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A/N: Happy Monday my wonderful readers! Hopefully none of you are having the Monday Blues, but if you are, I hope this cheers you up! We've got a pretty cute chapter going on here. We're going to focusing a little bit on other things and not so much the episode as Rowan's going to be MIA for most of it… oh you'll see what I mean. And I know next chapter is going to be SUPER cute cause we get to see a small Rowan and Steve reunion. Hopefully this makes you giggle, I know I giggled a bit when I was writing it. Don't forget to tell me what you think and I'll see you guys on Wednesday!

Chapter 189

Danny walked past Pua and into the swanky office of this ridiculously high up building. He was already not in the mood for this today, but he smiled at Dr. Shaw and let her walk them through everything. Their vic's name was Glen Hurd, 34 years old, and the leasing agent of the building they were in, killed in the office.

Danny had responded, the only one of his team to respond as they were all helping Lou at that moment with some other case which was apparently more important than this one, and because Danny was nearby anyway, rescuing Rowan from what should have been an arrest.

But he knew Steve couldn't take another arrest, not so soon after Colombia, so Danny was prepared to hush it up until they could tell Steve and not give him a heart attack.

He had left Rowan in the hallway to enter the crime scene, it was simple, Rowan didn't like dead bodies, or blood, she'd stay outside. Pua was supposed to keep an eye on her while he did what he had to do investigation wise. So, he felt it was okay to chat it up with Dr. Shaw. They talked a little bit about why they were short staffed and then went straight onto the body. A GSW to the chest, shot around 1 a.m.

That was as far as they got before someone interrupted him.

"Ew… ugh… is that… a body?"

Danny turned to where Rowan was standing a few feet away, staring at the body with concern in her eyes.

"Seriously? I told you I was responding to a murder, Rowan. I said stay in the hallway. Why are you in here acting like you had no fucking clue what was going on? It's not cute, none of us think it's cute," Danny snapped.

Rowan frowned at him. He really shouldn't have been giving her a hard time, she had not had a good morning. "Usually when you guys go to scenes the bodies are gone, and for your information… I knew where I was supposed to wait but… I got bored."

Danny rolled his eyes but Dr. Shaw perked up pinning her with a confused look. "Why, if you have a problem with dead bodies, did you come with Detective Williams in the first place?"

Rowan shot a surprised glance to Danny before turning back to Dr. Shaw. "Oooh, so proper," Rowan said smiling at her which got Dr. Shaw to blush and lower her eyes which was a surprising reaction. "To answer your question, I am not here of my own free will. Danny made me come."

"Yes, and do you want to tell her why I made you come with me?"

"No," Rowan answered sullenly and he nodded. He turned back to Dr. Shaw and bid her to continue even though she seemed very confused by the recent interaction.

When she said nothing he said: "Well, we better hurry up and get this body to the morgue and get the bullet out," he had to pause there because Rowan was gagging, which was ridiculous because they hadn't done anything yet. "Are you good?" he asked her but Rowan waved him off. He turned back to Dr. Shaw. "Are you good too, or do you need help?"

"No, no, I'll just ask officer Kai," she said waving him off but Danny was shaking his head at her.

"He's gotta stick around to secure the crime scene. I'll help you out."

"No, no, no, I'm out, I'm going to wait out in the hallway," Rowan said finally going back to where he had originally told her to stay in the first place.

They watched her go with, Danny with a smile on his face, Dr. Shaw staring at her as if she were an alien. Together they got the body in the bag and on the gurney. They were outside in the hallway where Rowan was waiting a look of disgust on her face. But they didn't have an issue until it came to actually moving a body.

They had to use the elevator at the other end of the building, the complete opposite direction of the crime scene as it was the only one big enough to fit the gurney. But Rowan, being Rowan, was whining, as per usual. All through walking she had kept a safe distance from them and the body but now that she had to actual get into the elevator with them, she was having a real conniption.

"Aw… come on… please don't make me," she said hitting Danny with a puppy dog look that only worked on Steven. "I'll be good, the building is teaming with cops, what trouble am I really going to get into?"

"Rowan, don't you think you need to get over this fear of yours? I mean… you're around it so much as is…"

"This is different. Being in an enclosed space with a body is different from just being able to be around one. What if he starts moving?"

"He's dead," Dr. Shaw reminded her and Rowan shot a scowl at her.

"I know that! But it would be just my luck that the asshole turns out to be the first zombie."

"Okay, think of it this way, how proud will Steven be if you conquer this?" he asked. And Rowan's lips began to twitch. "Don't you think he'd be very proud of you, wouldn't you love to tell him that you did this?"

"I mean… maybe… but honestly… I think he might just be pissed off that you took his girlfriend to a crime scene."

"Considering the alternative, I think he'll come to forgive me," Danny answered drily, reaching out and tugging Rowan into the elevator.

