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A/N: Happy Wednesday my wonderful readers! Remember how I said this chapter was going to be 13 pages? Yeah I got the wrong chapter. Don't get me wrong this one is longer than the last one, but uh, it's next chapter that's 13 pages. Sorry for the confusion. We got so many interesting things going on in this chapter that I'm sure that's gonna make up for it. Don't forget to leave me a review and I'll see you guys on Friday.

P.S. AJ: To answer your question, this is not the kidnapping I was talking about, that is coming later. This is more of an arrest, cause you know… Rowan did actually murder someone. Trust me… when she gets kidnapped you'll know.

Chapter 180

Steve was heading towards his truck with Joe, the plan was to go to HPD to see what they could do about Chin. That plan changed the second Ellie showed up in her fancy car, honking her horn to get Steve's attention. Steve turned to her immediately and rushed over to her side of the car, leaning down to address her.

"Hey Ellie, what's up?"

"If anybody asks, this fell out of a truck," she said as she handed him the file. She waited for him to take the file and open it before saying: "Steve, you should know the hearing's being held today. An associate close to the judge told me that someone waived extradition, I don't know who yet. The paper works' all in Danny's name, so I'm going to assume its Danny."

"Hold on… he's voluntarily surrendering to the Colombians? Why would he do that?" Steve asked.

"I don't know, but as soon as the judge signs that order, Danny's gone."

He thanked Ellie for the information, holding back all the desire he had to ask if there was anything in Rowan's name, but he knew they wouldn't be that stupid. Nothing was going to be in Rowan's name, then the app would pick it up and then they'd be screwed. Or at least they'd think they'd be screwed, no one knew that Rowan and Wo Fat weren't a thing anymore, and Steve wanted to keep it that way.

He stood up with the file looking it all over when the cab showed up beside them. Steve expected a lot of things, but Danny getting out of it was not it. He tossed the file back at Joe and then jogged over to hug his friend.

"Geezus!" Danny cried, only to be thrown aside so Steve could look inside the cab, no Rowan. What the hell? Where was Rowan?

Steve turned on him. "What's going on? Are you okay? How did you get out? Did they drop the charges? Where's Rowan?"

Danny blinked his eyes, that was a lot of questions to have thrown at him, but he only answered the one… with another question. "Rowan's not with you?"

Oh no, that… that didn't bode well.

"No… I haven't seen her… the last I heard you were waving extradition. But you wouldn't… you didn't actually…"

"Yeah, of course I signed the paper, they vaguely threatened Grace. I was all ready to go, but they turned me loose and told me I was free to go. I figured you did something tricky… or Rowan got out and to her phone," Danny said. "You really didn't get her out?"

"No…" Steve answered carefully.

"So what… where…" and then Danny trailed off and swore.

"What?"

"They've got her then. But they wouldn't let me go… unless… oh… oh no… she must have… aw… shit…"

"What are you talking about? They can't have her, she's a witness Danny, why would they want the witness?" he cried but Danny just shook his head.

"We have to get to them… now!" he said and together the two of them ran to his truck. Steve's heart was up in his throat, he both wanted to know but he didn't. He had long suspected that there was something Danny and Rowan hadn't told him about the Reyes incident he had a feeling he was going to find out what it was.

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The first judge they had taken Rowan to see looked at her, looked down at the paperwork, looked back at her, then looked Sam Alexander in the face and said: "Nope, not touching that with a ten foot pole," and then left the court room, possibly even the court house.

The second judge they brought in must have been bribed, because she saw the fear in his eyes but he still signed off on everything and sent them along on their merry way. They were just coming out, Rowan's arms being firmly gripped because she had slipped three more pairs of handcuffs and eight zipties before they realized that they would need physical contact combined with the restraints to keep her contained, when Steve and Danny appeared, both sprinting to get to them.

She had both wanted him and didn't. Right now, she most definitely didn't want him there, not when he had no idea what she had done.

"Stop!" he shouted, practically bowling all of them over. God she knew he'd find out but she didn't think she'd be there when it happened.

Steve ripped her out of their grasp and safely putting her behind him where they would have to go through him to get to her. "No, you're not taking her."

"She signed the papers…"

Steve rounded on her. "Why the hell would you…" he started and then turned around to face Alexander and the US Marshalls. "That doesn't matter she didn't do anything. She's a witness!"

"Actually… no she's not. She's confessed to murdering Reyes and covering it up…"

"No… No… she wouldn't, because she didn't do it…"

"Actually uh… I did…" Rowan said before Steve could make things worse. "I… I did… I shot Reyes three times in the back and twice in the chest and I panicked and called Wo to fix it. And then we… he…"

Steve's eyes just bore into her, shock panic and horror alit on his face and she carefully lowered them as the realization that she had actually done this dawned on his face.

