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A/N: Happy Friday my wonderful readers! Here we are! We're onto the chapter that's 13 pages. We're gonna see what Steve's up to, we're gonna see how Rowan's doing and we get to see what Wo Fat plans to do. I will tell you that I'm one episode away from being done season 5, and let me tell you it ends so cutely (cause you know Kono's wedding) and then season 6 opens with utter disaster. I'll warn you guys when we get closer to it so you're more prepared. If you want at the end of one of the chapter's I can give you a rundown of what to expect in Season 6! Leave a review and let me know! Enjoy your weekend and I'll see you guys on Monday!
Chapter 181
After the phone call with Wo Fat, that did not go as well as either of them hoped, Danny and Steve returned to the Palace where Joe was waiting for them. Steve had a long list of questions that he was too afraid to ask, that he was certain Danny didn't want to answer, so Steve was content to ignore it until further notice. Especially since at that moment they were all panicking. They still had to worry about Chin and now Rowan was being taken out of the country.
Steve didn't know what to do, but he knew he had to make sure he got to Rowan before they got her on the plane. He knew he'd lose it if they took her off the island right now, he had her promise ring burning a hole in his pocket as a reminder that he was without her and on a clock to get her back. He was running out of time and he was looking to his mentor to help him solve this, but Joe had nothing for him, nothing of use anyway.
As soon as Joe saw him, he got off the phone and turned towards Steve. "I just talked to my contact and apparently no one's happy right now," he said. He then nodded to Danny "Colombia's just been made aware that they're getting Rowan instead of you."
"Unhappy enough to send her back?" Steve asked suddenly filled with hope.
"No, they've got a new plan. CIA's promising to back them if it goes down badly," he said.
And that was that hopeful feeling gone. Great, just great. "Joe what are you talking about?"
"There was more to this arrest then just bringing one of you two to justice for the Reyes murder," he said.
"What else could it be about?"
"It's a ransom of sorts," Joe explained. "Reyes was in the middle of a big deal when Rowan had Wo Fat hit him. And then he came down here to locate what went missing except he died on the CIA's watch. That meant what they were looking for… well it's still out there. Now they know Matty has no idea where any of it went and they've been trying to locate it ever since. Granted they wanted Williams' help with that instead of Rowan's, but as I said, they've got a new plan."
"How big a deal we talking about?"
"1.3 billion dollars of cocaine never made it to the market," Joe said. "They think Wo Fat made off with it, but again, as it never came back to the market they couldn't prove it was him. They are operating under the assumption that he's been sitting on it."
"So that's the play, then?" Steve asked. "They're going to ransom Rowan… to Wo Fat… for the drugs?"
"Yep, that's their plan."
"That's not going to work, she's not talking to him and I'm sensing that he's bitter about it," Danny argued. "We don't even know if he's going to help us. He didn't sound too happy when we called him… didn't seem too phased by us telling him she got extradited either…"
"Wait a second… have you made contact with him?"
"Yes. Rowan's phone got left behind. I used it to make him aware that Rowan's been extradited," Steve answered and then stared Joe down as if daring him to say something about it.
"What did he say?"
"That he'd think about helping us and get back to me."
"Must be some kind of whopper of a fight if he didn't just jump to go to her rescue," Joe mused. "I mean… he's helped her much more quickly in the past…"
"It's cause I asked," Steve growled. "It's cause I contacted him. If it had just gone through her app, if she had managed to call him before they grabbed her, he would have acted already."
Joe took that in and Steve avoided his eyes. "It's a lot you're asking him," Joe whispered. "To take on the Colombian government and the CIA, that's a lot…"
But Steve didn't care about that. He knew Wo Fat would have done it in a heartbeat had it been Rowan's frantic voice on the other end of that phone call. There would have been none of this: I'll think about it and call you back. Joe waited for anything to come out of Steve but after a moment he asked: "Do you think he'll call back?"
"Probably," Steve said. "I have her phone, I know her codes now which means I know how to get in contact with him. Maybe if I can get him to tell me where the drugs are…"
Suddenly Steve had a flash. God why had it taken him so long to figure this out? "I know how to get Rowan back," he said. "You guys come with me."
