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A/N: Happy Wednesday my lovely readers. I unno about you guys, but that part with Wo Fat made me cry when I wrote it. So we've gotten to the chapters that I think will be VERY cute, we're going to meet another minor character that I'm going to turn into a major character. I hope you guys enjoy the next set of chapters as much as I enjoyed writing them! Don't forget to drop me a review, I love hearing your opinions! See you Friday!

Chapter 158

Grover had called that morning and Chin had remarked that he was lucky because Chin had chosen to go fishing that morning and otherwise wouldn't have been awake when he called. He thought Grover would have laughed, but he didn't. He was all serious, requesting to come with him to fish, but not actually fish, so he could have a serious conversation about some issues he was having and what Chin's opinions of them were.

So Chin fished, fiddling and casting and bringing in fish after fish while Grover sat there talking about his problems. Lucky for him Chin could fish and listen at the same time.

"It's been a few weeks now since the last one. I was beginning to think maybe she's ready to get past it, but last night, man, it just…" Grover trailed off. Chin glanced over his shoulder to him as the man shook his head. He was clearly beaten up by this. "It was awful."

"Another nightmare, huh?"

"Yeah. The whole thing, the abduction, and being locked up in a cage, and watching Ian die and…" he trailed off again and Chin sat down beside him his fishing pole in his hand. "It just plays over and over on a loop in her head. And she can't… it just never ends. That son of a bitch Ian, man, he got under her skin. She can't shake it."

"You know… uh… Rowan and Steve… they both suffer from the same thing you know… Steve was saying her last round of nightmares… they were so bad she stopped breathing…"

"Yeah no offense to them, but they don't think like regular people. Steve maybe, but Rowan… she's on a whole 'nother level… like sometimes I swear she ain't human, no one thinks to do the things she does… you know?" Grover snapped. "And to be perfectly honest I don't want to go to either of them…"

Chin sensed a bit of hostility there. "Uh… is everything okay?"

"Yeah… I guess I'm just a little frustrated because Rowan is part of the reason this is happening. Obviously I'm grateful. But I'm both grateful and livid," Grover said. "She saved my baby… but she also sent Wo Fat there in the first place… I mean… I know not personally, I know she thought he was off the island, but she never thought to tell them not to kill someone in front of Samantha?"

Chin nodded. "Rowan makes rash decision, and those decisions aren't always the best when she's angry. She wanted Ian to pay for what he did, I guess she thought not doing it in front of Samantha was a given. She sometimes forgets how they think…"

"Forgets how they think… she thinks like them!"

"Yeah, also scary," Chin said. "But uh… the alternative was Ian having Samantha a lot longer than he did. The truth is… if Rowan hadn't intervened we would have been on the hook for a lot of money, and Ian could have double crossed us…"

"I guess…"

"Look we both know what it's like to not what to close our eyes, even Rowan knows what that's like," Chin said sitting down beside him. "But the only cure for that, though, is time."

"This is killing me," Grover announced after some silence. "I feel utterly helpless. Every night, I pray to God to take this thing off of her and put it on me because I can handle it. This is my little girl. She shouldn't have to carry this."

"You know what Lou? Let me tell you something. You're doing the only thing you can do. You're being there for Samantha. Knowing she's got a father that loves her and will do whatever it takes to keep her safe… which includes letting his crazy friend sic her even crazier brother on the bad guys. That's exactly what she needs right now."

Grover nodded and Chin stood up to fish some more. He turned back to him, thinking carefully before tackling the next subject. "Look… uh… please don't uh… don't let Rowan know you're mad at her. She's really worried about her monstrous side, that's what she calls it, and we all know what she does when she's upset."

Grover scoffed. "I'm not stupid, I know Steve can't take another running…" he said shifting on the bench he was sitting on. "I won't say anything to her. I'm not that mean."

Chin nodded again and threw out his line once more. God he hoped Grover didn't let on that he was mad at Rowan, her reaction may not have been as bad as if it had come from Steve but it sure as hell wouldn't be good either way.

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Grace knew that her Uncle Steve was super happy that she had asked him to help her with this. Grace knew, before she asked, that he'd say yes because her Uncle Steve always wanted to help her out. But as he ran beside her forcing her to keep going, she both loved and hated him.

