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A/N: Hey guys! Happy Friday! So today we have a cute little chapter filled with Rowan's shenanigans, and Steve's reactions. We're going to get a break from Steve the jerk here because essentially the two of them are fine now… for now. So enjoy the cuteness of the next few chapters. Also AlexLover got to pick the Halloween costume mentioned in this chapter, so I hope you like it. Also haven't seen you in awhile AlexLover are you still there? Review soon cause I miss you! On an unrelated point, we're 9 chapters away from 150, do you want a special chapter? Do you want to read a special future chapter? I have Steve and Rowan's wedding. Steve adopting Nahele. Rowan adopting Nahele. Rowan telling Steve she's pregnant. What do you want to read? Kay, guys, enjoy the chapter, leave me a review if you thought it was cute, don't forget to tell me what kinda of chapter you wanna ready for the special 150 and I'll see you guys on Monday.

Chapter 141

Once they were done at the grave and they were supposed to go home for a day of rest, but they had only been changed into their lounging clothes for three minutes before Rowan had checked her phone, got a strange look on her face, told him she had something to deal with and then left. Steve had waited to hear from Danny, who was supposed to be back by now but never called him. Which was obnoxious cause this was his best friend.

Sensing that something was wrong, he went looking. Steve found Danny right where he thought he would. In the spot Danny liked, that made him feel calm. He had just gotten back from the mainland, had just gotten back from Matty's negotiations, Steve wasn't sure if a trial was involved or not yet, Danny hadn't talked to him about it so he didn't know. He didn't like not knowing, he didn't like seeing Danny like this either.

"Hey!" he said as he approached Danny who was sitting on a ledge on the shoulder of the highway looking out onto the ocean. "I uh… you landed hours ago and I hadn't heard from you… I remembered you mentioned this place and uh…"

"But you couldn't figure out that if she had nowhere else to go Rowan would end up at Grover's?"

Steve frowned at him. He didn't need that right now. "We made up," Steve growled. "I explained… she explained… and we made up."

"You told her you're afraid of her. Don't you know how much she worries she's a monster?"

Steve hadn't, but after that argument, Chin had called him to explain that. More like a giant lecture in which Chin kept calling him an idiot. Wish his friends had explained that sooner.

"She's going to be traumatized for the rest of the relationship," Danny snapped. "She's never going to forget you said that…"

"Okay… what's going on with you? Did something happen with Matty? What's going on there huh?" Steve asked needing off of this topic like… instantly.

Danny immediately shifted gears. He got all serious and quiet and Steve realized it couldn't be good news.

"Well the good news… the goods news is he's doing community service. Under the watchful eye of my parents."

Oh! That was good news. So then…

"So… what's wrong then? Huh?"

"He had all these details of Reyes' operations, you know? And uh… I got to sit through the deposition where he explained… he explained what Reyes was doing to him before… before someone came and got him out," Danny said. "And it… uh… it was pretty horrific. They think he's going to limp for the rest of his life and If I had just stopped my brother from getting on that plane…"

"Danny, you can't do that," he said. "You can't second guess every decision you've made. I did it with my dad, I did it with Freddy. The truth is I could never have saved either of them. Don't do that to yourself, because you got to save Matty."

"But that's the thing… isn't it? I didn't save Matty, Rowan did," Danny said. "Rowan saved Matty and she didn't think she could tell any of us without blowing her rescue mission out of the water. And to be fair, when it was going down, neither me nor you would have believed her and you know it and with the way things were between you two you might have just arrested her the second she told you about it. But maybe… I unno this all could have gone down so much differently… and now everyone I care about is suffering."

"Okay, you can't do that you know? Catherine was doing this to herself too, torturing herself over what could have happened to Billy if Rowan hadn't intervened," Steve snapped. "Rowan saved you from all of that. That's what she does, she realizes that we won't listen and goes out and does it herself."

