was happening right now?

"I wanna get him to recant his testimony," Parrish replied. Huh, now wasn't that something?

"Oh, right, with a gun to his head, I'm sure he'll admit to anything you want him to. Maybe he'll say he's Santa Claus or something"

Why was Danny being sassy right now. I mean really? Really? Did he want to get shot?

"The only way I'll ever prove I'm innocent is to have him admit that he lied under oath."

"Wait a minute. Why would he perjure himself just to get you convicted?" Steve asked.

"Because the whole thing was a massive frame-up from the get-go."

"Stop, back it up," Steve ordered, not sure if he believed it but things were starting to make sense. "Okay, what happened? Tell us what happened from the beginning."

"Listen, after my last little bit, I promised I was never gonna go up again. I needed a job. I answered an ad in the newspaper for a sales job, and I took it. I didn't know the whole damn thing was just a scam. They were just looking for some mope with a record to pin the whole thing on."

Ohh convenient. Steve watched briefly as Parrish continually shifted in the back seat, he just couldn't seem to stay still. "Who's they?"

"Dale Sullivan. He's the one that gave me the job. The one I went to when one of the investors was make big noise about the frame-up."

"Why didn't you go to the police?" Steve asked. Maybe it was a stupid question, but if it kept Danny from shooting out some more sass he'd do it.

"Sullivan said it was all a misunderstanding. The next thing I know, the feds are kicking my door down. The investor's shot in the had, they got an eyewitness on the scene.

"Archie Akama," Danny sighed. The construction worker.

"Paid off, no doubt," Parrish told them. "If that ain't enough, they planted the murder weapon in my place, okay? Soon as I saw that, I knew it was Sullivan from the get. They made sure all the contracts had my signature, they ran the cash through an account he opened in my name. You add that up with the murder weapon and the eyewitness, it was just the final nail."

Okay… so all of that made sense so far, if they believed Roy's theory. "What did the feds say when you told them all that?" If Steve had to guess, he'd say… nothing.

"The same thing the two of you are thinking right now, that I'm lying."

Everyone in the car went silent after that. Steve and Danny exchanged a meaningful glace and nodded. Steve was having a hard time thinking. At that moment, all that mattered to him was getting out of this and getting to his date. He'd be fucking livid if he missed out on that date over this bullshit.

"So, did they look into Sullivan?"

"They said he didn't exist," Parish answered. "By the time I got arrested, he was already out of the picture. I'll tell you one thing, that little rat Akama, he's still out there somewhere and I'm gonna find him."

"Okay, um, well let's say you do find him," Danny started and Steve tried to hold back his groan of frustration. Here comes the sass. "Let's say you're telling the truth. You put a gun to this guy's head, uh, and you get a confession out of him. It's not gonna help you, okay? I mean, he would've been under duress, and it'll never stick."

"Why do you think I picked your car?" Parrish asked. Yeah, Steve had been asking a similar question for the last couple hours. Why me? "Word is, Five-0 are the only cops that'll give a guy like me a fair shake."

"Yeah, well, you know, our goodwill usually runs out when someone jacks our car and puts a gun to our heads." And there was Danny's famous sass. Goddamn it, he better not get shot over this.

"It was the only way you were ever gonna believe me," Parrish snapped. Well at least he wasn't waving around the gun anymore.

They pulled to a stop at the stop sign and suddenly the car door opened and someone slid into the back.

"This is not a cab," Parrish told the woman. The woman both Danny and Steve recognized was just grinning wildly at him. Rowan had turned to him and just smiled, like she wasn't afraid, like she didn't know this guy had a gun.

"You're a hard guy to find Roy, been waiting on that corner, like a high priced called girl, for ages for you guys to show up."

He pulled Steve's gun, a cry of panic flew into Steve's throat, but with a quickness Steve didn't think Rowan had, she had swatted the gun away and punched Roy in the throat. Well… her reflexes were definitely miles better.

As he fell back, holding his throat and coughing up a storm, Rowan cried out in pain and shook her hand. "Damn, that hurt. How do you people do that all day?" she asked them.

Steve and Danny just stared at her, watching as she fished something out of her pocket to toss to them. A set of handcuff keys. Bless that girl.