After telling Kono to get a location on Alexander, they all rushed back to Steve's truck, who then sped down the motorways and streets until he found Alexander's SUV and practically ran him off the fucking road. Steve didn't care who he hurt at that point just so long as he had Rowan back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alexander snapped coming out of the car. Steve peered into the vehicle and saw no sign of her. No. No. No.
"Where's Rowan," Steve growled.
"Already on the plane to Bogotá," he growled back, something primal in Steve snapped and if Joe hadn't grabbed him to haul him back he might have snapped Alexander's neck.
Joe forced Steve back, trying to get him to breathe but he couldn't, he couldn't because he had failed. Rowan was gone, to Colombia of all places, where he couldn't protect her. While Joe dealt with Steve Danny stepped up to deal with Alexander, and it felt much better going up against that man now that he was free and capable of hitting him back, if not physically at least with his words. Especially since he had practically tried to climb onto the hood of his SUV to get away from Steve's hands.
"As you can see, when it comes to Rowan Pierce it's not just her app you have to worry about," he said. He glanced back to where Steve was still standing there Joe in his way, eyes wide, nostrils flaring as his chest heaved. His eyes never once leaving Alexander, who actually looked intimidated. "We're here to make a deal."
Alexander glanced to Steve and then to Danny, clearly interested. "Deal? What kind of deal?"
"Her freedom and exoneration for that shipment of cocaine you've been looking for," Danny told him, when Alexander hit him with a sceptical look he added: "Yeah we know all about Sandpiper and the drugs you're missing."
"Then you'd also know that her brother made off with them," Alexander said with a scoff. "We've been looking for months. Fat could have had it shipped anywhere in the world. He could have already sold it."
"I can get him to tell me what happened to it," Steve said pushing past Joe to get to Alexander. The man actually flinched like he thought Steve was going to hit him, which was fair, he might of if he thought he could get away with that.
Alexander put on a brave front and scoffed again. "Nice try, your girl told me that she's not talking to him anymore, cut him out for you I think she said…"
Steve's face remained the same. "Yeah, except she still has that app. And I have her phone. All I have to do is report the situation, and he gets to decide if he'll help."
"And when he declines?"
"He hasn't declined a request from her yet."
They all held their breaths. They hoped that Alexander didn't catch the slip up there. That Wo Fat has never declined request from Rowan. Because it wasn't Rowan who was requesting help. It was Steven.
"Fine, you find this cocaine and uh… the Colombian government will approve her release and uh… exoneration."
Thank god. He hadn't caught it. They could do this.
"I'll need 48 hours," Steve said.
Alexander shot him a smug smirk, like he didn't think that Steve would be able to get it done. He hit him with a sarcastic: "Done. Good luck!" before heading back to his car and driving away.
They all watched him go, both Danny and Joe turning to Steve, they each had doubts, obviously, but Joe was the one to comment about them. "So… you're going to get Wo Fat to cooperate?"
Steve glanced at Joe. "Even if I have to get on my hands and knees and beg him."
Steve stormed back to his truck Danny and Joe exchanged glances. That was a big thing to hear from Steve, Joe looked a little more shocked than Danny was. Danny knew how Steve felt for Rowan, Joe had just found out how deep that emotion ran.
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When they got back to the Palace, Kono met them at the office door. Coughlin was there, looking for something in Chin's office. She was flustered, she was upset, and Steve was not in any mood to deal with Coughlin's smug stupidity. He stormed towards Chin's office where Grover was waiting for him, holding the door open to let Steve in.
"Guy came in with a warrant, nothing we could do," Grover said opening the door for him. Steve took two steps into the office and Coughlin turned to him, yep that smug grin better get the fuck off his face before Steve hit him because Steve was not in the mood for this today.
"Hey, I don't care what your warrant says, you got five seconds to leave this office," Steve warned.
"He's not in a good mood," Danny warned Coughlin. "I'd listen."
Coughlin just smiled. "Yeah, I have a warrant, and there isn't anything you can do about that," he growled showing him the paper. Steve just stared at it with disgust, was that little piece of paper going to stop him from slapping him silly? Coughlin chuckled at him and Steve cocked his head in surprise, what the hell was so fucking funny huh? "I heard your girlfriend's been arrested. Little monster's getting what she deserves."
