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A/N: Hello my lovely readers and happy Friday. I want you guys to know that I had last chapter set up to end on a cliffhanger and I chose NOT to do that to you. It hurt me to do it but I did it for you guys. I deserve props. So in this chapter, all the action happens at once, we see the return of something and someone we thought was gone, but for those who are worried about Alex's lawsuit, don't worry! That will all be settled next chapter. As always, thanks for reading, shoot me a review to tell me what you think and I'll see you guys on Monday!

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Chapter 156

Getting in had been easy. Getting in was always easy. Chin was in his finest suit. Kono in a fancy silver dress. Gerard in a nice suit and bowtie acting very, very twitchy. The problem was, all the paintings in the room they were seeing were all legit, not a single one stolen.

But it turned out they didn't have to worry. Gerard introduced them to the host, said a few choice words to him, made a strange eyebrow wagging gesture with his eyes and that was them in to the other sale, the less than legal one.

Tom Emery, the host of the event showed them into a small room. A panic room of sorts where the walls were covered in stolen artwork. There were already people milling about but none of them were the killer that Kono and Chin were looking for.

"I'm told it's human nature to want what you cannot have," Emery said as they looked about the room. In their ears, Nicole was listing all the different heists these paintings came from. "Thankfully, I wouldn't know."

"This is quite the collection," Kono mused. "I'd ask how you put it together but I'm guessing you'd rather not say."

Emery nodded slightly. "Discretion is key. But what's the point in owning something so rare and expensive if you cannot show it off to your friends?"

He turned to his right, where a woman in a hunter green mermaid dress was standing and admiring a painting. She had waved of cascading red-blonde hair pinned in this glamour up do. "Just give me a moment," he said to them before turning to her and putting a hand to her shoulder.

Kono's eyes narrowed, why did that woman look familiar? That red-blonde hair… that couldn't be her… could it?

"Miss. Shu, how are you finding things?"

The Woman turned around and Kono was right, she knew it, it was Rowan. She was done up, four times as beautiful as she usually was. Her winged eyeliner dark, her eyes that piercing ice blue they all knew was the telltale sign of the Professional at work. And in their earpieces all they could hear was Steve's sudden cries of her name, first painted in horror and surprise and then in just plain anger.

Rowan smiled prettily up at Tom who seemed to just melt at the sight of it. "Well… I don't quite know how this works, Tom," she said resting against him as if they were the best of friends. Chin and Kono both winced at the sound of Steve's loud swearing in their ears. "My brother said to pick one I like and you'll do the rest, but I don't know which one I like best, they're all so pretty." Great, she had something up her sleeve, otherwise she wouldn't be playing the ditzy, stupid girl card. "Which would you recommend?"

He opened his mouth to answer but a guard came and put his hand to his shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Shu," he said taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. It was a good thing he wasn't looking at her, because those Ice Queen eyes had darkened on him. "I have business to attend to, I shall leave you in Gerard's careful hands. He has a good eye for pretty things."

He then turned pinned Gerard with a dark glare and a low hiss of: "For the love of god keep her happy, no one wants her brother crashing the party."

That would have been worrying except Janssen was finally there. Their mark having just walked into the room.

Emery turned a dazzling smile to both Chin and Kono who were not supposed to know Rowan, or her brother, and said to them: "Just one moment, just a spot of business to attend to and I shall be back."

And then he headed off into a secret room with the guy they came all the way here to find. But Steve was freaking in their ear, and Emery and Janssen was behind closed doors.

They knew Steve would be moving in and there would be better times to do this but Kono couldn't help it. She was pissed.

"Rowan!" she hissed coming towards her. "You were told to stay back."

"Yeah, I know, but Gerard said he'd feel better if I was here, and I knew I could get in without you guys so you know…" she whispered trailing off because Kono was glaring at her. She had thought it was suspicious that Rowan had given up the argument so quickly, now she knew why.

"She's right, I do feel better now," Gerard said but he was ignored.

