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A/N: Hello My Wonderful Readers! How did you like the last chapter? Cute right? So we're onto the next episode and I had a lot of fun writing this one too. I think this episode is only three chapters but the drama is gonna keep coming, what can I say they went for high dramatics for the last ten episodes in the season! We're also getting closer and closer to season 6 and let me tell you, it's gonna JUMP RIGHT IN to all the angst. But I promise I will make it up to you guys okay? I promise! As always, don't forget to leave me a review and I'll see you guys tomorrow!

Chapter 186

Steve sat in the barber's chair getting a cut and a shave. His eyes closed, leaning back as Odell went about shaving him. He was chatting on aimlessly about how the barber community was getting killed off by everyone's relentless need to be in a hurry.

Steve was just happy to be getting some shut eye. Rowan had been keeping him up, and not in the sexy way either. He didn't know what was going on but her dreams had both him and her up at all hours. They were bad and he sympathized, but they were also exhausting him. He was dangerously close to sleeping on Danny's couch just to get one night of good sleep.

Problem was he didn't sleep well without Rowan. Wasn't sleeping well with her currently either. Quite the dilemma.

He had just started to doze when Odell asked: "You with me, Commander?"

Steve forced his eyes open, forced himself to be awake. "Yeah. I'm with you. I'm sorry. I'm just, uh… it's… it's been a tough week."

"Hey, you got the couch, I'm here to listen," Odell told him. But there wasn't anything he really wanted to talk to him about "You having issues with the Pitbull?"

"No, Rowan and I are fine," he said even though he was lying. Rowan had been dreaming of a child murderer, one that would eventually grab Charlie, Rachel and Stan's kid. A man who would sadistically torture him until Charlie's murder was eventually a mercy killing. She had woken him up screaming about it every night that week, which meant… it was going to happen soon. Rowan had been so sure about it she convinced Rachel to pull Charlie out of school and keep him at home.

He glanced up at Odell and smiled. "I'll tell her you were asking after her."

"Oh good, I'd love a social call from my favourite song-writer. Just don't tell her I called her a Pitbull," he said quickly. "Something's on your mind, McGarrett, come on… let it out."

"No. No, no, no, it's nothing," he said. "It's nothing."

"No, no, no," Odell mimicked. "Nothing's nothing, this is about something, if it's not you and the lovely Miss. Pierce, it must be about work, is it about work?"

Other then he caught hell from the Governor about whatever had happened with the CIA and their Sandpiper operation, about going down to Colombia without permission at the direction of a criminal to get his girlfriend back, nothing was wrong at work. To be fair, he hadn't even gotten in that much trouble. Governor Dennings was just surprised that Steve had only handed over 1.3 million dollars worth of Cocaine to Wo Fat and his associates. What was worse, was Wo Fat had given those drugs to Armando, and now he was the drug runner replacing Reyes in the Sandpiper operation. What a wonderful connection for Wo Fat to have.

But he didn't want to say any of that to Odell, so he went with the only other thing he was willing to talk about. "No, not work. It's about… it's about my mother, is what's it's about."

Odell sighed. "Oof. We all got them."

"Yeah, not like this one, we don't," Steve warned him. His spy mother had done all she could to save Danny and Rowan from what was happening, she had funneled Joe a lot of information she couldn't afford to give up. But it didn't make up for her skipping out on him again, for aiding and abetting Wo Fat who had tortured him twice now and was the reason his father was dead.

"Ah, I hear you," Odell said and then immediately backtracked into conversation about him and his new place. He let Odell talk and then put a cold towel on his face, already he was anticipating Rowan's hands on him, she was going to love the cut, and the shave. She loved his stubble, but it had been tickling her while they made out recently. Too much stubble, almost full-blown beard. Rowan didn't like beards.

Once the towel had cooled off his skin, and closed up his pores, according to Odell, he was sat up in front of the mirror to appreciate Odell's work on him so far. "Mahalo, nue loa," he said quickly as he looked himself over. "You open up early, you sacrifice your morning paddle all for my schedule. I appreciate it, Rowan's going to appreciate it. I'm touched."

