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A/N: Hello my wonderful readers! So we have another long chapter here. A lot happening in this chapter again, a full 12 pages of drama. We get to see Wo Fat's big dramatic rescue, and we get to see how Rowan's faring on her own, and what Steve's up to. We got a few people who are nervous about season 6 and let me tell you I'm nervous too! I promise that once season six is done and the main character growth has been completed it is literally nothing but cute stuff from then on in. Like a wedding, and an adoption, and someone's going to be forgiven, trust me it's gonna be worth it. On an added bonus WE HIT 800 REVIEWS! Adelaide2647 was my 800th reviewer but for some reason the review isn't showing on the website so I'm very confused but it says we have the stats so I guess FanFic is acting up! Anyway, Adelaide2647 won something special, but I can't message you about it, so when you see this MESSAGE ME! We're also getting a 7 DAY MARATHON! Starting today! So 7 days of posts I hope you guys enjoy it cause we got a lot of drama and cute stuff coming up! As always, don't forget to leave a review, don't forget to tell me what you think and I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Chapter 182

Today was the day. Today, Sam Alexander, was going to pull off the impossible. He was going ransom the infamous Rowan Pierce to Wo Fat, he was going to get that guy to cave and crack and give up in order to keep his sister safe.

It was a daunting challenge but he knew if he pulled it off he'd be untouchable, he'd get a promotion, and a raise. This would make or break his career. So it was understandable that he was both nervous and excited when he got to the Penitentiary she had been left in. Though he found it strange that the Warden was waiting for him when he came into the building. A little suspicious.

He had only spoken to Warden Rodriguez a handful of times, to confirm payment and protection from Wo Fat if things went sideways, and to confirm the plan of action with him. He had never met the man in person before. He was a short but stout man, with a handlebar moustache and an oily completion that went straight up into his thinning black hair.

They shared pleasantries, the how are you's and how was your flight's before Alexander broached the topic of his trip.

"I take it the girl's doing well? Not too comfortable I hope," he said with a grin but the man winced and turned to his companion, who was head guard there. They spoke in Spanish and his smile faded.

"Have you done something to the girl, or have you lost her?" he asked, no longer happy. "Cause if you handed her over before…"

"No, no, she's still here."

"Okay… so where is she?" he asked with his hands on his hips as he glared at them much like a disappointed father would.

Rodriguez winced. "Well… that's the problem…"

"Problem?"

"We uh… we put her in General pop last night…"

Sam's face dropped, he couldn't help it. He was in shock. "You what?"

"Well… she was…"

"Are you out of her mind? They'd eat her alive… her boyfriend… if he… do you know how crazy the men in her life are?" he thundered. "You were the one that didn't want to deal with her brother!"

"Well he didn't pay up, so obviously he doesn't care about her the way you think she does," he said and Sam glared at him. They tried to ransom her to Wo Fat… ALREADY?! But Rodriguez merely shrugged. "So we gave her to the boys to teach him a lesson… but uh… they uh… they took a shine to her."

"Of course they would… some of them haven't seen a woman in YEARS!"

"No… I mean… uh… that is to say…"

"What, what is it? Spit it out!"

"They like her. They just sort of… rallied around her. My boys can't get her out."

Holy fuck they had taken her in. They had put her general pop and the boys had taken her in as one of their own. Who the fuck was this girl?

"Where is she?"

"In the yard."

Sam stormed away from him, looked out the window and sure enough there she was. Sitting in a beach chair, her dress folded up beside her, in nothing but a bra and shorts he was certain weren't hers, just fucking tanning. Firstly, the fact that she was half naked and unafraid told him just how safe she felt in that yard with those men pacing about her, and secondly how did she get a fucking lawn chair? That was contraband!

Fucking. Hell.

He turned back to them. "Your men, with all the authority and guns, can't get her out?"

"Not without possibly hurting her, no," the head guard told him with a shrug. "Every time we try to go in, dey swarm her and we lose her in the crowd. We'd need to get her to come to us, but she's uh… being difficult."

Of course she was, why would she be cooperative? Alexander glanced back to where he could make out Rowan in the yard and then back to them. "Alright, have your boys come with me, I'll get her out."

It took a while of coordinating, apparently the other guards hadn't wanted to come with him, hadn't wanted to try and get her out. They were afraid, he could tell by their whispers, they were afraid of her.

