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A/N: Thank you guys for being so understanding! I know Steve's being stupid, but he made a bad decision while being hurt and afraid. He is going to smarten up, really soon, I promise. And as for Wo Fat… if you guys liked last chapter, you're gonna love the next set of chapters. Trust me. He's only going to get better. In this chapter, there aren't really any fluffy moments, a lot of what I wrote was supposed to be funny. You do get to see that Rowan and Steve still care for each other and you guys get to find out what the whole Rowan-gram thing was about. Thanks for reading guys, I hope everyone had a happy Easter, and when you review tell me which part made you guys laugh the most! See you guys on Friday!

Chapter 103

His attacker was a man named Kevin Kalama, a low rent drug dealer. No one could tell Steve why a low rent, weed pusher went from selling on a corner or out of a surf shop to decking out the leader of Five-0. Not Duke, not his team, not Kevin himself, because he wouldn't say anything except that it was worth it.

But Steve had one clue.

Rowan-gram.

Was Rowan really that mad that she sent someone to beat him up? Obviously she had every right to be upset with him but… like… this was going a bit too far. Wasn't it?

Kevin was sitting in the back of a patrol car. A smile on his face like he wasn't just under arrest for the assault of an officer. He had hit Steve three times before Chin and Danny had got him off of him, and as soon as he was pulled off he just calmly and politely offered himself up for arrest. He didn't resist, he gave no explanation, just offered his hands up for the cuffs.

Chin was standing by the open door, talking to Kevin, who was just staring up at him. Steve stormed over, holding ice to his jaw, tape keeping his split eyebrow together, his nose finally no longer bleeding.

"Okay, what the hell. Someone tell me why the hell that just happened?"

"A contract went up this morning," Kevin said. "Easiest 20 grand I've ever made. I even get a bonus for the amount of shots I got in and for getting arrested. "

Everyone turned to Steve. 20 grand. Someone shelled out 20 grand to have him beat up. For fuck sake, how mad was Rowan?

"Okay, and what is a Rowan-gram?"

Kevin shrugged. "I unno, that was part of the contract. Identify myself as a Rowan-gram and then punch you as hard as I can as many times as I can."

Steve glared at him. Great. Beside him Kono straightened. "Did he say Rowan-gram?"

Steve turned to her. "You know what that is?"

"Well… yeah… it's uh… it's someone Rowan sends. It's how you know they're friendly. It's how you know they're there to help you."

"How would… how would you know…?"

"She sent someone down to China to help me and Adam out once. He identified himself as a Rowan-gram too," Kono said. "But she's never sent an assassin before… well actually that's not true, she did mention that she called an assassin for another job but she wouldn't tell me what it was."

"So Rowan sent this guy to beat me up?" Steve asked them. Kono winced, Danny and Chin avoided his eyes. "Yeah, okay, sounds about right. Okay, I'm… uh…"

"Oh for the love of god don't arrest her again!" Danny cried as Steve headed back towards the Camaro.

"I think, for the first time, I have a legitimate reason to arrest her," Steve growled, but he knew he wouldn't do it again, even though she deserved it. Though Danny complained and bitched he didn't correct him, he let him worry.

He also let Danny drive, because he knew where Rowan was, and he was more than distressed to find out that right after they finished arguing she had gone straight to Alex's.

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Danny had texted, asked where she was. Upon asking why he wanted to know, he mentioned that something had happened and Steve was looking for her. Ah so either chin or Danny had told him about the counter offer her and Wo Fat had cooked up and he wanted to bargain. Well… she had to be ready for that. So Rowan had told him that she was at Alex's and then she got back in her car and drove from the lookout point where she and Steve had gone for their first date and over to Alex's.

She had let herself in with the key she still had and then went to his room. She stared down at him, not even surprised that he had two girls in bed with him.

Leaning over the first girl, Rowan nudged him until he woke up. He started when he saw her hovering over him and before he could ask her what she was doing, or why she was there she said: "I need to ask you a favor and I'm willing to deal in songs."

Alex sat up, instantly interested. "Not Hallelujah, but others," she quickly added and he immediately relaxed.

