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A/N: Happy Friday my lovely readers? How is everyone feeling? I'm personally quite sick and falling into a polluted river has not helped me. So here we have the chapters that I personally loved writing. They're not really angst ridden as they are filled with UTTER DRAMA! I hope you guys enjoy them, I threw in quite a few areas where it was supposed to be funny and at the end of this we're gonna have some really cute and fluffy bits. I promise! Don't forget to tell me what you think, leave me a pretty little review, AlexLover I haven't heard from you in a bit and I'm starting to get worried, and I'll see you guys on Monday!

Chapter 178

Steve threw the football straight towards Nahele in a perfect arc. Nahele had to sprint to catch it, and Steve couldn't help but smile as he watched him take off after it. Steve was supposed to drop Nahele off at school that morning but the kid had been a little out of it and Steve had offered to take him out for the day, a Nahele and Steve day, where he called Nahele in sick and they did whatever Nahele wanted to do. It worked out because Rowan was off doing some presentation on her job for Grace's class, with Danny and Max, so she didn't have to know what they were up to until tonight. Besides, every now and then, a guy just needed a little time to unwind.

He had assumed Nahele was having problems with bullies again. He had proposed the day out to try and get to the root of the problem, but Nahele was just overworked and a little overwhelmed with all the assignments coming up, and a little out of it because instead of studying he had stayed up playing online video games. Steve was gonna have to put a black out period on the Wi-Fi if Nahele kept that up. Either way a nice day of relaxing was just what his kid needed and he was glad to hear that he was settling in quite nicely at the high school Steve used to go to.

"Nice!" he cried when Nahele caught the ball he had lobbed at him. "Nice hands, man. Awesome hands! Right, now let's see your arm."

Nahele wound up and threw it but the ball wobbled in the air, not in the right arc, not in the right spin. It dropped out of the sky and hit the sand. The kid winced and jogged forward, as Steve did the same.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it, come here," he said. He showed Nahele the ball. "See the laces? The laces are there for a reason, alright?"

He showed him where his fingers were supposed to go. "See, use them. Now show me."

He handed the kid the ball and he mimicked the hold. "Very good. Find the grooves, find the grooves," he said helping him position his hand a bit better, loving that proud smile that hit Nahele's lips when he found it. He never thought he'd like teaching someone something, he had never thought he'd take to this whole parenting thing the way he had, but he had. And he was having so much fun doing it. He couldn't wait to teach him how to shave.

"Alright, let's try it again," he said jogging away from him, and Nahele doing the same. "Let it roll through!" he called and that time when Nahele threw the ball it was straighter and actually made it to Steve instead of falling dead in the sand. "That's right. That's right. Nice! You feel that? You feel the difference?"

Nahele nodded and so did Steve. He threw the ball again, and Nahele caught it effortlessly. His phone started to ring and he picked it up, just as Nahele threw the ball again. He had to drop to one knee to catch it with the one arm while he was on the phone and Nahele jogged towards him once he realized Steve was busy.

"Hey Joe," he said into the phone.

"Steve, where's Danny?" Joe's voice came back at him a sort of frantic edge to his voice.

"He's a Grace's school for career day, why?"

"Your girl with him?"

"Uh… yeah… why?" Steve asked getting more concerned by the moment.

"Get them out of there, now!"

"Why? What's going on?"

"There's no time to explain, just get them out of there!" he cried and then hung up the phone.

"Come on, we gotta go," he said to Nahele pulling the kid to him and getting him to jog back towards his truck.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

Steve winced but nodded. He really didn't want to tell this kid that something had happened with Rowan… again. God, they better be alright. He was tired of doing this. Both he and Nahele couldn't keep dealing with this constant anxiety over Rowan's wellbeing.

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Danny had gone with Max and Rowan to his Grace's Career Day, she had been so excited to have all of them arrive even though they had promised her up and down that they would. Rowan had spoken first, and got slammed with a million questions, then Max had gone and gotten a few questions and now it was Danny's turn and he thought he was doing a good job.