Fuck, who wasn't afraid of her? Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe… maybe he should have just taken Williams.

Still he got them out into the courtyard, they took two steps in Rowan's direction and those pacing men, led by a giant bear of a man with a giant loping happy grin formed a tight circle around them. Cries came from the holding cells, the guards were trying to keep them at bay, but Alexander wouldn't have long before they stampeded towards them.

"Rowan Pierce!" he shouted over the din, but Rowan didn't move. She merely sat back kept her eyes shut and answered with a condescendingly high pitched: "Present."

This fucking bitch.

"Very funny, call them off and get over here."

"No thank you," she answered primly. "I'm working on my tan until further notice."

Alexander groaned. "If you don't get over here…"

"What?" she asked suddenly sitting up and turning to him. "What are you going to do? Fly back to Hawaii and get Williams? You're gonna double arrest me? You got nothing…"

"I've got info on Steven," he offered. "Don't you want to know how he's doing? What he's doing to get you out?"

At that Rowan straightened. He had a feeling that Steve and Rowan had the same weakness… and it was each other.

"That's right your precious McGarrett is running around helplessly trying to get you out of this, and you're making it harder for him. Do you think this is making it easier for him to get out you?" he asked. "If you come over here now, I'll let you call him, I'll let you call Nahele, wouldn't you like that?"

Rowan blinked her eyes at him but she finally stood up, she picked up her dress and pulled it over her head before shimmying out of her borrowed shorts and slipping back into her shoes. She put a hand to the bear's shoulder but still he didn't relent.

"Hey Sunny, it's okay, you can stand down," she whispered to him. "I'm going to go with them…"

"If you go with them, we can't stop them from… hurting you," he said back, his eyes staying on Alexander, boring into him in an untrusting manner, as if he knew that he didn't have anything good planned for her.

Rowan seemed to realize it as well but she smiled encouragingly, albeit quite shakily, and told him that it was okay. She knew what she was getting into.

She hugged him tightly, thanked him for helping her and then surrendered herself to Alexander and the guards. And not a moment too soon, because as soon as they got the gate locked behind them, the rioting men all broke free chanting the same phrase over and over.

Activar Santuario.

Alexander didn't need a translator for that one. They were calling for the activation of Sanctuary. He had absolutely no idea what Sanctuary was, but if it made Rowan smile like that it couldn't be good for him.

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Gabriel had been surprised when Coughlin showed up with a man in tow he was certain was not the lawyer he claimed to be. There was something about those cold unfeeling brown eyes that sent a shiver up his spine. Paired with a wolfish pointy grin, like the man couldn't wait to devour him, made him more than nervous.

But it was when Coughlin slapped the papers down, a paper trail for his missing money that said that Gabriel himself had transferred the money to someone else for safe keeping, months before Chin even came to speak to him that first time, that Gabriel knew he was screwed. Fully and completely screwed.

Coughlin had chewed him out. Said that he was going to refuse to let Chin go. So long as Gabriel could swear he came to ask for the money, they could still get Chin on bribery. The lawyer, Montoya, who was supposed to be Chin's lawyer said nothing, didn't even seemed phased.

In fact, he seemed interested more interested in Gabriel. He had asked Coughlin to leave but he refused so Montoya had turned to Gabriel and asked: "Hablas español?"

"Si."

"You can't talk to him…" "—Are you going to leave?" "… Well… no…" "Then shut up."

And from there the conversation was in Spanish.

"Do you know why I'm here?"

"To clear Chin's name…"

"No, I'm here because they couldn't find you in lock up and you were due for a beating," he said and Gabriel felt his mouth run dry. Damn, alright, so Fat had sent someone, the question was how was he going to beat him here under the protection of IA? He must have noted the panicked look on his face because Montoya leant close to him and snarled: "That's not the plan anymore."

"What is the plan?"

"I'm waiting for further instruction," he answered clasping his hands together. "I guess it will depend on how much of this deal of yours is connected to Rowan Peirce's arrest."

"Wait! Rowan?" Coughlin suddenly interrupted in English causing both of them to look at him. "You just said Rowan Pierce? What does she have to do with any of this?"

Montoya turned an icy glare to him and Coughlin stared him down, while looking quite nervous. Man, this guy had no backbone.