In a flash Steve had Coughlin by the lapels and had him slammed into his desk. "Let me go," Coughlin warned but Steve just held on tighter.
"Say it again," he growled into his face. "Go ahead, you think you got balls, you go ahead and you fucking say it again."
"Let him go, Steve," Danny said, his tone blasé and clearly uncaring, he wasn't really trying to help Coughlin but he had a point. Steve really shouldn't be hitting him but Steve was past reasoning. He was livid and someone, someone, was going to get it. He didn't care who at that point, he didn't care what it did to him, someone was getting hit, and at this rate it was going to be Rex Coughlin.
"Well isn't this interesting," a smug voice said. Steve looked away from Coughlin's face to the oily looking man in a suit who had appeared in the doorway. Steve would recognize a lawyer anywhere, that man, was a lawyer. Question was, why was he here? "Am I interrupting something?"
Coughlin roughly pushed Steven off, but before he could say anything to Steve about tying him up with an IA investigation the man in the suit had said: "Are you Detective Rex Coughlin?"
Coughlin hadn't been expecting that. He blinked his eyes in surprise. "Uh… yes?"
"Hello, I'm Indigo Montoya with Coleman and Golde," he said handing him a fancily embossed business card. "I've been assigned to the Kelly case."
"Assigned the…" Coughlin echoed but Montoya was still talking.
"And as we've established this to be a gross miscarriage of justice and a terrible perversion of the law we're going to ask you kindly to leave the premises," he said.
"Leave the… I have a warrant here…"
"Oh can I see it?" he asked pulling the paper out of Coughlin's hands. He didn't even look at it. He ripped it up into tiny little pieces and then blew the pieces into Coughlin's face. The poor man was outraged.
Montoya went into his briefcase and pulled out a stack of his own papers. He handed him a letter. "This is a harassment suit. Anything and everything you've collected, including anything you've gotten from my client will be inadmissible in court. We can prove you've been pulled off this case, and that you have been stalking Lieutenant Kelly in a personal vendetta against him."
He handed him another letter. "That is a subpoena for your so called witness which we believe will prove that you twisted the course of justice and his words to fit your needs."
He then handed him a completely different file that said: "And that is proof that Gabriel Waincroft, himself, transferred his money to an exclusive underground banking ring known simply as the Vault for safe keeping. We believe he did so with the help of the Yakuza and the money is being bounced around to keep us from locating it. But all you need to worry about is that it proves my client innocent."
Montoya tapped Coughlin's shocked face and said: "Now take me to my witness." Coughlin stood there mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he gasped and stuttered. He was lost, clearly, so Steve took that as the opportunity to throw the man, literally, out of Chin's office, taking him by the back of his suit and shoving him roughly out of the door.
Montoya watched him do it and just smiled at him in a way that made Steve a little nervous. Now that he was closer he could see that his eyes were a strange pale brown he had never seen before, nor did he like the way he was looking at him. Steve narrowed his eyes at him. "Coleman and Golde were Yakuza lawyers last I checked."
That smile on Montoya's face just widened. "Uh-huh… and don't you have a girl to get out of Colombia, Commander?" he shot back and then left the room.
Hot damn. Maybe Wo Fat was going to help. But who told him about Chin?
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They had come up with a plan of attack. Kono and Grover were going to stay back in Hawaii to wait for Chin's release now that there was supposed evidence of Gabriel's lies. Danny would be going with Joe and Steve to Colombia to get the drugs and then pick up Rowan and bring her home.
Steve had gone home to pick up essentials for Nahele and then let Joe there to make the necessary arrangements while he was out. Steve went to the Grover's to see Nahele, to fill him in on the situation and soothe his fears. Steve had tried to water it down, but Nahele understood that this was serious ad that Rowan had been taken far away from both of them as a result of a bad decision, but it was going to be okay because Steve was going to go and get her back. Nahele asked how long this would take, and Steve had told him two days tops. He was worried, Steve could tell, but he promised they would both come back and that seemed to calm him down. He had promised that he'd call Nahele every night and every morning until he came back, and that no matter the time in Hawaii, he'd let Rowan call him the second Steve got her back.