But Dr. Shaw had perked up at the mention of Steven as if she had just realized something. "Oh, so you're Rowan Pierce, Commander McGarrett's girlfriend," Dr. Shaw said. "He speaks of you a lot but I think this is the first time I've met you."

"Oh yeah, that's me… wait… he talks about me a lot? Like Really? What does he say?"

"Oh my god, Rowan, the man never shuts up about you. About your sleeping habits, your sex life…" "—he tells people about our sex life?!" "…he mostly tells me about your sex life. Everyone else gets to hear about your arguments and whatever cute or hot thing you had done, and he's forever showing people pictures of you. Do you have any idea how often I have to listen to him brag about his amazing girlfriend, the song writer? I mean seriously, how do you not know this by now?"

Rowan got all smiley at that and he found himself smiling too. He liked reminding her of that, because Steven was terrible at it and she needed all the reminders she could get. Steve was gonna get laid tonight all because Danny had spit that out.

There was a break in silence between the trio in the elevator. "Uh… well… so, you know, I really owe you one," Dr. Shaw said to get off of the awkward topic. Danny turned to her.

"Yeah, just don't ask me to help with the autopsy," he said going for cheesy jokes cause they were easier than telling her that he was going to help her no matter what.

"I wasn't talking about this. Although I do appreciate the assist," she admitted. "I, uhm, I wanted to thank you for suggesting I take up surfing. I've been catching waves every morning, just ankles snappers, but, um, it's been therapeutic."

Rowan scoffed at them. "I'm sorry, Danny Williams, this Daniel Williams, suggested you surf?" she asked her. When Dr. Shaw nodded Rowan turned to Danny. "You hate the ocean, you hate surfing, what are you doing recommending surfing as a therapeutic hobby?"

"You know what, when we get out of here, I'm going to call Steven. I'm going to tell him what you did today," he growled. Rowan was half way through complaining when the elevator suddenly jerked to a stop.

"What just happened?" Rowan asked.

"No, no, don't panic, it's fine," Danny said pressing the emergency button and getting no response. "You have got to be kidding me."

Dr. Shaw pulled her phone out, no signal. The two of them exchanged glances and came to the same conclusion. They could make noise but they were too far from the crime scene for anyone to notice and the building was on lock down due to the murder. They both glanced to Rowan who was pressed up against the wall, farthest from the body eyes wide in terror.

Shit, this was not going to go well.

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It wasn't long for Mindy Shaw's two comrades to fall to shambles. After Rowan pressed the alarm button so frequently and so hard that it broke and Danny put dents into the metal of the door pounding on it for so long, the two of them broke down in separate ways. Danny went between pacing and checking for a signal on his phone, but Rowan seemed to lose her mind. Her back was against the door, her head in her hands, and she had announced to both of them that she was going to try and connect with Steven, her boyfriend Steven, the Great Steven McGarrett, through some psychic connection she seemed to think the two of them shared. At no point in Steven's bragging had he ever mentioned that his girlfriend was insane.

As crazy as it was, it kept her quiet and out of the way, so Mindy went along as it seemed to keep Rowan distracted from the situation. Danny, however, was a completely different story, pacing and muttering to himself.

Mindy had sat down as well only because she had gotten tired of being on her feet. She stared up at Danny as he seemed to whirl around as if he'd see a new way out as if by magic. She sighed at him. "I think we just need to accept the fact that we are stuck in here until someone finds us."

Danny turned on her a wild look in his eyes. "Oh yeah, when's that gonna be?"

"Hopefully before the body starts to get ripe," she said laughing at her own joke. But Danny didn't laugh and Rowan, who's head was to her knees at this point, gagged. The sound muffled but completely distinguishable. Well, her fear and disgust of corpses had clearly not been conquered by this.

"That's funny. Let me explain something. Doing nothing is not an option. You think it's funny? It's not funny. I've heard of people getting stuck in elevators for days and days…"

"I really don't think that's going to happen," she said interrupting him.

"Really? My phone doesn't work, your phone doesn't work, her phone's in the car so we can't get a hold of Sandy. The alarm doesn't work, and we're not going to get it to work thanks to Hulk hands over there. No one's coming to look at office space because the office manager is dead…"

"Yes, but won't Commander McGarrett come looking for her?" Dr. Shaw interrupted pointing to Rowan.

Danny turned back to Rowan who was crouched up against the door with her head in her hands still trying to telepathically get a hold of Steve.

"True, if she doesn't check in a few hours he'll come looking but he doesn't know where she is because we didn't tell anyone…" Danny trailed off and went back to pacing. "We've got to be proactive."

"Or we can conserve energy."

"We've got no food, we've got no water. The Oxygen level in here is getting very low."

"There's plenty of oxygen."

"Then why can't I breathe?" Danny cried.

Mindy was officially worried. "Detective?"

