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A/N: Hello my wonderful Readers! Here are some questions I can answer about Friday's Spoiler post… you know, without giving away too much. 1. Wo Fat's girlfriend is actually going to be introduced in season 5. 2. I will be posting this in the correct order, so it will be posted again, as its part of a larger chapter, at the moment, that might be changing cause it might be too long. 3. The "would go to jail for her" comment is in reference to what he and Wo do to rescue her again. And that's all I'm saying about that. Okay, so here is the conclusion to the current cliffhanger. Next chapter will be some new drama that our love-birds will have to go through. We're still 3 chapters away from that relationship you guys are so desperate to see happen. And then I've got 10 chapters of fluff between season 4 ending and season 5 starting so you know, we have a lot to look forward to.

As a little added bonus, I've got a little poll for the 700th review! I'm in the process of writing out the next Halloween episode, and Steve and Rowan are going to have a couples costume. The 700th reviewer will get to pick. Here are the options: 1. Ariel and Eric (again) – the pink poofy version and Steve in the fancy suit version – 2. Batman and Catwoman - 3. Popeye and Olive – 4. Sandy and Danny from Grease.

You don't have to include the one you want in the review, unless you want to of course, just remember, the 700th reviewer gets to decide on their Halloween costume, so PLEASE if you're a guest reviewer put a name to the review so I know who to announce as the winner.

P.S. AlexLover! Please tell me if this makes you cry too! I tried really hard to convey the same amount of emotion as the episode. I hope you still enjoy it!

Chapter 117

Joe White looked to Danny who was beside him going over the maps. He kept pointing and then looking at a picture on his phone. It was a crudely drawn map, but it was almost identical to the aerial print outs he had got of the base in question.

He still couldn't believe that he was flying into an active warzone on the dream of a psychic.

"Okay," Joe said in a soft voice so the soldiers around them couldn't hear him. "Tell me again what she said is going to happen?"

"It has happened," Danny whispered. "Rowan felt it. He's been captured. They have him in a truck, travelling along… uh… this road," he pointed to one going over the mountains. "I think… I don't know if they've… uh…"

God, maybe he should have brought the psychic. The one who just knew the answers to everything. He could have tried a little harder to get both of them on the plane, she might have been helpful… if Joe believed in that psychic shit.

He thought her to be intuitive, not psychic.

"And how right is she?" Joe asked. "On a scale of one to ten, how right do you think she is?"

"Fucking twenty."

"Really?"

It was a surprising number, but Danny seemed to have nothing but faith in that girl. And she had saved Billy's life and known a lot of things about himself and his actions that she shouldn't have know. Hell, she even knew about Doris before he had confirmation.

Danny's phone rang, only because they had a cellular repeater on board and he picked it up quickly.

"Williams… Catherine… slow down… is this about Steve?" he waited listening in. "Yeah, I'm already on a plane… yeah I got Joe White with me… where do you think we're heading? Of course, I'm heading to Afghanistan I couldn't get Rowan to shut up until I agreed to get on this stupid fucking plane. I have a question… why didn't either of you listen to her?"

He was silent again before he sighed. "Look, we're flying towards a heading a psychic gave us, the Navy is not going to like that. Can you please confirm where he's heading so I have some more concrete than Rowan said so and Rowan's always right?"

He swept aside one of the pictures and then wrote down a set of coordinated. "Don't worry," he told her. "We'll get our boy back."

As soon as he hung up the phone, he turned his eyes to Joe White. "There we go, that's the call Rowan said was going to come in. She's confirmed where they're taking him, where ever that is…"

Joe took the coordinates and looked them over.

34-28-9 north by 70-22-31 east. He circled the spot on the map and sighed. It was exactly where Rowan had said they needed going to go.

"So, uh… since I sense that some things may have changed… would you like to brief me on what's going on with Steve and Rowan?"

"No one knows what the hell they're doing… not even them," Danny growled lounging back with his arms folded over his chest. "They're living together again. They act like they're dating but he's taking a very long time choosing to settle down with her, despite not wanting her with anyone else and vice versa. But they're ridiculously cute… like all of the time. It's sickening."

Joe thought that over. It seemed a lot like Steve to be taking his time settling with her, he was the kind of person to over think his relationships. It took a near death experience just to convince him to ask out Catherine, it would probably take the same for Rowan. Though, after that building came down on him… he figured that would have been the moment that did it. But Joe could tell that whatever Steve was feeling for Rowan was stronger than what he had for Catherine. That meant he was going to be extra cautious.

The two men lapsed into silence, both worried about Steve, only to have their silence shattered by a sudden scream from one of the other soldiers on the plane.

"HOLY FUCKING HELL!"