"So, like, uh, I said our job is to uphold the laws of this great country. Without policemen, without policewomen, there'd be no order. And order is, uh, it's the backbone to any civilized society," Danny told the kids before adding: "And yes, I like doughnuts very much."

That earned him a chuckle.

"If anybody has any questions, please, you can ask them now," he said. He barely got the question out before a hand was raised. "Yes?"

"What's it like cutting up dead people?"

"Uh… I don't do that…"

"I was asking him…" the kid said nodding to Max. Great. Max. Kid was asking Max.

Max didn't seem to notice Danny's annoyance, he merely stepped forward to answer the question. "The Vivisection of a once-living organisms a scientific necessity can be quite rewarding if it yields forensic results."

"Is it yucky?"

"Quite the opposite. Thank you for asking."

"Okay, anybody else? Who else?"

"How many artists have you worked with?" a boy asked. Danny inwardly groaned, he knew who that question was for.

Rowan shot Danny an apologetic look. "Uh… I don't really work with the artists, I just do business with them, you know agreeing on the price of sale and royalties and what not…"

"Grace says you've met all the big artists," A girl said.

Rowan's eyes fell on Grace who winced and sunk in her seat. "Oh, did she?"

"She says you worked with Shawn Mendes," the girl said.

"I negotiated with him, yes," Rowan answered. "Why? Didn't you believe her? She has a picture."

"It could have been photoshopped…"

A darkness crossed Rowan's face that made the girl asking the question's eyes widen. Danny shook his head. Rowan was about to throw down with a pre-tween. Dear god. "Uh… anybody have any police-related questions?" Danny asked desperate to get that conversation ended before Rowan attacked a kid less than half her age. Even now she was still glaring at her.

The door suddenly opened and a man wearing a shield came in. He didn't look like HPD. Had Steve sensed him failing with the kids and sent someone to make him look more cool and in demand? Cause if so… he was a fucking genius.

"Detective Daniel Williams?"

"Yeah?"

"My name's Deputy Knox, U.S. Marshals," he announced, a second man came into the room. "Can you please place your hands behind your back?"

Uh… what the fuck? Still he knew better than to fight. "Sure. What's this about?"

Beside him Rowan groaned. "Ohhhhhh… that's today?"

He turned to her quickly. "Wait a second… you knew something like this was going to happen and you didn't tell me?"

"Well… maybe… kinda… a little… I thought I dealt with it when I…. you know thinking about how we told the story… maybe I didn't fix it like I thought I did."

God this girl, He was going to kill this girl.

"Are you two done?" Deputy Knox asked.

"No we are not done! You can't arrest him for murder!" Rowan cried. Well great cause they hadn't told them that yet.

"How did you…." Knox asked and then narrowed his eyes. "Are you Rowan Pierce?"

Rowan blinked her eyes. "Uh… no?"

Both men exchanged glances and the second one started forward. "Rowan Pierce you're under arrest as an accessory to murder."

"You can't do this," Max cried stepping forward only to be swept aside, as Rowan groaned and tried to step away. The man had Rowan before she could duck his hands.

As the cuffs went on she asked: "Okay… but uh… can I get my phone?"

The girl didn't have her fucking phone?

"No, we've been told to keep you away from all electronics," they said and Rowan frowned. Danny frowned too. Shit that wasn't good. Danny turned to Grace, to tell her he'd see her at home once this was all settled and saw panic on his daughter's face. Yeah, he wasn't going to play nice after this.

"Steve's going to kill me," he heard Rowan murmur as they got dragged out of the room and Danny sighed. Yeah, he got that feeling. He got it entirely.

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Chin had been having a good relaxing morning on his day off when Steve called him in an utter panic. Chin, sensing Steve's distress, went into over drive to get ready and get to him, to offer some sort of support and to rescue Danny and Rowan from whatever shit they had landed themselves in this time.

