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A/N: Alright guys, Happy Humpday! In this chapter we get to find out who Steve's dream wife is, and I doubt any of you will be surprised. BUT I do have a surprise for you guys that I think you'll like! We officially hit 100 likes for this story, it took a long time, but I guess I upset some of my readers with all the angst… but oh well. We are sitting at 100 likes so to reward you guys for being such GREAT readers I'mma do a….. 7 DAY MARATHON! YAY! This could not come at a better time, because the document I have the running story in right now just told me it's too long to continuously edit. So this should help! The seven updates in a Row should help us with get through the rest of the angst too so at least you guys won't have to wait for those updates! KK, don't forget to leave me a review and I'll see you guys tomorrow! Just so you guys now we're starting off in the Dream scape again!

Chapter 143

Steve flew all the way to Hawaii to see his dad. It had been a long time since he had been there. He had tried to call his wife and gotten her voice mail a bunch of times, which would have worried him if he didn't know that his wife was with his sister, Mary and her brother, Trevor. Besides, he had called Joe White and he had said that his wife was fine and reminded him that if there really was an issue, her brother, Trevor, would have called by now and since he hadn't Steve was okay with leaving voicemails until he got a hold of her. At least for now, Steve could only go so long without hearing her voice and seeing her face.

He climbed up the steps of the HPD head office, with his hat under his arm, trying not to remember that the last time he had been in this suit he had married his wife, and then he had let her peel it off of him. Thoughts like that wouldn't help him, not before seeing his father for the first time in years. But, by God, did she love his dress blues, she would have liked them better if they were actually blue but she liked them anyway.

At the top of the stairs a man in all purple golf gear was yelling at Duke over golf clubs and while Steve watched the world went a little staticky, a little bright until he forced himself to look away until Duke was done.

"Commander? Can I help you?" Duke asked brushing off the giant in purple.

"Yes, I'm Commander McGarrett, I'm looking for my father," he said as if Duke didn't know him. And maybe he didn't? Did he? Wait? What?

"Commander McGarrett, aloha," someone said and Steve turned. A shorter blonde man in a black Hawaiian shirt with orange flowers all over it was smiling up at him. Steve sort of recognize the voice but he didn't recognize the person. HE felt like their clothes were… off… like he was supposed to be wearing a suit too, a suit and a tie… but that was silly, who'd wear tie every day in Hawaii? Steve shook his hand anyway.

"Detective Williams. We spoke on the phone. It's nice to see you."

"Yes, thank you," Steve said quickly.

"Oh, no, that's not necessary, and mahalo for that tip you phoned in. Had you not called us twenty minutes before about your suspicions we wouldn't have been ready to be wheels up when it was confirmed."

"Wait... Tip? Suspicions?" Steve echoed Williams was moving on.

"We say Mahalo around here, don't we Duke?" he asked. "Did I say it right?"

Duke nodded behind him. Okay, Steve needed to just see his dad now, that was what he needed "Mahalo," he repeated. "Okay, can I see my dad now?"

"Of course, of course. He's in a debrief with the captain. Come on," he said taking Steve's arm in a vice grip and leading him to the office. Danny didn't even bother to knock he just let himself in.

"Hey Cap," he said waving to him. And Steve followed in after them and froze.

He could clearly see his father sitting in front of the desk, and on the other side of the desk, the police captain, Chin Ho Kelly sat there smiling at them. Wait a second… that wasn't right either, was it?

But Steve was frozen for a different reason, because when his dad turned around, so did someone else. Someone he thought he left in a different country, but he recognized that mop of red blonde hair and those stunning blue eyes anywhere.

"Ro?"

"Steve!" she cried jumping out of her seat and into his arms. Steve was more than ready to accept her body flying towards his. It took nothing to wrap his arms around his wife's frame, holding her tightly to his chest. So glad that she was okay, even more glad that she was there.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Well Joe White called after what happened with your dad," she mumbled against his chest. "I figured Mary and I needed to come down and help out. We are family after all."

She pulled her head out of his chest to smile at him and he bent down to kiss her, he didn't even care that his dad was watching. Oh no… his dad… this could be problematic. He had never actually told his father anything… about anything involving Rowan.

He let go of Rowan to let his dad pull him into a hug. His dad's face looked a little bloodied but other than that he was perfectly fine.

"Welcome home, son," he said and Steve smiled, okay maybe he wasn't going to get the lecture yet.

"You alright?"