"Can I question my witness please?" Montoya asked. "Without interruptions? I mean, you hid him so you wouldn't get any interruptions, sorry I couldn't be as underhanded as you…"

Coughlin scoffed at him and said nothing. So Montoya turned back to him.

"How much of this involves her?" he asked him in Spanish again, Gabriel almost wanted to answer in English, but there was a dangerous Edge to Montoya that worried him. He figured playing nice would work out for him in the long run so he made sure to answer in Spanish.

"Other than I'm sure that bitch stole my money, nothing. Well other than the IA man wanting to sync it up with Williams' arrest, cause he figured that they'd be… distracted…"

Not a smart move if they asked him, but it got him out of lock up and one step closer to escaping as planned he'd take it. But now with this man being sent by Fat to find him, he wasn't certain if that was going to go to plan now.

"That may just save you," Montoya said digging into his pocket to pull out a phone. No doubt to report that to Wo Fat. "Right now, his main concern is her, but he's still upset with you for your past transgressions. We'll see what he has me do."

"Who… who are you?"

"I am no one. No one of your concern anyway," he answered quickly. "You should be more concerned with how mad he is, cause after the stunt the CIA pulled he is far from a good mood."

Gabriel sat back. He had no doubt that informing his IA guards that Montoya wasn't a lawyer wasn't going to help him. This man, was confident enough to make it his far, he no doubt could take them all. But the good thing was that this was a hired gun, which meant, if he could, he could probably convince him to turn on Fat, he just needed the time to do it.

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Slap.

Rowan bit back the cry but couldn't help but cringe.

Sam Alexander was nothing but a liar. She never got to phone Steve, or Nahele. All he did was take her to an interrogation room, cuff her to the table and slam a phone in front of her. It was almost like a burner phone except it was an iPhone and on the screen was her app. Where the hell had he gotten her app? And what could he want with it?

First he wanted her to use it to find the drugs. And she refused because she wasn't a snitch like that. Then he wanted her to contact Wo Fat, and she refused because he had left her to go into General Population and she was certain he was angry with her and wasn't about to help. And let's be honest, she didn't want them to exploit her, her app or her brother like that.

Arrest by CIA confirmed. Location confirmed. Possible abuse and torture. Rescue team on Stand-by. Confirmation needed.

Poor Sandy. She was freaking out. But that didn't mean that Rowan was going to confirm anything.

"Tell her to connect you Wo Fat," he ordered again but Rowan shook her head. He raised his hand to slap her for the sixth time and she ducked away from him.

"No! I'm not doing it!" she snapped. "I don't care how many times you hit me I'm not calling him!"

"Do you know what we're going to do to you if you don't?" he asked. "Do you know what I can do?" She knew what he could do, she knew what he was threatening, and while she was afraid, while she was certain that if he brought out actual torture techniques and tools she'd probably buckle and call for Wo Fat but that didn't mean she was going to tell him that. Alexander glared down at her. "If you don't start cooperating things are going to get more… uncomfortable… for you…"

"Things are already uncomfortable," she whispered. "Like… you really need a breath mint. And you still smell like vomit… maybe you should just buy new shoes."

For a moment he just glared at her and then, quick as a viper, he back handed her. That time he had hit her so hard she felt her cheek split against his knuckles. That time she couldn't help it, she yelped.

"This little act you have has stopped being cute," he growled. "If you don't want me to get violent with you, if you don't want to get a little… shock therapy, then shut her down and call your fucking brother."

Rowan stared at him almost shakily before turning her eyes to the phone where Sandy was waiting for her commands.

"Fine… you want me to talk to her?" she said and he smiled, smiled happily at her like he had won. "Sandy, it's Professional. I'm A-okay time to go night night."

Situation neutralized. Shutting down Sanctuary. Have a nice day, Professional.

And then the app closed. Alexander stared down at the phone in shock. "Did you just… did you just shut her down? Are you out of your goddamn mind? Do you think this is a game? Do you think I won't torture you or that I won't leave you alone with the guards as a play thing? You don't think they've been eyeing you? You don't think they don't want a taste of the Great Pierce the Destroyer?"

That was a heavy handed threat. It made her stomach turn and her heart heave. She just wanted to go home and to be honest she wasn't certain how to answer his questions. But luckily she didn't have to answer.