"And now she hasn't dreamed right for what… two weeks?" he asked. Steve sighed… well… that much was true… was it bad that he hadn't missed that aspect? That he liked not waking up and having to soothe her, he liked getting a full night's sleep because she wasn't bolting up and waking him up too. At least now when she had a nightmare it was about Reyes' murder and not some future event he couldn't save her from.

"Yeah, glad you're pleased," Danny snapped once he saw the smug smile on Steve's face. "How do you think she's going to feel if something happens to one of us and she didn't dream about it in time to help us?"

Steve frowned. Yeah, he hadn't thought about that but he had a point. "Okay… well… maybe part of the problem is you two are hiding something from me."

It was just like the Roof incident with Chin again. Rowan and Danny sworn to secrecy over something and keeping Steve out of the loop. That pissed him off even more.

"For fuck sake. We are not hiding anything. We told you, from start to finish what fucking happened."

Except Steve knew in his gut that that wasn't true. But he didn't have time to argue about it, in fact he didn't even want to argue about it, not when he and Rowan were finally in a place where they were okay. But he didn't have the time to force it out of Danny at that time because Rowan had sent him a text.

Danny knew Rowan's special ring tone, a text tone version of Under the Sea. "She still bugging you about picking a costume?"

"Yeah, I was taking too long, she said, so she gave me three to choose from as if that's going to help. I don't know why she needs us to go…."

Steve trailed off, as he read over the message. Those three little words setting him ramrod straight, like an electrical current had fired up in his veins and had control of his moments.

Gunshots. Help me.

Steve must have reacted badly because Danny straightened and perked up, asking: "What, what is it?"

"She in or near a shooting," he snapped, jumping up and rushing to his truck. Danny swore and crossed to his own car, ready to follow Steve into the eventual battle he would be facing to save Rowan… again.

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Farrow returned from handing out candy to trick-or-treaters, with his bloodied apron back on and approached Jerry and his beaten-up partner. He smiled calmly at Jerry and his wide eyes of terror and then he ripped the tape off of Jerry's mouth.

He yelped, of course he'd yelp, duct tape hurt when removed and poor Jerry had a beard going on. He let Jerry breathe a bit and he was rewarded with some good old-fashioned begging: "Okay, Message delivered. I won't say a word about anything. Just, please, stop hurting him."

"Such compassion. But you see, while you were just following your natural curiosity, my associate here failed to do his job. Which was to protect our interests from prying eyes."

"Well, consider my prying eyes diverted," he cried. "Look. I get it. You just want to run your nice, friendly counterfeiting operation out of your antiquarian bookshop."

Farrow just shrugged. "We all have hobbies."

"Exactly. Ours just happen to intersect."

Farrow shook his head. "Excuse me one moment." And in exactly one moment he returned with a gun.

Before Jerry could say anything else, he had shot the man beside him.

"Oh my god you killed him! Why would you do that?" Jerry asked and then the gun was turned onto him. "Oh God please don't!"

"Now, I want to know everything you told Steve McGarrett," he ordered.

"Everything! I told him everything but he didn't believe me!" Jerry cried. "Besides… besides… It's not what I told Steve. It's what I told Rowan. Rowan… Peirce. Yeah, you know her. Its about what I told her and what she told her… her…"

"Her brother?

"YEAH! Me and Rowan are like… tight… we're friends now… what do you think is going to happen if she finds out you… you…"

"Rowan Pierce is nothing more than a button-pushing waste of space. And her brother? Everyone knows he's got his bite. But he's whipped, that's what he is. I'm not afraid of her, her brother or her network. I could take them apart with one blow."

"Wow… one blow huh?" someone asked and Farrow turned around to woman he instantly recognized as Rowan Pierce coming out of the kitchen with a big giant bowl. Farrow already knew what was in that bowl. She put her finger in it, and licked it off. "You know if you put a little bit of honey in this, not only does it make it a little sticky but its great added decoration to zombie cupcakes? And it'll taste better too," she said and then put her hand in it entirely and began to smear herself with the fake blood. As much as he was concerned about her appearance in his house, he was also very confused as to what the hell she was doing with a bowl of what she clearly knew was fake blood.