"Oh yeah, this was nothing," he waved off and then turned back to the Captain. "Steve, uh, I want you to meet Captain Kelly."

Didn't Steve already know him? He turned to shake Chin's hand. "Commander," he said cordially.

"How do you do," Steve answered, because clearly, he was wrong and he didn't know Chin Ho Kelly like he thought he did.

"He was a trainee under me and I'm proud to say he's going to be the next chief of police."

"What can I say? I learned from the best."

Steve reached out and tugged Rowan to his side where she belonged, immediately she had an arm around his waist and her head tucked under his arm. They had been separated for so long and there were so many things he wanted to do, none of which he could do in a police station in front of his father. So, he settled for just having her beside him. And with the way his heart was beating in his chest he already knew that it was more than enough.

"You've got a nice girl there, Steven," his dad said focusing his eyes on the image of his son with his arm around his wife. "Would have been nice if you told me about her… especially that you married her."

Rowan turned her eyes to him. "I was also quite surprised to find out you hadn't told him… or that he didn't know I existed."

Steve's eyes darted between his father and his wife. "Uh… well… I've been on active duty for two years..."

"Yes… Joe White told me. As punishment for going AWOL," his father said sternly clearly disappointed.

"She was dying. She needed me," Steve growled between grit teeth, his fingers tightening, digging into Rowan's side. Rowan just had to put a hand to his chest and already he was a tad bit more relaxed. She had that effect on him.

"Yes, Joe White also told me that too. Except neither you nor him mentioned you married her and you failed to mention you had anyone special in your life.."

"Well… to be fair, it wasn't really a wedding. Got married in a Naval office, by a Naval Judge, and then an hour later he was sailing away, so like… you didn't really miss much."

Okay so it wasn't a picture-perfect white wedding, she wasn't in a white gown, she was actually in all black as she had stood with him as he got tried for going AWOL. She had been shot days before, her arm was in a sling, and he had literally just been in that court to be court martialled not a half hour before but it was how they got married and Steve hadn't minded. It wasn't the first hint Rowan had dropped about her not quite liking how they had gotten married and wanting a real wedding and she was going to get it... now that he was off active duty and he could take the time to properly marry her.

But it was when she turned her perfectly beautiful little face up to him and said: "Not sure why didn't at least tell you we were dating. Are you embarrassed of me Steven?" that he lost it.

"What? No! No, I just didn't… I barely talk to the man Ro!" he cried before turning to his face to everyone around them. He was starting to hyperventilate. This needed to not be a thing right now. "Okay… can we uh… can we do this at home?" he asked and both of them nodded. "Uh… where's Victor Hesse?"

"He's uh… he's at lock down at the hospital," Williams told him and then turned to Rowan. "And I am a really, really big fan of your... uh… skating."

It wasn't that often that people recognized his wife for her figure skating career, and no one ever used to recognize her for her singing one, until her ex, Alex Lockman of the Doctors had pulled her in for vocals and then kept her on without telling her. It had worked to their advantage of course, a tour to promote the album that song would appear on got him and Rowan together last, and helped tide him over for the last leg of his enforced active duty. Still he was always very, very proud when someone recognized his wife, she deserved fame, she was an amazing singer and an even more amazing skater. She always acted so humble about it, but he bragged about her all the time.

Rowan smiled to him. "Oh, thank you."

"Your last Olympic routine it was just… breath-taking… do you think you'll go back?"

Rowan glanced up to Steve and then shook her head. "No, that chapter of my life has closed and I'm moving onto better things."

It was no secret between them that she had quit skating because of him, he felt like she might resent him for it but she didn't think she would and called him crazy whenever he insinuated that she might.

"Yes, my daughter loves your newest single. She'd uh, she'd love…" he said offering her paper. Rowan immediately took it to sign for him.

"Of course, what's your daughter's name?"

"It's Grace."

Steve smiled as he watched his lovely famous wife sign her name to a piece of paper. Steve loved Rowan's new single too. Cheap Thrills had been a song she wrote for him, and sung to him at a benefit. It had been the last time he had seen her in person, the last time he had been between her legs, what four months ago now?

Once the paper was signed Steve got Williams' attention again. "Did Victor say anything?"

"Well, as per your request, we're leaving that to you."

His dad took that in. "Steve what's going on?" he asked.

Steve looked at all the faces and then said: "The only people who knew was transporting his brother were the men in my detail. Alright? There was no way that Victor could have found out not unless he had help."

