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A/N: Hey guys! Happy Sunday! Poor Jerky-Steve, no one loves him. SO…. And don't freak out here, but I was wrong about how many chapters this angst is going to be around for. Instead of two more chapters, it's only going to be one, cause this chapter has absolutely nothing to do with Steven and Rowan, it's all about someone else, and you'll see who that someone else is very soon. So maybe there's only two chapters of Steve being a mean, and Rowan being stubborn, and the following chapter will be the end of it. But hey, for those who care, he's some cute moments with Wo Fat. Let's see what he's up to huh? Also… GUESS WHO YOU GET TO MEET THIS CHAPTER?!

Side note, any interest in Alternative reality stories? Like the back story to the drugged out dream Steve was having last chapter? Let me know!

Chapter 147

He was not taking this well.

It was actually distressing how badly he was taking this.

Wo Fat thought leaving Hawaii would numb this pain he had residing in his chest. He thought putting as much distance between he and Rowan as he could would make it hurt less. It had not.

But he had also only gone to Japan. He could have gone farther but part of him was hoping that something would happen and she would need him. And when she needed him, he wanted to be near-by. He wanted to be able to make a quick entrance.

And something had happened. Not in the sense that she was in danger, but something had happened between her and McGarrett and now he couldn't find her.

Immediately the guilt he had been so good at turning off before hit him full force. She and McGarrett were having problems because of him. He'd've blamed her for what happened, no doubt. She had known in advance, and while she had talked to him about it, she clearly hadn't talked to Steve about it. But why would she? She had thought the situation dealt with, a non-issue once he had promised her he wouldn't go through with it.

Too bad he had lied.

Now, not only had he fucked the relationship up with the only family he had, he had fucked up her relationship with McGarrett.

He'd've felt worse if he didn't blame McGarrett for the whole situation.

He could have just cooperated… just saying.

With Rowan gone, he could focus on his empire, and without having to spend all his money on rescuing her, or helping her with her quest to save McGarrett from his stupidity he'd have money to actually fund his empire. And for twenty four hours he had actually done that.

But then McGarrett had called and told him he had lost Rowan and thought her with him and he just… god. He worried. Why was she missing? Why had she run? Was she okay? Was she safe? But she wasn't his problem, he wasn't supposed to care. Except he did. A lot.

It was one day after that call that got into a shootout with a rival Triad gang over who owned what territory and got nicked by a stray bullet. This left him angry. Angry because it had ruined his suit, angry because he thought taking out a small crew of Triads would have helped with the pent up frustration, but it did not. Even angrier because he was in pain, and bleeding, and he really, really wanted his sister to hold his hand through getting it stitched like she had held his hand every time his burns had opened up and needed to be flushed.

Instead he went to his favourite Mob Doctor in Osaka hoping to get himself stitched up and tended to and then he'd sequester himself in the nearest sake hole to drink until the pain went away both in his arm and in his chest.

Dr. Ko had been his go-to mob-run-doctor for years. Anytime he was injured in or around Osaka that was where he went. Dr. Ko was old school, because he was old, of course, but he got things done quickly, efficiently and he was reasonably priced. It also helped that his preferred choice of anesthesia was alcohol.

But it wasn't Dr. Ko who walked into the small back office. The woman in question wore the white coat of a doctor, had her black hair pulled back in a no-nonsense pony tail. She was tall, his height or maybe a bit shorter, not in heels either. He hadn't gotten a good look at her eyes but he was getting a good look at her rack. Reasonably sized, not too big, just the right size for his hands. He'd even bet that her as was the same, it would be round, firm and fit perfectly into his hands. If he got her out of that lab coat she had on he'd know for sure. He was also rather certain that once that hair came down she'd be a wild woman.

She had barely looked at him as she mulled about the space. Wo frowned at her, pretty or not, he wasn't sure who she was or why she was there. He didn't like strangers, didn't know if he could trust her, and if he was going to get medical care, he'd have to trust her to some degree.

"Where's Ko?"

"Dead," she replied. "I am Dr. Hui, I will be tending to you today."