"So, what's this about one blow? Do you wanna take your shot at it now or should I call Wo and have him join me? I'm sure he'd love to hear all about you…" she had to maneuver a bit, but she managed to get her phone out of her back pocket while cradling the large metallic bowl of fake blood to her chest. She made a big show of pulling up something on the scree, probably her app and reading it before saying: "Uh….let's see. Voice rec says that you're Major William Corrigan, Former British Special forces, court-martialed in…. uh… 2004 for excessive force in combat. Which seems silly, it's combat… isn't all combat considered excessive force?" Interesting, a girl after his own heart. She then looked at her phone more carefully: "Mmm… I got my phone all bloody, that's gonna be a bitch to get off."

She slid her phone into her back pocket, she walked over to where Farrow was standing with the gun, just in front of both Jerry and the body that his partner, Helms, was pretending to be dead, and then poured some of the blood on the floor, rubbing it around with the toe of her shoe.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm going to need that later," she said finally putting the bowl down on the table. She turned to Helms and then scoffed at him. "Oh, get up you're not fooling anyone."

She knew he was faking it? No, that would ruin everything! Farrow pointed the gun at her and she just laughed. At him. "Nice one, is that a real one this time? Or is it just a fake with blanks?"

"Do you want to take the chance?" he growled.

"Do you?" she shot back. "I may not look like much, but everyone that comes up against me has issues. In fact most don't make it," she warned him walking over to Jerry but keeping a wide berth of him and the gun. "Just like you, I don't walk into a situation blind, which means I had to have thought this through. Must mean I have a plan. And I mean… do you think I made this mess for no reason? You look like a man who likes to have his ego stroked, thinks he's smarter than he is. I'm guessing…. With the hair loss and the smaller stature that you've got a Napoleon Complex. Ohhh look at that face," she said with a laugh as he glowered at her. "You did not like that. No you did not. Well come on then, Mr. Smart guy, what's my big plan here?"

"You've obviously used your app to rustle up some back up. I'm guessing your brother."

"Good, that's the most obvious choice, except I know Wo Fat's on the other side of the island and can't get to me fast enough. I did call for back-up I'll give you that, but not with my app." Outside there came the screech of tires and the slam of a car door. "Opp, there's the cavalry now. Wanna see what happens when my boyfriend gets upset?"

Farrow didn't have to guess what that meant. He lunged for her, hoping to grab her to use as a hostage, but she lunged back. For a second they grappled for the gun before she managed to point it to the ground and use his finger to pull the trigger as soon as the gun went off she just screamed, so loud he actually put his hands over his ears and then then she dropped right into that pool of blood she had created not moments before

Across from him a door got kicked off his hinges and then Steven McGarrett of Five-0 was bearing down on him, gun in hand, no tactical gear, but a look of worry and anger on his face. He took sight of the two tied up men and then Rowan lying on the floor, realized there was blood and that she was lying in a pool of it and something in his face changed.

He let out a terrible roar and then before Farrow could think of shooting him with the real gun, McGarrett had charged him and tackled him straight to the ground. Winding him immediately and as if that was bad enough, McGarrett got on top of him, his hands to his neck literally throttling the life out of him.

There were cries of his name, but it wasn't until a hand covered in fake blood gripped his shoulders and someone cried: "Steve let him go!" did Steve actually pause and look up.

Rowan, half her face covered in fake blood smiled down at him as his eyes narrowed at her. "Is that… are you…?"

"Fake blood. Perfectly fine. I want you know that I could have called my brother but I called you," she said and then swooped in and kissed him solidly on the lips. Leaving two fake blood hand prints on either cheek "You're the absolute best babe."

She then skipped off to Jerry and began cutting him loose. At that point everyone was just staring at her, and though Farrow seconded the outburst, it was Steve who shouted: "What the hell just happened?!"

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

With Farrow in custody, with a guy that looked like he had gotten shot but hadn't been shot, Steve went outside to where Jerry was waiting in an ambulance and Rowan was sitting in Danny's Camaro all bloodied up and wrapped up in a blanket. He wanted to go to her, to wrap her up in a hug but he was also absolutely fucking livid with her over the stunt she just pulled. So, he went to Jerry first to get an explanation.