"Dig deep. You got this. Keep breathing!" he called as she pushed herself. She was tired and her legs and lungs hurt, and it was annoying that Steve was running beside her not even breaking a sweat. "Just a little further. Alright now, push yourself now. Push yourself! Straight away, push yourself. Go, grace! Go!"

She was sure he let her pull forward, she was sure he slowed down purposely to make her feel like she was going faster. But it worked and she made the rest of the distance without needing to stop.

He let her stop across the street at the stop sign they had originally started at and she doubled over and braced herself on her legs to catch her breath. He smiled happily at her, having stopped on the other side of the crosswalk as he checked his watch and made his way over to her.

"Hey! That right there I'd what we call a six-minute, 19-second mile," he said with a grin and then hit her with a high-five as she panted and tried not to die.

But since her Uncle Steve had started running with her, she had been getting faster, and this had been getting easier.

"That President's Physical Fitness medal is in the bag. You hear me?" he said. Grace tried to smile at him, he was so excited, but she was worried about what was going to happen if she didn't make it. He'd be devastated. She didn't want to disappoint her Uncle Steve.

"Good, because I didn't do so hot last year," she reminded him.

He just waved that off. "Forget about last year. This year's gonna be different."

"Thanks for helping me Uncle Steve," she said for the millionth time. "Danno says the only thing he hates more than swimming is running."

He waved that off too. "Don't worry about Danno. You know it scares me to think what that guy's gonna be like when he actually is a grumpy old man."

Grace was too breathless to laugh but she couldn't help it. "I know."

"You know, if it makes you feel better, when I asked your Auntie Ro to come with us, she just said: Why? Are we being chased? So you know… you've got a grumpy old man, I have a sarcastic old lady…"

"Auntie Ro's not old, she's like twenty years younger than you," Grace told him, word for word just like Rowan had told her to say, and he frowned.

"It's only 9 year… did Ro tell you to say that?"

Well she had, she said it was a teasing thing and that Steve would laugh, but he wasn't laughing right now. Luckily Grace didn't have to answer that question because there was the peel of screeching tires and that got her attention. "That looks just like your car, Uncle Steve."

They both turned and watch a Marquis drive right past them. Steve's eyes narrowed as he watched it swerve through the road past them. "That's because it is my car!" he cried. He turned back to her panic lighting up his features. He clearly didn't want to leave but he also really wanted to chase the guy.

"Okay, listen, you don't move from this spot, okay? You don't talk to anybody…" "I won'!" "Just don't move!" "I won't I won't, I promise, Go!" she ordered, but he didn't leave just yet.

He tossed her his phone. "Call Ro." And then he disappeared chasing his car.

Grace waited for him to go and then unlocked his smart phone. The background on his phone was this cute picture she had taken of Rowan and Steve on the beach. Rowan was in Uncle Steve's lap and he had his arms around her and he two of them were looking down at each other like they saw nothing else. She loved Aunt Ro's smile in that picture, she looked really happy.

But she wouldn't be happy now.

She dialed Rowan's number and she picked up on the third ring. "Hey baby!" she sang, and then before Grace could tell her it was her and not Steve, Rowan was talking again. "Are you done your run already? Ohh… are you all sweaty? You know I like when you're all sweaty. ETA on coming home? I can't wait to get you in the shower and help you wash it all off …"

"It's Grace, Aunt Ro…"

Grace heard nothing but silence. "Aw…. Shit-sticks… God why didn't you just inter… okay, you know what, I'm sorry, I'm sorry you had to hear that. Don't tell your father about any of this…"

"Hey, don't worry about it, it's okay…I won't tell Danno anything," she said even though she was traumatized.

Rowan blew out a heavy sigh of relief. "Where's Steve… he's not having a heart attack is he?"

"No, his car just got stolen…" "What? But he took the Marquis, who would want to steal that?"

"I don't know but someone did."

"Huh… probably to junk it. Don't tell Steve I said that either. Where you guys at I'll come pick you up."

She gave Rowan the number and hung up just as Steve came jogging up. Okay… he didn't catch the guy? "Aunt Ro says she's coming," she told him and he nodded.

He had his phone in his hand for all of two seconds before it started ringing. He answered quickly, said his last name in that gruff tone that meant he was angry. He listened. Said he'd by right there and then said: "Hey, wait, don't hang up. I need to report a car stolen," he said and the growled. "Yeah, mine!"

Ohhh she felt bad for whoever stole his car. They were in for it when Steve caught them.