"How did you get in?" Chin asked.

"Really? You have to ask that. Emery called her Miss. Shu. She must have known that Wo Fat did his business as Anthony Shu, and we already knew that she knew of that alias because that was how she found Steve in that laundromat," Kono snapped. "That's what you did, didn't you?"

Rowan nodded. "Yep. Used his name to get me in here, and I also used it to get me and Jerry and into the auction."

"Obviously I knew that," Chin growled. "I mean how did you get his name on the list?"

"Simple. It was already on it," Rowan said with a shrug.

"What? Why?"

"Well… I can think of two reasons off hand. One because they have his name there as a standing reservation out of respect, I mean he did steal a few of the pieces in here. Or two, because he's on the island and was going to come."

She had said that as if that wasn't a terrifying prospect. Wo Fat unencumbered by a strangely placed loyalty to Rowan would be a very dangerous and unpredictable man.

"Though if it's the second one he's going to be pissed when he found out I took his reservation twice."

That was also a terrifying thought to behold but Kono didn't get to tell her that because suddenly an alarm started blaring and the doors all shut, save for one which was the door to Emery's office. Where a group of masked men all came out, all masked except for Janssen. They opened fire on the guards killing them, getting everyone down on the floor.

And then to make matters worse they had Janssen announcing: "If it wasn't already obvious, this is a robbery."

God if Steve heard that they were all screwed.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Rowan was inside.

Steve was outside and Rowan was inside. In the middle of the robbery. With guns. And bad guys. She was supposed to be home.

Nicole watched him pace back and forth, like a caged tiger. His eyes never once leaving that house. She had never seen someone like that before.

"Is this… normal?" she asked Grover who stood beside her watching.

The older man just sighed. "What you mean Steve pacing outside of a hostage situation while his girl's found a way inside when we were certain we left her somewhere safe?" Grover asked. Nicole turned to him well that answered that question. "It's gonna get worse. When that girl's in trouble that boy almost always does something stupid to get her out of it."

He then left her side to approach Steve. "SWAT's established a perimeter. Every entry point in the house is locked down," he told him and Steve finally stopped pacing but his fingers twitched and his foot tapped in a nervous fashion. It wouldn't stop until he had Rowan safe in his arms again.

Steve shook his head. No. Not what he wanted to hear. "There's got to be a way to breach."

"Not without calling attention to yourself, and that endangers the hostages," Grover said. "You wanna chance that with your girl inside?"

No, no he did not.

"You guys see what's happening here, right?" Nicole asked appearing with Jerry beside her. Jerry had promised he wouldn't leave her alone, which was great, because Steve didn't trust her to be on her own. "Janssen's trading up. The van Gogh was just his way in the door so he could boost Emery's collection."

"Yeah and judging from the gunfire, he's got at least four or five accomplices with him armed with automatic weapons," Steve growled. Four or Five people who could put a bullet in his girl either on purpose or by accident.

"I don't get it," Grover sighed. "We had eyes on the place. Every guest was checked going in. How did he get a bunch of guys in there with guns?"

"How did Rowan get in? None of us saw her enter and I think we all know Steve would have spotted her the second she showed up," Jerry added. Steve shook his head, he doubted Rowan went in the front door, she probably just did something sneaky, though he was surprised that no one had turned up her car yet. "But a better question is: How is he planning on getting out?"

Everyone turned to him and Jerry continued: "After that alarm went off, this place became as impenetrable as the Dreadfort." That last comment got him some looks so he had to explain: "Game of Thrones? Anyone?"

Clearly not.

"Okay, I don't know what he's talking about, but I do know that this is all by design. If the alarm went off, it's because Janssen wanted it to. And you can be certain that he's got an exit strategy."

"Well, the guy's best card is the hostages," Grover reminded them though he didn't need to, not when Rowan was one of those hostages. "Maybe he's gonna play that to negotiate."

"Yeah, and if he finds out that Chin and Kono are cops they're the first ones he's gonna try to leverage," Steve snapped.