Danny and Joe both turned to where a soldier was jumping back from a box of what should have been supplies. A familiar red-head slowly appeared from inside and beside him Danny swore.

This was not happening. That girl had not stowed away on a naval supply plane.

"God fucking damn it, RO!" Danny shouted rushing forward. He helped her out of the box while Joe hung back to watch. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking I need to be here," she said. "And you shouldn't have left me behind."

As soon as her feet were on the ground a soldier came forward with cuffs. Joe White turned.

"Really, son?" was all he needed to say to him. So at least that arrest was thwarted for now. He wouldn't be able to save her once they landed though.

"They've changed directions though," Rowan said. "They're on a different road now."

"Are they heading for the same compound?"

"I think so."

"Okay, so what happened to she's always right, 20 out of 10 always right," Joe asked.

Both Danny and Rowan's eyes swung to him. "I am right. I'm always right. But people make choices that change things. Right now, they're not on the road I first saw them on. But I know where that road is going to lead. Which is a man taking a fucking scimitar and cleaving Steve's head from his fucking body."

Joe blinked his eyes at her. Okay. Maybe he did believe this psychic shit.

"Okay, show me what road they're on, maybe I can get someone to intercept."

Rowan moved over to the pictures he had spread out on a make shift table. This girl better be right. Because Joe didn't want to lose Steve. Not like this. Not at all.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

As soon as they landed, Rowan was in cuffs. She didn't start crying until they took her to the brig. Apparently, she hadn't ever assumed that stowing away was a punishable crime.

She was looking at a five-year sentence.

The screaming, however, didn't start until they had locked her away. Despite her being in the brig three buildings away they could hear her. Loud and fucking clear. So when the staff sergeant in charge of the op told Joe that he couldn't confirm whether Steve was even in the compound, let alone alive, and therefore wasn't going to send his men in blind, Joe had to admit that, not only did he need Rowan, he needed her psychic knowledge.

As soon as he got into the brig, he walked into three very different takes of the same situation. Three soldiers were hanging outside, covering their ears. Captain Norrell was shouting at Rowan through the bars of her cell. And Rowan… Rowan was singing Backstreet Boys as loudly as she could and as badly as she could. Considering she was singer/songwriter for a living it surprised him that she was this off-key at that moment, and he figured the reason she was off-key was to be as annoying as possible.

God, she'd break a terrorist in ten seconds flat with that tactic.

"I got this Captain," Joe said and Norrell walked off, leaving them there alone. But Rowan was not having this, she was no longer that sweet little innocent this that he remembered. She was a seething ball of rage… in the body of a kitten.

"Let me guess, you can't find him."

Joe stared at her and then nodded. There was no point lying, there was no point trying to pretend, she merely nodded like she understood and he asked her what he was there to ask her.

"No. Do you know where…"

"Why no, no I don't. I've just been screaming for attention for no reason," she snapped sarcastically. "OF COURSE I KNOW WHERE THEY TOOK HIM!"

"Okay, alright, come on, I'm taking you out of here, and you're going to tell us where he is, okay?" Rowan nodded already on her feet. "And you're going to tell us what's going on with your phone."

Danny had asked Captain Norrell for Rowan's phone, he had declined, said it was malfunctioning anyway. Danny had gone real quiet and asked for a description. He hadn't like the description he got.

"Is it bright red?"

"The whole screen, yes."

"It's the app. I've uh… I've gone into international airspace and I didn't have plans to do that, so my phone is probably freaking out."

She didn't mean her phone, she meant Wo. Wo Fat was probably freaking out. He motioned for one of the soldiers to unlock her door. They seemed skeptical but they listened to him, letting her out. Her first thought was to hug him and that surprised him.

"If I don't get to it soon he'll send people to look for me," she said in a small voice. A hopeful voice.

Joe didn't want to tell her that there probably wasn't much Wo Fat could do to stop the Navy from arresting her. He led her back to the base of operations, he pushed her in through the flaps and then returned to where the staff sergeant was waiting for him.

"I think I may have new intel…" Joe started but was cut off.

"As I said before, we acted on the intel you gave us. We can confirm multiple hostiles, but we can't confirm if Commander McGarrett I there."

"That's cause he's not there," Rowan said. She was holding Danny's hand and looking at a map they had pinned up. "There," Rowan said pointing a stop on a map. A dusty shelled out disaster zone just outside of the small town of Godri, right in the shadows of the Hindu Kush mountain range. "They took him there when they figured out he was US something and they got word of an extra activity within the near-by bases. Thought their original place was compromised."

The guy in charge turned from Joe to Rowan who was just staring at him with wide blue eyes.

"Trust me kid, she's always right," he said.