"Okay explain to me what happened because if I go over there to talk to her and she uses any trigger words, like app, Wo Fat, fake blood, or counterfeiter, I'm going to throttle the life out of her," Steve snapped, his hands on his hips as he glared down at Jerry who had the good grace to look upset to have Steve angry with him.

"I called you instead of Wo!" she called from Danny's Camaro and Steve shook his head.

"And there is one of those trigger words. Why does she keep saying that like that fixes what she did," he growled and Jerry lowered his eyes as Steve took his glare off of where Rowan was sitting looking like a lovely little zombie and back to Jerry. "Can you just tell me what happened please?"

"Sure. When I got home last night, Farrow was waiting for me…"

"Okay Farrow, the bookshop owner that you were surveilling, even though I told you not to, showed up at your place,"

"Yeah you just took him down."

"Great, I took down a bookshop owner," Steve cried throwing his hands up in the air.

"He put one of those Guantanamo hoods on my head and took me this house and was questioning me. Kind of like Marathon Man but without the dental abuse. And instead of torturing me he was beating on that other guy," he said gesturing to the other guy in handcuffs being taken away by Danny.

"That other guy? Why?"

"I don't know his name but he's in on the counterfeiting," Jerry said. "Farrow shot him right in front of me."

"Except he's alive, Jerry."

"Yeah, turns out Farrow's gun only had blanks in it."

"Okay… so… wait… Rowan crashed a fake interrogation, with a fake body… and had me take out Farrow… who wasn't doing anything…"

"No, no, he kidnapped me! He was trying to scare me off…"

"Jerry what have I been telling you from the beginning? I told you to back off! What were you thinking?"

"I unno, that I was right and you were wrong!" Jerry cried. "Look I only did it for a couple of weeks!"

"And you got Rowan involved!"

"Well actually… I don't know how she found me… I didn't have time to get a distress signal out. She just sort of…"

"Fuck she just showed up?" Steve thundered throwing his hands up in frustration. He sighed again. "Great, she's dreaming again. That's all I need."

"Are you going to hold Farrow?" Jerry asked and Steve sighed again. Well yes, yes, he was going to hold him because blank or not that man held a gun to Rowan's person and he wasn't going to just get away for that. That and he was sure if word got out that he held a gun on Rowan, fake or not, Wo Fat would get him before dinner.

"For now, yes, yes I will," Steve snapped. "But if I find nothing again you have to leave him alone."

Jerry nodded and then Steve turned. That was all he had to do, he turned towards Rowan, watched her hand come out from under that scratchy brown blanket and waved at him and his whole heart started to swell. He was furious but he still wanted her, still cared about her.

His head was still stuck on that moment. He heard that gunshot, that piercing pitch of a silenced gunshot, and then her screaming… god that scream. That scream was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. But walking into that scene to seeing his girl lying in a pool of what he thought was her own blood was an image he would never get out of his head for a long time to come.

But he couldn't put this off. He needed to know why the hell she had done this to him. He walked over to the Camaro loving that she was smiling at him in that beguiling way. Even with fake blood coating half her face all he wanted to do was kiss her senseless.

"Did you decide on a couples costume yet?" she asked once she got close to him. Steve actually paused, stunned into immobility by the pure audacity of that question.

"Really, that's what you're going to ask me? After the stunt you just pulled? Costumes are the only thing that's on your mind?"

"Oh… so that's what we're going to do today? We're going to argue?"

Really that's what she was going to do to him? Really? After what she just did to him she was going to ask him if he just wanted to argue with her? For. Fuck. Sake.

"Rowan!" Steve shouted before he turned his eyes heavenward and swallowed every word he wanted to hurl at her. He growled a bit before turning his eyes back down to her. "You do know what you just did to me right? Do you? Can you not see that maybe… maybe you might have actually really scared me?"