"And what about Rowan?" Nicole asked.

"What about Rowan?" Steve shot back his eyes narrowed at her.

"Well… what happens when he finds out she's dating you?" Nicole asked.

"I think a better question is what's going to happen if she tells her network…"

"Oh Yes! The infamous network. Do you think she's already activated it, I've always wanted to see it in action. They say that it's even transmittable through a cell jammer that it piggy backs on connections. Is that true?" Nicole cried

"Okay firstly. They're not gonna use her against me because not a lot of people know about me and her in the first place. Not to mention she's not that stupid to go throwing my name around in that situation… but uh… as to her network… uh… the network is down," Steve admitted. "He's not her brother anymore. She's in there blind and she's not going to do something stupid."

"Stupid is exactly what your girl does when she's cornered and you know it." Grover reminded him when he really didn't have to.

They all took that in and then Nicole suddenly piped up. "I could reach out to my contacts at the security companies. If we can track down the schematics, there may be a way that we could remotely override the alarm."

"That's smart. Okay, thank you, Nicole."

"Listen, even if SWAT could breach this place right now, I wouldn't make the call. Not without knowing where the hostages were, how many shooters we got in there. We'd just be going in there blind," Grover said.

Which was true. And not good for Rowan at all. God, fuck, why did Rowan have to get involved? Why?

"Jerry there's gotta be a way to re-establish communication with Chin and Kono," Steve cried. He tried not to add the and Rowan part because it was implied. Rowan was with Chin and Kono when this went down, she'd still be with them… right?

"Well, theoretically speaking, I suppose there is a way to crash a signal jammer…" "Okay?" "If I could tap into the frequency…"

Steve had to stop him, he just had to. "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, I don't care how you do it. I just need you to do it. Can you do it now?" he cried.

"Copy that," he said returning to the truck.

But the problem was he was only gone for a few moments before he had stuck his head out of the truck they had been using to surveil the op and keep in touch with Chin and Kono and called: "Uh… McGarrett?"

"What Jerry? What?!" he practically shouted, though he was trying to remain patient with every second Rowan was in that hostage situation the more panicked he became.

"I think you need to see this."

Well wasn't that ominous. Still he did as Jerry asked, jogging over to the truck and coming inside. All the screens were blank with green words flashing across them quickly like there were processing data.

"What's going on Jerry? Did you just start? Is that what you wanted to show me, cause I have bigger things to…"

"I didn't do this," Jerry said. "All of this is running on its own."

What? What the hell did that mean? "What are you saying, Jerry? Who's running this?"

Hello and welcome to Sanctuary. You may call me Sandy.

Steve balked at the sudden computerized voice. "Jerry… what the hell is happening right now?"

"I don't know… I don't know what this is… Is it possible that this is…" he asked looking up to Steve who just watching with rapt interest and horror. No. It couldn't be.

Sanctuary has lost contact with Professional.

Fuck. No. Professional? That was Rowan's codename on the app. But her app had never been able to do this before and it was supposed to be down.

"That doesn't explain what it's doing," Steve snapped not sure if he was talking to the app or to Jerry.

I am searching for a device to pair to in order to regain contact with Professional.

Fuck. Was it just going to answer all of his questions for him? Steve stared at the computers watching as they quickly blinked and data flew across the screen. Jerry kept going from watching him to watching the screens. Steve just watched the screens as if Rowan, or this Sanctuary app's face was going to pop up on the screen.

Sanctuary has detected that a signal jammer is in use. In order to regain contact with Professional, signal jammer will have to be deactivated. Analyzing options.

Between that automated response and the next sentence was only ten seconds.

Options Analyzed. All equipment needed already under Sanctuary Control. Deactivating Signal Jammer.