"Alright," Alexander said carefully and slowly edging past him to try and grab onto her again. "Now that we've cleared that up, and you're aware of the proper paperwork…"

Steve suddenly snapped. "No!" he thundered. He slapped Alexander's hands away and began backing her away from them before they could reach out for her again. "No. You're not taking her. Look at her! She's so… fragile… she wouldn't survive jail. Not regular jail and definitely not Colombian Jail."

Hands went to hips, hovering over holsters, ready to draw. No. She was not going to let Steve get into a shootout with these people and make it so much worse.

"No, Steve," she cried coming out in between them, her cuffs came off and she handed them to Sam as she turned back to Steven. "It's fine. It's going to be okay," she said to him as Alexander said: "Again? How the hell do you keep getting out of these?"

"Fine? Okay?" Steve cried, ignoring Alexander behind her. "You getting arrested is not FINE. You getting arrested AND taken to Colombia is DEFINITELY not OKAY!"

"Okay, Steve, Calm down," she said eyeing him as the agent behind her took a hold of her again. Steve's eyes were watering, his face was stricken, he kept saying no over and over. "Just… I need you to get to Chin. Worry about Chin."

"Chin… what… are you… what…"

"IA is going to grab him too, they might have already. Over Gabriel's money and there's going to be extra problems cause it's gone."

"Why… where did…?"

"I took it," she said with a wince. "I took it. Actually that's not true either. I told Wo to get his people to get it out and they did. I've been sitting on the 20 mill and I can transfer it back if they want it so damn badly. Just Tell IA I had my brother get it out of the account and I'll give it back, and do it BEFORE they get Gabriel out of jail! Please, that man cannot escape again."

"ROWAN!" Steve shouted and she flinched.

"I thought there would be less problems if I got the money. Gabriel couldn't fuck with us, if he had no money to threaten Chin with, and then you didn't tell me that Reyes was here and ransoming Matty and Chin went to ask Gabriel for a loan and now HERE WE ARE!"

Steve's eyes went wide and she realized what she had done. She had blamed him for had happened. And to be fair… he was partially to blame. Well… their inability to communicate was really what was to be blamed.

"Okay, as sweet as this is, and as much I'd love to listen to her incriminate herself further we have a plane…"

Steve grabbed her arms. "No. No. No. No," he snapped shaking his head and pressing her to his chest. "I'm not letting them take you."

Rowan instinctively turned to Danny. They tugged Rowan out of Steve's grasp again and his face turned into a mask of frantic panic, so terrifying that Danny actually grabbed onto Steven to keep him from lunging for her.

"Danny, hold onto him, okay?" she said. "It'll be fine, I promise. Just uh… take care of Chin, Chin needs you more than I do…"

And then she was dragged away. As she disappeared down the hallway she heard Steve call her name a few times before his voice disappeared entirely. She had a feeling that what these people wanted she could only get from one person, she wasn't exactly on good terms with that one person either. This left her alone with two strangers and a nagging question.

Who the hell was going to save her? Cause Wo Fat sure wasn't.

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Steve didn't wait to watch Rowan be shoved into a US Marshall SUV to be taken away from him. He and Danny raced through hallways of the courthouse until they got to where Steve's abandoned truck had been left that still had his flashers on. They got in quickly and Steve took off returning to Grace's school where Rowan's GTO was still parked, right beside Danny's Camaro. Luckily he had Rowan's car keys from the bag of effects the Marshalls had given him back.

Steve found Rowan's phone first, sitting at the bottom of her ridiculously expensive Tory Burch purse, but Danny ripped it out of his hands.

He held it tightly and said: "Codename Jersey reporting a Professional emergency."

Steve glanced up to Danny, he didn't know that was a thing. He didn't know that Danny had been briefed in on her codes. Why had he been briefed and not Steve? Immediately the screen came to life and Sanctuary's voice was speaking to them.

Sanctuary has not been able to make contact with Professional in over four hours and cannot detect Professional in the vicinity. Name your emergency.

"She's been arrested," he said and for a moment the app was silent.

Steve glanced over the edge of the phone to stare at the interface that terrified so many terrorists. Just by saying her name. It looked surprisingly easy to use.

I have conflicting evidence to support that claim. Many voice notes have been entered in this regard but there has been no warrant issued or paperwork to confirm this.

No paperwork? That meant… that meant the CIA really had gone off grid and off radar to grab Rowan. They knew that her app would have picked up the order for arrest… that wasn't good. They were adapting just like the app did.

Does the Captain America Contingency Plan need to be activated?

"NO!" Steve cried. But it was Danny who said: "We need to contact Wo Fat."