Danny had gone to Rachel's to calm Grace down and to assure her that he hadn't been arrested for murder. Joe White, who had agreed to stay and help as Steve was full out panicking and he needed someone to help calm him down, was waiting for Steve when he came back at Steve's place.
Steve had gotten back first, and had went about packing hoping to calm his nerves, but it hadn't taken that much time to pack and he was no longer distracted. Which meant, as soon as Danny was in the house, though, Steve's anxiety kicked up because he couldn't look at his best friend without remembering that he lied to him.
Steve paced, waiting to get the green light from Joe to head down to the army base to catch a plane to Colombia, even he though no one had any idea where they were going or if Wo Fat was going to help them. Danny sat on the couch, far from calm, his foot tapping away watching Steve pace. Finally Steve couldn't take it anymore.
"How could you not tell me?" Steve thundered. "How could you not tell me what really happened?"
Danny sighed but Steve kept talking. "I mean it makes sense, who else would Wo Fat calmly hide a body for? If he had done it for you, even if it was because she asked him to, there would have been more bitching. And the nightmares, the fact that she felt so guilty about the situation she stopped dreaming right! I should have put it together."
"He didn't hide the damn body he hacked it up and sent it back to the CIA," Danny reminded him and Steve grimaced and went back to pacing. "Neither Rowan or I told him to do that, by the way. And he didn't tell us he had done it either, so I'm guessing she had no idea."
Yes he knew that. But that wasn't the problem right now, now was it?
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked again. "Why did you cover for her…?"
"Because we didn't know what was going to happen," Danny said. "He was going to kill me, Steve, he had a gun on me and she shot him five times, center mass, no warning. Three times in the back, two times in the chest. That's not accidental anymore, that's over kill."
"But she shot him with your gun? How did that happen?"
"He was on top of her. I knocked him off of her and I must have lost it in the scuffle," Danny said. Oh god… that bruise on her face… that was how she got it. "Look… she… she wanted to come clean but I… we… both of us didn't want to put you in a position where you might have to arrest her for murder. So Wo Fat dealt with the body, and I took the blame… all the way up until the CIA showed up and she stupidly admitted to what she did. I should have known she came clean the second they let me go."
Steve collapsed to the couch and put his head into his hands. This explained so much. The nightmares. The guilt so strong it stopped her visions from coming. The pact she and Danny had. But what hurt him was that Rowan chose to suffer alone instead of coming to him for help that she had been afraid to tell him the truth because she thought he'd arrest her, that she was afraid he'd be mad at her if he knew the truth.
"What we should have done, what you should have done was told her that Reyes was on the island. If we had briefed her on what was going on she would have told us not to bother because she had Matt," Danny snapped. Steve shook his head, they had already had this argument, over and over.
"What you should have done was tell me that she had killed someone. Someone should have told me what happened. But she didn't trust me, she didn't think I'd back her up or help her… she thought…"
"She thought she was a monster, Steve," Danny explained. "That sociopath came right out of her the second she saw the gun pointed at me and she didn't…"
"She didn't want me to think she's a monster," Steve finished. This wasn't new to him, it was why she tried to hide her past, it was why she wasn't comfortable telling him everything yet.
"Well… she kind of is a little monster though, isn't she," Joe suddenly asked and Danny and Steve glared at him.
"She is not a monster!" Steve snapped. "She protects people…"
"She apparently kills people too!"
"So do we!" Danny cried. "What because she doesn't have a badge she's a monster? She's not running around killing everyone, she's doing what she has to to protect us. She's saved lives. She saved Billy's, she saved Catherine's, and she saved me and Steve's lives a million times over. She'd save yours if she had to because that's who she is. That is not a monster… even if her ways are a little unorthodox or… you know… illegal…"
Danny's rant was cut off by Rowan's phone ringing distinctively. Gangnam Style. Steve lunged to pick it up.
"McGarrett."
"You're trying to locate 1.3 million dollars in cocaine connected to Sandpiper correct?" came Wo Fat's voice. No hello just straight to business.