Holy fuck. It was working. A progress bar appeared on the screen starting to fill up rather quickly. Steve wanted to be worried. He wanted to know if Rowan knew her app could do this, if she knew it was up and running again and it seemed to be twice as smart and twice as strong. But he was afraid of the answers. And honestly… he was willing to ignore all of that right now if it got her out of that hostage situation and back into his arms.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Jian rolled away from him, sleepily searching for a cooler spot to lie in. Fair, it was hot, but he had liked having her draped across his chest so he hadn't complained or moved her.

So far this vacation had been… amazing. If he had known vacations were this… fun… he would have taken one long before now. He had had to leave a week earlier to sneak his way back to Hawaii on one of the boats, a fly by night operation and then there were five days of sitting in a safe house waiting for things to die down. But there was no chatter about him being on the island, no chatter from the Five-0 end either but that was because they were busy.

Since he was early and he had time to wait, he had done a drive by the McGarrett house just to check up on Rowan and managed to catch them eating dinner. Shoulder to shoulder talking to one another just being… domestic.

She looked happy, she looked safe… she looked good and he guessed that was… good? He wasn't sure what he was expecting but uh… maybe a little sadness? He was definitely hoping that he'd find them mid argument and he could sweep in, maybe jump through the window or break the door down and rescue her from Steve, like a big brother should. But she didn't need him.

When Jian's plane landed on the island, he went to the airport to meet her, limiting his exposure by waiting by the car instead of going inside, it was a big risk but it had paid off. Having her run into his arms, hugging him tightly because she was so happy to see him had sent his heart fluttering so fast he was worried he might have been having a heart attack. They retreated to the hotel she had picked, decided they hated it and then moved to the Prince Waikiki which was the most expensive place on the island. She kept saying that the price didn't matter but the look on her face when he got her into the honeymoon suite told him that price was quite important after all.

Then it was all about exploring. She wanted to see pretty things but didn't want to hike, which was great because neither did he. They had a surfing lesson, jumped off the cliffs and into the water at three separate points and on the first night he pulled a leaf from McGarrett's date-night-notebook and took her to the Halona blowhole for making out and light showers.

The rest had all been about sex, art, and fine wining and dining his girl. But for the last two days they hadn't left the bed. She, because she was sick, he because he didn't want to leave her.

A bad batch of shrimp at a market had took her out of commission. They missed the art auction she was so excited for and today they would be missing a party in which he knew several illegal paintings would be sold off, had had been looking forward to showing her which ones in that collection he had stolen and sold off. Wo hadn't even been angry. He held her hair while she vomited, ordered pay-per-view and room service for them, and when she just wanted to lie down and sleep he lay down beside her and held her close.

She was much better the following morning, but not enough to want to leave. Turned out she liked to cuddle, much like Rowan did… maybe it was a girl thing. So instead of the party they had stayed in bed, cuddled up next to one another, simply dozing.

She decided she didn't want to be cool and had just finished draping herself happily across him when his phone started going nuts beside him.

She groaned against him, her arm tightening around him as he reached over quickly to shut it up. It better have been an alert saying that he had been compromised and had to leave because otherwise there was no point for anyone to be contacting him that many times in a row.

Sanctuary Alert. Professional. Red Level Situation.

Holy shit.

Wo Fat bolted up in bed.

Jian cried out as he had jolted her off of him and she hadn't been expecting it. She groaned his name at him but he didn't feel guilt, he felt fear and anger. What the hell kind of situation could she be in? Where the hell was McGarrett? He knew he couldn't trust McGarrett with her safety.

He opened the alert and read it over. Address, Emery's house… the illegal art sale… why was she at an illegal art sale? Unless Five-0 was involved… yeah Five-0 was probably investigating something involving the illegal art trade. Good thing he wasn't there… but then… why did McGarrett let her in? No, that wasn't the pattern, McGarrett would have stashed her somewhere safe so he could work on his case, Rowan would have left the safe place and gotten herself embroiled in the midst of whatever case Steve was working. So, the question was, how the hell did she get into that party? He had once given her a list of people she could go to for assistance with notes on how he knew them and what they would be good for. Had she… had she used him to get in?

But what was making this alert a red one?

