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A/N: Happy Friday my lovely readers. How is everyone liking all the cute stuff we got? Is it cute enough? It's gonna get even better just you wait! I'm so excited for some of the chapters coming up. Also, we got a vote on the special chapter, a amped up smut scene or Steve rushing to an in-labour Rowan. For the amped up smut scene I have Rowan and Steve's first time as a married couple, which is very, very steamy I promise, but a bit short. As for the rushing to Rowan who's in labour, I have the scene for Rowan giving birth to their second child Royal. Now that I've clarified, does that sway which one you guys want? What do you think? Don't forget to leave me a review about what you wanna read for the 200th episode and I'll see you guys on Monday.

Chapter 162

Danny rushed into the Tripler Army Medical Center looking for Steve. And the further he went into hospital all he saw, instead, were the people who had been with him and Joe during the accident, all of them were in critical condition or worse, which made him wonder what condition he'd find Steve in. When he finally found Steve relief washed over him, and he could finally breathe right again because Steve's injuries were all minor.

Steve had Rowan curled up to his side regardless of the fact that he was getting bandaged up at that moment, so he hadn't noticed Danny's appearance which meant Danny could catch his breath and put on a sour face because he sure as hell didn't want Steve to know that he was worried.

"You know what? Why don't you get an apartment, next door, because you're here so often, huh? How about that?" he said instead, announcing his arrival that way.

"Hi Danny," Rowan whispered in a subdued quiet way that made him actually look at her. The girl was deathly pale and clinging to Steve.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Steve snapped and then watched Danny, clocking his stare and added: "Nahele's sick she might have caught it… also saw a lot of blood and bodies, not sure which it is," he too glanced down to her to where she was nuzzling into his shoulder, a death grip on his uninjured arm. "Also, she was up most of the night with the kid cause he was throwing up, I think it's catching up with her. You can take her home, right?"

Sure he could do that, he wouldn't mind doing that, but Rowan shook her head and stifled a yawn. "No. I'm good. I'm fine. Can I stay with you?"

"Who's staying with Nahele?"

"I put the hook on Mrs. Norris from next door until I get back. Besides, last I checked he was half eating soup and playing with his game thingie… he'll be fine," she said and then turned those big blue blinking eyes at him and with a little pout asked: "Please let me stay with you?"

Just like that Steve melted, Rowan wasn't going to leave his side now, a team of wild horses wouldn't be able to take her away from him. He didn't flat out say that she could stay, but she knew she was getting her way, they all knew it. "It's a PS3 Rowan," he reminded her weakly and she just shook her head against him again and he smiled in that way that Danny knew, just knew, that Steve was lost to the world now.

Danny shook his head. "Let's just make sure the doctors punch his card, right?" he asked which earned him scowls from both Joe and Steven.

"Don't look at me like that," he snapped. "Neither of you made smart decisions to day. I expect them from Steve but you, Rowan? Why the hell would you even think of driving your pastel purple, highly noticeable, bullseye of a car into that situation… and why the hell would you then chase after the guy at the behest of this idiot?"

"Danny, don't yell her, we've talked about this, don't fucking yell at my girl," Steve snapped a hand out to ward Danny away from Rowan who had curled herself even more closely into his side.

"He's Five-0 and he commandeered my car. It was either I drive or him… and I'm better at it."

"Better at it… I mean you're good but I wouldn't say you're better than me…" Steve said but Danny shook his head.

"No, Rowan's better, hands down, she takes turns like she's Picasso at the wheel," he said. "Trust me, I have always felt safer with her."

"Okay if you two ladies are done," Joe snapped before turning to the doctor and very politely saying: "Could you give us a minute, please? Thank you."

Once they were gone, both Joe and Steve stood up, except for Rowan who just lay down on the gurney, and reached a hand out to Steve. He took her hand without question and then asked: "What do we got?"

"Not much. We got traffic cams showing your guys taking Lange from the sprinter and putting him in a cargo van, no plates, last seen heading north. HPD's trying to run a background on the patient right now, to see if maybe there's some sort of MO."

Steve awkwardly went about collecting his things with one hand, refusing to let Rowan go, of even saying to her that he needed his hand.

