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A/N: Happy Monday! So I've made the executive decision to actually not post anything special for 150th chapter. I think I'm going to save it for 200, cause we just did a special chapter and I think you guys would rather move through the plot then get random chapters of spoiler right now. If you don't think that LET ME KNOW! Alrightie-then, moving on. This here is the "alternate drugged out reality" episode… I worked really hard on this, and there are some cute little surprises in this set of chapters… and some really dark things going on. A relationship is not going to survive this set of chapters okay? You need to know that.

So you guys now, if you see: DS-DS-DS-DS in the chapter then that means that Steve is ENTERING the DREAM SCAPE. When you see RR-RR-RR-RR Steve is RENTERING REALITY. If the RR-RR-RR-RR is combined with H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O then that means it's REALITY but SOMEONE ELSE'S POV.

Okay. Hope that helps! This chapter's a little shorter than the others but a lot happens. AND we're starting off already in the dream scape okay? That's where we are right now in case you're confused. Don't forget to review and I'll see you guys on Wednesday!

P.S. AJ and AlexLover are both back! YAY! I missed you guys and I'm Glad you enjoyed the last chapters! Can't wait to hear from you again!

Chapter 142

The truck rolled through the jungle terrain easily. The whole convoy was moving at a good pace. Steve was already interrogating Anton Hess. Screw waiting until he got to secure compound, he was four days late on returning to Victoria and he had a very grumpy wife who was waiting for him. A very grumpy, beautiful wife that he loved more than anything and he couldn't wait to see.

"You're gonna tell us everything. Every terrorist cell you and Victor helped arm, every supplier you worked with all your trafficking associates, everyone you've ever sold weapons to."

Anton merely stared at him with his cold blue eyes. A smug sort of look on his face.

"Chasing my brother and I around the world for five years, like a little doggy looking for a bone. I bet the wife didn't like that," he said. The Hesse's had met his wife once a very long time ago… and in both instances in which they had to deal with her it had not ended well for either of them. But it was because of that first mission that put the Hesse brothers on his radar in the first place, that he had met his wife, so he couldn't really regret the whole thing. Even though he'd rather have met her under different circumstances that involved having to rescue her out of a Colombian jungle.

Steve's eyes narrowed at the implied threat but his wife was on a Naval Base in Victoria at that very moment… okay not true, but she was living twenty minutes from one. And if Joe White, or his CO thought her threatened, they would have gone in to get her, he would have been notified. Okay, maybe he wouldn't have been notified, given his track record with going AWOL to get to her in her times of need. No… his wife was fine… he knew she was fine…

Steve just smiled at Anton to mask the increasing worry, his fingers itched to pick up his phone, maybe they could stop the convoy to let him call, cause he sure as hell wasn't going to do it in front of Anton, but he knew he was going to have to wait until they made it to the holding facilities to call her.

"You didn't think we'd do our homework on you?" he asked.

His phone started to ring and panic hit him. But when he pulled it out it wasn't Rowan's number calling him, it was his dad.

"You should get that," Anton said. "You don't speak to your father nearly enough."

Oh god. No.

Steve answered it. "Dad."

"Hey, champ," his dad said. What, his dad never called him champ.

"You alright?" he asked cause he knew that he probably wasn't.

"Who are these people, Steve?"

No. No. NO!

"Now I know where you get it from. You got a tough old man here."

Fucking Victor Hesse. Couldn't fucking get at Steve's wife so he went after his dad. Fuck, Steve never even thought his dad was in danger. His wife, sure, she was always getting into something, but his dad, no.

Steve motioned for a pad of paper and a pen and was handed one immediately. He wrote down his father's address with a note for someone to send HPD there ASAP.

"I'm offering you a trade. Your father for my brother," Victor said.

"Come on, Victor, you know how this works," Steve said. "We don't negotiate with terrorists."

"Aw… and would you say the same thing if it was your wife we had?" Victor asked. "I'm sure she'd love to come to Hawaii, meet your dad, she still owes me some… fun…"

Steve hastily added: "And send VPD to my wife," to the list of the things that needed to be done.

"You're not going to touch her, not unless you wanna lose another chunk of yourself to her. And you're not going to hurt my father. Because if you kill him you get nothing."

"Give me the phone," Steve heard his father say. "Please. I can get him to help you. He'll listen to me. He's my son."

Listen to him? What the hell? But… like… Steve didn't listen to anyone. How hard had his dad been hit?

The phone was put to his hear and Steve could hear his dad's fear in each panting breath he took. "Listen to me, champ," he said. There was that goddamn champ again. He had never called him Champ before in his life and now it was twice in one day.

"Dad, I'm gonna get you out of there, alright? Don't you worry about it," he said.

"I love you, son."

Oh god that was worse. His dad rarely said those words to him. To be fair Steve also rarely called his dad.

"I didn't say it enough. Whatever these people want, Steve, don't give it to them. Don't you give it to them!"

His dad was abruptly cut off, Steve heard the yelp of pain and fear hit him. They were beating his father? "Dad?" he called and got no answer. "DAD!"

"No more games! I'm taking my brother now!" Victor shouted and that was when the helicopter appeared and the truck in front of them blew up.

A small tactical team rappelled out of the helicopter, shooting down the marines that were left. Steve knew he had to get Anton out of there, so he got him through the roof of the Humvee and forced him to jump off. But as Steve fended off the tactical team, Anton tried to escape making Steve chase after him.

He slid to a nearby body of a marine, pulling the gun out of his holster.

"No, don't. Don't do it, put the gun down."