He thought it over briefly before asking: "Okay, what kind of favour?"

"Look, I just need to save face with Steve, so can you pretend we got back together?"

Alex blinked his eyes. "You're asking me to face what will most likely be either an ass whooping or an unjustified arrest, for a few songs?"

"I've got five for you to pick from, if he hits you, you can have all five," she said.

"Deal!" he said immediately.

"Great. Just uh… keep the girls in the room…" "Whoa… wait is he on his way here now?" "… and if things sound heated could you just maybe come out and say something obnoxious, you're good at that."

"Cool, can do."

Someone pounded on the door and Rowan tried to quell the nervous butterflies that hit her stomach. If Steve wanted to play the get jealous game well, Rowan could do the exact same thing.

Despite being mad at him, despite needing to pretend that she was dating a guy she'd never date again to make Steven jealous, she was still excited to see him. She rushed to the door but waited to open it, waited until he pounded a second time, hitting the door so hard she could see it shaking. Damn, he was like twenty seconds away from breaking the door down.

Rowan primped herself up, messed up her hair nibbled her lips a bit and then threw opened the door and then gasped.

Steve stood there glaring down at her, his nose was red, he had suture tape keeping his eyebrow together, a cut lip and a bruise forming on his jaw.

"What happened to your face?!"

"Really? You don't know what happened to my face?"

Rowan frowned at him. "Okay, I punched you in the throat…"

"No, I'm talking about the Rowan-gram you sent after me," he growled pushing his way into the apartment. He looked around and then looked back at her pain ever so apparent on his face. So apparent that momentarily Rowan felt bad. "Tell me you really… really didn't get back together with him… I mean… please… why would you…"

"You literally waited three seconds to get back together with Catherine, so…"

"Okay, Rowan, you're not being…"

"Are you going to tell me what happened to your face? You said something about a Rowan-gram?" she asked wanting off of the argument that was clearly not going anywhere because Steve couldn't see what he did wrong.

Steve sighed and glared at her again. "I had a man show up at my crime scene, identify himself as a Rowan-gram and then hit me," Steve said. "I obviously was not expecting it."

Rowan stared at him. "And you think I sent him?" she asked, horrified that he thought that she would even think of doing that. When he just glared at her, she felt her heart crack a little. HE had such little faith in her… did he really think that she was that much of a monster? "I didn't send… that's not what Rowan-grams are for!"

"Oh really?"

"No, they're not. Rowan-grams are kindness, they… they're supposed to help people."

Rowan was digging through her purse for her phone when Steve asked: "And beating me up doesn't help make you feel better?"

She turned a dry glare to him. Of course it didn't but she knew who it would cheer up. She pulled out her phone, and got the app open she pulled up the jobs listings.

There it was. Already paid out in full. 20 grand for assaulting Steven McGarrett of Five-0 plus compensation for jail time and an added bonus of 1000$ per hit, so an extra 3 grand. It didn't have her call sign on it, but Rowan-gram was in the description.

Fuck.

"Okay… so…"

"So it went through the app," Steve said, his tone dry. He was sarcastically humouring her and it wasn't appreciated.

"Yes, but here, look. See. M1, that's him. That's Wo. Calls himself the Master," she said, she scrolled down to the last time she put a job out. "And see, that's me."

"Pro?" Steve asked.

"It's short for the Professional," she replied. On her last morphine high she had told Steve all about her past life as a drag racer in Canada. He should know what that meant.

His eyebrows were still narrowed in confusion. "Rescue. You sent someone on a Rescue mission around Halloween. That couldn't have been Kono…" he said turning to her. "Who did you rescue?"

Rowan wasn't ready to tell him that. She quickly pocketed her phone. "Uh… that's really none of your business," she snapped to him. "Why don't we talk about how you think I'm a monster."

Steve suddenly straightened, the hands that were on hips fell to his side. "What are you…"

"You really think that I would do that to you? That I would get mad and ask someone on the app to beat you up? Is that what you think of me?"