"Hey, man, my grandpa Jack always said: this is a people business," he told him as he shook Steve's hand "You clean up nice McGarrett."

"Not bad, huh?"

"Yeah, I can see why that girl of yours is so attached to you," he said with a smile and Steve smiled too. "I like to think of myself as an artist, but some canvases are better than others. Speaking of which, I would love to get my shears on that partner of yours. That cat's got a hell of a head of hair."

Steve raised his hands in defence, of course everyone liked Danny's poofy fluffy hair, even Rowan seemed to like playing with it, she said it was because there was more of it to play with, so Steve had been sure to grow more for her, but he had been in the Navy so long that it bugged him when it got so long. He had thought he had found a happy medium, but Rowan still complained it wasn't long enough.

"I've been chasing him around with a pair of scissors for five years now. He's very precious about that 'do. Trust me, but he'll be back in a week. I'll tell him you offered."

"Solid," Odell said with a smile. "So, what are we gonna do today?"

"High and tight," Steve said.

"And don't touch the burns, right?"

"Right? Also, can you make sure the front still has some length, Ro likes to play with it," he said trying very hard not to blush but Odell just smiled.

"Should have opened with that McGarrett, I ain't about to do anything that will have that Pitbull in this shop chewing me out for messing up your 'do," he said with a grin.

Steve shook his head. "Keep calling her Pitbull and she's going to be in here bitching about the nickname, cause I will sell you out if you keep at it."

Odell raised his hands in surrender a cheeky smirk on his face. Steve tried not to shake his head as the shaver had come out and he wasn't certain when Odell was going to start when the bell above the door rang in the silence. Both Odell and Steve turned a kid was standing there, heaving, sweating, his leg bleeding leaning against the front counter. He couldn't be more than two years older than Nahele.

"Please, you gotta help me. They're coming to kill me!" he cried.

Steve was up and out of the chair immediately, he went to the kid and threw his arm over his shoulder. "Come on, come with me, let's get you sitting down," he said. When they started walking together he added: "That's right, keep your weight off it."

Steve got him sitting down in the chair that he had just vacated and then knelt down to assess the damage. Odell just stood beside him, doing nothing just watching them. "It's bleeding really bad," he said and Steve shot a glare at him.

Not. Helpful. Fuck it was like having Rowan around except instead of vomit he was getting useless info in a monotone voice. "Get me a towel," Steve ordered. Odell ran off to obey. "What's your name, kid?"

"It's Eran."

"Eran? Who shot you, Eran?"

"I… uh… I don't know. These guys." He stuttered. Great. Also not helpful. But he had just been shot and was in shock, so Steve got it.

"What guys?" Steve probed.

"I don't know, they had guns." Well, no fucking shit, kid. "I saw them shoot someone. They killed him. And now they're after me."

"Call 911," Steve ordered his eyes on Odell.

"I can't do that," he said and Steve almost swore at him.

"Why can't you do that?"

"I had a falling out with the phone company years ago and I don't do cell phones, okay?"

No, not okay. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Steve quickly got his keys out of his pocket and tossed it to him. "Blue Silverado across the street. My cell phone's in there, all right?"

Odell went to the door but didn't leave, instead he stared out the window and then said: "Commander I think we may have a problem."

Steve didn't need this right now. "What? What are you talking about?" but Odell didn't answer, he kept staring out the window. "Here, keep putting pressure on this," he told the kid and then joined Odell at the window.

Okay, a big black SUV with four guys with large guns coming out of it was a good reason for Odell to be freaked out. Maybe they were different guys, not the same ones who were after Eran, maybe they were just here to rob the store next door.

"Yeah we definitely have a problem."

"Oh no, that's them!" Eran cried from his seat and Steve groaned his luck was not holding out for him today.

"Take him behind the wall there, and stay down, stay down," he ordered going for his gun. He went to the door and opened it eyeing up the four men.

"Stay where you are!" he ordered. "This is Commander McGarrett of Five-0. Drop your weapons!"