Hostage situation. Multiple guards armed. Contact between Sanctuary and Professional lost.

Yeah that would do it.

"What is going on?" Jian asked sitting up and leaning against his shoulder. "What's the matter?"

He showed her the phone with the alert and she squinted her eyes at it as she read it. "I don't know what that means."

"It means Ro is in danger."

"Ro is the Professional?" she asked.

Wo Fat nodded. "It's a codename. Sanctuary is that app I was telling you about, tracks her wellbeing…"

"I thought that meant like… her sleep or like… if she gets emitted to the hospital… this says she's in a hostage situation. With gunmen… and a signal jammer?"

Her tone went up with that last one, meant she was asking him what that was. "It's a device that blocks all cellular and radio frequencies," he said. "She uh… she gets into situations like this a lot."

"What? Why?"

"Because she tries to help Steven with his cases," he answered. "I… uh… I gotta… I'm going to need to…"

She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It's alright, Wo," she whispered to him. "Go save your sister."

He smiled to her, turning to kiss her properly, holding her face in his hands. They kissed for a long while until he finally separated and jumped out of the bed. He had a rush, a sudden sense of lightness… he had never been so happy to run to Rowan's rescue before. God he was fucked up.

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It took less than five minutes for Sanctuary, or Sandy, to get the signal jammer unblocked. Which she very happily announced for all to hear. But she went quiet with an ominous: Searching for suitable device to pair to.

From what Jerry could tell, it hadn't left the computer it had just gone dormant. He had no idea how it had breached them in the first place and honestly Steve didn't want to know. All he wanted to know was if everyone was alright.

Which was why, when they managed to get video and audio to Chin and Kono he was immediately very, very happy.

"Hey guys! We got you back," Steve cried maybe a little too loudly. He could tell because Kono winced. "Alright guys, just listen to me, don't say anything. We don't want to draw any attention to ourselves."

With that order done he moved onto the more important parts. "Kono nod if all the hostages are okay?" he ordered which won him a soft discrete nod from her. Alright, onto the part that would calm his racing wild heart… at least a bit. "Chin… I know we have bigger issues but can you get me…"

Steve didn't even need to finish, Chin turned his head and there was Rowan. She sat there, awkwardly on her side due to her fancy ass fucking gorgeous as shit, he was gonna tear her up when he got her home, satin hunter green mermaid dress. She looked calm and collected looking around and surveying things, but her hands in her lap were wringing her fingers like she did when she was upset, like she did when she was thinking.

God he was just glad that she was okay but his chest tightened with the desire to wrap her up in his arms and soothe her fears, tightened with the knowledge that the house was on lock down and there were five men with guns standing between him and getting to do that for her.

"Just one last thing. Could you… uh… could you just hold her hand? She's nervous, I can tell, just hold her hand for me?" he asked he avoided everyone's eyes when he did it but Chin did as he asked slowly taking Rowan's hand and running his thumb over her knuckles.

For a moment she just stared at him as if not understanding and then she peered a little bit at the glasses, which she clearly knew were spy glasses despite no one telling her… probably… before smiling in that knowing way and then breaking out into a funny face. Steve couldn't help but smile, she had done this last time too, made funny faces from a window a shooter had put her up in during a completely different hostage situation.

God that felt like light years ago.

"Okay," he said taking in a shaky breath. "Chin, I need you to show me the shooters and where they're positioned."

He watched as Chin did as he was asked and they could take in all the different people in the room.

"Okay, stand by guys," he said and then left the truck to find Grover. "We've got six threats all armed with Steyr machine pistols. Three at the north watching the hostages, the other three packing up the artwork."

Grover nodded. "Alright. I'll have SWAT ready as soon as we can make entry," he said. "Uh… word on the street is your girl's network popped up with a new face, a new name and a new voice."

"Yeah… I don't know what that's about but it unjammed our signal jammer so right now I'm not complaining."

"Thought that thing was down."

"Me too," he said with a sigh.