"Are you uh… are you sure he'll pick up?" Steve asked. "They're not talking… remember… cause he… uh… she stopped talking to him because you know… of what he did to me…"

That command is not recognized.

Okay so maybe that didn't matter.

"Okay… her codes. Sandy must only recognize her codes," Steve whispered. "Do you remember any of them?"

"Uh… well there's the Captain America Contingency…"

"That's the option that gets her away from me," Steve grumbled. "Uhm… force field protocols… that was the protection one. And uhm… hide and seek was uh… hide from an oncoming ambush?"

"She used Black Cat Protocols to help Grover once, didn't she?" Danny asked. "God this isn't helping… hey… uh… Sandy, can you give us a run through of Rowan's options?"

I have been programed with over a hundred protocols. Listing them will take too long. Instead I will list the most frequently used protocols and the ones with high priority.

Alert Text is used to send notifications of importance to any player activated on the app.

Beam me up Scotty, is for immediate extraction.

Doctor Damn It is for medical concerns and emergencies.

E.T. Phone Home connects her with the Master…

Force Field Protocols are set rules and guidelines meant to protect the Professional and can be altered per situation

Set Phasers to Stun, is to come in defensive mode when going to rescue.

"Wait, the one… two before, E.T, something!" Steve cried. "Wo Fat reminds her of her brother. He reminds her of home. And his codename in the app is Master!"

"Well alright, Sandy can you activate the E.T. Phone Home thing?" Danny asked.

Why certainly, Jersey. Activating the E.T. Phone Home function. Please wait while I connect you…

And then it began to ring.

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Wo Fat sat back in his pool chair. He was bored. He was lonely. He missed Jian. He missed Rowan. But he wasn't about to call Jian after their break-up. And there was no point in calling his sister for advice about the situation because she couldn't get McGarrett to take their relationship to the permanent level… and uh… he had crossed the line and now his defacto-sister no longer wanted him in her life.

He was quite conflicted about the whole matter. On one hand he missed Jian so much that it was a kind of burn, the empty sort of longing he got when he was in bed alone and he missed her body pressed against his side. He the strange heaviness he'd feel when another woman took that space beside him that was supposed to be Jian's and he became very aware of the fact that she didn't feel or fit right. But he wasn't about to comprise his pride no matter how much he missed her and wanted her back.

Then there was Rowan. She had annoyed him, she had been a nuisance and a pain. She drained his resources, she worried him and kept him on edge. Logically he should have been happy to lose her. But nothing involving Rowan Pierce held even a fraction of logic which left him, months after losing the happy bubbly sibling he never thought he wanted, still mourning the loss of her. Not even spending time with Jian Hui had muted that ache in his chest… it was just temporarily forgotten when around her. But he was also angry. Rowan was the one who adopted him, she was the one who gave herself the title of sister and forced the responsibilities of older brother onto him, and she had the nerve to kick him out of her life?! He hadn't wanted to be in her life in the first place! … So why did he miss her so much?

He had gone to Colombia to get away. To hide from the cops, the FBI and the CIA and anyone else looking for him, who had gone to Jian's place of business to harass her about him. To avoid, Jian, who was angling for a step forward in their relationship he wasn't comfortable going to yet, and then throwing temper tantrums when she didn't get her way. He retired to Armando's mansion compound in Bogotá and drowned himself in expensive whiskeys and expensive girls, he touched the whiskey a lot more than he touched the girls. But that was almost a month ago and though the coast was clear he was too afraid a depressed to go back.

He was stuck counting days. It had been four months since Rowan had cut him out, two months since he had last seen her. Her app had been going wild to the point where he couldn't handle it, it made him even more worried, so he had turned over his access first to Kong and then to Armando when he got there so he wouldn't have to see it. The last month had been quiet, if something had happened since Roko Mikoni had taken her hostage, he didn't know.

He was sitting by the pool, girls with no clothes, whom he held no interest in, were swimming near-by, a glass of thousand dollar whiskey was in his hand and getting warmer by the second. He sat in the shade staring at his phone. It wouldn't take much to just press the button beside Rowan's contact and call. And he might have if he wasn't deathly afraid she wouldn't pick up, or that she would pick up and tell him that she was 100% done with him and to just stop already. Not that he didn't deserve it, but he wasn't sure he could handle that kind of rejection from the only family he considered himself to have.

And then the phone began to ring, Rowan's name popped up on the screen and his heart lurched into his throat. For a second he thought he pressed the dial button but he hadn't because she was calling him. Like the sheer will of missing her had conjured her call. But this was not a happy moment, because he knew that this phone call could only mean two things.

Something was wrong. Or she was calling to forgive him and he was leaning towards something being wrong because it was a call from her app.