"They give you any other details?"

"No. Max said that they walked right in, they cuffed him and Rowan and hauled them away. Said something about keeping Rowan away from electronics."

"Well that's not good. They must be trying to avoid the app."

"They must not know about her and Wo then," Steve added.

"Who's got Grace?" Chin asked. "And Nahele, doesn't someone need to pick up Nahele?"

"Max is going to take her to Rachel's place," Steve answered. "I had Nahele, but I've dropped him off at Grover's, he said the kid could stay with Renee and the kids until this is settled."

"Alright, I'm out the door. I'll meet you at the Federal Detention Center in ten," Chin said. He hated hearing the panic in Steve's voice. His two most important people arrested on the same day. Not good. Not good for anyone.

But once he got out of the door. Coughlin was standing there, smug look on his face, leaning on his car, two suits with him, clearly to outnumber him.

"What's your rush, lieutenant?"

"Coughlin," Chin answered coldly as he went down his steps. "I thought Rowan got rid of you."

"Next time I better make sure she does the job right, huh?"

"I don't know what you want, but now is not the time," he told him trying to go past but he was grabbed by the two suits before he could make it to the car door.

"Unfortunately for you, it is," he said. "Grab some hood."

"What? You're arresting me? Right now? You've got to be kidding. What's it for this time?"

"Bribery, tax evasion, criminal misconduct and my favourite, conspiracy to commit murder," Coughlin said. "And even better, is your girl is going down for conspiracy as well… so there ain't no one who can save you now."

Well fucking shit. This was not a good day for Five-0.

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Steve stormed into the Homeland Security's holding center and then knocking against the front desk's window incessantly until the guard inside turned to him. Whatever he saw on Steve's face made the man sigh in dreaded anticipation.

"I need to see Detective Daniel Williams. He was just brought in here?"

"I'm sorry the prisoner is being processed. And there's no visitors," the guard said.

Prisoner? Prisoner? Yeah, well, Steve wasn't having that. "Okay, look. I'm Five-0, alright?" he said showing the man his badge but the man just shook his head.

"Fine! Rowan Pierce, the other one, she's my girlfriend, okay? She's going to be afraid and she doesn't cooperate well when she's afraid. Can you please make an exception?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he said. "Besides, she's fine. She's a smart ass with a mouth but she's holding up fine… and slipping her cuffs every three minutes."

Despite himself Steve laughed. Yeah that sounded like his Rowan. But he wasn't about to give up just like that. Not with the anxiety swirling under his skin and constricting his chest. He couldn't breathe, he needed to just see Rowan, or Danny, preferably Rowan.

"I want to speak to the watch commander, then."

"He's going to tell you the same thing, no visitors. I'm sorry, but here, you can have your girlfriend's effects. She's been squawking since we took the ring."

He handed him the bag and Steve took it quickly. No phone, no purse. Just her jewelry and her keys. Her fancy watch, the golden shell and that little sapphire promise ring she loved so much. Clearly that was all he was going to get so he stormed out. Maybe he should find her phone, activate the app. Wo Fat would get her out wouldn't he? No... he wasn't that desperate… yet.

He took out his phone and called Chin. "Hey Chin, I'm here and there's no way they're going to let us see Danny. Yo, man, where are you? Call me alright? Call me when you get this," he said and then hung up. It wasn't like him to be late.

A car horn honked and Steve turned. Joe in a jeep appeared screeching to a halt beside him. "Joe what's going on?"

"Not here. Get in," he ordered and that was all Steve needed. He hopped in and Joe sped away. It was time to get answers.