Rowan nodded, thought it over and then winced. "Okay… yeah… I guess… I guess I could see it, but uh… I needed Angry Steve not you know, ask-questions-tackle-later Steve. But uh… I may have gone a little too dramatic… uh… sorry about that."

"Gunshots, screaming and a puddle of blood. It was like you were trying to recreate my worst nightmare."

"Uh… happy Halloween?"

"You are going to owe me. So, help me Rowan, you are going to owe me so big."

"Kay, well I'm not done yet. Farrow isn't his real name. Kong used Voice recognition and got me a hit," she said showing him her bloodied phone. "He really is a counterfeiter. Oh! And his plan was to make Jerry look crazy. So, you wouldn't believe him. I just uh… stopped him."

"Ex military…"

"He's got a shrapnel scar on one of his arms. I saw it when we were wrestling. You know… if you don't believe me."

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. They were wrestling? The man had a gun and they were wrestling? What the hell was she thinking? It was like she was trying to give him a heart attack where he stood.

"God Rowan…"

"Just hold him please? And look into it?" she pleaded. Steve glared at her and she sheepishly smiled. "Please? I know was bad, but… you know… I'm just so cute."

Steve cupped her face in his hands. "Yes, you are lucky you're so fucking cute," he whispered to her and then kissed her solidly. "You're going to be up with me all hours over these nightmares, I hope you know."

"I will be… one hundred perfectly… fine with that," she said between kissing him. Steve smiled but while he took Farrow away, he couldn't stop seeing that scene. Farrow standing there with a smoking gun and Rowan on the floor in a puddle of blood.

He wasn't going to sleep well for a month.

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When Jerry got out of the hospital Rowan was waiting beside her pastel purple GTO, having clearly showered. She was in a pair of suede ankle high boots with her toes peeping out, and this black tutu like skirt a blood red blouse and a grey off the shoulder knit sweater. She smiled at him and opened the door for him once he got close. How the hell had McGarrett not give her a label by now? If that girl was interested in him, Jerry would have proposed by the third date.

"Your chariot awaits!" she called.

He looked around carefully before asking: "No McGarrett?"

"Naw, he's dealing with another case, but he promised me he'd hold onto Farrow until he confirmed whether or not he was Corrigan," she told him. She smiled warmly at him but after he still hadn't moved to get into the car her smiled cracked a bit and she looked down to her shoes. "I know I'm not your first choice, but I promise I'm going to take us somewhere really cool."

Jerry actually paused in his thinking to look at her. "Not my first choice? Dude, this is great. I get to drive around in a muscle car! And we're going somewhere cool."

"Oh yeah, we're going to go find the money."

"Wait what?"

"Just get in the car Jerry," she ordered finally walking away from him. She crossed to the driver's side and slid in looking like an 80s movie bombshell and Jerry got himself into the passenger side. Once the car was moving she turned the radio up to a medley of Elvis songs.

"Whoa, wait, you like the King?"

"Like?" she asked. "More like love! I live and breathe the King. I did my first ever winning skate routine to Hound Dog."

"Whoa, no way!"

"I'd leave Steve for the King in a heartbeat."

Oh wow… whoa… really? Jerry knew they were having problems, but… she sounded so serious. Jerry sat there in the car as is flew down the highway.

"Uh… you know… I just wanted to say thank you," Jerry said.

Rowan just waved it off. "Pshh, naw, it's nothing. You're a part of the Five-0 o'hana now, that means we look out for each other."

But Jerry hadn't done that for her. He had been struck starry-eyed by Steven McGarrett and his inherent awesomeness and he had betrayed her to him.

"Besides, I know what it feels like when Steven McGarrett doesn't believe you, so I made sure to keep an eye out on that guy… and uh… you know… one of my peeps caught him grabbing you, which… you know… not making a fat joke, but you probably could have just dropped to the ground and crushed them both, and wow what a way to go."

Okay, liking her a little less now. Farrow had a gun that was why he cooperated. He didn't know it was fake, it looked real to him.