He let all of them take that in, he tucked Rowan back to his side where she belonged and then found himself looking out the window again where everything suddenly things got very, very bright.

RR-RR-RR-RR

The brightness subsided and suddenly Steve was looking at another hanging halogen light. He was in a different room, a supply closet by the looks of it. He was soaking wet and strapped to a wooden chair by leather cuffs. That… that didn't bode well for him.

A black woman came in wearing an interesting leather get up. Was this a dominatrix thing? Because he was married, and he liked being the one to pin her down… not the other way around. Though he also did love it when she got on top of him and took control… just you know, without tying him down to something.

Steve watched her, as she ignored him to take an overturned bucket and prop a bag full of god knows what onto it. She took a flashlight out of it and flashed it into his eyes, god was she a doctor or something?

"Who are you?"

He got no answer. She went back into her back and came back with a bar of… something. "Eat this," she ordered and that was it. When he just glared at her she added: "With the chemicals we're giving you, you're going to need to keep your blood sugar up."

He looked her up and down and then begrudgingly took a bit. How wonderful his favourite candy bar, how had they known?

And then he spit it out at her. She wiped some of the spittle off of her and then just glared at him. Steve couldn't have cared less.

"You gonna tell me what the hell is going on here?" he asked but she ignored him. "What do you want? What do you want from me?"

She walked around him to something behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw… bags? IV bags? Filled with… I unno Coca-Cola or some bullshit. What the hell was that stuff?

"What have I done to you?" he asked. Still no answer. But the bags began to bubble. "What are you doing?"

He got no answer and he switched tactics.

"I'm a cop, you know that?" he asked. He glanced down and spotted something in his arm. There was an IV IN HIS ARM?! Why the hell hadn't he noticed that before? Why hadn't he noticed? Shit… god. The fluid… already he was getting fuzzy. "I'm a cop. They're gonna… he's going to come… looking for me."

Everything distorted. And just like that he was dreaming again.

DS-DS-DS-DS

Steve and Rowan were hand in hand as they walked down the stairs towards the car Detective William's was going to drive him to the hospital in.

"A white Camaro, nice," Rowan said. Mmmm if his baby needed him to buy a car like that to be happy, he wouldn't complain.

He leant in to kiss her quickly. He wanted to do more than that but he couldn't at that moment. "You'll be okay with my dad?" he asked. Rowan just nodded. "Kay, I love you, I'll see you at home, I'll bring you malasadas, trust me you'll… you'll love 'em."

Rowan looked down to her stomach and put her hand to it before shaking her head. "Naw I'm putting on too much as is, so I'll pass."

Steve made a big show of looking her over. She was wearing a pair of dark denim jean shorts and the grey sweater that was supposed to be his but he loved so much on her he just let her have it. He especially liked the way the sleeves covered her hands. She looked partly like she had fallen out of bed, and partly sultry like she had done it purposely. She had put on a few pounds since he had last seen her four months ago but he didn't care, he still found her absolutely beautiful.

"Naw, baby, you looking as fine as always," he said encouraging her to do a little spin for him. Oh, he loved his baby in her black leggings but there was something about her in jean shorts that got his blood pumping. Damn.

She smiled happily and he added: "But you know, if you're worried, we can always start going for runs together. That would be fun, right? Something we can do together?"

And just like that, Rowan wasn't smiling anymore. In fact, she was frowning. "Are you calling me fat?"

Steve's eyes crinkled in surprise. No, he hadn't been. Had she had never been so mood before so why was she being moody now? "Babe… no… I was just saying…"

"What that I need to go running with you because I'm getting too fat? Is that it? I'm not good enough if I put on a little bit of weight?"

"What the… No! Rowan… you said you were worried! I think you look fine."

"Wow! Just… wow. Thanks a lot Steve," she snapped storming away and Steve sighed not sure what was happening right now, just that that wasn't normal.

His father pulled him aside and told him not to worried. She had been sick that morning, had thrown up after breakfast, he figured her out of sorts after the flight, or maybe she had a cold. Maybe but she had flown many a times and she had been fine… actually he didn't know if she was fine, he had never flown with her before. He had been on a destroyer with her, and she did not do well with being on the ocean, did she fly bad too? He'd have to figure it out. Instead of chasing after her like he wanted to, he said good-bye to his father and then got into the passenger seat of the white Camaro, which felt strange to him but he let it happen.

