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A/N: Happy Friday my wonderful readers! (And Welcome back to Gajeel-rocks) All of my regulars are coming back and that just makes me all warm and fuzzy! We're onto a new chapter, we got more Rowan-isms coming up and personally, I just really liked this chapter, I think Rowan and Steve are super cute in the next few chapters. I hope you guys agree! I'm trying to over-load you guys with the cute things to make up for future events. Is it working? Do you guys feel over-loaded yet? Don't forget to leave me a review, I'd love to hear how you guys are feeling about the upcoming chapters and the previous ones and I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Chapter 170

Grover watched Steve hit his ball and then watched the little white golf ball fly right off the course and into the water trap. Beside him Steve let out an exhale of frustration while Grover tried not to laugh. He shouldn't have found this so funny, but it was great to see the amazing Commander McGarrett suck at something.

"Brother you're playing what we like to call military golf," Grover told him. "Left, right, left, right,"

Steve just shook his head. "What am I doing wrong?"

"Well for starters, you're swinging like a gorilla," Grover snapped. "Don't you remember what I said in the parking lot? This is a game of finesse. The easier you swing the further the little white ball goes."

"Okay, that doesn't make any sense to me," Steve complained. That wasn't how physics worked. Hit hard, balls go farther that was how it worked all the other times.

"See if this makes sense," Grover said pulling Steve towards him and pointed him in the direction of the green. "You see that little white thing way out there in the middle of the fairway?"

"Yes, Lou…"

"Well, that's swinging easy. Now where's your ball?" he asked and Steve sighed, he didn't need the attitude, he really didn't. "I'll tell you where your ball is, all the way at the bottom of that little pond. Partner, partner, listen. I'm just trying to help you, okay? Half the HPD is gonna be out there for that charity even next week watching you tee off. Is that how you wanna represent Five-0?"

"Hey guys!" A woman called and both Grover and Steve turned to say hello but Grover, Grover damn near tripped over himself when he got a good look at her.

Steve looked at her too, he didn't see anything too special about her. Asian and Caucasian mix, relatively pretty, tall, nice body if you liked them lean, with harsh angles and kind of flat. But Steve had a type and that was Rowan.

"Hi, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?" Steve asked.

"Uh… Ms. Wie," Grover stuttered. "I know we're playing a little slow. We'll pick it up."

"No, no, no, that's not the reason I came over. You guys are fine," she said smiling at Steve. "I'm actually here to see one of my friend's hit. We call her our one hit Wonder cause she's the queen of holes in one."

"Even on a curved course like this one?" Grover asked.

"Yeah it's unbelievable. But she says it only works when there's something riding on it so we always have to wait for a negotiation to see it."

Steve paused. Wait. That sounded a little bit like Rowan. Granted he had Rowan on the brain but still, amazing hits that only work if some sort of bet was riding on it… yeah that sounded like his girlfriend. "Uh… who exactly is your friend?" he asked.

"Oh, here she is now…"

Steve turned and damn, there she was, in her nice skirt, dismounting from a golf cart with no shoes on, shedding her blazer jacket and putting her hair up.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Grover growled.

"Michelle!" Rowan cried when she noticed her and the woman cried: "Ro!" and went to hug her.

Once the hug was done Rowan turned smiled to Steve and said: "Babe can I borrow your clubs?"

Steve swooped in to kiss her cheek the second she got close, noting that three more golf carts were pulling up, one cart filled with men in nice suits and the other held kids in baggy jeans. "Uh… sure but what is going on?"

Rowan merely walked away with his clubs and Pete grabbed Steve and Grover and pulled them away from Rowan who for some reason licked her finger and then put it up in the air like she knew anything about wind pressure and what not.

"Okay, Pete, what is happening right now?" Steve asked as soon as he realized that he wasn't going to get an answer from Rowan who was squatting down over the tee and squinting out into the distance while mumbling about ratios and wind speeds and how she shouldn't have done that in her skirt.

Pete had made a miraculous recovery after being shot. The bullet had missed all his vital organs, luckily, and his spine. He had done negotiations from his hospital bed, said it was the only thing keeping him alive. Rowan kept telling him to go easy, but it was like that shooting had invigorated him somehow.

"We got a bet riding on this hit," he said. "If she makes a hole in one, they sign off on a 12% royalty on all forms of media involving her song or any of its lyrics or music. If she doesn't we sign off on 8%."

Fucking really? "And uh… how often do you do this?"

"Not often, though it's getting more frequent," he admitted. "It's a lot like a party trick now."

"And how often does she miss?" Steve asked.

"She hasn't missed yet," he said almost proudly and then turned back to the group that had come with him, "Alright, one from my team and one from yours should go down to the hole to confirm legitimacy of the shot."