"And I'm sorry about your newspapers," she said. "I fiddle with things when I'm nervous, and Steven and I had had a pretty bad argument. I shouldn't have been playing with that lighter cause those newspapers sure did go up fast."

"It's okay. I know you didn't do it on purpose."

"Maybe if we do some internet searching we can find the ones you're missing?" she offered. "I'll pay, obviously."

Jerry was already shaking his head. "Naw, it's okay. If I need 'em again there on the internet for free view."

"Mm, true."

"Uh… so where are we going?" he asked as she took a turn out of the city.

"Didn't I already tell you? We're going to get the money."

"No, I know… you said… but… I'm not sure which money you're referring to?"

"The counterfeit stuff, we're going to go get it back. Steve needs the evidence, and we're going to get it for him."

"Wait you know where it's hidden? How would you..."

"My Network," she said quickly. "Once Kong confirmed who he was I simply put out a request for who he was working with, and any information on where the cash was. Had like six people give him up."

"Whoa guess he wasn't well liked…." Jerry mused but Rowan just shook her head.

"Well liked has nothing to do with it. I've learned very quickly that in his world, loyalty and likeability mean nothing where money is involved. If you pay the right price, they'll give you anything you ask."

Jerry sat back and thought about it. He had never been in the position to broker those kinds of deals but he wondered, with Rowan at his side, just how many conspiracies he'd be able to prove true.

She eventually took the pastel purple GTO off of the road and into the jungle where they came upon a little warehouse half hidden in the trees. Jerry did not have a good feeling about this. He spotted two buff looking men by the door, each clutching what looked to be automatic rifles. They were looking at the car, looking it up and down and Jerry was suddenly very afraid.

"Wait… maybe we should call McGarrett."

"Naw, he's of no use in these situations, we'd get into a gun fight for sure," she told him as she put the car into park. "Just stay behind me and make no sudden movements until all these IRA guys are out of sight."

"Whoa. IRA? Like Irish Republican Army. Like that IRA? What the hell? No, no, we should definitely call McGarrett!"

Rowan slapped the phone out of his hands. "Don't be such a baby. I've got this," she said and then got out of the car.

Well Jerry didn't want her to face these people alone so he just got out and followed her. Two guys that had been at the door were gone. Jerry had no idea where they had gone but it left a terrible opening for Rowan to walk right up to that front door and throw it open.

The warehouse was filled with men. Big burly red-headed Irishmen who were all up in arms, quite literally, at the disruption. Jerry had never seen so many guns pointed in his general direction in his life. And while he was terrified, Rowan didn't seem phased at all.

"Hello my lovelies. I am Rowan Pierce!" she announced like she was a rock star her arms outstretched like she was welcoming praise. Except they didn't do anything, they just stared at her with wide eyes of surprise as all their phones began to chime around them. Rowan blinked her eyes at them, frowning and lowering her arms. "Wow… do I need to say it again? Come on guys, Rowan Pierce… that Rowan Pierce?"

And they all scattered.

Jerry watched as fully-grown IRA terrorists sprinted away from her, ditching guns, tripping over one another, one man literally jumped out the window and into the jungle, and Rowan stood in the middle of it all, legs crossed and twirling slightly waiting for them all to be gone.

"Alrightie there, bit of a delayed reaction," she said turning to glance over to him she gestured for him to follow her. "Come on."

Reluctantly he walked into the warehouse jumping at every shadow and every creak. He wondered how McGarrett dealt with this, because if she were dating Jerry and he knew that this was the sort of stuff that she was running off doing, he'd be having heart attacks right left and center.

"So, like… you say your name and…"

"If the app detects my voice print using my codes, it pops up on any near-by criminal's screen, tells them it's really me. Most use it as a way to avoid me, Five-0 or my brother," she explained. "Now where are those… ah… there they are they must have just finished packing them."

She walked over to a set of oil drums. "Come on, let's get one of these suckers open."

They went off in search of tools and when they came back, she had a crowbar and he had a stick. They went with her crowbar, obviously. She pried the lid off of it with Jerry's help and then they were looking at a barrel full of fake hundreds. Rowan smiled up to him. "See, I knew you were right."