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His car. His father's car. The only thing he had left from his father had been stolen right out from under him. He was angry, he was upset, he was about to fucking cry, but best believe when he found that thief they were going to feel a lot worse than he was feeling right now. He had wanted to stay home, he had wanted to stay with Rowan and hold her close because he knew she would make him feel better. He didn't want to go on an active case with Danny who wouldn't understand and often made him feel worse about how he felt. And considering he hadn't been too happy to find out he left Grace unattended to chase down the car thief he had a feeling he would be in for an argument when he finally saw Danny face to face.

He got out of his truck, saw Danny waiting for him, clocked the look on his face and sighed. Yep, he was in for an argument. Still as he approached he said: "Yo!"

"Hey! Let me ask you a question. Okay? At what point did you think I that it was a good idea to leave my innocent 12-year-old daughter alone in a deserted street by herself? When did you think that was okay?" Danny cried and Steve found himself sighing. And there it was. He didn't even get a good morning.

Steve clapped a hand to Danny's shoulder. "Good morning. I'm fine. How are you?"

"No. No, no, no. No. Don't do that, okay. Answer the question," he ordered.

"What? It's not like I left her in the middle of Makaha."

"Oh right, right. Because deviants and nut jobs and psychopaths, they only hunt victims in high-crime neighborhoods!" Danny cried.

"She was never in any danger, Danny. I left for, like, not even five minutes. She had my phone, she was on a call with Rowan the whole time. Okay. I mean, you're overreacting like usual."

"I'm overreacting," Danny echoed.

"Yes, you're over…. I'm sorry I don't obsess over every possible worst-case scenario in life."

"No, just when it comes to Rowan."

"Okay, hey! Don't do that," Steve snapped coming to a stop to glare at him. "I'm working on it. I swear it's because of you, I picked it up from you."

"You also do it with Catherine and your mother."

"Shut up. Just just…"

"No, you're right, you just obsessed over a death trap on wheels."

"That car is a classic, mind yourself," Steve warned.

"Please. With the sales pitch. It's a classic piece of junk, that car!" Danny cried.

Steve knew he was just upset and trying to hurt Steve, but that hurt a little bit too much. "You know what that car meant so me, do you not?" he shouted whirling around to face him. Danny came to a standstill and just stared at him.

"Okay, don't do that. You do something wrong, and then you turn it around and I'm the bad guy."

"You are the bad guy!" Steve cried. "You can't see how you're the bad guy in this?"

Luckily the argument was interrupted by Chin who simply asked: "Are you guys still seeing that therapist?"

They were but that was not what he wanted to hear today. Chin took in the silence and the dark glares between them and said: "Alright you guys need a few more sessions."

Yeah he didn't need that today either.

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Steve had tried to be focused on the case, it shouldn't have been that hard. They thought they were dealing with Delano again it was hard for Chin so Steve had stood beside him for it. But it became clear that it wasn't even about Delano, but some cold case. All cases deserved his undivided attention but when they called in an update on his car… well… let's just say the case didn't have his full attention anymore.

They had found his car up in Waiane, in the Ma'ili Beach Park area.

Up on cinderblocks. Windows missing, hood up and an entire car door gone.

Steve looked it over about ready to cry and Pua and Duke were purposely giving him distance as he took it all in, hands on his hips.

"Son of a bitch," he swore at them and they both winced.

"It's not that bad, McGarrett," Duke said.

"It's not that bad? There's no wheels on my car."

"There's no physical damage other than parts missing and those are all replaceable," Duke told him. He was trying to be helpful. He was trying to soothe him. Steve appreciated the effort but it didn't work.

"They're not replaceable!" Steve cried. "Everything on this car except for the windshield is original from the factory. Just like the day my dad brought it home."

He went about taking pictures of the damage, while Duke and Pua took in the real reason he was upset. His dad's car was torn up. His dad's car, the car they spent so much time working on, sometimes together but most of the time alone, had been taken apart.

"There's a homeless encampment on the beach not far from here. Maybe somebody saw something," Pua added and Steve sighed. Great. His car was being sold off piece by piece for food or drug money. Just fucking wonderful.

"Listen I want any spare units canvassing the area for anybody who many have seen somebody driving her. I don't care what you gotta do, we gotta find this guy."

"You may also want to look at this," Duke said and then let Pua take over.