He went from lounging back to sitting up immediately and he forced himself to calm down, he needed to sound nonchalant and cool, like this was an annoyance to him. He let it ring two more times before accepting the call and calmly putting the phone to his ear.

"What do you want," he answered crisply trying to mask the fear, apprehension and hope in his tone.

"It's McGarrett."

McGarrett was using her phone and her app to call him? The man who was the reason Rowan left him. The man who lobbied until she had agreed to drop contact. The man who couldn't keep her safe… not the way Wo could. Was this a trap? Had she betrayed him or was the situation so bad that McGarrett was calling him for help? If the latter were the case… what a hypocrite.

"What the hell do you want?" he repeated.

"Rowan's been arrested."

What?

A lot of questions came to mind. Starting with why the hell was Steve calling him if Rowan got arrested? Steve had so much jurisdiction on Hawaii that he only answered to the Governor and God, he couldn't get her out of lock up on his own? Unless it wasn't HPD that had her.

"What happened?" Wo Fat asked before he could stop himself, his voice nothing but the basest of growls. "Start from the beginning."

"You sent Reyes' body back to the CIA in pieces!" Steve shouted. "They're understandably pissed."

"CIA," Wo Fat muttered. Yes. He had done that. It didn't explain why they wanted Rowan. What good did arresting her do? Except for the fact that it made him very, very angry.

"They came to arrest Danny and she sacrificed herself," Steve continued.

He kept telling her to stop being so noble. Look at where it got her now. "Rowan is not my problem anymore," Wo Fat said primly, though anxiety swirled under the calm front he was trying to put forward.

"This isn't a game," Steve snapped. "It's not a trap. I need your help." He and his brother seemed to think a lot alike.

"Help?" Wo echoed. "The Great Steven McGarrett needs my help? Why, whatever for? And why would you think I'd help you?"

"Because she's your sister," Steve said. He had never admitted that before. He always maintained that they weren't related, because they weren't by blood. Only by Rowan's determination and say so.

"You've made sure that that statement is no longer true," he reminded him.

"Wo. Please. I can't… I can't do this by myself. If you don't want to do this for me, do it for her," Steve pleaded, his voice shaking and then Wo Fat realized that this was worse than he thought it was.

"So they took her for revenge for killing Reyes and my stunt with the body. Where are they holding her? Do you need resources to break her out? Is that why you're calling?"

"They extradited her…"

Wo Fat knew where to. Steve didn't have to tell him, but he did anyway. Rowan had been extradited to Colombia. Colombia was corrupted. Colombia was dangerous. Most Colombian gangsters had a healthy fear and respect of him, all the way up to the Government corrupts, it didn't make sense that any of them would put through orders to grab her. Not when they knew he was currently in the country.

"I have contacts in Colombia," he answered.

"So you'll help me?" Steve asked.

"I didn't say that," Wo Fat answered quickly. "I'll think about it and then call you back. Keep her phone on you."

And then he hung up the phone. He sat there in his pool chair and thought very very carefully about what was going to happen next. What was he going to do? If he were to intervene there would need to be a strategy. He needed to know where in Colombia they were going to take her, who was going to hold her.

Armando came to sit in the chair beside him. "That looked like an interesting call," he said.

"McGarrett called me," he admitted. "He had news about Rowan."

"Had to be bad if he made the call," Armando said sipping his iced tea, his wife had him on a diet and even through the sunglasses Wo Fat could see him eyeing the whiskey tumbler in his hand.

He handed him the glass and watched him pour what was left of the whiskey into the iced tea. "She's been arrested and extradited."

"Back to her home country?" Armando asked.

"To Colombia," he answered.

Armando slammed his drink down to the metal table in between them. "Here? Why? Why does Colombia want her?"

"I hacked up a Colombian Drug Lord on the CIA payroll and sent his body back to his handler… in pieces. They've most likely taken her to avenge their prides," he answered. He got a unamused hmm from Armando who picked up the empty whiskey glass, Wo Fat just stayed quiet, knowing that once he was done thinking, which he was doing while spinning the empty whiskey glass between his hands, he would fill him in on whatever was in his head.

"That doesn't sound right," he said, he said after a moment of careful contemplation. "They wouldn't chance that, not with her background, with her knowledge, and with you in her corner. No one in Colombia would go for her after what happened to Reyes. Even if this was about Reyes. No. This has to be about more than that, something else is in play here."

Wo Fat nodded that made sense. "Can you see what you can dig up?" he asked.

Armando stood quickly, downing the rest of his drink and placing it back on the table. "And what will you do?"

Wo Fat didn't know. He wasn't sure. But he knew that his heart hurt with worry about this. He wanted her to be safe. He wanted her to forgive him… and saving her from this would open the door to communicating again at the very least. He glanced back down at his phone and took a deep breath and said: "I'm going to get my imouto back."