And right then and there, Jerry's loyalties switched. He'd never give her up to McGarrett again.

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God fucking damn it. She had been right. Steve had taken the name he had gotten from Rowan's file and given it to his friends over at the MI6 office.

What he got back was a redacted version of the file on Rowan's phone, but enough to prove that the man in the Palace's basement really was William Corrigan, and that he hadn't been trying to defraud the States and ruin their economy, but was instead funding a war against his own country. It also begged the questions… how had Rowan gotten an unredacted version of a file Steve couldn't get?

But she was off picking up Jerry from the hospital, and knowing how Jerry liked to talk people's ears off, she'd most likely be there for the next couple of hours. At least he'd know she was somewhere safe, not plotting the next nightmare inducing stunt against him.

Steve opened the door to the dungeon they were holding Farrow/Corrigan in and was immediately met with a very unhappy citizen.

"I should press charges. Your friends broke into my house… coated it with fake blood… and that girl you were kissing… she brought a gun…"

"That girl I was kissing… is not allowed near fire-arms everyone on the island knows that, even the people on her app. And she gave me the file she had on her phone. Only had to look up the name she had to get the proper one," Steve said showing it to him. "Major William Corrigan, Former British Special forces, court-martialed in 2004 for excessive force in combat, never showed up for the trial, instead you disappeared. And here you are, living in Hawaii under a false identity and counterfeiting money to stay afloat."

Farrow was silent and Steve smiled. "Yeah, extradition order just came in. We'll be transferring you into the very capable hands of the MI6 in a few short hours."

"Bravo Commander, a civilian and a crack pot did your job for you," he growled to him.

"Wow… it must really being killing you," Steve said with a laugh. "Taken down by that button pushing waste of space."

Farrow's mouth twisted into an ugly scowl and Steve couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Yeah, see, Rowan… she wouldn't have given a shit about you… she wouldn't have cared at all, probably would have let you counterfeit your money to your heart's content, but uh… you see… you pissed her off. You pissed her off by taking Jerry, which meant she dedicated all that anger to finding all the best ways to hit you. You basically made her your own worst nightmare," Steve said.

The door buzzed again and Steve turned, he had been letting Danny run background to figure out where Farrow had hidden the money that must have been him coming to tell them that he had found it. Steve had not been expecting Jerry.

Jerry stormed into the room, right up to Farrow and then tucked a stack of hundreds into his now-wrinkled vest snarling: "Check mate."

They glared at one another and after a moment of charged silence Jerry picked the stack back up and stormed off. Steve followed him out, content to let Farrow/Corrigan stew and found that Rowan and Jerry were out there waiting for him.

"Money's upstairs," she said. "All of it."

Oh, well, that wasn't worrying. Steve turned to Jerry who was all grins and said softly: "Can you give us a minute?"

"You're not gonna yell at her, are you?" Jerry asked.

Steve shook his head but only with Rowan's okay did he leave her there with him. Steve turned to Rowan who was leaning on the wall across from him looking so fucking fine in those suede boots and skirt combo. It should have been illegal to look that good. "So, who found it, Jerry's researching or…?"

"I made the mistake of walking in on a few IRA guys trying to move all of Jerry's stuff out of his basement this morning," she said to him. "They gave me information and in return I didn't tell Wo Fat they pulled their guns on me."

Steve's blood ran cold and Rowan turned to look up at him that iceness in her eyes again. "So no… still not dreaming right."

"Rowan…"

"I know I said I wasn't going to ask for help anymore but I put people on the Farrow and Jerry situation before that promise. So, when they messaged this morning to report suspicious circumstances, I went to check it out. And then you know… my phone picked up the gunshot… and the screaming and it put out an alert. He called to make sure I was okay. I asked him to look into where Corrigan would hide the money and he got me a location before I went to pick up Jerry from the hospital. Oh! And I sent him a lot of funnily posed pictures of me covered in fake blood. He too did not find it funny."