Luckily Williams was quiet, until they stopped at a red light and he clocked Steve looking at a homeless man. The big guy with the mounds of shoulder length curly hair was twitching and mumbling about people watching and telling them to stop. Why did Steve think his name was Jerry?

"Well I guess if you're gonna be homeless, this is the place to be, right?" Williams asked after letting Steve watch him for a while.

"I guess so," he agreed and then they were on the move again.

Love is in the air. Everywhere we're going…

Steve glanced to Williams who was taking his phone out of his pocket. "Excuse me" he said before answering it and talking happily to the other person on the other end.

"Hey, baby doll, I'm kinda in the middle of something can I call you back? Yeah? Love you too, talk to you in a bit," and then Williams hung up the phone.

Wow, must be nice. He had been in his wife's presence for all of twenty minutes, got a hug, a kiss and then apparently pissed her off.

"I take it you're married?" Steve asked.

Williams broke out in a big grin. "Yes, yes, very, very married," he said happily. "I got lucky. Pretty much the greatest woman on the planet."

"Right on. That's something."

His woman was great too… usually… maybe they were only good over the phone. In which case their relationship was gonna take a terrible turn for the worse now that he was off active duty and fixing to come home. Home being, of course, anywhere Rowan was.

"What's her name?"

"Rachel."

God that didn't sound right either. Why was he thinking Williams' wife name might be Amber… or Melissa, though that didn't sound right either.

"You got kids?"

"Yeah, I do. One little girl. Grace," he said with a proud grin creeping up onto his face. Now that did sound right. Steve wondered if he and Rowan would ever manage to have kids. He would love to. Would love to be father to a pair of boys, maybe a little girl in there, with her eyes and his hair. That would be a killer combo, prettiest kids on the planet. But every parent thought that right?

"But enough about me, huh, what about you?" he asked. "Rowan Pierce. The Rowan Pierce. That's just… wow… how did you land her?"

Steve tried no to smile a little too proudly, he had landed quite the catch and sometimes he couldn't believe it either.

"Uh… yeah… I was there when she fell," he said. "Kind of a love at first sight kind of thing."

"When she fell?"

"Yeah… she was hiding up in a tree and she fell out of it and uh… onto me," he repeated.

"So, you're the Seal who found her when she went missing out in Columbia? I thought I recognized the name," he asked. "My family and I were watching that story like a hawk."

"Yeah, I'm the Seal who found her."

"That's just amazing. What's it like? Being with her? Is she down to earth? She seems real sweet but uh… I bet she can be a bit mean, huh? A bit of a diva?"

Steve thought back to the scene outside the hospital. "No… she's not usually a diva," he whispered. "She's… you know… she's nothing like you'd think she'd be… she's just... you know… perfect?"

"No shit huh?" he said and then turned away a big grin on his face. "Rowan fucking Pierce, my daughter's gonna flip."

Yeah. If he managed to get Rowan to calm down, he'd flip too.

DS-DS-DS-DS

Steve and Williams got to the hospital and Steve was having a hard time concentrating. Between the woman at the counter who seemed familiar and was looking for her fiancé Josh to the commercial on the TV where a surfer named Kono was advertising for a lip balm… who also looked very familiar… Steve could barely concentrate on Hesse.

Williams unplugged the TV and Hesse sneered at them.

"I was enjoying that."

"I'm glad you were enjoying it, because that's probably the closest you will ever be to a pretty woman for the rest of your life," Williams shot back.

Hesse merely scoffed. "You underestimate my resources, detective," he snarled. "You'd be surprised what a man can do with the right friends in the right places."

"Well, that's why we're here. To talk about one of those friends."

"Specifically, the man who ordered you to kill my father," Steve added.

Hesse seemed to think about it for a second before saying: "Maybe I came up with that on my own. Maybe… when your pretty little wife got away from us in Victoria, I decided I wanted to bury your father just because well… that's better than nothing. I hear little Rowan Pierce is on the island. You sure you two are married? She sure as hell didn't want to take you name then."

Steve's lip curled. Rowan was married to him. He had gone with her personally to make sure the damn licence got filed when he found out she had held off because she thought she had forced him to marry her. She had not. And there was no way that Rowan had been taken on Victoria because someone would have told them… or would they?

After going AWOL to rescue her that one time… maybe they wouldn't… it definitely wouldn't have been smart to tell him.