There was a pause before they opened fire on him and he had to dive out of the doorway and behind the front counter. He waited, crouched down, as glass shattered and bullets ricocheted off of everything and ripped through the drywall. Once it was quiet again, he popped back up and returned fire, forcing them back behind their SUV.

That's when he noticed the OTHER SUV that had pulled up behind them where another four men poured out from. Well FUCK HIM!

"We just want the kid!" a man called out to him "Hand him over and we walk away."

"Yeah that's not gonna happen!" Steve shouted back and then popped up to return fire until they forced him back down with their quicker, larger guns.

This went on for a while, the volleying back and forth getting shorter on his side as Steve was running low on ammo and trying conserve his rounds, where as these guys had all the time and bullets in the world to keep him pinned.

"How could you not have a phone?!" he shouted at Odell who was behind a wall with Eran. Odell carefully popped up from behind the wall, the window between them had been shattered allowing Steve a clear view of the top half of Odell's head.

"All my regulars have standing appointments, the rest are walk-ins, okay? How could you leave yours in the car, Commander?" he shot back before ducking down.

"Because this is the barbershop. This is where we come to unplug from the rest of the world, do you remember?" he snapped repeating Odell's rant from before.

"Oh, yeah. Now you're gonna use my words against me? Nice," he said popping back up just to glare at him before ducking down once more.

He heard Odell ask Eran if he had a gun, but he didn't. Steve shot at the bad guys again to keep them from advancing on them.

"Some days are just born bad!" he heard Odell cry and he scowled to himself. Fuck. All he wanted was a hair cut and a shave so he could surprise his girl. How did that go so fucking wrong? Huh? Maybe Danny was right and Steve was a danger magnet.

"How's his leg?" he called to Odell

"Still bleeding, man," came back at him. Goddamn it.

"You gotta pack that wound and then put more pressure on it," Steve ordered

"Pack with what?"

"I unno, what do you got in there. You got gauze out there?"

"What?"

"Cotton balls?" Steve asked and hen looked around. "Look, Cotton balls, right there, on the counter."

"Well bring them in!" Odell cried. But Steve didn't have time for that.

"Just come and get the cotton balls!" he ordered and then stood up to return fire. When he was forced back down he noted Odell scampering back behind the wall leaving a trail of cotton balls behind him. Good at least the asshole listened to him.

Steve listened to Odell talk nervously to the kid. Kicked out of boy scouts for smoking weed. Danny got kicked out too, he couldn't remember what for at this point, but he figured he'd love Odell for this. Kicked out of boy scouts bonding time. If they ever got out of this, that is.

"You must be running low on ammo, Commander," the main guy called out, taunting him. Well fuck you too buddy. "You can't hold us off forever. Save yourself. Give us the kid."

"HPD's gonna be here in a minute. And trust me they won't be low on rounds," he shouted back even though he didn't know if that was true or not.

At that Steve got up and ran back to the back of the shop where he could hide behind a wall that was closer to Odell and Eran.

"I don't think they bought that," Odell told him, popping up briefly and Steve scowled at him. He did not need the pessimism right now. But he needed other options.

Steve looked around, spotted a door. "Where's this door lead?"

Odell popped up again. "Hallway to the back door," he answered.

"Alright, we gotta get Eran to the hospital, okay?" he said. "I'm gonna lay down cover fire, you guys get out of here."

"What are you insane? You're not gonna come with us?" Odell asked. And now he was acting like Rowan. "Their guns are bigger than yours, man."

"The minute I turn my back and stop firing on these guys, they're gonna come in here and they're gonna kill us, you understand. They're gonna track us down and kill us. By now, somebody would have called in these shots fired. I got enough ammo to hold them off until HPD arrive."

"What if nobody called the cops?"

What the hell was this man's problem? Why didn't he just shut up and go, Steve would be fine, he was always fine. "Why are you arguing with me?" Steve snapped. "This kid's loosing blood while you're arguing with me, he's gonna die if you don't get him to the hospital."

Odell rolled his eyes at him and hit him with a passive aggressive. "Alright, okay, jezzus," fuck it really was like he was with Rowan. "I guess we're going, kid. You okay?"