Device paired.

Oh holy shit. Jerry turned up to Steve because they both recognized that familiar voice coming out of their feed. Seemed like someone had found themselves that new device they had been looking for.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Device paired.

Everyone in the room went quiet. No one knew where the voice was coming from. No one knew what that had meant, but it had been loud. Very loud.

Welcome… Professional… to the newly automated Sanctuary Network. You may call me Sandy.

Chin and Kono turned to Rowan who was wide eyed and mouth open staring at the keypad where the voice was coming from. Janssen turned to it as well, not sure what was happening. No one seemed to know what was happening. Which included Rowan, who, judging by her face, clearly hadn't been expecting that.

Professional is in a confirmed Hostage crisis. Threat level Red. Danger imminent. Analyzing options.

"What the hell is this?" Janssen shouted waving his gun around for everyone to see. But no one spoke up. Rowan shot a glance to Chin and Kono, the only two who would know what this was. Worry highlighting her face. Oh god, she wanted to speak up before someone got hurt.

"For the love of god keep her quiet!" Steve cried into their earpieces and Chin reached out of her hand to her again, giving it a quick squeeze. She turned her big blue eyes to him so full of fear and worry and he gave her a quick shake of his head so she knew not to say anything.

Options Analyzed. Nearest players have already been activated and are on-route for extraction. Isolating incident.

And just like that all the doors shuttered shut. His men dropped their positions, dropped the art they were wrapping up and putting into protective cases to check all the doors. But the door to Emery's office was shut and the door to the panic room would no longer open, even the man on the other side couldn't get them out.

They started pounding on the door, Janssen kept hitting the password into the keypad, but after three unsuccessful attempts the voice spoke again.

Override declined.

"What the hell is this shit?!" he cried turning to Emery. "This wasn't an option in any of the security logs I read. Turn this shit off."

But Emery just sat there blinking his eyes. "This isn't… I didn't… it's never…"

"If this isn't part of your programming what the hell is this?" Janssen shouted.

The Sanctuary network is a safety network designed for the protection of the Professional. As the situation has called for immediate intervention Sanctuary has taken full control of all automations until back up can be sent to her location.

They all took that in for a second. Silence hit the room because the app was talking to him, the app answered his question. It was listening. It could hear, it could adapt, it could respond. Had her app always been able to do this?

"HER?!" Janssen suddenly shouted and then turned to his men. "If it's a woman that eliminates quite a few people here now doesn't it?"

Chin and Kono kept looking at Rowan who had no idea what was happening, just that this was somehow tied to her app, an app she said was down. Well she clearly lied.

"Okay. Which one you bitches is Professional?" the Janssen shouted, his gun coming up. "Give yourself up OR I'll start shooting people."

And then as if to prove his point he unloaded a few rounds into the ceiling. Everyone yelped at that, even Rowan jumped. Both Kono and Chin jumped, not because of the shots but because of Steve's shouts in their ears. He was definitely panicking, but it wasn't just him they had to worry about because not seconds after the bangs hit the air the app was talking again.

Sanctuary has detected gunshots.

Threat level elevated. Analyzing options.

One of his cronies came up to Janssen. "The police have taken out our signal jammer and we've rounded up all the phones and turned them off but I'm still getting a signal only it's radio, not cellular."

Janssen took the reader from him and looked it over. "It's coming from inside the house," he murmured to them. He seemed to think that over, scanned all of their faces and then turned back to the keypad.

"Ah… so we have cops in here… is this all part of your game. A little voice to get me scared?" he taunted. "It's not working. You're going to have to try harder than that."

And Sanctuary more than delivered.

Lukas Janssen. Art Thief. Occasional Murder. Illusive, but low level, stupidly easy to identify. Too unsophisticated to be a worthwhile partner. Only talks in money. Rash actions to be expected if Pride is questioned. All others are hired guns. No one of big significance. Easy to buy, easy to replace, even easier to take down.

