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A/N: Happy Friday my lovely readers. This is it. This is where you find out what's going to happen. I hope you guys are okay with what I went with. I know it's a big change but I think it's a good direction we're moving in. As I said last chapter, Steve the jerk will be back next chapter, so BE PREPARED! Don't forget to drop me a review and I will see you tomorrow!

Chapter 145

Rowan charged into the laundromat. She didn't stop until she hit the stairs and then down. No one stopped her. No one dared to even try. The men with guns all turned and scattered when they saw her. That feeling of dread, of anxious, noxious fear was still burning in her stomach and climbing up her throat like she was about to vomit.

She turned the corner following that feeling, that feeling she knew was leading her to Steve. She stopped, when a flash of white caught her eye. She looked into a sterile white room, vents on the walls, projector hanging from the ceiling. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"No!" she cried. Kay so he wasn't in there, but part of her dreams were coming true, just please, please let it just be a drugging and a kidnapping and not a drugging, kidnapping and a torturing. She rushed to the giant metal door at the end of the hallway.

She frantically banged on the door. "Wo, let me in! Let me in!" she practically shrieked but he didn't answer and the door was locked. She jiggled the handle to no avail. She just wanted it to be open, she needed it to be open. And it was from that need that she felt the electricity that skated under her fingertips. For a second she swore she could see the strings around her, heaps of red ones frantically swaying straining to get a hold of her and in the swaying tightening strings one simple black one, striped with flashes of white and yellow. She focused all her energy on it and with her mind she pulled on it. just like that the locking mechanism just swung open.

Yeah, she'd have to digest that later, cause she was pretty sure she just pulled on a string to fix the situation and she wasn't even sure she knew she could do that and that was freaking her out but she didn't have time for that right now.

She threw the door open with only one thing on her mind. She wasn't worried about startling anyone, she wasn't worried about what might be on the other side, all she knew was that Steve was there and she needed to get to him.

And there he was. Strapped to a chair, chin to his chest, shirtless, wet, blood coating his shoulder tattoo, little circular burns on his stomach and his chest from a tazer or something. He wasn't in that nice blue shirt that he had left in anymore, he was barefoot but luckily still in his jeans. He looked absolutely destroyed.

"Steve," she breathed out and he looked up to her, his blue eyes foggy with pain and something else, but he recognized her.

"Rowan?"

She took one step forward and a woman erupted out of the shadows to her right.

Rowan managed to duck the knife that was aimed for her face but couldn't avoid the Nubian warrior that slammed into her taking them both to the floor. Rowan kicked the knife away figuring that they would at least make them more even in a fight now. She was wrong.

With a roar the woman threw herself on top of Rowan. "Gah, get off!" she cried struggling with the woman's hands. In his chair, Steve was howling for her, struggling to get himself free. She kicked the woman off of her and she went to scramble away. The woman, with a completely different knife in her hand this time came at her again, and Rowan tripped over a bucket.

Steve screamed her name, this animalistic cry of terror that ripped from his very chest, she turned in time to see one arm snap free of the wristbands holding him to the chair and to watch him fall to the ground still strapped into the chair by one arm and two feet and still screaming for her. The woman was over her now knife ready to descend on her.

And then…

BangBangBang…. Bang.

Three rapid fire and one for good measure. Rowan didn't have to guess who that was. Steve was howling from where his chair had upended, still struggling to get free and to her. Screaming her name in utter anguish, practically choking on his sobs for her. But Wo Fat got to her first, pulling her up despite her trying to swat his hands away. He glanced down to the body she was ignoring because if she didn't she'd throw up and she didn't have time for that right now.

"Eris was a good subordinate," he said, obviously talking about the woman he just shot. "I didn't want to have to kill her."

Well how very nice of him to do that for her. She'd have been more impressed and proud of him if he hadn't just utterly betrayed her. Rowan swatted his hands away from her, actually shoved him back causing Wo Fat's eyes to widen in surprise and then she turned and rushed to Steve, wanting to help him get disentangled from the straps. As soon as she got close his free hand gripped her and she managed to catch a glimpse of his eyes. His pupils looked way past dilated.