Wo Fat didn't like change, and he was already dealing with too much change as is. But she was pretty and his arm was starting to go numb so… you know… beggars couldn't be choosers at this point.

"What ended up getting him in the end?" Wo asked.

"Cancer," she answered and he nodded, the man liked to drink, smoke and gamble, cancer seemed like an easier way to go over the other options he had, seeing how often he defaulted on his debts, or tried to pay them off in medical procedures. She seemed as no nonsense as her ponytail. "Please take off the jacket and your shirt."

And then she finally turned to him, her eyes finally meeting his face and she stopped. His face was gruesome, he understood that. The burns that covered half his upper body were extensive and they would never fade, not even with cosmetic surgery. And while she seemed genuinely surprised by what was on his face, he was lost in pools of honey brown, the same color of the whiskey he loved to drink.

Still as she took him in, he stripped himself, first of his suit jacket, and then the vest, it was while he was unbuttoning his shirt that she stepped closer to him.

"And how did you manage this?"

Not understanding her question, he glanced to the arm that had been hit. "Got shot. Not fully, I'm thinking I was grazed, it's bleeding a lot more than I thought it would though."

She went silent and when Wo Fat looked up again she was all together to close to him and he realized that she was talking about his burns.

"Oh, these old things?" he asked trying to smile in that way that Rowan had always said seemed friendly. "Crashed my helicopter."

She nodded, and then for some reason, she helped him peel his shirt off so she could assess the damage. Something about her fingers brushing against the scars on his shoulder made his heart leap in his chest. That had never happened before, he didn't know what it meant either, but it definitely surprised him. Especially since she was only doing it to look at his bullet wound.

"Well, it's not a graze. Looks like you have a bullet in there."

She turned back to the cabinets across from the table he was sitting on and then opened up one of the doors revealing shelves of bottles. Thank god she hadn't changed that.

"Your preference in alcohol?"

"Whiskey please," he whispered.

"And how do you take your whiskey?"

"On the rocks, thanks," he said as she opened a cabinet closer to the floor to reveal a fridge. When she turned back to him, she had a glass with ice cubes in it and a bottle of whiskey, the good stuff too. She handed it to him and he went about pouring out the liquid so he could get himself drunk.

At least he could still enjoy a nice cold drink in Dr. Ko's office like he used to. Maybe the alcohol would help him chain down everything fluttering about in his chest.

He downed the first glass quickly ignoring the harsh bite of the strong liquor before pouring another drink.

"How long have you been doing this?" he asked her.

She looked young. She looked too young, too beautiful and very bitter about her situation.

"Only a year," she admitted.

"Paying off school fees or debts?"

The question seemed to surprise her. She peered at him hard like she didn't know how to answer before turning her eye back to his injury. "My brother's debts, actually," she admitted. Wo Fat threw the tumbler back and then poured a third one.

"What a dutiful sister," he murmured and she scoffed. "Not because you want to be, I guess?"

"No. My parents offered me up in lieu of losing the precious son they so love so dearly," she whispered. Wow. Savage.

"Mmm, family m'I'right?" he asked, downing his third glass and shakingly pouring a fourth. "My sister just picked her boyfriend over me. Kicked me out of her life for him." He raised his glass in toast to their mutual family problems. "So, cheers to shitty siblings."

He downed the fourth and she finally moved towards him a pair of sharp, needle headed tongs. She put a fifth glass in his hand and his sipped it dutifully, trying very hard not to squirm, wince or cry out as she dug in his bicep to pull out that bullet. He had finished the fifth glass and the bullet was out and was on the sixth when she started stitching him.

Wo Fat didn't remember anything after downing that sixth glass of whiskey. So, you could imagine how surprised he was to find himself in someone else's bed the following morning.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Jian Hui had a simple rule. Don't sleep with the clients that came through the back door. And that had never been an issue before last night. But there had been something about that face, about those sparkling brown eyes that betrayed a lifetime of pain and anguish that had set her off. Something about the way he spoke, like she was a real person, and not just some tool, some pawn under the Yakuza.