Now that seemed to scare him. That the voice knew his name. That it questioned his pride. That it called him stupidly easy to identify. That it called them unsophisticated and insignificant.

Choosing best course of action.

"That's it!" he snapped taking the reader and going around to each every one of them. When he got to Chin, Kono and Rowan they beeping intensified and he smiled dangerously at them. "So it's one of you three…" he said, his gun leveling first with Kono and then with Chin. It was the glasses, they were tracking the glasses.

That gun turned to her and she knew that if Steve lost visual when this guy was pointing a gun on them he'd be past upset. So she decided to do something about it.

"No, no wait! It's me… Not them," she said putting her hands out to ward him off as she tried to stand up. She fell back down and then sat there. "Actually, could one of you help me up, this dress… it's hard to move in…" and one of the men actually moved in to do it. He offered her his hands and easily tugged her up.

"Thank you," she said warmly. "It's really going to suck when they kill you."

Janssen swept him aside, the gun pointing haphazardly in her direction again. "No one's going to kill us, no one can get inside. How are you doing this?"

"It's… it's my phone… it… it emits a radio signal… even if you turn it off…"

"We took your phone."

"I just… I just told you… it emits a signal even when you turn it off." she told him. "And before you ask, now that she's paired up to the house not even my phone can turn her off."

He looked at her carefully, his eyes sliding up and down her body, god she hoped that they didn't call her bluff. Steve was silent in their ears thankfully but both Chin and Kono knew, they knew that he wouldn't be happy when they got out. He'd be livid that they couldn't keep her quiet.

"Who are you?" he asked. "You don't look or sound like a cop."

"Nope… I'm just me… the Professional…" she said with a laugh while he just glared at her.

"Fine. Be that way. Get it to open the doors," he ordered gesturing to the keypad with his gun. Rowan let out her breath, wow they uh… they believed that huh? He lowered the gun to grab her arm and she slapped his hand away hitting it over and over with her clutch until he let her go.

"Don't you touch me you slimly little French toad!" she snapped. "Just… give me a second okay? It takes a while to navigate in a dress like this… and in heels, I'd like to see you try it!"

"Just go!" he ordered roughly pushing her and Rowan huffed at him but she walked to the key pad, carefully stepping over people while he followed behind her.

She cleared her throat carefully before perfectly enunciating the following words: "Codename Professional, activating an override."

Override denied.

"What? No! I am the Professional. I'm ordering you to override!" she cried.

I'm sorry Professional but the override function is not available at this moment.

"What do you mean it's not available? Override, goddamn it! OVERRIDE!"

Override denied.

"WHY?!" she cried.

Force field protocols have been activated.

"Yes… but I didn't activate them! You're supposed to be DOWN, and you can't activate things on your own when you're down!"

Force field protocols have been activated by Master. Until orders are given Sanctuary will act in the Professional's best interest.

"Okay but you locked me in the room with the bad guys and now he's threatening to kill me, so how is that working out for you?"

Force field protocols have been activated by Master. Until orders are given Sanctuary will act in the Professional's best interest.

Rowan groaned and a gun clicked behind her ear and she just sighed. "I am trying!" she cried to him.

She half turned to him to find him glaring at her and she groaned again before turning to the computer and stifling yet another groan. "Sandy, can you please open the door?"

Force field protocols….

Rowan turned to him again. "Okay, I know you're mad… but you can see that I'm trying and it's not listening and it's not even supposed to be on, I didn't even know it could do this… this is… new!" Why the hell was he implementing upgrades to a system that was supposed to be turned off?!

Janssen leveled the gun with her face and Rowan pressed herself further against the wall.

"And what happens if I blow your brains out?"

Black Cat Protocols will be initiated immediately.

"And what are those?" he asked the computerized voice.