"Please run, please," he was sobbing to her but when Wo Fat put a hand to her shoulder his cries became more frantic. "NO! No, please, not my wife! I'll… I don't know but I'll… I'll find him, just please not my wife."

"Wife? You and Steve got married?" Wo Fat asked sounding hurt. He had no right to sound hurt after what he had done.

Rowan crinkled her eyes in surprise. "No! I would have told you if I had…"

"Please, please, she's pregnant. You can keep me, I'll help you find your father, but please just let her go."

"You're pregnant?!"

Oh, for god sake of course she wasn't. She took Steve's face in her hands and made him look at her. Oh god, his eyes, they were so fucking dilated.

"What is he on?" Rowan asked but when Wo Fat just went quiet, she let Steve's head fall back to her chest as he continued to tell her to run and to beg for her to be let go in soft hiccupping mumbling sobs, and turned a terrible glare onto him to repeat the question. "Wo… what is he on?!"

"Uh it's a mix of Sodium thiopental, flunitrazepam and amobarbital," Wo Fat told her as she got his other arm free. When Rowan just glared at him he quickly added: "It's a homemade truth serum… but uh… he refused to eat and if his blood sugar goes down… well… it looks like he might have been hallucinating."

"He hallucinated that he married me and got me pregnant?"

"I have no control over what he dream,. Rowan."

"OH JUST HELP ME!" she shouted and he jumped into action, quickly hoisting Steve up so he could walk, he had him so securely that Rowan barely need to help him.

He didn't have to ask where she was taking him, she was leading them up the stairs. Wo Fat came to a halt. "I'm not done getting information from him yet…"

Rowan turned a glare so dark on him he actually contemplated letting Steve go and watching him plummet to the ground. Of course he had seen her angry before, but never that angry and never directed at him. Was that face what Kong had stared down after Wo Fat escaped from prison and didn't tell her? It would explain why the man had caved so fast when he came up against her.

"Get him up the stairs. Get him into my car and then drive us to the closest fucking hospital," she growled her voice so low and dangerous that Wo Fat didn't even think to argue. Instead he pressed Steve's hiccupping, soaked and bloody form to his side and helped his sister get her man up the stairs.

He helped Steve into the back of her car and then watched Rowan climb in after him and press Steve's head to her chest again. As soon as she was close enough she was wrapped up into Steve's arms again, in this tight vice grip.

"It's okay, I got you, it's okay," she kept saying as she ran her hands up and down his bare back.

"The baby… please Ro… just leave me, save yourself, save the baby… please… just go… please…"

Wo Fat shot a glance over his shoulder to where Steve was clinging to Rowan, how was she supposed to leave or save herself? He was holding her so tightly she wouldn't be able to go anywhere. "Seriously… are you pregnant?" Wo Fat asked from the front as he got himself ready to drive.

"No, obviously not, you idiot," she snapped.

"Ah so he just dreams that he got your pregnant," he mused. "Interesting fantasies… considering how hard he's fighting you on giving you a label."

Rowan glared at him. Yes, her and Steve had been arguing over a label but them arguing over that wouldn't have excused this. How could Wo Fat be so calm when he had literally done the one thing, she had asked him not to do? How did he not know how bad this was, how upset she was?

"Can you just drive please?" she snapped and he nodded, putting her car in gear and pressing on the gas.

Steve buried his head into her chest, his arms gripping her tightly. "I can't lose you, I can't, I… I love you…"

Wow… Great… their first I love you and he was high out of his mind in a dream land of his own creation. Could this day get any worse?

DS-DS-DS-DS

Everything went bright one last time.

His wife was on top of him. They were in his father's Marquis. His naval cap was resting on the back dash, his pants were down, the skirt of her dress was up around her waist and they had just had his favourite kind of sex. The quiet and quick kind. She had jumped him the second he came home in that get up, she loved him in this uniform, and didn't just love her in those empire waisted dresses she was always wearing to make him smile, he loved her. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for her, which including putting that monkey suit on whenever she wanted him to.

