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A/N: Guys I've been working so hard on this story, I'm officially at 216 chapters. How ridiculous is that? I've been working extra hard this month on completing chapters as I'm competing in National Novel Writing Month and I want to focus on that. Obviously I'll still post, which is why I wanted all the chapters set for November ready to post, but I also wanted some extra so I'd be good to post for December and not run out, you know? If you're interested in being my NaNoWriMo buddy hit me up and I'll send you a request or something. As always, don't forget to leave me a review and I'll see you guys on Monday!

*Edit: There was some formatting issues, I thought i fixed it, but i guess I didn't. It should be fixed now. Thank you Quinn and DeliriousPrincess for pointing that out for me. Hopefully you guys can read it now.

Chapter 197

Rowan had told him someone was going to knock on the door, he didn't know why he was surprised when they did. Maybe because he just, for once, wanted her to be wrong. And maybe a little bit because he didn't want to deal with anything else. He just wanted to go to bed, cuddle his girlfriend, and sleep. So he was not happy when someone started to knock on his door late that night after Nahele had gone to bed and he had just gotten into the perfect cuddling position with Rowan.

Steve had gone down the stairs on his own, Rowan had asked him, before she fell asleep, for Steve to wake her up when Chin came to the door, but he hadn't because he wanted her to be wrong. He was mentally praying it wasn't Chin, but luck was not on his side. Sighing Steve let Chin come into his house offered him a beer, and then got straight down to business, asking why Chin why he was at his house this late. And he didn't enjoy listening to what stupidity Chin had willingly got up to that night either.

Meeting with Gabriel's people without any fucking back up. The nut job.

After the story was finished Steve just looked down to the pictures and evidence that Chin had collected and sighed. "Why didn't you loop me in, I would have gone with you?"

"They said no chaperones… and they specifically said no Rowan. You would have constituted as both."

"Yeah, they said no Rowan cause Rowan's hella involved and they're afraid of Rowan getting dragged in any further. The joke's on them though cause I had Sandy tracking you on the app and people on alert so that if something had happened. Let's just say they would have not liked what my response would have been if something had happened to you," she said coming down the stairs. She was wearing Steve's favourite grey sweater, he liked it on her much more. Her hair was up and she was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Thank you for waking me like I asked you too."

"I didn't know it was him," Steve growled.

"I told you the midnight knock tonight would be him, why don't you listen to me McGarrett?" she snapped as she headed for the fridge. God he hated it when she last-named him. "You boys need another beer?"

"Sure," Chin called over his shoulder just as Steve called: "Thanks babe." He then looked down at the pictures Chin had brought with him, all of Adam and with a man Rowan called Shioma. "Was the intel worth it?"

"It was," Chin said with a nod. "The man with Adam in these photos is Goro Shioma."

"Told you," Rowan said from the kitchen where she was opening their beers. Both men ignored her.

"He works in Tokyo finance, or at least that's his day job. According to sources in the Japanese underworld, he's also the Oyabun of a major Yakuza syndicate and looking to take over more space. They say he's gunning for Riku."

"He's got a legitimate job, its possible Adam didn't know about the Yakuza connection."

"Oh he knows," Rowan said handing them their beers. "This is about the money."

Steve turned to Chin who was staring at Rowan, blinking his eyes. "What money Rowan?"

"Okay, so you heard nothing about money?" Steve asked.

Chin sighed. Since rescuing Kono they had all looked to Rowan as if she were a god. Her visions were bible now. But Steve knew how often the flickerings of the future changed, how there were a million different versions of outcomes and his girlfriend was just picking strings to get the best options. It wasn't uncommon for her to pull the wrong string.

"Well, I know he knows Goro is Yakuza. There are rumours going around that Goro and Adam's father were really tight, and that after Wo Fat killed Hiro, Goro put a price out on his head."

"That is true, he did," Rowan said. "He and Wo Fat are still not on good terms. In fact I don't think he's on good terms with anyone in the Yakuza. Riku's on thin ice, for sure."

Steve frowned at her. That was it, that proved she was still talking to Wo Fat, despite promising him that she wouldn't. "How do you know that?" Steve snapped.

"The app updates me on which connections are safe. Anything Yakuza has been grey for a while," Rowan said absently. "So you don't know if this is Adam attempting to buy his company free of the Yakuza?"

She asked Chin that question, and Steve found himself staring at Chin who just seemed confused. When Chin didn't answer Rowan looked down at the pictures before her with a sigh.

"If this is really about the money he owes the Yakuza then it's farther along then it's supposed to be," Rowan said. Chin's face answered her question. "I need to call him. I need to get people on the island."

"Whoa… whoa…" Steve said, coming to stand in front of her. "People on the island?"