He glanced at Joe before saying: "Well, I'll tell you something that was a well-executed hit. This wasn't personal, I'm thinking… I'm thinking this could be an act of terrorism."

"If their goal is to weaponize the virus, that's a hell of a threat," Joe said with a sigh.

"Well… look the whole island is on lockdown, okay? CDC's setting up screening systems at the airports, harbors, everything is being monitored. There is zero chance those guys are leaving with Lange," Danny said.

From the gurney Rowan suddenly gasped, this wheezing sort of noise and Steve sort of winced. Oh… did that mean she had just gotten a vision.

"Is she okay?" Joe asked.

"I don't know," Steve said turning back to her, focusing on her properly.

"Did you get a shock?" Danny asked. He peered over at her, noting that she had curled up around her chest her knees coming up like she was in pain. "What did you see Rowan, what did you see?"

"That was a big one," Steve whispered kneeling down beside her. "Babe, babe look at me…"

"Barn," Rowan gasped. "He's in a barn. With bee. Barn. Bees. Carson."

Oh, hot damn she had a vision but it wasn't a good one. She was wheezing, she had started sweating and Danny finally understood what Steve had meant when he said her visions were gripping her a little too tightly recently. "Everything's blurry, I can't… they're wearing blue suits… I can't… I'm so hot and everything hurts and I can't breathe…"

Steve's hands went to her face. "Let it go Rowan, I don't need it, let it go!" he said shaking her until she started breathing right.

"What was that?" Joe asked. "That didn't look like one of her regular visions."

"She's been having trouble with them recently… for a while actually… they're affecting her badly," he whispered, stroking her cheek as Rowan's own hands reached out to him, one hand playing with his hair, the other stroking the creases by his eye.

Danny put a hand to his shoulder. "I'm gonna get her home, okay?" he said to Danny but Rowan surprised them all but sitting up. Steve stood, helping her off the gurney though she didn't need his help. His hands were fisting the fabric of her shirt by her sides. She tried smiling up at Steven but he was still frowning at her.

"I'm good, you guys are busy. I can get myself home."

"Are you sure? Now that the adrenaline's gone, should you be driving by yourself?" Steve asked. Rowan just tried to smile at him and nodded enthusiastically. He clearly didn't want to argue, he bent his head towards hers as he whispered: "Okay, well I'll walk you to the lobby then… I uh… I have something I need you to clear up."

Rowan nodded, Steve told Joe and Danny he'd be right back and then he was escorting his girl through the hallway and towards the main entrance.

"So uh… something happened in the SUV, after the crash… something I'm going to need you to explain."

"Okay?"

"Sandy popped up on the GPS and assessed the situation," Steve told her and Rowan turned to him surprised. "You didn't know she was tracking me too?" Rowan shook her head. Okay that was reassuring at least. "Do you know why she's tracking me now?" Rowan winced and he sighed, oh no that was not good. "What have you done?"

"Okay, well, I can tell you what I've not done, and that's tell him to do this," she said. "But I… uh… this might be a direct reaction to our last conversation."

"Conversation? What after you rescued me… outside the hospital? I thought you just told him that you two were done," Steve reminded her.

Rowan winced again and dread crept up his spine raising the hairs on the back of his neck. "Well… uh… yes, I did say that to him, but that wasn't our last conversation. Our last conversation was uh… more recent."

"You've talked to him recently?"

"Uhm… yes… maybe once or twice."

"Rowan…"

"Look, it was only twice and it's really not a big deal. The first one was Christmas, I just said Merry Christmas, thanked him for the gift…" "HE GAVE YOU A CHRISTMAS GIFT?!" "That's not the issues, Steven, uh… yeah, all I said after that was that this doesn't change anything and that was the end of conversation. The second time was after we found out about Sandy, he called to ask me if I was okay and I said I was and then asked him to take the app down and he shot me down… and you know… we talked about things."

"Like what?"

"Well… he was a little upset, he misses having me around, I guess, and I was the only family he had left… so… you know… yeah…" she said clearing her throat. "And I supposed this all sort of got sparked by him asking me why I'm more mad about what he did to you than I was about him shooting me."