She pulled up a picture of her pretending to be dead in the driver's seat of her car. Great now he was going to have to help her get fake blood out of the interior of her classic muscle car and he was going to have nightmares about her dead in her car. She took in Steve's frown and she frowned too. "Kay… I get it… I'm not funny…" she whispered. And then muttered to herself: "Trevor and Sarah would have laughed."

"You promised me Rowan. You promised me. And not even after a full day you've broken that promise."

"He had Jerry, Steven. He was going to make Jerry look crazy!"

"And the money?"

"It was either I get it or Wo Fat takes it. Which would you rather?"

Oh. She had him there. Steve narrowed his eyes at her. "Last time I promise," she said to him. "Unless there's a real emergency."

"Mhmm…" he said knowing she was forgiven already.

"Could I maybe… just… just for a second?" she asked pointing the door Farrow/Corrigan was behind and Steve obliged her by buzzing it open for her.

She quickly opened the door just a crack and stuck her head in to grin at him. "Oh, good news, I relayed the take her down with one blow comment, along with all the comments about how he's weak and whipped and Wo is really looking forward to having a little chat about it. We also had a chat about why you pointed a gun at me but silly me, I might have forgotten to tell him it was loaded with blanks… be sure to remember to mention that to him when you see him."

She then shut the door behind her and turned that dazzling, stone cold smile up to Steve. "You told Wo…"

"Of course not," she said. "He'd be dead by now if I did. But it'll be fun to let him think I told him," she said that wicked grin and ice blue eyes staring up at him. When he didn't smile back her grin faded. "Last time I promise."

Yeah, he had heard that before.

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Steve stood in front of the mirror fixing the collar of his leather jacket up all while making sure the tight black skinny jeans were sitting on him right so it didn't look like he had a giant boner. He was glad Rowan let him pick the costumes, because he thought they'd make a great Danny and Sandy from Grease. She may not have gotten the blonde wig but he knew she had teased and permed her own hair into a bushy red and blonde version of Sandy's. So, while he wasn't too happy to be going to a party this late at night, even if it was with his Five-0 friend's, he was happy that she had been happy with his choice. Even if he had to be matchy-matchy with Rowan. He hated matching couples, but if it put a smile on Rowan's face and it was only ever now and then, he was okay with it.

"Okay, so I need your help," Rowan called from the washroom and Steve sighed. She had purposely kicked him out of the washroom because he had this habit of getting way past turned on while they were getting ready and fucking her against his sink. Which, she enjoyed, he knew that, she told him that, but she also wanted them to be on time for this party.

"Yeah? What's up?"

She opened the door and came out in a skin tight pair of black shiny leather pants and that off shoulder black corseted like shirt. Steve could barely breathe, he could see everything outlined on her body. "Okay so this is the first version, which you know, obviously is the sexy version… I need to know if I should wear this one, or the normal one which is skin tight but not like, fully skin tight cause I like can't breathe in this one really but does that matter…"

Steve had snatched her up before she even finished the sentence. Crushing her to his chest and urgently devouring her blood red lips. Rowan pressed into the motion, hopping up off of the ground so Steve could pick her up and take her to the bed. Which he did.

He threw her down easily causing her to laugh as he jumped on top of her.

"You can't wear that to the party. This… this is all for me…" he said to her as he kissed her again, already attempting to pull down that skin tight leather legging to get at the bits of her he loved most. The wet, warm inviting lips that were oh so ready for him and didn't need the fingers he had plying the opening but got them anyway.

Rowan moaned under him, her hips raising into the motion and he kissed her deeper, harder, his tongue exploring her like he didn't already know every inch of her.

"We're going to be late," she whispered huskily to him but Steve was too far gone to care about time constraints.

"Then you should have thought about it before you came out in this…" he whispered and she smiled into his next kiss and her hands slipped to his own tight black jeans to get him ready for her.

When he finally managed to slid into her, it was like sliding into home. They slipped into those familiar rhythms and Steve clung to her, desperate to feel every inch of her under him and against him. Needing her, in that moment, more than he needed the air to breathe. His Sexy Little Sandy his perfect match.