But Anton didn't listen, he turned, gun drawn, aiming it right at Steve and Steve had no choice but to shoot him before Anton shot him first.

Problem was, Steve had done his job too well, because Anton went down. And he was bleeding. Badly. Despite Steve trying, despite Steve putting pressure on the bullet wound Anton died underneath his hands.

And if Victor found out his father would be dead.

His phone rang again and Steve picked up despite knowing what Victor was going to want and not having a plan.

"Put Anton on the phone." But Steve couldn't do that for him. "My brother's dead, isn't he?"

"Victor, listen…" "Isn't he?" he thundered and Steve went quiet again. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to help his dad. Where was HPD?

"Then so is your father!"

Steve heard the gun shot, a ragged cry of no escaped him and then he heard the other gunshots that that followed. Why were there other gunshots? There should have only been one. He waited to hear anything else, if anything just to hear Victor Hess but he got someone else.

"Commander McGarrett?"

"Hello?" Steve asked cautiously. "Is my father dead?"

"No, he's alive and he's gonna be fine," the voice told him and Steve let out his breath in relief.

"Who am I talking to?"

"This is Detective Danny Williams…"

"Thank you, Detective Williams, Can I speak to my father, please?"

"Yeah, of course, John?"

And then it was his father on the phone again. "Hello Son."

Steve half smiled. "Dad."

RR-RR-RR-RR

Everything went hazy for a moment and when Steve opened up his eyes he was in an all white room. He didn't know where he was, or what was happening. But his shoulder hurt, he was barefoot and bleeding. There were halogen lights buzzing above him and no fucking door.

He pounded on the walls but there was no sound, no give, and no one answered him

Steve wanted his wife. He wanted his dad. He just wanted to go home.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Steve hadn't shown up to their sting operation. That was clue number one that something was wrong. It wasn't like him to be late to something this important. And then Danny got the call and the mystery was solved.

Steve's Marquis had been found abandoned, riddled with bullets, windows shot out somewhere in the downtown center. When Danny got there, with Kono, Chin and Grover they had all rushed to the car. There was blood spatter, his phone was left behind and had a bunch of missed calls from Danny and Rowan, and there was a box of malasadas upturned on the ground beside two empty cups of what should have been one coffee and one tea. And a few feet away was a set of tire tracks. Steve had been taken.

And after that was confirmed there was really only one place Danny could think to go to get answers.

He burst into Steve's place and found Rowan in the kitchen with a mug of tea in her hand and a mug of coffee sitting abandoned beside her, clearly meant for Steven. She smiled thinly at him clearly not in a good mood.

"How was your sting op? Did Sang Min help you get the guy?"

"Yes, he did," he said quickly. He was ready to hit her with all the questions when he noticed that she was staring at the door with a narrowed look.

"Where's Steven? He send you in first to see if I'm in a good mood or not? Let me answer that for you… I am not," she snapped at him and Danny paused. Oh, oh no. That was not good.

"He's not with you?" Danny asked. He had so hoped that Steve had gotten free and come straight to her. Which was clearly not what happened.

"With me?" Rowan echoed. "Course not… when he didn't come back with the Malasadas, he promised me, I figured it was cause he was on a case. You guys did have that sting op this morning… right? Isn't that where he went?"

"So, he's not here?"

"No… he's not… is he not with you?"

"Okay, I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you, I was hoping he came home," Danny said and suddenly Rowan wasn't smiling anymore.

"We uh… we found the Marquis downtown. It was uh… shot up… glass smashed. Blood in the car."

Rowan shook her head. "No."

"Okay let's calm down here. It wasn't a lot of blood, so he's not fatally wounded…"

"No… see… no, none of that has happened. It can't have. You're wrong."

"Okay what are you talking about? Rowan… what do you mean we're wrong, how would you know?"

"Because he promised me!" she shouted slamming her hands down on the counter "He promised!"

"Who promised?" Danny asked even though he had a sneaking suspicious who would have promised Rowan not to grab Steve. But the poor girl was already holding her head in her hands, a frantic look about her face as her fingers combed through her hair.

"Oh god… I can't… he wouldn't… what do I do…"

"Rowan…." He asked carefully.

"I can't remember?! I had it, I was dreaming it, but it wasn't supposed to happen and now I don't know!"

She sounded so frantic and so upset. Okay, maybe she didn't know about this beforehand, maybe she wasn't a part of this.

"Rowan do you know who grabbed him?"

She turned those big blue eyes on him. All wide and filled with horror. "I can't… I haven't been dreaming right…"

"It's okay, okay, we're looking for him," Danny assured her. "I promise, okay? We're going to find him, I'm going to keep you posted. But you have to promise to keep us posted too? Okay? Any dreams, any app info, you gotta keep us in the loop."

Rowan nodded she let Danny leave and Danny amazed himself by actually leaving the house… even though he was 100% certain that she was lying to him.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Steve must have pounded on the walls for a solid half hour straight before the lights went out and a projector whirled to life. It was a home video of him and his father, and Mary and his mother on the beach when they were children. He had just found a sea shell and he was so excited to show it to his dad, his mom, his sister.

And then the lights flicked back on and a smoke drifted out of the vents. Fuck they were going to poison him. This was a gas chamber!

Peeling off the blue shirt his wife liked so much she slid to the walls and trying to block his mouth and nose, but it didn't work. Steve took in too much of it, and coughed himself into unconsciousness. As he lay on the floor, he saw a door slide open and someone walk in in an airtight suit towards him.

These were the people who took him. He didn't even know what they wanted from him, but he figured he was going to find out. But not right at that moment because his eyes were sliding shut and already, already he was back to dreaming. Again.