"You said it again, didn't you?" Steve growled. "You told him you don't care about you, you care about me, right?" her face was answer enough. "Fuck… Rowan…"

"Well we had a heart to heart about how I feel about you, and how you're important to me, and how I couldn't possibly have him back in my life because I couldn't trust him with you and now the app's tracking you… so… yeah…"

"So, he's got the app making sure I'm okay, because you told him I'm important to you and you can't let him back into your life until I'm okay with him?"

"I suppose."

"So, if he saves me a bunch of times, I'll have no choice but to forgive him because I'll owe him, right?" he snapped. "Like… saving me a few times will make up for torturing him, killing my father and chasing away my mother, and if he does it enough times I'll have no choice but to bend to his demands?"

Rowan paused and blinked her eyes. "Why do you have to make it so…. nefarious? Couldn't he just be tracking you to make sure that you're okay, because you're important to me and your job is dangerous?"

"BECAUSE THE MAN IS A PSYCHOPATH AND HE HATES ME ROWAN!"

Rowan flinched and took a step away from him and Steve immediately frowned. He didn't want her scared of him, he didn't want to be arguing with her about her brother. He just wanted to hold her but she was too far away for him to reach.

"I'm sorry… it's not… I didn't tell him… it was just one conversation."

Yeah one conversation and one extra phone call that she felt the need to lie to him about. But that got him thinking.

"Wait… that Christmas talk… that's the phone call you said you were having with Pete… where you said you missed him?"

"Oh… uh… yeah…"

"You miss him?!"

"Well… yeah… he's the only one that really gets me, Steve!"

"That gets you?" Steve echoed.

"Yeah… like… I unno, you're going to think it's stupid," she said folding her arms over her chest and staring down at her shoes.

Steve put his hands on his hips and glared at her. "Try me."

Rowan huffed at him rolled her eyes to the ceiling and then had the absolute nerve to say: "He just accepts me for who I am. He just… understands me. He understands me, he accepts me and he cares about me. Okay? I feel like I don't have to hide who I am, or change or try to be something I'm not. I can honestly say that I could kill someone and he wouldn't look at me any different."

Steve blinked his eyes at her, absolutely horrified that she had the gall to say that to him. "Of course none of that phases him, Rowan, the man's an international criminal who murders and tortures people for fun."

Rowan looked down at her shoes again with a sigh. "I'm going to go home."

She went to turn away, she was going to offer up no hug to him, no good-bye, she wasn't even going to look at him. No, he couldn't let that happen. Steve reached out for her again, pulling her back to him. He kissed her before she could apologize again or ask him what was going on.

"I'm not mad. I'm a little hurt, not going to lie, but I don't want you to go off with a bad feeling. I don't want you to leave here thinking I'm mad at you" he told her. And silently added: and I don't want you to run. "I just want to ask one more question, do you plan on speaking to him again?"

Rowan quickly shook her head. "No. I swear. The Christmas call was because he called me first. I know I shouldn't have answered but everything that had happened between me and him… it was fresh and I just… you know… it was Christmas and then the second one was about Sandy, I swear that's it," she said. "None of it was social, strictly business."

Steve smiled at her. "Well alright then," he whispered. He kissed her again and then bowed his forehead to hers. "Text me when you get home and keep me updated on Nahele."

"Will do," she whispered kissing him lightly before stepping away. "And don't you catch anything contagious, Steven McGarrett."

Steve smiled at her watching her as she walked away from him. He may have told her that he was okay with finding out that her and Wo Fat had remained in contact, even if it was briefly and only for business, but he was lying. He was not okay with it, he just wasn't certain what he was going to do about it just yet.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

A lot had happened in the time between Rowan going home and Steve taking the case. They figured out that someone had hacked the CDC which was how they got the info about when Steve and Joe would be transporting him and what route they'd take. He found out that the only person who could take the virus out of Lange's blood and weaponize it was missing, his wife had been held hostage no doubt to make him do what the kidnappers wanted him to do. It was becoming clearer that this was a terrorist plot, they just didn't know who they were going after or who they were.

Rowan had texted him updates about Nahele as requested, like how he was apparently quite worried that Steve had gotten in an accident, the kid hadn't thrown up since breakfast, and his fever was finally going down. But it was the four missed calls from her paired with a Come home ASAP text that sent him in a panic back to his own house.