They counted down to three to together and when they hit three, Odell got up and dragged the kid away while Steve moved forward again, gun blazing going in hot to lay down cover fire while they got away. He had a feeling that as soon as Odell got out of the building, he'd get a hold of Rowan or at the very least called the cops.

Probably was, Steven wasn't alone for more than a minute when Odell came back into the view. He left Eran in the back and then rushed towards the front where McGarrett was taking cover, sliding to a stop beside him. Dear god, if Odell did something noble and took the kid along for the ride, Steve was going to kill him.

"What are you doing back here? Why are you here?"

"I came to say goodbye," Odell answered, so sarcastically that Steve nearly pistol whipped him. "They got guys out back. I secured the door but we can't go out that way."

The gunshots started up again and Steve and Odell cringed. He stood when he could to return fire and when he ducked back down Odell asked: "How long till those cops you were talking about show up?"

"I don't know. It's a commercial area. You're the only store open right now. The closest residential isn't for a few blocks. I'm thinking the HPD's gonna take a few minutes to pinpoint our exact location."

Odell didn't like the sound of that. "Seriously? I think it's safe to say we're the only shop on the island that's under siege right now!" he cried and suddenly the shots fired up again. Odell cringed and shouted over the gunshots: "Call the Pitbull! Call the Pitbull!"

Steve had been thinking that as well. He hated Rowan's app, hated the way she was when she used it, but right now, it'd be really nice to throw Sandy and Rowan at them and see how smug they were after that.

"I don't have my phone I'm going to call her? How the hell am I going to call her?" Steve cried back as another volley of shots came at them.

"Yeah, but just cause you don't have your phone, doesn't mean they don't. That network's following you around too, ain't it?"

It was. Wo Fat did have it following him. Rowan was still certain that it was because she cared about him so by proxy Wo Fat cared about his wellbeing as well, but he didn't buy that for a second. He popped up to return fire, only to be forced back down when they started shooting again.

Yeah, he didn't have a lot of options at this point. No phone, running out of ammo. God, he was going to have to bite the bullet and get Sandy involved.

Steve waited for silence and then shouted: "This is Captain America activating the Sanctuary Network!"

And for a long while there was nothing but silence and Steve wondered if it would work. He peaked over the wall, to see them looking at their phones and speaking softly to one another. Was it working? Were they going to go away? But one guy, obviously the leader, roughly shoved the men closest to them barking orders and reluctantly all of them put their phones away and the guns were once again trained on Steve and the building. Steve immediately ducked back down. Okay. Maybe it hadn't worked.

"You know the story of the three little pigs, Commander McGarrett? Well Sanctuary isn't your brick house! You give us what we want and we'll go away. If you don't… then… not even Rowan Pierce can save you," the man called out. Jesus they wanted Eran bad but Steve wasn't about to give him up.

Steve and Odell exchanged glances, no one had ever, ever said that to him before. So much for everyone being terrified of his girlfriend.

"Well fuck… when her brother finds out they said that… they're dead," he growled. Not that that helped them now. He glanced at Steve. "How you doing on ammo?"

"I think I got about three rounds left."

"Well can we recycle these things? There's like a million of them in here," he said showing him the spare bullet he had in his fingertips.

Steve didn't know what to say. If it were Rowan, he would have snapped at her and then kissed her to apologize, and Danny wouldn't have said that to him at all. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that."

"Okay, I'm just trying to help."

"Okay, you want to help? Find us a way out of here."

Odell thought for two seconds. "The gate. We can secure ourselves inside."

Steve stared at him. The what now? "What gate?" he asked.

"I got a security gate outside," Odell said sounding quite happy. "It rolls down at night to keep the undesirables outside of my shop."

Wow, really, that had been an option this whole fucking time? "Okay, I'm going to ask you a question. What do you call these uh, what do you call these guy out there with the big guns?"

"Okay, forgive me for not mentioning it sooner, alright?" Odell snapped. "I'm not exact thinking straight, it's not every day I have bullets flying at my head. And honestly, I thought that network would kick in by now."