"Yes. How did you know that?" Steve asked. Danny straightened beside him, and Joe White was staring at him.
"I made a few inquiries," Wo Fat answered. "And that would be the amount of drugs I took from Reyes when I hit him. The drugs you're looking for are in an Oil Refinery out in the country side of Ortega, I've already sent you the coordinates. They have been told to hand it over to you along with a book. That book is imperative. You need to deliver that book and the drugs to my associates. I will send you the address when you confirm that you've picked all it up."
"What about Rowan?" Steve asked. "She won't be able to handle Colombian jail."
"Don't worry about her. I've dealt with that," Wo Fat said and then he hung up the phone. This left Steve staring at the empty screen the phone trembling in his shaking grip.
"I don't like the idea of you working with him," Joe said to him for the millionth time. Since Steve had confirmed that he had gotten a hold of him and asked him to help.
"He's the easiest and quickest way to get Rowan back," Steve answered. "He's also the only one who knew where the drugs were. And by the sounds of it he's gift wrapped them for us."
"He'll want something from you," Joe reminded him, but Steve already knew what it was that Wo Fat would ask for.
And he didn't know if it was something he'd agree to, but at that moment he'd do anything he had to if it got her back in his arms, even let Wo Fat come back into Rowan's life.
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The flight was hellish. Rowan bounced, she tapped her leg, tapped her fingers against the tray, fiddled with the cuffs around her wrists. She couldn't help it. She was so scared. So nervous. She wanted Steve. She wanted Nahele. She wanted to go home.
To distract herself she had spent the whole time trying to think about where the hell she had heard Alexander's name before but try as she might, for the almost whole day she was on the airplane, Rowan couldn't remember why the hell she thought his name was familiar.
They landed in Bogota, where she was forced into a truck. They drove another insane amount of hours, the dust pouring in through the cracks. Rowan was tired, hungry, thirsty and terrified. She had no water in her to even cry. She was sure if she did it would just leave tracks in the dust coating her skin. She felt disgusting. She had never wanted to go home more in her life.
Straight to Steve. Have a shower. Preferably with him. And then sit out on his lanai, in their beach chairs. He would be drinking beer. She would have tea, a blanket wrapped around her and a book to read. Maybe her guitar and her notepad filled with lyrics. Nahele roasting marshmallows, playing in the water or doing his homework. God, she would never take that for granted again.
When they finally came to a stop, Rowan desperately needed to pee. She held no hopes that the next bathroom she came across would be sanitary… or a toilet. She was dragged into the yellow stained building with the words Peniteniaria National in big blocked letters stared down at her. Once inside two, Colombian officers, were waiting for them.
They stared at her with fear in their wide eyes. The Marshal with her handed her off to the guard who looked terrified to even touch her. They didn't take her to a cell, they took her to an office where a man in a nicely pressed light army green suit was waiting for her. He shot up from behind the desk when he saw her, watching in shocked horror as she was sat down in a chair across from him.
He merely continued to look down to her with horror painted across his face. Everyone around her started speaking quickly in their native tongues, she had no idea what they were saying but clearly they were talking about her.
"What's the problem?" The agent asked in English and they all glared at him.
What was probably the Warden or at least the Colombian Jail equivalent pointed to her. "That is not Williams."
"No. But she admitted she's the one who shot Reyes," the agent told them. "Didn't someone call you?"
"Yes they did but I didn't think that you'd actually bring her here! And a confession doesn't mean we wanted her. With who backs her she can shoot the president of our country and she'd walk out free," the warden snapped.
"We've got confirmation that she and Wo Fat are not together anymore. So she's not under the umbrella his protection. You wanted someone for the murders, here she is," the Marshal growled. Rowan's eyes whipped up to him. How could he do her like that? She never should have told them that. "Agent Alexander will be here soon, by the way, so stash her somewhere… convenient. He'll want to see her when he get here."
"She already admitted she shot him, what else could she tell you?" the man asked.
"It's not what she can tell us. It's what he'll give up to get her back," he growled and then left her alone with those men. Rowan didn't know who they were talking about and she was too tired and scared to try and figure it out. She just wanted to go home.