One man in a suit and a designated baggy pants kid both climbed into one of the golf carts and drove off and when Steve turned back around Rowan was doing weird things with her hands like she was pointing and talking about differentials, and angles. She did that when she was thinking, talked things out in half sentences cause it only made sense to her.

"How long does this usually take?" the head kid in jeans, the buyer obviously, asked. Steve turned back to Rowan who was still mumbling but not clearly as she had the locket he bought her sticking out of her mouth. He smiled, fuck she looked stunning.

Rowan turned to him a dangerous glare on her face and spit out the locket. "A lot longer cause you threw me off and I gotta start calculating again!"

Rowan turned away and started muttering again and beside him the woman who had originally came up to them leant in to speak to him.

"Oh," Michelle whispered, "Once things are done here, I'll give you pointers on how to hit better, that was the other reason I came over. You know if you wouldn't mind."

Steve smiled to her. "Yeah that'd be great."

She smiled to him and then moved off. "How do you not know who that is?" Grover hissed. "That happened to be Michelle Wie, the LPGA 2014 US Open Champion."

"Wow, really? No wonder you were drooling," Steve said with a teasing smile that just got Grover to frown at him. He opened his mouth to argue but Rowan cut everyone off.

"Okay, I need to hit the ball at a thirty-five-degree angle, with a slight rotation for curvature, so I'm going to need a 7-iron and a swing going roughly 95 miles per hour," Rowan announced to no one in particular as she returned to the golf clubs. She pulled out a tee, a ball and then the club and set herself up.

But before she swung, she spun the ball on the tee so it was spinning like a top. She straightened quickly, drew back and swung. The resounding thwack shocked him because he had been unaware that she could hit anything that hard. An actually audible gasp went out amongst the people watching as everyone watched the arc of the ball.

Steve had a feeling that Grover was going to lose it if Rowan got this in.

The ball hit the fairway, rolled past Grover's ball and then straight into the hole. Behind them a cheer went up and Rowan turned to them all and bowed. Like she was accepting the praised after a performance.

"Thank you, thank you, now sign the papers and give me my 12%!" she ordered.

She handed Steve back his golf club and he grabbed her hand to keep her from walking away. "How did you do that?"

"Oh… that?" Rowan asked indicating to the ball she just sunk. "It's basic physics Steve."

"You failed high school math, but you can do basic physics?"

"I can if I have something important riding on it," Rowan said. She clocked his confused stare and she smiled at him. "Yeah, it used to drive my parents crazy too."

"Gurl… you gotta golf with me one day I'd love to see that…"

"No, nope, no. I hate golfing. And that trick only works once. I can't repeat that hole to hole," she said.

"You used to golf?"

"No, I used to caddy for my dad, who played golf with physicists and engineers, hence all the math equations. They were terrible to play with, took forever to get them to make a shot. Wayne Lee was the lead engineer for the Mars Rover and that asshole used to pull out a protractor to measure shit out. Though, Dr. Cooper used to use a sextant to chart movements so you know… it wasn't just one person holding everyone up."

Wow. What she had to grow up with. She turned that smug look on her face and rushed up to him. "Ohh, look at you in the light blue and the nice grey not-cargo-pants and the Michael Jackson glove," she said. "Mmmm, we you get home can we play naughty golfer? I unno how it would work but I'm thinking it'll have something to do with your club and my hole."

"Ew, my god, girl, there are people here!" Grover cried moving away from her. Steve just kissed her deeply and held her close. He wanted nothing more than to do that, and maybe one day when they both weren't busy and Nahele was at school they could figure out how to act that out.

"Kay, well thank you for the sugar, Sugar, I gotta go seal my deal. See you at home?" she asked and Steve nodded. As she walked away, heading for the golf cart with a swagger in her step and sway in her hips, Steve noted that one of the buyer's entourage was practically bending over to get a better look at Rowan's ass.

Steve found himself standing beside him almost immediately watching as Rowan walked back, she leant against the golf cart as she bent over to put her high heels back on. Steve stood stoically beside him, arms crossed over his chest as the man beside him continued to stare, hand in a fist to his mouth, sucking in his breath in an appreciative sort of way. Steve's smile was a pandering one, he wasn't happy he was about to break bones, and not his own either.

"It's a nice view, right?" he asked him.

The guy looked at him, took in the unimpressed glare, and looked back to Rowan who was finally in her heels and was now putting her blazer back on and fixing her hair while she talked with Pete. "Look, I get it, you and her have a thing, but I'm just looking man."

Steve smiled in a dangerous sort of was at him. "Yeah? Well, you've got a point. Her and I definitely have a thing… but uh… you're going to stop."

"Hey! It's a free country I'm allowed to look."

Steve quickly took his shield out of the pocket he hid it in and flashed it at him. "You wanna try that free country thing again?" he snapped.