The door loudly banged opened as a man let himself in and then shut the door behind him. He turned, a warm grin on his face, as he took in the surprised faces all turned in his direction. But Rowan couldn't help but let out a string of shaky laughs because she recognized the man who had just walked in and she had never been happier to see Armando in her whole fucking life.

"Who the hell are you?" Alexander asked as the man approached Rowan, who could only stare up at him with watering blue eyes, so happy and exhausted. But if this really was a rescue where was her brother?

"I'm Miss. Pierce's attorney," he said coming to stand over her. He turned that fake warm smile away from him and back down to her, becoming a softer smile the second he was looking into her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"No. I'm freaked out, and scared. I'm dirty and hungry. I really need to pee and he keeps hitting me," Rowan whined.

"Interrogation rules are a little different in Colombia," Alexander said with a smug grin.

But Armando had her chin in his hand and seemed to be looking her over, inspecting her tear stained face for damage before he turned his dangerous glare onto Alexander who actually frowned. "How… how exactly did you know your client was here?"

"Got an alert," he said quickly, pulling Rowan to her feet. "And a call from a concerned citizen. It's time I took Rowan home."

Alexander was slowly going for his gun. "You're not taking her anywhere…" out in the hallway came three gunshots. Two quick, one on its own a beat after the two in quick succession. She knew that pattern.

Alexander shouted something in Spanish that Rowan didn't catch but clearly Armando did because he just laughed. "They're not going to come help you. They gave you up to us the second we crossed the threshold."

The door opened again and someone else came into the room. Rowan turned and there he was his hands absently fiddling with the cuffs of his nicely pressed grey suit. A motion she now knew was a nervous tick. He looked up to her, the look on his face more than intimidating. Oh Wo Fat was not happy. And all she wanted to do was hug him but she didn't cause he had his serious business face on.

"I've done what I can but we'll have to go with Plan B," he told Armando who just nodded. Wo Fat walked past him, his cold dark eyes on Rowan "I can take it from here. Why don't you see to the… car?"

Armando nodded to him and turned away. It was at that moment that Wo Fat turned his angry eyes up to the agent in front of him and Alexander swore, his gun properly drawn and aimed at them.

"Am I taking her now?" Armando asked unaffected by the gun in Alexander's hand. It took a shake of her hands and a small bolt of void power for the handcuffs to clatter to the table, they all turned to her, Wo Fat and Armando unaffected by it, albeit a bit curious, while Alexander groaned, but before he could edge towards her to get her contained again she got up. Immediately she was in between them, in front of Armando and behind Wo Fat and safely away from Alexander.

Wo half turned to him. "I don't want to chance gun play with her in the vicinity, she'll stay with me for now," he told him. "We'll be out in just a moment, have the motor running."

Armando smiled to her but made sure she stayed back and behind Wo Fat who glared at Alexander whose gun was now shaking in his hands. With Armando gone Rowan slowly moved towards him, just slightly peeking out behind him, only to be swept safely behind him and out of view.

"You've got to be kidding me!" he cried. Rowan reached for Wo Fat who was slowly heading towards Alexander and his shaking gun, leaving her in the corner of the room. "She said you two were done. They said…"

"That we weren't talking?" Wo Fat taunted. "Fight or no, she's my sister. I had a body chopped into pieces and mailed to you because you dared to send a puny little drug pusher down to threaten her friend and she just happened to get involved. It didn't cross your mind that I'd have no problem breaking into a Colombian prison to get her back?"

He slowly, with his hands raised, crossed the room towards Alexander who's gun had started to waver and wobble in his hand. "But that was the play wasn't it? You wanted me here, you wanted me to know you took her, because you knew I had the drugs. You figured you'd take my sister make me cave, right? Well, you've got what you wanted. Here I am. Go on. Throw out some ultimatums. I want to hear what you thought I'd agree to for her."

For a moment Alexander was silent. Rowan sort of felt bad for him. It was something completely different, thinking you're going to negotiate with someone like Wo Fat and then actually having to do it. She bet he thought he'd be able to do it over the phone.

"No? Nothing? None of this give me the drugs or I'll keep her here?" Wo Fat taunted. "Is that because you know if I got in, I'll get out and I'll be taking her with me? Afraid? Sam Alexander? Are you afraid that you may have bitten off more than you can chew? Well I'm a merciful man, Alexander. You tell me what you have to offer and maybe I won't end your life for even thinking of ransoming my sister against me."