They came to their silent climax, where her head tipped back, her mouth in a silent oh and he buried his mouth into her shoulder, his teeth digging in, but not enough to break skin, to keep his own cry caged behind his teeth. He slumped back against the seat as she slumped back against the back of the driver's seat. Both of them panting, both slick with sweat. His hands fisting the fabric of her dress to keep from digging his fingers into her. His eyes kept sliding down to that stomach.

Her hands always liked to wander. Across the shiny medals and ribbons pinned to his breast, through his hair, across his cheeks and chin. She really liked his jaw line. Her eyes were foggy but his heart was swelling in his chest because after two years they were finally together, he didn't have to leave first thing in the morning and she was carrying his child.

His grip shifted his palms resting on the belly where his child's heart beat was not yet detectable. When did babies start kicking? Did his baby even have legs yet? He'd have to do more research. OH! He'd get to go to Lamaze classes with her to teach her how to breathe! He wouldn't even call it stupid, he'd just be happy to go. But they had to settle some things first.

"Are… are you really not… happy…"

"Of course I am Steve, Steven," she said with a sigh. "I'm happy, I'm excited, but I'm also afraid. I'm afraid that I'm not going to be good at this, that… that I'll have to do it alone."

Steve's hand came to her cheek, she was already crying and his heart hurt just watching it happen. "Baby…"

"I'm sorry I don't mean to be so weepy I swear it's just the hormones," she said with a shaky laugh. "I know what you do is important, and I think you're so brave, but… but… it's dangerous and I worry about you and you're never here, and… and…"

He pressed a finger to her lips to quiet her down. "I know, I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered to her. "I know you worry, and I know you're proud of me. But I love you, my darling, I love you more than anything which is why… after we spoke this morning… I put myself on reserves."

Rowan's eyes whipped up to him, and frown crossed that lovely face of hers. "No, no! Steve… no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you feel like you needed to… it'll be alright, honestly, it's just… it's just hormones."

Steve straightened, sitting up so he could pull her mouth down to his, he kissed her until she quieted down and once she was just silently crying against him he whispered: "I love you, Rowan Pierce. I love you so very much, and I realized, when you told me you were afraid to do this alone, that I never wanted you to feel alone again. I put myself on reserves because it was the least I could do. Two years you've dealt with my bullshit and now it's my turn to make it up to you. So if you want me around more, you've got it, cause here I am, officially retired, officially a civilian."

Her tears were now happy ones, he could tell but that didn't change the fact that she was crying. She thanked him by covering him in a million tiny little kisses and he accepted them with smile, dangerously close to crying himself.

"I… I know this is a lot to take in, but uh… I got a job offer here, as a detective with the HPD, and uh… you know if you want… we could move here? Or… we can go back to Vic and see what I can get there too… huh? I mean… you don't have to decide now, but uh… what do you think?"

"Well… I mean, now that I'm not skating… I can pretty much write and sing songs no matter where I live. I've never really been that far from my family before… but uh… you know it might be good for us to uhm… to get away from them? And it would be nice to be close to your father. Especially after this," she mused but then she smiled prettily at him and his heart leapt into his mouth. My god he loved that woman. "As long as we're together I don't really care where we go."

God, yes that was just how he felt. Anywhere was home so long as Rowan was with him. Everything was nothing without her.

"Could I ask… for just one favour?"

"Anything, Steven," she said to him and his smile faded a bit, afraid of what was going to come next.

"Can… can you please take my last name?" he asked. When a confused look graced her features Steve hastily added: "I know it's archaic, I know it's against women's-lib and all that, and I swear it's not about owning you. It's just that… I want everyone to know you and this baby are my family and to me… I always thought my family would be… just…"

She silenced him by kissing him and he figured that was a good way to stop him from rambling, of putting his foot even farther into his mouth. He didn't even get to tell her that he was willing to just have it hyphenated.

"Oh Steven McGarrett you silly, silly man," she said against him and that was when he realized she was laughing at him. This wasn't funny, it was a serious request. "I already took your name. I did that the day after we filed our marriage licence. I picked up all the paperwork when I was there with you."

And then it was Steve's turn to laugh. "But… but… on the skate circuit… and your single…"

"Well yeah, Rowan Pierce is a stage name now. But I wanted a private life too, and that's Rowan McGarrett," she said with a shrug. "I thought you knew I took your last name… is that why you keep introducing me as Rowan Pierce?"