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Warden Rodriguez had spent a long time with the infamous Rowan Pierce as she sat in his office. He had fed her tamales, got her ginger ale, let her use his personal and clean washroom and then peppered her with questions about Wo Fat. He did that because he didn't believe that this cutsie, sweet, wide-eyed-innocent little girl who kept spontaneously crying was the same Rowan Pierce that a whole network of criminals was terrified of.
But once she had proven that she was, he knew what he was going to do next.
He had sent her off to a private cell, and then pulled up his phone. He tried to keep his hands from shaking as he dialled the most dangerous man in Colombia.
Wo Fat must have had something better to do because he didn't answer the first call, or the third, or the fourth.
He picked up on the sixth attempt to reach him with a curt: "What?"
"Wo Fat, I am Warden Rodriguez…"
"I know who you are. What. Do. You. Want."
"I have your sister…"
"I know you have Rowan. That doesn't tell me what you want."
Hot damn this man was in a really bad mood, maybe this wasn't a good idea. "Well, I'm assuming that you wish her to be…"
There was silence for a moment and then Wo Fat cleared his throat interrupting him. "Are you telling me, that you're calling me to ask if I want my sister to be comfortable?" he asked in a dangerously low voice. "Is that what this call is? Am I to expect her comfort to come at a price?"
"Well… that's how things work down here… first time is free, but she's been here for…"
"Too long," Wo Fat growled. "Alright, here, how about I make this easy on you cause I can tell this is baffling you. If you put my sister in an interrogation cell with that American asshole, I will decimate him and then I will come after you. If my sister is injured, mistreated or made to feel uncomfortable in any way, I will personally kill your family, everyone's family, right down to the fucking dog."
Rodriguez stared at the phone in horror. Oh god, why… why had he agreed to this? The Americans weren't paying him enough for this.
"But it's not all bad. If you keep my sister happy, if you keep her safe and comfortable, I will pay you handsomely," he told him and Rodriguez perked up. Now that, that he could get behind.
"I can do what you ask, but I will expect payment by 6 o'clock tonight."
It was a brave move and he could tell that Wo Fat was not impressed because he just scoffed at him again.
"You'll get your money when I see fit."
And then he hung up the phone. Rodriguez just sat there, well that was unacceptable, it also wasn't how things worked down here and Wo Fat knew that. Well… if he didn't get his money by 6pm like he requested… Wo Fat only had himself to blame for whatever happened to his sister.
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After dinner which was chimichangas and lemonade, Rowan was taken out of the little bunker they had put her in and took her for what they called a walk. The man holding onto her arm a little too tightly was smiling a little too meanly at her and she was suddenly quite nervous.
So far they had been treating her well, much to her surprise, but it seemed to have run out now. He took her down the hallway to where the gate to the main courtyard was and then he went about unlocking it. Why the hell was he going to put her in there? The sun was setting, what was the point of it now?
Once the door was open he shoved her into the courtyard. She whirled around as the gate slammed shut in her face. "Tell your los hermano dat what happens to you tonight is because he didn't pay up."
Wo Fat didn't pay up?
Well was she surprised? They were fighting right now, she had kicked him out of her life. That didn't mean she thought she deserved to be thrown to the wolves but really… she had no one to blame but herself at this point.
There came a few shouts and when she turned around men were filing out of the cells to catch a glimpse of her. She was still in her fancy outfit, which was ruined now. But being in a dress was not a good thing around men like these.
She found herself, back pressed against the wall staring as man after man poured out and encircled her. She turned and jiggled with the door, this was not the time for the void to leave her. The loud chatter and catcalls began in a language she should know but was too panicked to translate and above it all came a shout of: El Alto!
Someone was telling them all to stop? Rowan hazarded a glance behind her and watched as the crowd, who had gone silent, moved aside to let a giant bear of a man come forward. A man she sort of recognized.
When he got there, a group of smaller man fanned out behind him as he stared her up and down.
"That isn't our little Rowie Pierce, is it?"
Rowan straightened, she looked at him carefully, narrowed her yes and suddenly smiled. "Sunny?" she cried and he smiled and opened his arms for a hug.