"Offer you… I think… I think it's the other way around…"

"Are you sure? Take a look around you. General population bowed down to her simply because they knew I wouldn't be happy if any of them touched her, what do you think they'll do for me? All I have to do is open that door, throw you into the pen and let them do the rest. What's stopping me, hmmm?"

"Killing me won't save her. Not since she confessed."

"Yes, I had heard about that," he mused. And then turned to her. "How many times have I warned you about being noble? How did it work out for you this time?"

Rowan just stared at him. Really they were going to do that now? "I want to go home, Wo," she said starting to cry a bit. "I just want to go home."

Wo Fat seemed to think about it. He looked back at Alexander with a sigh and once again turned away from him, having no issue with turning his back on a law enforcement agent and his drawn gun. "Alright, I'm bored with this anyway," he said, crossing back towards her. He got a good look at her and suddenly paused, his eyes narrowing at her. "What happened to your face?"

"He hit me," she whispered to him. "Six times, he's hit me six times!"

Wo Fat slowly turned back to Alexander, the look on his face enough to have Alexander take a step back. "Okay we're not going home yet," he growled, quickly taking off his suit jacket and handing it to her. "There's candy in the inside pocket, pull 'n peel twizzlers, your favourite," he said to her before turning around fully, that dangerous glare back onto Alexander who was backing away from him. "I'm going to make sure you regret that... ten-fold. "

Alexander raised that gun again but it was too late, Wo Fat had thrown the first hit. A quick swing towards Alexander's gun hand. The gun clattered out of his hold and then Wo Fat truly decked him. The thin red-headed man went down immediately. Rowan merely watched it all uninterestedly, there really was candy in his pocket for her and she was busy pulling it apart as her brother beat the shit out of Alexander.

Beside her someone began pounding on the door. Wo Fat stopped kicking Alexander and turned to her. "Uh… barricade that," he ordered and then he knelt down, his knee literally in Alexander's chest, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and then slammed his fist into his face ten more times. As he did that Rowan picked up the chair she had discarded and then put it up under the door handle. That was about the best she could do.

It was the loud gunshot that got her. She yelped and whirled around, but it was only Wo Fat, carefully putting his gun away, leaving Alexander on the floor.

"What did… did you just…" she cried.

"No. It was only the shoulder. I'm going to kill him later, just want him to suffer a bit… if I'm lucky he'll bleed out," he said.

"What? But… that's what got us in this mess in the first place!" she cried. "And this is not going to prove me innocent!"

"You're not innocent, which is why I'm so surprised that you confessed in the first place, what were you thinking?"

"That Danny had a kid to go home to…"

"Don't you too, isn't that the new intel, that you adopted a kid?" he asked.

"Foster, I'm fostering a kid."

"Again… how noble of you," he drawled and she just scowled at him.

"Wo this is serious!"

"Yes, I know, which is why I have a plan to fix your noble stupidity, but right now, right now I need you to be calm, and just listen to your aniue, so we can get out of here. Can you do that?"

Her big brother. Awwwww. Rowan nodded and all was quiet for all of two seconds before the pounding on the door got her attention again, especially since it sounded like the thing was going to come off its hinges. "And how are we going to get out of here if we've barricaded the door? I thought you said that general population was going to bow down to you."

"Yes, and they would. But the guards are probably more than a little pissed off that I shot their illustriously corrupt Warden. Now, we're not going to walk out the door, we're going to walk out the hole in the wall," Wo Fat growled. It was then she noticed the phone in his hands. Ah no… no… that couldn't be good. But she didn't get a chance to complain, he had already thrown her into the corner and braced himself over her.

Just as the explosion shook the building, decimated the room and the rubble caved in above them.

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They had called Grover on the way to the airport, Coughlin was refusing to release Chin, but it was clear his one defence had been blown wide open by finding out that Gabriel had transferred the money himself. Which was shocking to them, because Rowan had confessed to doing it. That must have meant that Wo Fat had made it look like Gabriel had done it which would have been ingenious if someone had told Rowan that. Then his girl wouldn't have tried to take the fall for it.