"Well… no… but he said Rowan-gram and Kono said Rowan-grams are people you send," he argued. "I didn't want to think that you'd do that but…"

"Really, so if someone beat you up and said they were a Danny-gram, you'd just believe he sent someone to beat you up?" she asked when he opened his mouth she cut him off before he could lie. "No, no you wouldn't cause you know him and you know he wouldn't do that, and you'd have a stupid gut feeling telling you that he hadn't. But you didn't have that for me. Because you still don't trust me! Which is bullshit because I don't stalk you, or drug you and drag you over-seas, I don't hire PIs to follow you or tell you I care and then get back together with Alex! That's what you do… with… with Catherine not Alex… you know what I mean!"

She had gotten quite shrill as she went on, realizing that she was a lot more upset about everything than she thought she was. Steve looked stricken like he was realizing that she was right. But as she asked, things sounded heated and Alex appeared, clad in nothing but a pair of black boxers, he rubbed his eyes like he had just woken up.

"Oh hey, Steve," he said coming over to stand beside Rowan. "I thought I heard voices."

Despite Steve's dark glare Alex slung an arm around her shoulder and pressed a loud smacking kiss to her cheek. "You gonna come back to bed soon?" he asked her.

Steve turned his disgusted glare from him to Rowan as she made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat. Alex smiled smugly up to Steve and lightly punched his shoulder. "Thanks for fucking up. Not gonna lie, I've missed this little fire cracker."

Steve's eyes lit up with a sudden fire, his nostrils flared and his hands clenched. Rowan was certain she could hear his teeth grinding from where she was standing. She quickly pushed Alex towards the bedroom before Steve could hit him.

"Be there soon, honey," she said. Alex waved goodbye to Steve and as soon as he was gone Steve's accusing glare slid back to her.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Steve hissed.

"You can't say shit. You picked Catherine!"

"I did not pick Catherine!" he nearly hollered. Rowan instinctively took a step away and Steve looked away from her as he regained his composure. "Look. It was familiar. It made me feel wanted. You weren't answering my calls or texts. What did you want me to do?"

"Not. Pick. Catherine."

"Okay, fine. FINE but honestly, you falling back with Alex just cause I pissed you off is no better."

His phone chirruped in his hand and he winced. Rowan's smile was coolly detached. "Let me guess you have a case right?"

Steve nodded and Rowan gestured for him to go back to the door. He didn't want to, she could tell by the way he paused, how he hung his head and kept staring at her with droopy sad dog eyes. But he still turned and went back to the door. Steve had the door open and then he paused. Rowan thought it was because he was going to turn around and beg. Just like she wanted. Beg to have her back, promise her to never even look at Catherine again. But that wasn't why he stopped at the door.

"Are you Commander McGarrett?"

Oh shit.

"Uh…" came out of Steve but Rowan was already moving forward. Even before she heard the man at the door say: "I'm your Rowan-gram."

Holy hell he had hired more than one?! She pushed him away from the door and threw herself in the way screaming no. She had no idea that she was baseball bat involved until it was swinging before her. Luckily the man swinging it noticed her and was struggling to stop, and even luckier for her, Steve still cared, because despite being mad at her, despite her brother sending men to beat the shit out of his and despite being shoved away he had his arm between her and the bat to accept that blow for her.

The bad graced off his arm, and Steve yelped withdrawing the arm to shake the pain out if Rowan winced. Aw damn she was going to catch hell for that one. She turned back around to carefully assess the man looking mighty worried. He looked average enough, except for the leather, the giant white beard and the obvious biker tattoos.

"Oh Geeze ma'am, I wasn't trying to hurt you," he said. Well wasn't that nice of him? A sympathetic hired goon.

"Hi, I'm Rowan… Rowan Pierce?"

"Oh, hello Miss. Pierce, It's so very nice to meet you," he said shaking her hand in a tight jerky grip. Damn he was polite for a guy who was supposed to be beating people up. He then pointed over her shoulder to where Steve was standing, glaring at them both, nursing his arm and sizing his attacker up at the same time. "I'm his Rowan-gram."

"Oh wow, yeah, I got that and you're doing a great job… but uh… your services are not needed."