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Chin sat in the HPD interrogation room, really pissed off that he was there. He had asked to make his one phone call and had been denied. Which meant that no one knew where he was, and poor Steve was already running around ragged dealing with Rowan and Danny's arrest. This was half the team out of commission… if they counted Rowan has part of team, which Chin kind of did, unofficially. The door opened and Coughlin came in, sipping something out of a Styrofoam cup, good they hadn't given him the good mugs. Still, Coughlin was wearing a shit eating smug grin, Chin was nervous, of course he was nervous, but Chin was taking Rowan's advice, so he was smiling as if he weren't afraid at all. Coughlin comes in. Cup of coffee shit eating grin.

"So tax evasion, huh?" Chin asked going for Rowan's method of not taking anything seriously and pissing Coughlin off with his sarcasm. "At least that's a new one."

"Don't knock it. That's what took down Capone," he said to him as he stopped to fix up his appearance in the two way mirror of the room. Chin shook his head, nothing was going to fix him "Only you're no Capone, Mr. Kelly."

"That's Lieutenant Kelly to you,"

"Mm… not after today. You're done being a cop. From here you're going to a cell, the courtroom, than a concrete box for 20 years."

He stared at Chin carefully as he took a sip. Waiting for Chin's response. Chin gave him nothing but a pitied sigh.

"Whatever you think you have on me, it's not going to stick. I'll be out of here on bail soon enough."

"Bail? There's not gonna be any bail," he said with a scoff. "You're a flight risk. Given that the 25 and a half million your brother-in-law gave you is still unaccounted for." Chin must have made a face, must have let that smile falter because Coughlin said: "What? You didn't think we were gonna find out about that?"

The money. Rowan had grabbed the money. But he wasn't about to throw that girl under the bus. She didn't deserve that. She was already in enough trouble as is.

"Your name is all over the Halawa visitor's log and don't tell me Waincroft's helping you out with an investigation because I looked into that as well," he snarled and then took a long sing. "Mr. Kelly, you went to him for money."

"I did, among other things," Chin admitted. "But by then the money was already gone."

"How convenient," Coughlin growled. "And I don't believe you. I know that in exchange for the money he was offered a private cell in the country club wing."

Oh also true, but also not what happened. "That didn't happen because of the money. That was because if I didn't have him transferred they were going to kill him."

"Oh and who was that?"

"He needed protection from Wo Fat. He had been hitting Gabriel hard. Gabriel tangoed with Rowan and he didn't come out of it the victor. He asked me to talk to Rowan for him. Said he'd give me the money if I did and the only reason that I agreed was because Danny needed the money to save his brother. And I only needed five and a half, so I got him transferred but…"

"That must have been quite the fee… just for talking to little Rowan…"

"I didn't take money. The money wasn't there. It was gone. I got nothing," Chin snapped. "And besides, I never talked to Rowan about it. Even if I did there would have been no point. Rowan wasn't the one who wanted Gabriel dead. Fat was. If he was willing to pay for beatings without telling her, her asking him to stop wasn't going to fix things."

"And out of the kindness of your heart, even though you didn't get the money, you moved him?"

"Yes."

"Then how did you get the money to ransom Matthew Williams?"

"Rowan…"

But Coughlin was laughing. "Amazing how everything goes back to her. We checked her bank records no withdrawals at that amount. She wouldn't have even had the money to cover it at the time. So where did she get the money, hmm?"

But Chin didn't know. He assumed, when Rowan came up with the cash that she had just gotten it from her own account. But she had also gotten it in straight cash… had she gotten it from Wo Fat instead?

"So we have Gabriel's missing money, that we're certain you took, we have Rowan on accessory to murder and we have you here also being charged with helping to facilitate that murder. So you can understand why I'm a little skeptical."

"It's not about what you think. It's about the truth. But then again you were never really interested in the truth, were you? All you want is to see me behind bars."

"That's where you belong, Mr. Kelly. You took drug money from a cop killer. No matter how it was used, that's still a crime."

"I can't take what's not there!" Chin snapped.

"Well… again… Mr. Kelly, I don't believe you."

Chin watched as Coughlin got up, still smiling that smug shit eating grin and realized that he was in a lot more trouble than he had previously thought he was.