"This is war Steven," Rowan said as if that all made perfect sense. "Gabriel knew what would happen if he stayed. If he touched my family again… this is a flagrant slap of disrespect right across our…"

"But I don't know if Gabriel is even involved in this," Chin argued but was swept aside by Steve who had a more important question.

"Are you still talking to Wo Fat?"

He had been avoiding that question for weeks. She was getting a weekly call, one that she was very secretive about. She had been lying to him about who it was, but it always came from a private number and he couldn't prove it was Wo Fat or that she was lying. But after those calls she always sounded and acted a lot like Wo Fat. And right now, in that moment, she had never sounded more like him.

Rowan chose not to answer him. Instead she just stared up at him with those beautiful blue eyes of her filled with nothing but surprise. "Because you promised me you weren't. Remember? You said you wouldn't forgive him for what he did to me, that you wouldn't stay in contact. You promised me Rowan…"

Rowan faltered. "Well I haven't really… but we need his help… I can't do this alone and things are going to get messy…"

"And we will deal with it. You, me, the rest of Five-0, but not Wo Fat. Do you understand? Promise me Rowan, promise me you won't get him involved."

"He's already involved… he's been dealing with Gabriel up until now…"

"Fine. Promise me you won't get him even further involved."

Rowan blinked her eyes and just stared at him for a bit before she finally sighed and said: "Alright. I promise."

Steve visibly relaxed but Chin, Chin was not relaxed at all. "My cousin marries Adam in three days, what do I do?"

Steve and Rowan exchanged glances. "Well, I say, until we know what these meetings are really about… you do nothing."

"Exactly, you guys are not allowed to ruin Kono's wedding with this… or bombs."

It wasn't the first time she had said told them that bombs and service weapons were not allowed at Kono's wedding and Steve was starting to worry that there might actually be a bomb at the wedding. God he hoped Rowan was wrong.

"Alright, y'all talk it out. I'm tired and heading to bed. You'll be up soon?" she asked Steve leaning in to kiss him. Steve hungrily lapped up all the kisses she had to offer without making Chin too uncomfortable and told her that he'd be right up.

He noted that as she walked up the stairs her phone was in her hand, the back light lit up in the darkness. He was trying so hard to trust her but he couldn't help but feel like she was lying to him. It'd be catastrophic if she lied to him… he'd probably never trust her again.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

They barely slept after Chin left. Steve had tried to sleep beside Rowan, but he had a hard time lying there pretending that he wasn't unnerved by the last night's conversation. As a result he had tossed and turned and in turn had kept Rowan up too. In the morning Steve was pulled in for a case, which left Rowan on kid-duty for the morning and he had pulled Danny in for it as well hoping to get some sort of advice from Danny about the situation he found himself in but Danny had his own drama and that had taken over the conversation that morning.

"Wait a sec, wait a sec," Steve said as they got out of the car and walked towards their crime scene. Rachel had been blowing up Danny's phone with all sorts of cryptic messages and Danny couldn't tell him why but it was making him nervous. "Did you do something wrong? What did you do wrong?"

"I don't know. I've been thinking about it, I'm wracking my brain, I can't figure it out. But Rachel is definitely upset about something."

"Why, are you thinking it's Amber-related?'

"Melissa," Danny correct. Steve half smiled, must have been weird having to correct it the other way now.

"Oh that's official now?"

"Well, yes, it is her name, so I think it's official and that's not what it is, I don't think so anyway," he said as the two of them walked forward. "You know. And I had to lie to her this morning."

"Rachel?" "No, Melissa." "Whoa, wait, I'm confused again."

"About the text messages, I'm getting all these text messages. She asked me what's gong on, I had to lie. Said it was about work."

"Why? Why would you do that?"

"Because its drama with my ex-wife. I don't want to get her spooked thinking that there's a problem with a crazy ex-wife then she feels like she's gotta take off."

"Hold on, hold on, I distinctly remember Melissa having drama with her ex and you being understanding about the whole thing," Steve reminded him.

Danny mulled that over before smiling proudly and puffing out his chest a bit. "That's true. I was very cool about that. Wasn't I?"

"Are you kidding me? Very cool? The guy hit you over the head, was threatening to kill you. Hell if he hadn't stabbed my girl he would have stabbed you. And you know… Rowan could have died. So yeah, you were cool… I probably less so, but I tried man…"

"I mean… you didn't yell at Melissa, or me, or Rowan over it so yeah… I'd call that being pretty cool about the situation," Danny said.

"Fuck I never did yell at Rowan over that did I?" Steve asked. "Damn I knew I was forgetting something. Did I tell you she told me that, she saw that guy had Amber, sorry Melissa. She saw that the guy had Melissa and her thought process went to, grab a bunch of rocks, scale the trellis throw them over the roof to make a distraction and hope that was enough to get her in the house and get armed with a weapon before taking on the maniac with a knife. I mean… she had service on her phone why didn't she call 911?"