Steve wasn't going to let that get to him though because that's what Hess wanted. "Right. Yeah, you see, I know you loved your brother, but I also know that you didn't come up with that all by yourself. You got entry into this country. You got our comm links, you got my extraction route. That came with a price and that was my father's murder, right?"

Hesse was not going to answer though. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid I won't answer any questions until I've retained counsel," he said and then he smirked up at Steve. "Or unless you want to let your little wife ride me for a bit. That's a fair trade, I never did get my money's worth did I?"

"Okay, now you've gone too far," Williams said. "What does this do?"

And then he ripped the IV out of Hesse's arm. Hesse immediately cried out the machines around him began to beep unnecessarily loud.

"What are you doing? You can't do that!"

"He's right you can't do that," Steve told him but Williams didn't care.

"No, you see, I can do that. Right? Because Bono here is not a US citizen. And that means he is not subject to our constitutional protections."

Steve immediately pulled this crazy cop aside. "Listen, you are incorrect. Okay? He's been arrested on US soil. He's allowed those rights. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that," Williams said. "Now lock the door."

"Lock the door?" Steve echoed. "What?"

"Never mind," he said sensing that Steve was going to be absolutely useless in this manner. He pulled out his gun, pulled the pillow out from behind Hesse and then used it to mask the gunshot as he shot Hesse in the leg.

He then took the pillow and shoved it into Hesse's face as he started to scream. The door flew open and the doctor came in, a skinny looking Asian guy who looked like he should be wearing glasses… and be in the morgue. Though how one could look like that Steve was having a hard time understanding.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't be rude, we're trying to have a conversation here!" Williams cried to him, he then turned to Steve and said: "Hold this pillow, would you? Do me a favour." Steve took his place, though he wasn't sure why he did and followed the Doctor out into the hall. "Also, while you're out there can you tell the coroner to get a table ready?"

Williams locked the door and then came over as Steve glared at him. "Okay, stop, stop. What kind of cop are you?"

"The kind of cop that gets things done. Excuse me," he said as he removed the pillow. He smiled down to Hesse as if he hadn't just shot him in the leg. "Hey. Hey, look at me. Right here. Look at me, right here."

He kept snapping in Hesse's face, he kept tapping his cheeks and then pointing into his own face. But Steve was done, he dragged Williams away from him.

"Okay, that's it, enough."

"Enough? No. no. It is not enough. You told me that man is a terrorist, and he seems awfully interested in Rowan Pierce, who is the greatest gift to ice skating since Michelle Kwan. If he was talking about my wife the way he was talking about yours that bullet would have been in his head."

And then just like that he turned around and shot Hess in the other leg.

Hess started screaming again, Steve stood there in a stupor and Williams cried out: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't ask you the question this time. My bad."

There came a knock on the door and Steve went to get it but Williams stopped him. "Hey, hey, no. Don't unlock the door. Do not unlock that door. If you don't like what I'm doing, you can wait in the toilet, okay?" he said. Steve ran his hands over his face. "This man, he tried to execute your father yesterday, and he's just inferred that he would have done it to your wife if he could have gotten her instead and then flat out asked you to let her fuck him. Alright? Now I would have slapped him for less and I don't think he's gonna talk without a little friendly persuasion."

The knocking and banging continued and Williams called out: "Hey give us a minute, please!"

He then turned back to Steve. Steve turned to Hesse, remembering all the nightmares he had of the things Hesse had once told him he wanted to do to Rowan. All these terrible, terrible things he couldn't get out of his head. HE thought about how much eh loved her, how afraid he had been when he heard that Hesse was at his father's house.

"Do what you gotta do."

Williams went straight to Hesse who was miraculously ready to talk. "I'll tell you what you want to know."

"Who told you about my op?"

"If I tell you you're gonna wish I hadn't," he warned but Steve didn't care.

"Yeah? I'll take that chance. Who told you about my op?"

But before Hesse could tell him that whiteness took over in three bright pulsing blasts and just like that he wasn't dreaming anymore

RR-RR-RR-RR

When the brightness subsided and Steve stopped grunting and crying out in pain, he tilted his head back to try to breathe right. To try and stop his eyes from swimming. God this was starting to really, really hurt, maybe he should have eaten that chocolate bar she gave him. Through squinting eyes, he managed to watch someone walk into the room.

Steve's eyes cleared and he could see who was standing in front of him he couldn't help but just laugh.

"God," he found himself saying, though he couldn't really understand why. "She's going to be so mad when she finds out what you've done."