"Whoever's been stripping the car left their tools behind. I'm thinking they'll probably be back for more."

"You know what? Let's leave it just where it is. Duke I want around-the-clock surveillance on it. Contact Auto Crime. Have them canvass the area for all the body shops around here, see if we can find the jackass selling my parts."

"Will do," Duke said moving off to make those calls as he said he would.

"Do you want me to get CSU to process it first?" Pua asked.

Steve thought back to all the times he and Rowan had fucked in the back seat of that car, how it would probably light up under black light. He shook his head. "Aw, it's just gonna attract unnecessary attention," he said instead.

"Ma'am, you're not allowed back there…" an officer called and when Steve turned he found that Rowan's purple GTO was parked beside his truck and she was quickly moving past the officer who was trying to ward her off.

"It's fine she's with me," he called and Rowan came up to the scene of the crime. He watched her take in the damage, looking back at the car he loved so much, knowing she felt the same way about it as Danny did.

If she told him it was junk he'd pick her up and deposit her in the waves crashing against the beach just a few feet away from them.

"Ooooh," Rowan groaned as she came up to the car. "Damn it is bad."

Steve gestured to Rowan and Duke and Pua groaned. "See!" he cried. Yes, his girl got him. She looked it over before turning back to him, reaching out a hand to hold his. Just that motion alone made him love a little more than before.

"Okay… so like… the best place to offload stuff like this is this little garage just a few minutes from here so Duke… you should totally…"

"How do you know that?' Steve asked interrupting her.

Rowan paused and then blinked her eyes at him. "Do you really want that answer?"

Steve shook his head at her instead of pressing her for more information. He moved towards the back of the car and opened up his trunk. "What is all that?" Pua asked.

"It's a vintage car survival kit," Steve answered absently.

"Yeah because the thing barely runs," Rowan answered. Steve glared at her again and she just shrugged. "I told you not to take it today, I'm surprised you made it all the way down to… where were you today?"

"Stop helping," he snapped instead of answering her question.

He went about fiddling with things and Rowan sighed but followed him as he did. "What is he doing?" Pua asked.

"Showing off," Rowan snapped just as Duke said: "Not needing CSU."

They went to the hood where Steve had sprayed his concoction on the glass and was using the water bottle to wash it off. After a few seconds prints appeared on the glass.

"Pua, run these prints through AFIS see if we get a hit."

"Uh… are those possibly mine?" Rowan had gotten up on her tippy toes to whisper that into his ear, Steve, the second she had put her hands to his shoulder to pull herself up to him had leaned down to get closer to her. Steve paused. Crap, he had fucked her up against the hood of the car once… or twice… or more… and recently too. Fuck that had been hot. And if the situation hadn't been so dire the memories alone might have hit him a little harder.

"Yeah those might be hers," he told them "Just uh… yeah… if they're hers I know how they got there and it's not in relation to this."

"How did they get there?"

"Uh… well… Pua, that's private…" he said shooting him a little bit of a smirk. Duke's eyes widened, Pua's mouth fell open and shock and suddenly Rowan was blushing and digging her elbow into his side in retribution for the comment that he never should have made.

Rowan scowled at him. "Really, really Steven?"

"What? They all know how they would have got there, it's pretty obvious."

"Uh… I wasn't thinking that," Duke offered.

Pua nodded emphatically. "I just assumed she was helping you fix something up," he said. Damn… why didn't Steve think of that… maybe because he knew Rowan's hand prints wouldn't be in places that would make sense if she were helping him fix the car? He paused for a bit before adding: "Now I'm thinking about it though… was it comfortable like that? I feel like no."

"Oh my god," Rowan growled. "That's it. Never again."

Panic hit Steve's body quicker than he cared to admit. She wasn't talking about withholding sex was she? Because their sex life was too amazing for him to lose it now. "Ro, we both know…"

"I meant in the car. Never again, near, on or in the car. ANY CAR!" Rowan shouted.

"Whoa, whoa, wait, let not be rash here!" he cried but Rowan was already shaking her head and walking away while repeating: "Nope. Never again."

Steve glared at Pua with a darkness that scared him. "If I seriously don't get to have sex in any car cause of you I'm going to end you," he warned before storming off.

Pua just stood there, shocked and afraid. God, he just wanted to know… you know… for his girlfriend. Now there was a good chance he was going to die.