Black Cat Protocols if activated as a means of punishment and at it's highest alert level, will activate players who will be paid to hunt a subject down but not eliminate right away. If Professional is harmed, or is killed, the killer will be marked. The protocol will not be considered complete until all family is murdered, all assets are stolen or lost, all connections are compromised, all business is taken or put out of business, until all trust in fellow man is destroyed and the killer no longer has the will to live. If a player is terminated while Black Cat Protocols are still in place, another will be hired in it's place and so on and so forth. This will continue until the job is done and the killer has committed suicide or killed. Though suicide is the preferred form of death.

They all turned their eyes to Rowan who stood there wincing as if the words hurt her to hear. That was a lot to take in, especially since Rowan had activated Black Cat Protocols on a journalist who was going to ruin Grover with a terrible piece on him.

"I uh… I didn't come up with all the punishments… my brother really likes psychological warfare. And he's ridiculously patient for a man with his temper."

"Who are you?" he asked, she opened her mouth up to tell him her codename again but he lifted the gun and said: "Who you really are."

Rowan just stared at him she didn't want to do the name reveal, she just didn't. But that gun didn't move so she had no choice.

"I… uh… I'm Rowan Pierce."

And just like that they all took a step away from her. Rowan just let out a shaky laugh and waved. "Hi."

"Oh my god, do you know what he'll pay to get her back unharmed?" one of his cronies asked.

"Do you know how many people he had killed for just thinking that sentence to themselves?" she shot back. "It's uh… it's uh…"

76. 76 people have been killed in the pursuit of keeping the Professional safe.

"Oh my god she had a number," Rowan breathed out. She hadn't been aware that that was the amount of people he had killed for her.

Janssen looked at her up and down like he was disgusted. The gun came up. "I don't fear a girl with a computer voice. I don't fear a man who's not here to protect her. Where is your brother now, Pierce? How is your network going to save you when the only people in here with guns work for me?"

"No," one of the other guys said, forcibly pushing the gun down. "I'm not going down like this. We all know what he'd do, you just heard what happens if she dies. I'm not going to be apart of that."

"Well then it won't be you who pulls the trigger."

"No!" another shouted. "He won't differentiate, we were all involved, he'll go for us all."

"You are all cowards!" Janssen shouted. "She is one girl. He is one man. No one has that much power!"

He raised the gun again and Sanctuary started talking again.

Threat level reduced to Orange. Activate Hide and Seek Procedure in five… four... three… two…

What the hell was that? Okay… all she had to do was think. What had they said Hide and Seek was… oh… oh… shoot out… she was about to be in an ambush.

Rowan turned her frantic eyes to Kono, trying to will to her to understand what she was saying with only her eyes. Kono took Rowan's wide-eyed stare and knew, what was going to happen. "DOWN!" she shouted just as the automated voice got to one and Rowan threw herself into the corner.

The door to Emery's office flew open and someone, or a bunch of someone's opened fire, killing everyone with guns in the room for a second time.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!" Rowan kept shouting until finally the gunshots stopped and a man with a ballcap over his eyes stepped over everyone to get to her.

"Rowan Pierce?" he asked her as she stood in the corner hands over her ears and staring at him. She knew that face, she knew it anywhere. Shit he really was here. What the hell was he doing back on the island? Why the hell did he say her name like he didn't recognize her? "Confirm you're okay."

Rowan took the phone from him and scowled at it. She pressed a single button and with that he nodded at her like they were strangers in the dark.

"She's raised up the barricades and we got Five-0 coming in through the front door, so we gotta go, you're good now, yeah?" Wo Fat asked, his voice carefully low. When Rowan nodded, he leant down to growl: "And I won't be doing this again." and then he left her there, disappearing into Emery's office. Rowan slid down to the floor and not seconds later Steve was coming through the front door with his gun drawn.

Professional has confirmed rescue. Sanctuary shutting down. Have a nice day, Professional.

Steve stared at the keypad and then turned a glare back to Rowan. "Your network's down huh?"

Rowan stared at him for all of two seconds and then promptly started to laugh and cry at the same time. Steve watched her for a moment before abandoning his gun, kneeling down beside her and pulling her into a tight embrace.

And he didn't let her go for a long time.