"Seriously, man? You can't arrest me for staring, there ain't nothing wrong with appreciating the view especially when she'd bending over and practically asking for it.

Steve nodded, yep he was done asking nicely. "Alright, let's put this in a way that you'll understand. Keep looking at my girlfriend like that and I'll break your fucking jaw," he growled. The man stared at him eyes wide and he shot him his most aggressive smile. "We good now?"

The man ran off and beside him Grover snorted. Steve just shook his head. "Shut up."

He really hoped that didn't get back to Rowan… or worse… Danny.

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After golf Steve got called away on a case, so Rowan went to pick up Nahele by herself, and after a short homework break she took him to the Shrimp truck to start his shift.

"Okay, you have a good day at work," she said hugging him tightly as he half-heartedly hugged her back.

"Okay, okay, I will," he said, "But you gotta let go or you're gonna make me late!"

She watched Nahele run off to get his apron on and to clock in for his shift. The plan was to pay Kamekona for all the food Nahele was eating at his truck so he'd stop bitching about how his employees eat free policy was eating into his profits cause Nahele ate so much. But when she turned he was already with a customer and she didn't want to intrude. So she hung back and tried not to eavesdrop but totally did.

Kamekona must have offered him something because the man was in the process of turning him down. But Kamekona wasn't about to just leave and let this go. The man had better cave so Rowan could get home. She sort of wanted to make dinner for Steve but if she was here she might as well pick up food for the both of them.

"Hmmm, you've been waiting a while," Kamekona said. "I know because I saw you sat down about thirty minutes ago. And you still haven't bought nothing."

Oh, Rowan knew this talk. Benches for paying customers only.

The man laughed. "Yeah, I'm sorry," he said with an accent Rowan couldn't place. "Uh… I was supposed to meet my girlfriend for lunch and I was late, and now she's not picking up any of my calls."

Kamekona shook his head. "Sounds like you might be in the doghouse, dude. And I'd hate to pile on, but these tables… paying customers only, bruh."

The man looked around before smiling back up to Kamekona and saying: "Yeah, fair enough. Fair enough. I'm sure you do a very good lunch trade. My girl, she raves about the food here," he said as he got up. He went for the phone in his pocket and then turned it onto Kamekona asking: "Maybe you know her? She's a regular here."

Kamekona must have recognized her because his face changed. He glanced back at the man then to Rowan behind him and then back to the phone.

"Yeah, I see her come around," he said. He made a big show of looking around before saying: "But not today. But if she does come by, who shall I say was waiting for her?"

"Uhm… John, but don't worry about it. I'll find her."

There was something ominous about the way he said that. A sort of pressure built up behind her eyes like a dark cloud of some sort.

He turned around spotting her for the first time and Rowan paused because she was getting discordant flashes across her eyes. Of that man screaming, and Amber's face all purple and red with bruises, and Danny getting hit over the head but mostly of a bloody knife, dripping blood onto the floor clutched in someone's shaking grip. And she got a name. Well actually she got Amber's voice begging, all directed at someone named: Frank.

"What are you looking at?" he asked her and then veered away heading towards a car.

Kamekona pulled out his phone, saying something about how he needed to call McGarrett about this, cause Amber might be cheating on Danny but Rowan wasn't listening. She followed this man, this Frank, to his car stopping him from the shutting the door.

She leant in really close, put on a look of utter rage and glared in at him. "Hey buddy, let me impart you with some advice. If you so much as go anywhere near my friends, Frank, I will do to you what you did to her. You got me?" she snapped. His eyes widened, realizing she knew who and what he was. "Now I'm going to shut this car door and I'm going to let you drive away, but I would highly suggest you get the fuck off my island before you get yourself hurt."

And then she slammed the car door shut. When he didn't move Rowan, but instead glared at Rowan with a look of ugly anger on his face, she pointed in the direction of anywhere away from them and growled: "Drive, bitch!"

Frank finally drove away and when Kamekona cleared his throat she realized that he drove away because he was behind her. How nice of him. "What was that about?"

Rowan quickly put on her glasses so she could hide the look in her eyes from him, turned around to pin him with an icy smile and said: "Can I have one order of your garlic shrimp and one sweet and spicy Rowan Special?"

He stared at her a little longer but said: "Alright, coming right up," to her. Thank god he let that go, she wasn't sure she could explain. She just knew that if she done her job right, she had gotten the heat off of her friends and onto herself.

Personally, she'd love to have him come at her. He'd have a lot of fun with a guy like Steve.

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Steve had been having a bad day. An ATF agent named Kathy Millwood had taken over his crime scene and annoyed the shit out of him. Rowan was sending him sexy pictures since leaving him at the golf course, as if he needed to be hot and bothered on an arson case. And he was just made aware that Hawaii had a Fire Bug killing people and setting up nanny cams with live feeds to watch.