He threw the door open shouting Rowan's name with Joe following after him. Steve was already heading for the stairs, ready to take them by fours if he had to.

"Hey, hey quiet, he's sleeping again," came from the living and he practically wiped out as he turned towards her voice. As soon as he spotted her, pushing herself up off of the couch, he was heading for her. He noted that she was also eating soup and drinking tea. And a bottle Advil was beside her mug.

"Are you getting sick?" he asked but Rowan shook her head. His hands were already at her elbows, to pull her to his chest, to quell the nervousness that had taken over by touch alone.

"I think its PTSD queasiness from this morning," she whispered. "But that's not why I got you to come down here."

Steve sighed. "You better have a good reason for panicking me like that," he warned her and she just smiled at him.

"I do," she said proudly. "I found the barn, the bees and the Carson."

Steve stared at her and then so did Joe who now had her rapt attention. She brought something out of her pocket, her phone, fiddled with it a bit and then showed him the screen. It was her app, he knew that much but the image on the screen was of someone's face. Black hair, cold green eyes, big bushy black beard. Rowan just smiled at them like they were supposed to know who that was.

"Michael Carson, I think you know him," she said to Joe and Steve turned to Joe surprised. Wait, he did?

Joe sighed, good god she was right. "Ex-CIA profited off the war in Afghanistan. He got caught trying to smuggle illegal gold into the USA."

"Well he got released from jail a year ago, started buying up means and men, that's how I got him," she said. She fiddled with the screen again and pulled up an address. Fuck she had a whole fucking file. "That is the address to his compound where he's bought a crap tonne of bees, you guys know what that's for right? Cause up until I read this, I had no idea bees could be used to cause mass pandemics."

Yeah it was a real surprise, but these were things that people like Carson would have got briefed on as part of his training. Just like Joe. Steve glanced to his mentor and noted that his eyes were going from Rowan to the information on her phone.

"And how much of what that man has was provided by your brother?" Joe asked.

Rowan glared at him. "Everything except the science stuff, the virus and the bees," she said. "He's already got his money so he's not going to care if I send you guys to kick down the door… or at least I don't think he will, I'm sort of just hoping he doesn't find out."

Steve glared at her, Rowan avoided his eyes and Joe just stared at the app with rapt interest.

"Why is it all grey?"

"It's running automatedly now," she said. "I've been uh… we're not talking right now…"

"Ever again," Steve muttered.

"Ever again," Rowan amended. "But he has the app running independently because he doesn't trust Steve to take care of me."

"If it's running automatedly how did you get access to all this?" Joe asked and Steve nodded. Yes that was a good question.

"Wo Fat had files for me, contacts and people. Uhm… most of it was for blackmail but also so I'd know who I could go to help and what they'd be able to help me with," she admitted. "Automated or not I still have access to his files. I just put in a search for the last name Carson and a farm, and I got a hit."

There was silence for a moment before Rowan clicked something and then an aerial shot of the compound in question was on her screen. She held it out for them to look at and Joe took it out of her hand immediately. She cleared her throat and said: "He's got a little village type thing over in Hau'ula, all the buildings are red, and they have a barn like structure they've turned into a lab, which is probably why I got stuck on farm. It's not really a farm though. There are bees, and I'm about 95% certain that they have your guy there."

Steve smiled at his girl. "Alright, thanks, babe, text me the address."

"Whoa, wait a second, I'm coming with you," she said. Steve opened his mouth to argue but Rowan shook her head. "Nope, you need me to come with you."

"Why?"

"Well for starters all the information about people, ammo and back entrances are on my phone and you're not taking my phone. And Secondly, there's a 75 percent chance that you're going to need someone who can drive smoothly and quickly. And that is me and you know it."

"You can drive a truck?" Joe asked surprised.

"I had to learn how to drive all sorts of vehicles when I was a getaway driver. Trust me, I'm the girl for this."

And for some reason, for a reason Joe didn't understand, Steve not only trusted her, but he agreed. And then poor Mrs. Norris was on the hook to watch Nahele as he slept again.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Steve had one rule for her. Stay back. Stay away until Kono called her to drive the van. The plan was she would be left behind in the tall grass, and she wasn't supposed to move, ever, unless one of the bad guys was coming for her. If that was happening, she was to keep to the tall grass and call for Steve. If he couldn't get to her one of his Five-0s would.