"Alright… well if he was taken there, there's a good chance that he's already dead…"

"Nope," that came from all three of them. Rowan, Danny and Joe. All at the same time. "He's alive. I know he is," Rowan whispered. "I'd've felt it if they had cut his head off."

The kid in charged groaned. "There's no way she'd know that. Not without having access to some kind of Intel. And I'm not buying the psychic crap."

"Look. This is a lot to take in. I get that. But that girl stowed away on a naval plane because she was so sure about this. Everything we've got so far has come from her, so if she's been right up until now, why are we second guessing this hunch?"

He looked Joe over and sighed. "You vouch for her?" he asked. All Joe had to do was nod. "Alright guys. It's go time. Let's move out."

"There's just one thing, tell your guys, they gotta say something to him, he'll know he's safe when you say it. Trust me, it's our code word," Rowan said to him. "It's very important that you say it to him… so he knows…"

He didn't want to argue. Joe could see that. So he took Rowan's code word, relayed it to the team going to get Steve and then they all lazed back. Until it was time to put Rowan back in the brig. Joe found out then that the girl was really fucking good at escaping.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

They had put a bag over his head, stripped him of his extra clothes until he was in nothing except his grey wife beater and his cargo pants. They had dragged him into a small room, threw him into the dirt and then kicked the shit out him until he couldn't breathe anymore.

They left him there for a while and for those moments, however brief they were, Steve let the pain take him. Take him straight back to Hawaii. He wasn't in the dirt, he was lying in the sand and that pressure he felt in his shoulder? That was just Rowan's head resting against him.

They'd still be in their fancy wear, she'd have just said yes to going steady, she'd be his, fully his and… then the door opened up again and he was forced up to his feet and then down into a rickety chair.

They tied him to it, ripped the bag off of his head and he was staring at a man they didn't recognize but he knew was in charge.

One of the lackeys hit him and the Leader spoke to him in perfect English.

"Your name."

Steve glared at him. He said nothing. He was rewarded with another hit. This one hard enough to cut his mouth open.

"The woman? Where is she?"

He said nothing again. This time when he got hit, despite being tied to the chair, Steve found himself in the dirt again.

They picked him back up and put him in the chair.

"Where did she take the children?"

This time when he got hit, the other guy made sure that he didn't fall out of the chair. Great, that meant less time taken out of his beating to keep putting him back in the chair. God this hurt. This hurt a lot. But maybe… maybe if he was strong, if he didn't give them what they wanted, they'd spend more time trying to break him. Enough time for a rescue team to show up and for his head to not get cut off.

The door opened and two more men came in followed by a third one. A man who was supposed to be long dead.

Umar Hassan.

They pulled pictures out of a box. The two other men going through it until they found the one they were looking for. The one of him.

They handed it to Umar Hassan and he looked it over.

"American Navy SEAL," he said appreciatively and in good English. When Steve said nothing he turned to his men and gave them an order in Pashto.

Find out who this guy is.

They had a computer. Goddamn it, why did they have a computer? How would they even have internet to look him up? But they did, because they found something. The computer was turned to Hassan who looked it over, quite interested in whatever it was that was written there about him took it all in before walking back to get into Steve's face again.

"You're him aren't you? The policeman that took down Brother Nazaria's soldiers in Hawaii."

Steve stared blankly at him. "And I'm going to do the same to you."

"The soldiers. They spoke of a woman. Everyone who falls to you, they speak of the same woman. A Pierce. The destroyer. They say she is a divine profit, who speaks of the future before it happens. Who uses a network of evil to spread her insanity. Nazaria fell to her, like many other have. A red-headed warrior spilling rivers of blood for you. The American hypocrite."

Oh Rowan. His perfect, lovely wonderfully terrifying Rowan. These people… they knew her name. Even out here they knew her name. And they feared her.

He laughed at them, lazily, through the foggy pain. She had told Chin this once, and he might as well use it now. Smile. Smile like you're crazy cause they can't beat you.

"She knows I'm here," he whispered. "She knows I'm here and if you think what happened to Nazaria was bloody… well… you should see what she's got in store for you."

He saw it then. The fear in his eyes. For a moment Steve wished for Rowan. Not that she was there, because he wasn't sure that even Wo Fat's network stretched this far. But just to see her, to tell her that she was known in all the corners of the world. She'd be proud of herself. He was horrified. But she would have been proud.

That fear didn't last. He gave an order and they wailed on him. Hitting him over and over at Hassan's command. No questions were asked, they just kept punching him.

After a while Hassan started talking to him again. "We'll find her, you know. The woman you were with," ah so he didn't mean Rowan. They definitely weren't going to go after Rowan. "And when we do, we'll kill her. But if you tell me where she is, I promise you she will be spared. All I want are the children."