Rowan launched herself at him. Juan Estefan had been one of the men Armando brought from Colombia with him to help Wo Fat out when she had been kidnapped. He was one of the men who had been nicest to her, not that she really spent all that much time with him.
"I'm so happy to see a familiar face," she said into his neck as he hugged her. He straightened to his full height and her feet came off the ground for a brief second before he put her back down.
"Does your brother know you're here?"
"I think so," she whispered. "I think… he uhm… may have refused to pay ransom? I unno, I have money… I don't have access right now but I have…"
Juan Estefan hit her with his trademark big booming laugh. "Don't you worry, little Rowie, we know all about your brother, and I don't think he'd leave you to this, not by yourself. And don't you worry about them, they're not going to touch you."
Rowan let out a sigh of relief that was a weight of worry off her chest. She almost burst out in tears right then and there.
She must have gotten a little watery because he slung an arm around her shoulder. "Oh now, no time for tears," he said. "I'll have my guys put a few calls through, we'll figure out what's going on. But for now, let's get you set up away from the guards, okay?"
Rowan nodded letting the man lead her away. And while she was grateful, this wasn't the man she wanted to sweep in and rescue her. Rowan wanted Steve. God, she thought to herself. Steve, where are you?
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Wo Fat had been on the phone for what seemed like hours. He had Sandy tracking Rowan's plane and progress, so he heard when her plane landed and when she arrived at the Jail. An all-male jail. That had set off so many red flags he almost stormed the place to get her right then and there. But he didn't have the tactical advantage, he didn't know what the true motives were, but he didn't have to wonder about that long because the Warden actually had the nerve to call him up to attempt and ransom Rowan to him. And he had straightened that man out very quickly.
Starting with if she ended up in an interrogation room, he'd decimate them. If she got hurt, if she was mistreated or uncomfortable in anyway, he'd personally go after his family and the families of anyone else involved. But keep her happy and they'd be paid. He heard dollar signs in the man's voice when he agreed, and ignored him when the man said he needed his money at a certain time that night because he was in no way in a good position to argue or bargain with Wo Fat.
He had Sandy do a deeper search into what had been going on before Rowan was arrested. He found out that everything had been in Danny's name and then out of nowhere it changed to hers. He found out that codename Shotgun had been taken by IA. He had to figure out who that was, normally Wo Fat didn't care about Chin Ho Kelly, but he did find out that Gabriel had something to do with it and he cared a lot about Gabriel, especially since he was paying a lot of money to have Black Cat Protocols enacted against him. So he had sent someone off with the fake money trail and the forged order from Gabriel to transfer money that Wo Fat had stolen forever ago, with the order of find Gabriel, who had been holed up somewhere with IA, and break something of his. He would just have to hope that would be enough to get Kelly out of lock up.
Then he made the calls to the people who had given the drugs to for safe keeping. He made it clear that people in uniforms would be coming to pick them up, because he figured Steve would go in his fatigues, or at the very least heavily armed and they were to hand over everything, the drugs and the book, without a single incident.
When Sandy reported that Steve was on a military plane to Colombia, and that Joe White was involved and had contacted friends looking for a helo to borrow, he knew he'd have to make another call. That call was to the right people with the air force telling them that he'd have people flying in their air space in the next 24 hours and he will have provided them a code for them to recognize them by.
By nightfall he was all called-out, but he wasn't settled. He figured Rowan to be reasonably safe, safe enough for him to get some kind of rest but he didn't get any. He had stayed up, drinking in his room, pacing back and forth trying to get worry the worry out of his body and failing miserably. Steve still hadn't landed, Rowan was still in lock up, the agent who arrested her was still on the way, there was nothing for him to do but pace and worry.
Which was why he was surprised when in the late hours of the night Armando let himself into his room. Armando, too, had been on the phone all day, making the same kind of calls that Wo had been making, just in a different manner. While Wo Fat had been throwing around threats and money while trying to keep Steve on track, Armando had been collecting information and setting up people and resources to enact their plan.
Armando was wearing a face that made him nervous. Wo couldn't handle anymore nervousness in his system. "Are we good to move in on the prison tomorrow?" he asked.
Armando nodded. "The plan's going to change though," he told him. "I know it."