He was the only one not get handsy with her. The only one to not ask how a girl had become a doctor. The only one to ask about her circumstances in a way that one who cared about her might have asked.

She normally limited the amount her backdoor clients had to drink. But she wanted him to be in less pain so he let him have glass after glass. Because as he drank, she could watch him. Watch the way his jaw moved with each swallow, watch the way the muscles rippled in his chest, watch the way the scars moved and twisted. His scars, to her, made him more beautiful. It made no sense to her, seeing as half his face was unsymmetrical because of them, but they endeared him to her. Because scars or not he was handsome, and he knew it. Not in the sense that he flaunted it, but he was confident and his aura oozed with it.

So when she finished stitching him up and he had asked her how often she got hit on by her patients, she had answered him truthfully.

All the time.

A shame, he had said. And then he had carefully brought his fingers to her cheek, soft against her skin as he brushed his fingertips against her like he wasn't certain she was there, like if he put any more pressure against her she'd break. It was so different from the way the other back door clients acted that she not only was surprised, she pressed into the contact.

It's a shame because I really want to try and kiss you but I feel like that's uninspiringly unoriginal.

It was, but she had let him do it anyway.

And then, stupid her, had brought him home with her because that kiss, that kiss had been something else. Soft, but insistent at the same time. He demanded and commanded her with such a simple motion and she had been powerless to him. It had been months since any man had stirred that sense of longing in her, but no one had ever done that to her just by kissing her. She hadn't been able to resist him.

And the sex… well… let's just say it had been worth it. More than worth it. Crazily worth it. The things he had done to her had been… fucking criminal, and the man had been wasted. Imagine what he could do to her sober?

Except she wasn't about to find out because he'd be leaving. This was a one-night stand. Obviously. She wasn't that stupid. He'd be gone the second he woke up.

But until then, she was content with sitting on the edge of the bed, green tea in hand and watching him sleep. Like the little creep she was. But once he started stirring, she quickly got up and made herself look busy. She checked her watch again, in a few hours she'd have to open her clinic

She came back into the room, maybe to prompt him to wake up a little faster, but when she put a hand to his shoulder to nudge him awake, he grabbed her quickly and pulled her down to the bed.

"Go back to sleep, Ro," he murmured sleepily and then seemingly went back to sleep.

There were a lot of things wrong with this picture. Starting with, Ro was not her name. Granted he had been in pain, and then very drunk last night and she had only given him her last name, but, you know, Ro… Hui… not even close. Then there was how he was holding her. Granted he had taken her back down into the bed, but he hadn't pulled her into a tight embrace, she was an arm's length away with his hand gripping the side of her coat quite tightly.

"Who's Ro?" she asked and just like that his eyes opened.

They crinkled in surprise before he rolled onto his back groaning his hands coming to his eyes to block out the sunlight from the window.

"Who's Ro?" she repeated when he didn't answer and then was rewarded with a gruff: "My sister."

Ah that would explain things. "Wo and Ro," she murmured, his parents must have been really cute. Then she thought about what he had said and was immediately confused. "Your sister gets into bed with you?" she asked.

He lay there, his chest slowly and majestically rising with each breath, an arm draped over his eyes. "She's prone to nightmares and I was prone to letting her stay with me until she felt better."

How nice of him. The caring older brother at least she was assuming he was older, she felt like he was older. The kind of caring relationship she had always wanted with her own brother, but he had never cared about anything other then himself and their parents had only cared about him. She had to pay her own way through University and Med school because her parents were saving money for him, money he spent on gambling, drugs and geishas. And when he spent it all, he started taking loans, and when he couldn't repay his loans, both he and their parents had sold her to the Yakuza to save him. But hey, being a mob doctor was actually not that bad… not anymore anyway.

He turned to her his eyes narrowed slits. "Dr. Hui… sorry… I don't think I know…" "It's Jian…" "How very nice to properly meet you. I'm Wo Fat."

He offered her a hand to shake that she took, repeating his name in her head. She had heard it before, she couldn't place it, of course, but she knew he was, at the very least, a major player with the Yakuza. He must have been good at what he did, because she had never seen him before.