The flight to Colombia was hellish. It took WAY too long to get there, and then way too long to get off base to where they'd be allowed to rent a helicopter to get to the drugs. He had entrusted all those details to Joe which lead to his mentor taking them to Ortega to meet Frank Bama. The same Frank Bama who had got them the bird last time to rescue Steve from Wo Fat two, maybe three, years ago. He had a new bird but the same attitude, and he was the one who was going to get them to the refinery.

It had been a full 24 hours since Steve had last seen Rowan, had had her in his arms and it was showing. He hadn't smiled, his face was in a permanent frown and he had gotten so fucking twitchy you would have thought he was withdrawing off a very strong drug. He had changed into his battle outfit, all black. Black tee-shirt, black unmarked Kevlar, black cargo pants he couldn't wait to catch hell for wearing, and the thigh holsters she loved so much. He was sporting enough hardware to start a war, they all were.

They were in the air for ten minutes when the chatter from the ground started to fire off in their ears. When he had landed Rowan's phone had gone crazy. He had briefly looked all the alerts over before his eyes glazed over and figured that he'd check it the list of instructions as needed.

"Steve, I got radio contact with the ground asking us to identify ourselves," Bama called from the cockpit.

Steve pulled out Rowan's phone where a list of instructions were awaiting him courtesy of Sandy and Wo Fat, good thing he was ready for this. He read it over and quickly and sighed. Fuck. He didn't want to say any of this out loud, he was starting to think that Wo Fat had designed this whole list to humiliate him.

"Uh… uh… tell them… tell them… We come in Peace and uh tell them we're… we're… god I don't want to say this. Tell them we're Master sent."

He avoided everyone's eyes when he said it, it embarrassed him too much to have to say it. But Frank Bama repeated it no problem and as soon as he said it the chatter all but ceased. He guffed at the silence and half turned to where Steve was sitting with Danny beside him and Joe across from him.

"Well shit. They've never done that before. Got anymore magic codes?"

Steve shook his head and glanced back at Joe, waiting to see if he was going to make another comment about Wo Fat's pull and how this was an awful lot of power to be flexing for a girl that was no longer a part of his life. Steve believed Rowan when she said the two of them weren't talking, or at least he did… until this had happened.

To soothe his fears he fiished the ring out of his pocket. He also had his dogtags for her too since he knew how much she liked it. But it was the ring he was fiddling between his fingers, letting it twinkle in the light, that he was desperate to get back to her. It should be on her finger, she should be with him.

"Is there something you wanted to tell me kid?" Joe asked.

"She's not talking to him, okay?" Steve snapped bitterly. "She said that she wasn't in contact with him, that she hadn't forgiven him for torturing me and I believe her."

He sunk in his seat, fisting the ring in his grip and glared at Joe who smiled at him. "I know," he said. "But that's not what I'm talking about, I was talking about that ring you got in your hand. You gonna propose to someone, son?"

Steve glanced down to his hand and then showed him the ring. "It's a promise ring," Steve answered.

"We all told him not to do it," Danny said and Steve scowled at him.

"That's not true, everyone else was super on board, only Danny wasn't… and he's just pessimistic and… okay you know what? Rowan loves this ring," he said. "And when I get her back I'm gonna give it back to her."

Joe seemed to nod as he thought that over. "You and her are really serious then?"

Steve nodded and Joe seemed to think that over. "Okay… well… then I can tell you that when I was with her for two weeks in a small quarantine room, not once did she get a call from him, or any suspicious calls at all. All she ever did was call you, or Nahele." Whoa. Wow, that… that actually made him feel better. "But uh… talking about quarantine… you know that I know you were survelling me while I was in there right?"

"Oh it wasn't just you, he was surveilling Rowan too," Danny said, crossing his legs as if he didn't just throw him under the bus.

"Okay… yeah… I figured…"

"How did you find out?"

"It's her app. You had her own app tracking her. It fucking updates her Steve, she knew the second she got the phone out because it said told her that someone named codename Jersey had linked it up to the hospital feeds."

Danny raised his hand as if he were answering a question. "That would be me."

Joe nodded as if that information meant something to him. Steve merely scowled at the two of them. "She didn't say anything…"

"Probably because she got why you did it. Just like I do. Or maybe it's because when she found out I told her you were surveilling me but her app was probably the easiest way to get it done. But just like you should be trusting her, you should be trusting me."