"Shouldn't have made that call buddy," she told Parrish. "I was all blissfully unaware until you made that call. Got a million fucking flashes, nearly crashed my car, and made me super fucking angry all in one go. Not a smart move."

Parrish pulled the second gun, Danny's gun and Rowan just stared him down. "You're not gonna shoot me. You're trying to clear your name, murdering me won't do that."

Steve got his hand free and Parrish lurched. "No one moves or the babysitter gets it."

"I literally just announced that you wouldn't be stupid enough to shoot me!"

And Steve took that gamble. He lurched snatching the gun out of Parrish's hand and turning it on him.

"I'd think twice before touching her. Steve is awfully protective of her," Danny warned Parrish who sighed and raised his hands in surrender.

Rowan smiled at her two boys, she reached out and touched Steve's shoulder and that familiar jolt of electricity travelled down to this finger tips. All Rowan said was: "Huh."

Danny ignored the strangeness of the situation and just pinned her with a dry glare and asked: "Where's Grace?"

"In my car about a block away," she said. Whatever look Danny shot at her caused Rowan to rolled her eyes. "Oh don't look at me like that. The windows are rolled down, she has a slushie, my phone and all her favourite music playing. Obviously I'm going to go back, I am still on babysitting duty, after all. Can you guys handle this now?"

"Yes, we can handle it, Ro," Steve sighed.

"Oh good. Seriously though… he's innocent," she said. "And that's not just a hunch. Promise me you'll look into it?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah, I promise," despite Danny shaking his head at him.

Rowan's smile widened by a mile. "By the way, don't get yourself shot on our date night. I'm not spending date night in the hospital. That will not be our tradition. It's Max and Sabrina's and we're going to keep it that way."

"Okay… thanks Ro. You can go now." Danny said trying to push her back out of the car while Steve just sat there bright red and grinning like a love struck lunatic.

But Rowan didn't go right away. She swooped in quickly kissing Steve on the cheek and then she did the same to Danny who made a big show of not wanting it but accepting it anyway. "Alright my boys. Be safe," she said. "By the way… the tan shirt looks nice on you. Makes your eyes pop. But uh… if you wear cargo pants to our date I'll quit."

Steve was too busy grinning so it was up to Danny to ask: "Quit what?"

"Life," she snapped back. "Alright boys. Have fun. Remember, he's innocent."

She waved to them both and then skipped off, no doubt heading back to where she had left Grace in her car. Steve waved back a delightful grin on his face, all wistful and adorable. It made Danny sick. As soon as she was gone Steve asked: "Hey… uh… did she ever get cleared by the doctor to drive?"

Both men froze and then turned to one another. They knew the answer to that. Well… shit.

Behind them sirens began to wail and Steve began to drive. Despite not wanting to leave Rowan behind, despite not fully trusting Parrish. Danny tossed Parrish handcuffs. "Put those on nice and tight," he ordered, he too had been given his gun back.

Steve continued to pull away from the cop cars. "Uh… buddy, just so you know, the brake's the square pedal on the left."

"Yeah, I know," Steve answered.

"Then what are you doing? Whatever you're doing, don't do it."

"Listen to me. Guilty guys, they run. They don't kidnap a couple of cops to prove they were framed."

"Oh no… no… Steve… let's just drop him off at HPD and we'll go chasing up leads."

"No. What are you talking about? You heard her. You're the one always going on about Rowan's always right. Besides, I literally just promised her that we'd look into it. I gave her my word."

"You have literally never… and I mean never listened to her before. Why the hell would you listen to her now?" Danny cried.

Steve just shrugged. "I just gotta feeling."

"Yeah, a feeling that you wanna get laid," Danny snapped sliding into his seat. "It's your lucky day, buddy. You're lucky she vouched for you. Though to be fair she's also vouched for worse." He glanced at Steve again and said: "38 Olive Avenue, Wahiawa."

"What is that?"

"That is Akama's address. His boss did not say that he wasn't working. He said he wasn't working today, okay? Oh, don't give me that look. I've done the hard part all you gotta do it evade the cops.

Of course, Steve had no problem with that. They were on their way to another adventure.