"I see that you're dressed already… are you…?"

"Late for work? Yes."

Not true but… the more distance she put between them now the easier it would be for her when he finally left. He nodded and then forced himself up turning his back on her. Jian forced herself to get up out of the bed to give him the privacy to get dressed by himself. He was out of her room not moments later, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.

He silently went to the door, silently stood there as she locked it. When she turned he was still fiddling with those cuffs, so she took his hands and quickly fixed them for him. Afterwards they just stood there, he looking at his sleeves his eyes blinking as if he hadn't known what had just happened.

"I…" he started and then stopped. "Well… uh… thank you," he whispered instead and she nodded.

They made awkward work of a kiss good-bye, not sure if one another wanted to hug, or kiss. They eventually settled on a kiss to their cheeks, but that brought him close to her again and then he was with in proper kissing distance. She had three seconds of briefly wondering whether or not he'd kiss her again before he slid his lips to hers, his hands framing her face, her hands gripping his sides, hungrily and greedily kissing him back.

He had her pinned against the door, his hands wandering down her body, her arms around his back pushing him back between her legs when she realized that fighting whatever pull she had towards this man was a losing battle.

"I could call in sick," she whispered against his lips. It wasn't really a gamble, he wanted her, and she could feel that much pulsing against her inner thigh. It was just that she wasn't usually the one who did stuff like this and her pride was smarting for offering herself up to rejection like that. But she needn't worry because he just smiled against her.

"I could make breakfast," he offered.

And while he did eventually make her breakfast, first she got to experience just how good the sex could be when he was sober.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Jian was resting in the bed behind him as he sat in a chair on her balcony, his shirt gone, his pants not done up, phone in hand. She had been a wonderful distraction. Everything he had guessed about her was right. Her breasts and that perfect globe-round ass of hers had fit quite nicely in his hands and the fact that once her hair went down, she was wild. He'd never forget the hours they shared in her bed, he'd never forget how it was to lay back and watch her ride him, that proud smirk on her face, her eyes half closed in ecstasy, her finger nails digging into his chest. He'd be able to live on that memory alone for a long time before he'd need another fix.

But as great a distraction this had been, the aches and pains of the day had come back to haunt him once the night fell, and she was dozing beside him. This left him on the balcony with his phone in his hand staring at another memory that was never going to leave him. It was a picture of him and Rowan from their day on the beach, wearing their matching sunglasses.

Why did it hurt when he thought about her? Why was he worried that McGarrett had lost her again? She wasn't his problem. She had left him, she had chosen Steve, just as Doris had. He should have hated her, but all he could think was that with her app down, if Rowan was in trouble he'd never know and McGarrett wouldn't get to her in time.

Behind him the bed shifted and he quickly closed his phone. Jian draped herself along the back of him, pressing a kiss to cheek. "Why are you out here?" she asked.

"Just wanted some air, give myself some time to think."

"About what?"

She liked to ask questions, his little doctor, his personal little nurse. He turned to her as she took the chair beside him, wearing his shirt. It barely covered that ass of hers but he didn't care, there was something primally claiming about a woman in his shirt. She looked sinfully delicious sitting across from him, her shiny black hair draped over one shoulder, all messed up from their love-making and her lovely legs curled up under her.

He realized then why he liked her so. She had Rowan's mannerisms. The way she moved was eerily similar, but she had none of Rowan's looks which made the attraction to her easier. But she also had this way of getting him to open up, like Rowan had. She was beautiful, and she reminded him of his sister, hence soothing the ache in his chest.

"I got word that my sister's boyfriend has lost her again."

"Again?" she echoed. "She goes missing frequently?"

"She uh… she runs away when she's upset," he said. "It's a thing she does and he has a habit of telling her to leave and not meaning it. I've always been able to find her, but uh… he never knows where she is."

"I see… and you're worried about her despite her deserving the situation she's in right now?" she asked, her tone clipped and full of disapproval.

But Wo Fat wasn't sure she did deserve the situation. Rowan had cut him out of his life to appease Steven's eventual anger and because what Wo Fat had done had been unforgiveable. That didn't mean she deserved Steve's anger in place of Wo Fat. Jian didn't quite know the full story.