"Okay, just give me a reason, Joe?"

"Well how about I tell you how I knew Rowan and Danny were about to get arrested. I can tell you who gave me the Sandpiper file?"

"Sure? I'd love to know who owes you, Joe," Steve said with a sigh, because really that didn't matter to him.

"Well it's not about who owes me, but who owes you," he said. But that didn't make sense. "It was your mother."

Well that was… that was… surprising… that his mother was looking out for Rowan.

"She didn't do that for…"

"Oh yes she did. She did do that for you. She knows how important that girl is to you, how important Danny is and she uh… she stepped up."

Steve thought about that a moment. That was very nice of her. It didn't excuse what she did, that she let Wo Fat torture him, or that she still hadn't come back or attempted to talk to him but at least she, you know, tried. Steve sat back and thought about everything, purposely ignoring Danny's questioning gaze and Joe's calm and patient one. He didn't know what to say, he was too busy worrying about Rowan to really digest that information.

Luckily they left him alone with his thoughts until they had to land. The list didn't say anything about having to land elsewhere so they chose to land outside the facility. Frank Bama cut the engines, and with guns at the ready they headed towards the oil refinery. But it turned out that they didn't need to worry about that either.

The drugs were all neatly packaged and ready to go. Not a single shot was fired. The men all watched as they loaded the drugs into the copter, hands raised in surrender. They didn't move. They didn't say a thing. The leader of the outfit had approached them with extreme caution, a simple black-leather-bound ledger in his shaking hands offered out to them.

"Tell him we cooperated," he said, his accent thick his voice shaking. "Tell him we did all he asked."

Frank Bama half laughed. "Shit man, never seen them do that before either. Who the hell are we working with and uh… can I always work for them?"

Steve ignored Frank and nodded to the leader as they went about packing. Once they were done, once they were up in the air again he got attacked by Joe.

"I thought you said the two of them were done kid," Joe reminded him.

"They are," Steve growled.

"One doesn't do stuff like this for someone they're done with. Especially an unfeeling sociopath like Wo Fat," Joe snapped right back as Steve got into the driver's seat.

"Yeah, except Wo Fat found feelings when he found Rowan," Danny reminded Joe. "You wouldn't think it was true, but trust me when I say I've seen it."

They were quiet until they got back to the airfield. They were quiet as they got the drugs into the van. And they were quiet as Steve started driving. But he wasn't on the road out of the airfield for more than thirty seconds before Rowan's phone began to ring. He answered it quickly, knowing exactly who it was.

"Have you picked up what I needed?" he asked.

"Yes and Rowan?" Steve asked.

"She's… detained," Wo Fat said and Steve swore loudly.

"You said you were going to get her," he reminded him.

"I am not taking on the CIA and an army of corrupt Colombian prison guards on my own," Wo Fat snapped. "Now that we have what they want, I can barter for her. Less of a chance that any of us will get killed in a shootout, and an even less chance of Rowan getting stuck in the crosshairs."

Steve stayed silent. Wo Fat had a point but that didn't mean he liked it. He wanted Rowan to be safe, he wanted Rowan out of that god damn prison. He wanted her unharmed and back in his arms again and he wasn't going to be okay until that happened.

"Now, I'm going to text you an address, bring the stuff there, then we'll make a play for Rowan, okay?"

"Wait are you… are you in Colombia?"

"Yes."

"How long have you been here…?"

"The whole time," he answered and Steve scowled.

"And you couldn't come get the drugs you stashed yourself?" he snapped. Wo Fat just laughed at him which infuriated him further. "Stop laughing! This isn't funny…"

"I can't be everywhere at once. I told you, I was dealing with Rowan."

"You've haven't done anything!" he shouted. "She's been in that prison for more than 24 hours! And you've got me running all over Colombia…"

"I don't have time your hysterics, McGarrett. Bring me the drugs, bring the book, and we'll get that girl of yours you refuse to call your girlfriend, but seem to care oh so much for," he growled.

Wo Fat hung up the phone and Steve threw his phone down violently. "When the text comes in tell me," he snapped to Danny who was snatching it up.

"Any chance I can talk you into calming down?" Danny asked.

"No," Steve growled and that was enough to keep both Danny AND Joe were quiet for the rest of the trip.