"It's not set up to automatically respond to me, Odell!" Steve cried. "It's gotta get approval from her stupid brother to respond, all it's probably done is report the situation to him. Wo Fat ain't going to do shit for me unless Rowan asks him to!"

The two of them glared at one another and Steve decided to change the topic. "Is the gate automatic? Tell me it's automatic."

"What do you think?" Odell snapped back. The sass was not appreciated right now. "All I need is to open the front door, pull the gate down, that's it."

Steve nodded. "Alright. Move fast, keep your head down."

"Inspiring words, thank you," Odell said as Steve got in a crouched position ready to stand up and lay down cover with whatever bullets he had left.

"On my mark."

"I don't know what that means."

Fuck him.

"It means when I say go, go."

"Well, say that, then," Odell said primly and Steve almost slapped him. Fuck he'd rather have Rowan here, at least he expected that shit from her. And she would have understood what on my mark meant.

"Okay, so when I say go, go," Steve repeated and Odell nodded. God if he survived this he was going to need a vacation.

They both got ready. Steve counted to three and then got up, shooting at the guys at the guys as Odell got up, got the door open and pulled the chain. The gate descended quickly and as Odell slid to the safety beside McGarrett the bullets pinged off the gate.

"Fast enough for you?" he asked Steve who just sat there catching his breath.

"That was good, that was fast."

"But you didn't say go," Odell told him. "You said one, two, three. You said you were gonna say go."

Steve glared at him. He had never wanted Rowan more in his life.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

A few days after coming back from Colombia, Nahele had announced to them that he wanted to learn how to skate. He had never learned before, he wanted to try, and a girl in his grade, whom he wouldn't admit he had a crush on but Rowan was assuming he did, skated on the regular. So Rowan and Nahele had gone and bought skates, and then she had taken him to the best rink in Hawaii, a rink she was used to as she had performed in that rink in her world. The dimensions, nor the quality of ice had changed between the two realities which was wonderful.

Nahele, despite being nervous had learned quickly. She had held his hands and taught him how to move forward, while she skated backwards, had taught him how to turn, how to stop and how to speed up. This week he was learning how to skate backwards.

The problem was, Rowan had honestly forgotten how much she loved to skate. She had forgotten how fluid she was on the ice, how moving had always seemed easier to her when she was skating. She had deluded herself into thinking she could just teach Nahele how to skate and not want to practice, to see if she could remember her old moves. Oh how wrong she was. The second she was out on the ice, she wanted nothing more than to twirl, to jump, to spin. So when Nahele would go off on his own to practice, or when he had had enough and wanted to go home she would practice.

And while she was still rusty, she was still as good at skating as she remembered. And she had certainly remembered why she loved it so much, why it had hurt her to think she'd never skate again due to her injury.

When she finished practicing she found that Nahele was waiting for her by the side. She skated over to him, hopping off the ice. She knew he'd want to go home, and she got that. He had a lot of videogames to play with his friends.

"Sorry," she said to him. "Let me get out of my skates and we'll head home."

"Naw, it's no rush," he said to her. "I only came over cause your phone was going off."

Rowan sat down on the bench by their stuff and peeled off her first skate. "Yeah?" she asked. She then dug out the keys and tossed them to him. "Go start the car I'll be out in a minute."

He nodded and Rowan quickly got the other skate off and stowed away before she fished out the phone from her bag. She was surprised to find that she had a bunch of alerts from the app and a single text from Wo.

She hadn't been in trouble so she didn't know why the app would be active at all, but she figured it out the second she read the alert. She looked over everything, from the activation, to the ignoring of Wo Fat's claim of protection. No one had ignored the app since the NLM, why would anyone ignore Wo Fat's order to walk away when everyone who did died?

She finally looked at Wo's text which had no form of explanation and instead just read: "Garig is waiting for you."

Panic hit her harder than she had ever experienced before. She didn't know what was going on, but she'd have to find out, once she got Nahele home and had someone over to babysit. Rowan quickly got up, rushing out towards her car, her head still reeling because at no point had she ever expected a Red Alert to read: Captain America has activated Sanctuary.