So he wasn't happy when Kamekona had called early that day to tell him what happened. A guy showing up looking for his girlfriend. A girlfriend that was also Danny's girlfriend. He had a photo on his phone of the two of them together looking quite cozy. Kamekona, had told him the name of the guy, whom he called a perp, and then sent over a picture of a license plate for the car the man was driving. But that wasn't all. Kamekona also said that Rowan and this guy got into it. He got straight up Ice Queened, but instead of being scared he had gotten angry. Had a look on his face that spoke of anger issues and violent tendencies. But Kamekona had scared him away and the guy drove off.

He couldn't tell Steve exactly what it was she had said to him but it was something along the lines of: If you go anywhere near my friends, I will do to you what you did to her. So, get in your car and get the fuck off my island.

He said that he thought Rowan might have addressed him by his name, but it didn't sound like she had said John.

So when he finally got home he was not happy to have her poke her head out of the house, crane past him as if looking for something and then ask: "Is his car still outside?"

"His car…?" Steve echoed as he ushered her back inside in case someone was sneaking up the drive to attack them. He shut the door behind him and quickly locked it. "Rowan… did someone follow you home?"

"Well I would hope so I made it super easy to follow me, I drove slow and signaled for every turn and everything."

Steve glared at her and then went to his front door, looking out the small window beside it, sure enough, the bumper of a car was hanging out just past a bush.

"Stay here," he ordered and then opened up the door. Gun in hand he walked down his driveway ready to pull his gun on whoever was in the car but it sped away before he could get close enough to ID the driver, but he saw the licence plate. Same one that Kamekona had sent him.

That fucker was following Rowan now? Why? Angry, past angry actually, he stormed back up the driveway to where Rowan was waiting for him by the door. He ushered her inside, shut the door and immediately armed the security system.

"What's going on Ro?" he hissed when that was all done.

"I don't know."

Absolute fucking lies.

"That guy was looking for Amber this morning, and now he's following you. You know something. Now what is going on?" he growled.

"That's all I know. He was looking for Amber and I got a bad vibe. He's obviously not above stalking either, cause he's been following me since our show down, but I'd much rather him follow me than have him find Amber with Danny."

What the fucking hell was that logic? "Rowan… are you… are you out of your mind?"

"No, cause I know if he tried anything you'd kill him," she said wrapping her arms around his neck. Steve stared down at her. Really… that was what she was going with? The ol'Steve would protect her plan. Kind of stupid if he was at work.

"Okay… obviously you're not thinking straight…"

"Steve, I think he's going to do something terrible. If I can keep him away from Danny and Amber… or if you could scare him off the island or something, everything will be fine," she said to him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him softly.

Steve's hands rested against her hips. "Do… did you get something?"

"I don't know… maybe… I think… I think it's trying to come back but…" she whispered looking away from him. "I know it's stupid, Steven. I know you want them gone, but… what if something happens to… you… or Danny… or Kono… or anyone else we care about. What if something happens to them and I could have stopped it?"

"That's a lot to have on your conscience babe… and you know… your dreams… they've been… they've been hurting you more than helping… it's like… they're punishing you or something and I can't help but feel that… that might be my fault…"

"Your fault?" she echoed.

"You think, I know you think, that I don't like them, that I don't want you to have them. And uh…. Basically ever since we became official… your dreams…" he trailed off.

"I don't think that's it."

Steve swallowed his worry and looked back at her. "Okay, and what do you think the problem is?"

"I think… I think I've been feeling so guilty about everything that happened with Reyes that I blocked my dreams from coming," she whispered. "Don't get me wrong a few have escaped, a few have slipped through, but barely."

Rowan leant against him, her head on his shoulder and he figured, time to ask her the next question. "What have you been feeling guilty about?"

Rowan turned to him, and he swore, he swore he could see just how badly she wanted to tell him the truth but instead she lied. "I guess, that I didn't realize that you and Danny were lying to me… that I didn't realize that I was dreaming of Reyes for a reason… that Danny had to kill him…"

Steve nodded knowing that she wasn't being truthful, trying not to be sore that she felt that she couldn't trust him. "Okay, well, I think… in the long run I'd much rather wake up to your screams instead of those spasms you've been having. So… do what you have to do, you know? Whatever it is, let go of that guilt and just… move forward, you know?"

Rowan nodded to him and he kissed her again. "It doesn't matter what you dream, whatever it is, you and I will get through it together."

Rowan just smiled at him. "I saved you dinner," she whispered and he figured that was where the conversation was going to end.

"Good and while I'm eating you can explain to me the enigma of how you can calculate the factors to make a hole in one but failed high school math," he said to her and together they went to the kitchen. Both mentally preparing for whatever the night that lay before them held.