"Uh… no Wo Fat was clear. He said he needed some sense knocked into him, I brought my best baseball bat."

The man showed her the proper wooden baseball bat that he Had been ready to use on Steve's person, that had almost hit her had Steven not blocked the hit for her. Behind her she heard Steve's unimpressed and clearly very annoyed: "Oh wow…" and she inwardly swore.

"You know, that's a great bat, and thank you so much for getting over here as quickly as you did but uh… I don't need you to beat him up. You'll be paid for your troubles," she said. She then shut the door and turned back to Steve. "Uhm… so there might be the distinct possibility that he hired more than one person to beat you up," she said to him and Steve glared at her.

"No, shit, Rowan."

"Okay… just uh… maybe you should wait here… just until I see how many more there are and uh… cancel them, okay?"

Rowan picked up her phone and opened up her app, how many hits could he have called out? It couldn't be that many, right?

A whole page of them, that's how many.

Rowan sighed. She was going to have a stern talking with him as soon as she could, but at that moment she just needed Steve out of Alex's apartment.

She glanced up at Steve who had gone to Alex's fridge and put a pint of ice cream to his arm. Rowan tried to hold it back, he didn't deserve her worry or her care, he could go straight back to Catherine and get his boo-boo check out… but she couldn't hold it back.

"Is your arm okay?"

God she was pathetic. Luckily it wasn't broken. Unluckily for her… she still wanted nothing more than to have him wrap her up in his arms and hold her until she stopped feeling so shitty.

Too bad he was the reason she was feeling that way.

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Steve was livid, he was so angry he was shaking. She had actually… she had actually gotten back together with Alex. She had gone through with it… he didn't think she would, he had hoped she wouldn't but… but she had.

He had put in a request to get Wo Fat in front of a camera so he could clear up a few things. Like, maybe don't use the network that was supposed to protect Rowan from danger to outsource hitmen when Wo Fat was mad at him.

Then he and Chin nearly caught their bad guy only to have the kid out wit him and have him crash his Silverado. Coming back to the office, without his car but with a bruised pride, a damaged ego and a broken bleeding heart, did not leave him in a good mood. Especially since no one had any good info to give him on where that kid was gonna go next or why he had decided to kill his girlfriend's father and then go on the lam with the girl.

The only good news he got was when he got the alert that Wo Fat was made available. So Steve who was flanked by Chin and Danny, who were staying for support as apparently he was putting out a vibe of complete instability, stood at the smart table waiting for it to connect to Wo Fat.

As soon as the video connected and Steve was staring at Wo Fat's smug looking face all that anger he thought he had caged inside him came out.

But before he could say anything…

"You don't look like someone beat you with a baseball bat. Either he hasn't found you yet or she called them off, which is it?"

"She called them off," Steve growled through clenched teeth.

"Aww, how unfortunate. I wonder if she got to them before or after Lieutenant Rollins got her visitor?"

Steve's eyes turned to Chin who immediately turned away, phone to ear, alright well… that was that handled.

Steve turned back to Wo Fat. "I don't know why you felt the need to send people after me…"

"You made my sister cry, McGarrett," Wo Fat snarled leaning forward so his face was closer to the screen. "And I don't mean a light little cry, I mean full on ugly crying and sure, it's not the first time you've made her cry but this time… you went too far. And after I was so accommodating..."

Steve didn't want to think about Rowan crying. About her crying so hard that Wo Fat felt the need to seek vengeance against him. So he ignored that comment and went straight back to arguing.

"Accommodating, what are you talking about? You are NEVER accommodating…"

"Yes, yes I am. Her and I spent the last three days, through tears, might I add, going over a deal that made both you and I happy, we came to an agreement last night. She was going to tell you about it before Catherine showed up."

That's right. The counter offer. He had completely forgot that she had mentioned that.

"What deal? No one's been able to tell me what this counter offer entailed."

Wo Fat sighed like Steve's questions were annoying him and he said: "Well maybe if you hadn't cheated on her with Catherine and then thrown it in her face…"

"It wasn't cheating! We're not official. Neither Rowan or Catherine are official, okay?!" Steve shouted which just made Wo Fat's eyes raise up with surprise before narrowing them at him.