"I can't stay in this place," Danny was rambling as she got up.

"What is happening?" she asked him.

"He's claustrophobic," Rowan said, her voice low and garbled but still in very contemptuous way.

Danny rounded on her. "Why are you saying it like that? You can't do small cramped spaces either since the sexual assault."

Mindy's eyebrows shot up to her hairline, holy shit that was harsh and a very blasé outlook on such a terrible thing to have happened. Mindy might have lost her mind if someone had said that to her but Rowan calmly looked up to Danny clearly aware that he was just panicking and probably didn't mean it and said: "Okay, that makes me traumatized not claustrophobic, and I'm still handling this better than you."

"Really? Because you've been trying to psychically link to Steve for thirty minutes, isn't that a bit crazy?" he cried.

"Well I mean… he's sensed me in danger before," Rowan said to him. "Maybe I should be doing this out loud. Maybe he just can't hear me and I need to be louder."

"What?" Danny cried only to be answered by Rowan suddenly screeching Steve's name.

"Okay, okay, stop it!" Mindy cried and Rowan fell quiet. Mindy turned her attention back to Danny, having stood up to address him. She put her hands to Danny's shoulders to make him look at her. "Alright, listen to me. Everything's gonna be okay. Right now, neurotransmitters in your brain have sent the wrong signal. Activating your sympathetic nervous system. You just need to ride this out until your parasympathetic nervous system can restore your body to a normal state."

"That's good," Danny said sarcastically. "Can you do me a favour and repeat all of that in English?"

She shot him a little smile. "Okay, your body is lying to you. It's telling you you're in danger, but you're not. You're not. "

"So, it's like a glitch?"

"Exactly. It's a glitch. That's all. Just a glitch. There's no danger."

"No danger," he repeated.

"There's no threat. Okay? You're completely safe. Now just relax and breathe."

"Thank you…"

"You're welcome. It's not often I get to use my medical knowledge to help living people," she answered. She realized that she still had a hold of Danny's shoulders and for a moment she lost her self in his eyes. Wow they were really… blue…

"Ugh, if you guys start kissing, I'm gonna hurl," Rowan growled and just like that Mindy jumped away from him and he whirled onto Rowan, yelling at her about how unprofessional that was while she just stared up at him with calm and unfeeling look on her face. After that she had another problem: Rowan and Danny's bickering. Unfortunately, there was nothing Mindy could do to stop that. She just had to hope that they got rescued soon before the two argued each other to death.

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Grover had called Steve for a personal situation. Steve had been having a good morning up until then. He got to take Nahele to school and waved the kid off. He got to come home to Rowan getting ready, and he got to derail her from getting ready for a quicky in his washroom. He just couldn't resist her in her pencil skirt and bra, his dog tags around her neck and it made him twice as hard to push that skirt up to her waist to get into her.

She had a meeting to go to, but she had promised to call him for lunch and since it was his day off he was fully planning on ignoring any case that came up to actually go out for lunch with his girlfriend. Originally when Lou had called Steve had assumed it was for support, he had heard that one of his friend from Chicago who had been vacationing in Hawaii and celebrating their anniversary had died. But that was not what Lou wanted. Lou had a theory, it was a dangerous theory, and if he was wrong he could ruin a friendship years in the making.

Clay had started when Grover had. They were best buds, had walked the beat together. They were understandably very close, and Clay's wife of 25 years had just fallen off a cliff while on a hike and died and Grover thought that Clay had done it.

Lou had asked for Steve's opinion and backing and Steve was more than willing to give him both. They were now heading back to the Palace, in their separate cars, Lou in his SUV and Steve in his truck, to find a way to prove that Clay had done this to his wife. Everything had been going well until all of a sudden he was filled with such a terrible welling panic that had him slamming on his breaks in the middle of traffic.

He couldn't understand what just happened to him, it felt like he had just had an anxiety attack out of no where. The kind of chest pain he got when Rowan tried to use the void but it was paired with panic, and he didn't usually feel that unless she was in some sort of danger. He didn't know what had brought it on but despite the honking behind him he flipped on his flashers and dug out his phone. He needed to hear from Rowan, he had a feeling something was wrong, he had the strange feeling that Rowan needed him, and it wasn't going to go away until he talked to her.

But Rowan didn't pick up when he called her, her phone went straight to voicemail. She could still be in her meeting. But the panic wasn't going away so he called the one person who was always so good at talking him down. But when he called Danny his phone, too, went to voicemail.

Steve sat back in his truck. Something was wrong, he knew something was wrong but he didn't know what. Taking the flashers off and flipping on his siren and lights he quickly sped off towards the Palace. The quicker he could trace their phones and get his friends on finding Rowan the quicker his girlfriend would be back in his arms. His heart wasn't going to stop racing until he knew that she was safe, and he wasn't going to consider her safe until she was with him again.