"Uh… well…" "She cut you out for this man she's run from," she interrupted. "If he was that big of an issue, she should have picked you… unless you did something…"

"Yeah…" "You did, something I mean, didn't you?" she asked and he nodded.

"Well… how bad was it?"

"I kidnapped, drugged and tortured him after strictly promising her I wouldn't."

Jian took that in her eyes boring into him, she then let out her breath in a shaky sigh. "Okay, maybe you deserve her anger."

Wo scoffed. "Yeah… I never said I didn't. She… she has always forgiven me though… I shot her once, accidentally, of course, but I nearly killed her and she wasn't even half as mad then as when she found out I had taken Steve. I guess… I guess I thought she'd forgive me… eventually."

If she was surprised that he had shot his sister once, she said nothing. In fact, she was good at avoiding questions about his criminal misgivings in favour of asking the really hard emotional questions instead.

"And now she's missing."

"Yes."

"And you're worried."

Not a question, a statement. "Yes, of course, she has a habit of getting into trouble. Usually she has me to back her… she doesn't have that anymore," he admitted. "I… well… when she cut me out, I took that safety net away with me…"

"So, if something happens to her it'll be your fault."

Wow. That was cruel. He turned a glare to her and she shrugged. "It's how you'll feel. Whether it's true or not. It's why I agreed to my… side job. I could have easily told them no and let them scalp my little brother. My parents have over looked me for him all my life and he's always just assumed I'll give up everything for him, I could have easily let them kill him. But I didn't, because my parents wouldn't have forgiven me and I wouldn't have forgiven myself. That's how you'll feel."

Wo thought that over. That was how he'd feel. If something happened to Rowan because he took her safety net away, no matter it was McGarrett's job to take care of her now, he'd feel guilty, he'd blame himself, but he'd blame Steven more.

She stood up. "Shall I make us something to eat?" she asked and he nodded, taking her hand as she walked by to kiss her knuckles just so she'd smile at him with that silken way.

As soon as she was gone though he unlocked his phone and called Kong.

"Liang," he answered on the second ring.

"Has he found her yet?" Wo asked.

"Uh…. Well… I didn't think you cared, so I haven't been keeping…"

"You put too much time and money into keeping her safe to not care. I heard you when Wright took your app down, your first worry was Rowan being unprotected. So, I'll ask you again, has McGarrett found her yet?"

"The whole point of the app is that she's protect so of course I'd…" "Kong." "No. Steven has not found Rowan yet."

Wo Fat sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, how was that possible? "It's been two days…"

"Yeah and she's really not that hard to find. I found in her in four hours."

"You found her?"

"It's as you said… I spent too much time looking after her to not care," he admitted. "I swear that girl's like a parasite, she's grown on me."

Wo Fat laughed at that. Yes that was exactly what Rowan was like. "She's okay though? Someone hasn't… taken her?"

"No she's hiding out in someone's basement. Last I heard she's just crying, writing songs and eating junk food. He's running around like a chicken with his head cut off, has no idea where she is."

"Okay… good…" he whispered.

"He's not very good at this, is he?" Kong asked and Wo Fat sighed. No, no Steven really wasn't and Wo Fat had left his sister's life and emotional care in his hands.

"Yeah, he's a fucking idiot. Uh… I want the app to stay offline… she can have no access but… but do you think there's a way to have it run… automatedly?"

"Well…"

"Are you already looking into that?"

"Uh… well…"

"Okay, you know what, do what you have to do and just don't tell me. Just bill me for it and leave it at that."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Positive."

"Okay, and do you want updates on the whole… situation… we got right now?"

"No…"

"Okay do you want me to give you updates without asking?"

"…. No…"

"Yeah, okay, sure thing buddy, copy that."

"Thanks," he whispered and then hung up the phone. There, conscience assuaged. Now he could focus on the important things. Like the empire was trying to rebuild and the woman in the kitchen he wanted to bend over that stove and do some terrible things to. He was going to start with his woman though, that was going to be more fun.