"Fine. Slept with Catherine and then threw it back in her face."

"That's not what happened either. I wasn't going to tell Rowan it happened at all and then she surprised me…"

"So this was something you couldn't tell Rowan? Sounds like cheating."

"IT'S NOT CHEATING!" Steve hollered and Danny grabbed his arm to try and calm him down.

Wo Fat just laughed at him like he thought this was funny when it wasn't. Steve didn't need this. He didn't need Rowan thinking he cheated on her, that he thought she was a monster, that she thought he couldn't trust her. He was loosing it.

"Do you want to know what the deal was about or not?" Wo Fat asked and Steve nodded. "She wanted to make things work between you and her. So… I agreed to receive weekly updates, that did not have to come from her, they could have come from you or any of your associates, but I got to speak to her once a month, unless there was an emergency. And the app was to stay online because after the incident with the Spy I don't trust you to take care of her. That part was none negotiable."

Steve took that in… wow really, she had… she had actually found a middle ground for them. And he had gone back to Catherine.

"That… that could actually work. I'm okay with that."

"Uh… yeah, that deal is off the table now. That option dried up the second she found out you were sleeping with Catherine again. And now she's back with Alex… and as much as I hate you, I hate Alex more."

Yes, Steve hated Alex too. But not as much as he hated himself right now. He could have had everything he wanted, but no, no, he had to go and fuck everything up. But now… here he was… actually agreeing with Wo Fat on something, could his day get any worse?

"I can't keep doing this with you two. I want her to be happy and you have done nothing but endanger her life and make her cry. There's no talking sense into you, not by force or by logic… I wish I could just… actually… yeah… I'm sure I could find her someone more suitable. Rowan's a very attractive girl… I know many different men, they're all criminals of course, but I'm sure I could pay them to deal with the possibility of being arrested. I could find someone who's her type… it shouldn't be that hard. Just need someone tall with broad shoulders…"

"What are you talking about?" Steve asked a fear taking hold of him he couldn't understand.

Wo Fat looked up, his eyes seemingly focusing on him as if he had forgotten Steve was there. "I could easily replace you. Find a guy with your look, but more money, pay him to treat her right, move her off of Hawaii… never have to worry about anything ever again… yes… that's what I'm going to do… get rid of you for good this time…"

Steve's eyes narrowed at her. "She wouldn't let you do that and I..."

Wo Fat laughed. "You're already half way out the door. You put yourself in the grave the second you fell back in bed with Catherine. All I have to do is bury you. Have a nice day Commander," and then the screen went black.

Beside him Danny whistled softly. "Well… that didn't go well…"

"Shut up, Danny," Steve sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He was coming down with a head ache, this was all so fucking much.

The door to the offices opened up and a guard was showing Jerry in and behind him came Catherine. She looked fine but confused, which meant he'd have to explain to her why Chin called. Steve sighed, he really didn't want to admit what happened because then Catherine would have been right and he didn't want that. He just wanted Rowan. Was that too much to ask?

"Jerry, what are you doing here and what are you doing with my father's toolbox?"

Jerry looked down at it and then back up at Steve. "I found it in your garage."

"You found it. Okay. Yes, you found it. Because it wasn't lost. That's where I keep it. In the garage. What were you doing in my garage?"

"Uh… this morning, before Rowan took off, she mentioned that your father left a clue in or on the toolbox, she figured I'd be able to crack it… help you out with solving something. Something to do with your mother and a body? I unno, she wasn't really talking sense but I figured I'd take a look at the tool box."

"Rowan told you… my Rowan?"

As if either of them knew any other Rowans.

"Well she's not really yours after this morning now is she?" Danny asked.

Beside him Catherine straightened. "She's not? Oh no, it's not because of me is it?"

Steve had forgotten she was there and the way she said it, not in the least bit upset that it had happened, not sounding the least bit guilty caused him to turn a sour glare onto her. Catherine just smiled coquettishly and whispered: "Sorry. Did you want me to talk to her?"