Lies. All lies. He didn't mean that and Steve would have had to be an idiot to believe that. Steve wasn't going to let him take those children and turn them into his little clones to do his evil bidding.

Hassan continued to stare at him, and finally he realized that he wasn't going to get Steve to talk. "Very well," he said to Steve. And then turned to his men and gave them an order, an order he didn't recognize. But he didn't need it translated, because Hassan was still talking to him.

"Know this. Tonight you will die in this room. But how you die is up to you. If you confess your sins to the world, your death will be swift, merciful."

What the hell was this nutbar talking about? "My sins? What have I done?"

He wasn't the one stealing kids and throwing punches.

"You've invaded our holy lands. You're guilty of countless atrocities against the righteous," aw no he had that crazy fanatic look in his eyes, and behind him a camera was coming through the door. Yeah… Steve wasn't going down like this.

"You strap bombs onto innocent children so they can go and kill more innocent civilians and you call yourselves righteous?" he asked.

And they hit him again and they continued to hit him as they got the camera set up. When that was done they forced him to his knees and held his arms, each putting a hand to his shoulders so he couldn't twist away from them. Not that he could of he was in so much pain he could barely move.

Than Hassan got behind him and started preaching. He knew then that his time was almost up.

"Peace be upon those who believe. And to those who do not, know this. Until you bow to his will, you will never be safe. We shall bring the fight to your shores. Blood will be spilt in your streets. And men like this, they cannot protect you. America is full of nothing but lies and debauchery. You are a nation without values. A nation of infidels. And now let this man's death be a lesson to you all. This is what…"

He never got to finish. Steve threw his head back as soon as Hassan got too close to him, effectively head-butting him in the nuts. He kicked them men off of him, slammed another into a wall, and kicked a fourth over a table. He made a mad dash for the door, hoping a nice football tackle would be enough to get him through it.

It was not.

He was thrown back, slammed into the dirt again and then everyone he had fought off took turns beating the absolute crap out of him.

Once they were done he was forced back up and then onto his knees, and he knew. He knew then what was going to happen to him. Hassan had the scimitar, he was coming towards him, and Steve knew it. This was the moment Rowan had told him about, this was what she had wanted to keep him from.

God why hadn't he listened to her? Why wasn't he at home in his bed with her? That was all he wanted. He wanted her. He wanted Rowan so bad he could cry. He just wanted to see her, just once, just one more time. To hold her. To keep her. God, who was going to take care of her now? Wo Fat? Fuck, she'd be a career criminal in a month.

Hassan grabbed him by the hair, and Steve cried out. It should have been from fear but it wasn't. Pain had fired up in his chest. Not from the ribs he was sure was broken, but straight from the heart, a void pain. Squeezing at his heart. He saw a single orange electric bolt flew from him, it shattered the camera in front of him. But it wasn't the only one, electric bolts hit the men around him, they got Hassan to let go of his head. He collapsed grasping his chest. He cried out, he had her name on his mind but he wasn't sure if that was what came out of his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was asking her to stop or just asking her to walk through the void to him to wrap him up in her soothing embrace and save him from this nightmare. She had used the void to save him before, to save his team before, she could do it again? Couldn't she?

Somewhere, somehow, he swore he could hear her screaming right back for him. Oh his knees in the dirt, his eyes closed wishing for home, wishing for Rowan, he felt it when Hassan stood atop him, felt the powerful swing as Hassan brought the blade down but it never hit him. It rebounded off of something, Steve didn't see what it was but he knew what it felt like. It was like he had been enveloped in a warm bubble that was the same kind of warmth he got when Rowan was near him, the same sort of feeling he got when her arms were around him. If he didn't know any better he'd have aid she was on his back, shielding him from what was coming, but she wasn't there, she couldn't be. The act of rebounding off whatever shield Rowan's void powers had put up sent Hassan and the two men that had previously been holding him in place, like an explosion had gone off in the room and everyone who had just managed to stand up, went flying into the nearest walls.

Just in time for the door to burst open. Gunshots peppered the air and Steve forced himself to crawl away and under the table to avoid all the bullets that were filling the room and killing everyone in there other than him.

He started when a pair of hands grabbed him, he tried to get away. Uniforms didn't always mean friendlies.

"Commander Steven McGarrett?"

His named seemed foreign to him, he hadn't been expecting it. When he confirmed his identity the man above him smiled. "We're your Rowan-gram, Commander. We're your Rowan-gram."

Rowan.

She had sent people to come get him. Relief washed over him in waves, he stopped struggling against the soldiers and let them help him up. He felt himself laugh, felt the shaky sound escape him. Kono was right, having a Rowan-gram find him had definitely made him finally feel safe.