"Well yeah… I thought… why did you think I was doing that?"

"Well I thought you were still doing that cause you wanted to show off that you married the now famous Rowan Pierce…"

"I don't give a shit if your famous babe, I'm proud, don't get me wrong but that's not why I'm with you," he told her and her smile practically blossomed. Fuck he loved her so fucking much. "Did you really take my name?"

"You wanna see my new driver's licence or what?" she asked with a playful scowl on those beautiful pink lips. He answered her by pulling her down to his. Her hips ground up against him and he was instantly hard for her again, and ready for quick and quiet round two.

Steve pressed into it. Happiness not even covering what he was feeling at that moment. Finally. Finally he was getting the family he always wanted. Life didn't get any better than this.

RR-RR-RR-RR-H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

He drove like a mad man, simply because the look on Rowan's face was scaring him, and the way that Steve was mumbling and groaning meant… well… not good things.

They got to the hospital and Wo Fat went in to get her a nurse to put Steve onto a gurney. Steve hadn't want to let her go, and Rowan looked like she hadn't wanted to let him go without her either but she had stayed behind and Wo Fat felt like maybe… maybe there was a reason for that and that didn't bode well for him.

Rowan wouldn't turn around to look at him and as that fear hit him, he suddenly realized that he had… well… he had fucked up. He had promised her he wouldn't do this but he couldn't get the information and he just wanted to see his father. She'd understand that, wouldn't she? Because now that he was facing down the inevitability of her cutting him out of her life, he was suddenly very afraid and suddenly willing to do anything to convince her not to cut him out.

"This was the only way, Rowan," he said to her and she finally turned around to him. "It was."

"You promised me," Rowan said in a soft voice and Wo Fat felt his heart constrict a little bit.

"I know but…"

Her eyes whipped up to him and he saw that she was crying. "No! I asked you not to do this and you looked me right in the eye and promised me that you wouldn't."

Wo Fat saw what was coming, he knew it, and immediately those guards were going up. "I needed to know and he had the information."

"No he didn't! I told you he didn't! I DO! He's in fucking Morocco, YOU HAPPY?!"

No he wasn't but he said nothing.

"We were doing so good! He stopped trying to make me stop seeing you! And you promised me! YOU PROMISED!"

She was sobbing now and Wo Fat stood there not sure what to do, not sure how to take care of her when he was the one who had done had made her cry. Usually it was McGarrett who made her cry. How did the man stomach it? Wo Fat had literally carved a man up once, and he had stomached that better than this.

"I mean… if he's mad at me… I know he's going to be mad at me, but if he's demanding you let me go… that's fine… we can dial it back… Keep it quiet again…"

"No. It's not going to be a problem. We're done."

Wo Fat actually felt himself jerk, felt himself recoil from those words. He had been expecting it. He was certain that he didn't even come close to caring about her the way she seemed to care about him but he was proven wrong. By those simple words.

"I'm not doing this anymore. I'm done with you. You're dead to me. Leave."

Logically this would have been a good thing. He'd save so much money and waste so much less time trying to put her emotional state and her relationship with McGarrett back together. Illogically he was upset and he wanted to hurt her back. Not physically of course, but emotionally like she had just wounded him.

"If we're done, then we're done. No more network. No more help…"

"I NEVER ASKED FOR THAT NETWORK!" she shouted. "I never once asked for any of this!"

"Well it doesn't matter now, because you don't get it and without it we both know you're going to be dead in a week."

Rowan folded her arms over her chest and growled: "I'll take my chances, thank you. Now get off of this island or I'll tell Steve where your safe houses are."

It was a low blow. It wasn't necessary but it got Wo to walk away. He tried to remind himself that he didn't care. He was strong. He was… dangerously close to crying and if anyone asked… well he'd never tell them that as he walked away, he actually had cried a little bit. But he'd never admit that. He'd go to his grave with that knowledge.

If anyone ask he'd say that he didn't care. That it hadn't affected him. That he had felt freed from a burden. But that was a lie, because Rowan Pierce had taught him to care. Rowan Pierce had brought that broken heart of his back to life, and now it was breaking all over again.