They all snuck in through the tall grass, splitting ways once it came to going after the men. But Rowan, despite being told to stay back, despite promising she wouldn't move, was on the prowl after them. She let them deal with the situation but she was being pulled towards a blue truck that said it was a honey distributor's truck. She'd need this truck, she knew it and once the bullets started flying, she had locked herself in the van, figuring that she wouldn't get in too much trouble cause she was relatively safe at least.

Rowan had kept low, only peeking every once and a while, which was how she saw them. The two men coming for the truck. Aw fucking hell. One went around the passenger side, the other came for her.

As soon as he opened the door, however, she kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying, but she completely forgot about the other guy until he had his gun jammed into her neck, right below her skull. She couldn't turn to face him, but she could see his face reflected in the window across from her.

Rowan blinked her eyes at the face reflected back at her but stayed quiet. She wasn't sure what to say or what to do at this point, but there came a shout that she knew was in Joe's voice and then more bullets came at them. She cringed and he decided she was useful. Still standing beside her, in the door between the cargo hold and the driver's box, he pressed the gun deeper into her skin, which she didn't think was possible.

"Drive bitch!" he ordered so she did. She pressed on the gas so fast she saw dirt kick up, she heard things topple over and she watched that poor man with the big bushy beard go flying. Haha, serves him right. When he got up again, she took a hard swerve and watched him fly into the wall. She waited until he got up again before swerving the opposite direction and he went flying again.

She smiled to herself. God, she forgot how much fun it was to drive like this.

She got distracted by a turn in the road and heard a gun click behind her ear. "Pull over…" was the start of the command but something, or someone grabbed him from behind and dragged him away. Rowan hazarded a peek over her shoulder. That would be Joe, coming to her rescue. How nice of him.

The man slammed him into the wall and Rowan swerved again the momentum sending them sprawling in the opposite direction so Joe could slam him into the wall.

"Thanks Rowan," he called out as she heard a few punches land, though she wasn't sure who was winning at this point.

"I mean, you're welcome, but I'm really freaking out right now, Joe," she said. There came two-gun shots and then silence. She called Joe's name and got no response. "Okay, freaking out even more now."

Joe came into the driving area being sure to shut the door tightly behind him. He looked at her quickly and then added: "Don't panic…"

"Are the bees loose?" she asked.

"Yes, they are."

"Did you get stung?" she asked.

Joe looked at her. "That's not how… you know what, no, no Rowan I have not been stung, we're both going to be okay," he said to her and she just nodded. She didn't dare look at his face in case he was lying, but she checked. He was injured and he was lying. Well. Fuck.

"You're bleeding again," she said gesturing to his face. "And I can hear Steve screaming from here." Joe put a hand to his face and then looked down to the comm link that had fallen from his ear in the fight.

Joe. Talk to me. What's going on? Where's Rowan?

"She's here, she's fine. She's magic, behind the wheel kid, we could have used her in Afghanistan, let me tell you," he said. "Carson's dead though."

Oh, so that man was Carson? Well he was shit anyway. She turned the van out onto the road and as they went over a bridge Joe gestured to where he wanted to go. Rowan just nodded.

"Are we doing what I think we're doing?" she asked him and he nodded. "Like you're sure, you want me to go…"

She gestured to the pier and he nodded again. Rowan nodded too. Alright. She was really going to do this… again… her goal? Don't roll the fucking truck.

What are you doing? Steve's voice came at them from the ear piece.

"The bees are loose in the van. I can't let them get out Steve."

Joe stop the van we'll call CDC.

"There's no time Steve, I have to neutralize the threat. You know that," he said to him and then turned to Rowan. "You better go faster, little girl."

"Little girl?" Rowan echoed and that got him a few wry laughs. "You better hold on old man.

No… Joe… stop the van. You have Rowan in the van with you.

Rowan took the turn as sharply as she could, and as she predicted the Camaro struggled to keep up with her. She then leant into Joe to say: "Don't worry Steve… I've done this before… remember?"

She then floored it and let the truck fly right off into the pier and into the water.