"No!" Steve snapped before she could even finish the sentence. His sentiment was mirror by Danny who also shouted the same word at her, and it was Danny who added: "I think, and this comes from all of us, that it would be best if you just stay away from her. Okay? Thank you."

Catherine raised her hands in mock surrender, but smiled to herself in a small victorious little way like this was her plan the whole time. And Steve tried not to groan… maybe it was. He forced himself to turn back to Jerry. "Jerry, I thought this morning, we both agreed that you were leaving. You were leaving this morning?"

"Well, I was," Jerry said and Steve tried very hard not to groan in frustration. "But then I did find an anomaly."

Steve frowned. What… he had? Jerry showed him the toolbox.

"It's a giant mystery that's been sitting under your nose the whole time."

Okay, that was rude, no it wasn't. It was a toolbox, Steve got all the clues out of the damn thing, that stupid tool box filled with his dad's notes on his mother's supposed death got him tazed.

Steve sighed. "Okay, Jerry. What's the mystery?"

"What color is this?"

Steve just stared at him, this was what the mystery was? Really? He as going to kill Rowan, now this was more like the kind of vengeance Rowan would wreak for Catherine coming over. She really was good at psychological warfare, he'd give her that.

"Well, it's red Jerry."

"That's a good guess, but it's actually American rose," he clarified. Okay, so what? "You didn't get it… did you?"

"No," Steve snapped.

"These toolboxes only came in one color, Alizarin crimson, not American rose," he said. "So the question is, who'd repaint a toolbox?"

"I don't know," Steve said sarcastically humouring Jerry. "Who would repeating a toolbox, Jerry?"

"No one. Not unless they were trying to hide something," he said. "Which means, Rowan was right. Which is slightly concerning cause she mentioned spies and bodies when she was talking to me about it."

He picked up the toolbox and showed him the bottom where something had clearly been scrapped away and Steve could barely make out hand written numbers. "And take a look at this. You'd be surprised what you can find with an active imagination and a little scraping."

Jerry clocked the look on Steve's face and smiled a little ask he asked: "This means something to you"?

Steve took the box from him and looked at the numbers a little more carefully.

0N-1 5-5-A

N-5-G-C-C-V

Holy fuck Rowan was right. He was going to have to admit it now. He was going to have to listen to everything she ever said about visions now, because she had been right… again.

"Shelburne was a code name my mother used as a CIA operative," he admitted bitterly. "The other two lines, they don't mean anything to me."

"Hold on. Back up. Did you just say your mom worked for the Company?"

Steve sighed. "Yeah, and if Rowan's right… and she usually is… she still does."

"Whoa. Info bomb. I need a sec to process this"

"Shelburne is misspelled. There should be an E at the end of it," Steve whispered. "It's probably a mistake."

"Ohh… probably not," Jerry interjected, clearly done processing the info bomb Steve had just dropped. "Look, I know you got a lot on your plate, but this is clearly some kind of code or cipher. So if it's alright with you, I'd like to dig a little deeper. I promise I'll stay out of your hair."

Steve turned a glare to him, an appraising glare, as he wondered whether or not it was worth it. Jerry added: "And you know… Rowan said I'd be the one able to crack it… so…."

Yes, and Rowan was always right. He did just say that.

"Okay, alright. See what you can do. Just uh, keep it on the DL but keep me in the loop" he said. Jerry reached for the toolbox and Steve added: "And don't you tell Rowan a thing. Her ego is too big as is. If she finds out she was right… again… I'll never hear the end of it."

"Are you sure she's even talking to you right now?" Jerry asked, seemingly not realizing that the topic of Rowan was probably still touchy for Steve. "You know… cause she caught you cheating on her with Catherine and she punched you in the throat."

"I am not cheating…" Steve thundered and then calmed himself down with a few breaths. "Can you… can you just get out of my hair please Jerry… please… cause I swear to god…"

Jerry took the toolbox and ran off leaving Steve to stand there, angry all over again over this morning's incident with Rowan.

Catherine called him over, a break in his case. Okay back to work. Steve muttered to himself: "I'm not cheating on Rowan," before joining her in the office.