The plan was to drive up, grab Rowan, put her in the car, and then put himself in the interrogation room with the Agent who arrested her. Find out firsthand what his problem was and whether or not he had a death wish. It was a good plan, Wo didn't see why he'd have to change it.
But his mind went to the first reason any of his plans would change. "Something's happened hasn't it? To her? What is it?"
"They put your girl into general pop around dinner time, just after six," he said. Everything that had come alive in him at that point solidified into a stony rage-fueled center.
"They put Rowan, a rather attractive female, into the general population of a male penitentiary?" he echoed.
"Yep. She's uh… she's doing okay. I put in a few calls once I found out, hoping to minimize the damage but turns out I didn't have to. She got picked up by one of my boys who met her in Hawaii when we had her last. He went in a few weeks back, had to sacrifice him, he recognized her and grabbed her, figured we'd be grateful. Which we are so in return I'll spring him earlier then his release date dictates. From my understanding she's having a blast. Sang a few songs, braided some hair, told a few stories and they gave up a cell for her, she crashed pretty hard, they're guessing the stress got to her."
He was relieved but Wo Fat was also angry and Armando was right. It did change his plan because now he had to factor in killing the Warden into his plans.
"On top of that, I've got news that Sam Alexander has landed."
"Why do I know that name?"
"He's the man who arrested her."
"Ah… that's a good reason, but not it. I know his name from something else…"
"He's in Reyes' black book," Armando answered immediately. Ah. Right… So this wasn't about the drugs. This really wasn't about Sandpiper but about Alexander's payouts instead. "If you haven't got it, they took her because of…"
"His payout, this is about the money he's missing out on," he mused. "He's taken her to get to me. To get his drugs and his payouts back."
"Yes… apparently your sister confessed not only to murder, but to being behind the hit that took Reyes' drugs, ledgers and Matty..."
"Wait… she actually confessed to the murder?" he thundered shooting to his feet. McGarrett had never told him that she had confessed, he had assumed that she was taken to convince Steve and Danny to properly confess to Reye' murder, which he was certain they had covered up. He sighed this heavy aggravated sigh. "For the… what was she thinking?"
"You'll have to ask her for yourself, but my money is on her confessing to save Matty's brother," he said. Yes that did sound like her. Wo pinned him with a glare and Armando bowed his head to him. "The original arrest warrant and extradition waiver was for him. That's why they weren't equipped to put her into a female jail, they didn't have enough time to bribe anyone to take her. So they took her to the original jail they were taking Williams' to. Apparently they had to come up with a quick plan the second she confessed."
Wo Fat stared at him. "All of this to take Williams'? Over the drugs? How would that have worked? I don't give a shit about Daniel Williams."
"But your sister does."
Wo Fat straightened and stared at him finally understanding. Their plan was to take Williams, to get Rowan to call Wo Fat and make him give up the drugs. It was such a terrible plan that he couldn't believe that was their play. Or at least it was until Rowan confessed and gave them the ability and ammunition to ransom him directly.
That fucking girl.
Now he needed to do something save her from the murder charge. Something to ransom against the CIA. Something to get them to back down.
"We need that book," Wo Fat growled.
"And when her boyfriend picks it up we'll have it," Armando told him and then both men fell silent. Already a plan was forming in Wo Fat's head.
He thought carefully for a moment before turning back to Armando. "You said you had access to a tank? I assume you actually do and it's not just a hollow brag?"
"I am insulted you would think so low of me."
"My Apologies. How quickly can you get it to the jail?"
"… You want to take a tank… to Bogotá's penitentiary? Isn't that a bit… over kill?" Wo Fat hit him with a glare and Armando knew better than to argue and with a sigh, relented. "Fine, if I get a hold of them now it could be there as soon as midday tomorrow."
"Not quick enough but it'll have to do. We're going to go in hot by the way. I'm going to iron out a few things, I'll have the new plan by morning."
"Heaven help them," Armando said making the sign of the cross before leaving the room. Wo Fat said nothing, but he knew, not even god himself could come down from the heavens and stop him from getting his sister back. But he might open up hell on earth on the ones who put her in harm's way in the first place.