"Yes, you did tell me Steven, we all heard the same story when she had to give her statement. And I must say you did very well in that room with the not just jumping on that bed and strangling her then and there, though we were afraid that vein in your neck would bulge out so far it would burst."

"I was just so grateful she was alive at that point and she was so fragile after… I kept putting off the yelling until after her stitches came out but then… you know… other things happened… and then Colombia…"

Danny nodded and once again they fell silent. They needed off of this topic. He briefly contemplated bringing up his issue but his mind had remembered what his girlfriend looked like dwarfed in that hospital bed after taking on a maniac to save Danny and Melissa, and now his worries seemed silly. Rowan was so loyal to him and his friends she was constantly putting herself into harm's way to help them, he was lucky to have a girl like her and he should have been grateful not nitpicking.

"Okay, you know what you do? Here's what you do. Call Rachel, I'm sure it's nothing. You call Melissa, you just be straight with her. I'm telling you."

Danny shook his head. "You should have been a therapist. You're great."

Steve shook his head deciding to ignore that jab at him and instead turned his attention onto the crime scene in front of them. He needed to stop trying to give Danny advice, Danny was never appreciative.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Their investigation took them to a small apartment. The guy they were looking for was supposed to be living here, but they had a feeling he'd be gone, seeing as he had just killed a bounty hunter looking for him. They had broken down the door and gone in guns blazing but there was no one there and the place looked like it had been sacked.

"So much as twitch, I empty your heads on the carpet," a voice said and the two of them froze, mainly cause that order came with the cocking of a shotgun. Fuck.

"Fuck we should have answered the phone," Danny snarled beside him and Steve sighed. Rowan had tried calling both of them twice but they were busy with the case and suiting up to come in here. He should have picked up, he should have let Danny pick up. God she was going to kill him.

"You're not him," Steve whispered ignoring Danny's jab. The him he was referring to was Pelham, the fugitive cop who was also a fugitive serial killer… and now a cop shooter and a bounty hunter killer. Guy was really moving up, and quite serious about not being found or being sentenced for his crimes.

"Nope," the guy behind them said. Steve had gotten a glimpse of him. He was a beefy guy, big hands, big beard. Scruffy. Another bounty hunter no doubt. His shotgun looked big, and not sawed off. "But if he ever shows, I own his ass. I was here first."

"Another bounty hunter. Hello," Danny said. Well at least Steve's hunch was right, too bad he couldn't brag about it.

"Alright, buddy, just take it easy. We're cops, alright?" Steve told him but the man just laughed.

"Okay. And I'm the Dalai Lama. Now drop the hardware. And do it slow."

"Well, you see, those two actions, they don't really go together," Danny said, ever the smart ass.

"He's right. You can't… it's impossible to drop something slowly," Steve added, but that was cause he was trying to get a good visual on this guy, see whether or not he had an opportunity to turn the tables.

"Okay, how's this? Gently put your guns on the…" And then he paused. Why did he pause? There came a soft shuffle and a sort of electric current ran up his spine. Son of a bitch it couldn't be. "Who the hell…"

Bang.

Steve and Danny turned as the guy sputtered and dropped to the ground. Rowan looked up to the two of them and puffed out an angry gust of air that blew the hair in her face up and away. She pointed the bent out of shape frying pan in her hand at them. "Y'all really need to start answering your phones."

"I was busy, Ro, I was busy," Steve snapped moving forward to zip-tie the guy.

Danny shook his head. "What is it with you and frying pans, huh?"

"What? They make for good weapons."

"Most people use them for pancakes," Danny offered and Rowan stuck her tongue out at him.

"And usually I do… just sometimes the occasion calls for being a little bit more creative."

Steve, having got the guy's ID out of his pocket and established his name was Richie, he was a bounty hunter and from New York, finally took a good long look at Rowan. It obviously wasn't a recording day because she was still in his favourite grey sweater and a pair of plain light blue jean shorts. What was worse was he recognized the bent-out-of-shape pan in her hand. "Aw is that my frying pan?" Steve cried.

"Well it wasn't like I was gonna find one here!" Rowan cried, and Steve groaned again. "For god sake I will buy a new one, okay? A better one that actually is non stick."

"That one was non stick."

"No it wasn't, not even if you sprayed it with non stick spray!" Rowan cried. "Everything got stuck to the bottom of this thing! Even butter!"

"Maybe I like it that way, huh?!"

Rowan was probably going to say something about how it was ridiculous to want a pan that things stuck to but their argument was interrupted by Danny's phone going off and the man swearing like he had just gotten really bad news.

"It's Rachel. At the park now, it's really important," Danny read out and then looked up to Rowan pointing the phone at her. "You getting anything about this."

Rowan blinked her eyes like she had been put on the spot, which apparently, she had. Which was new because usually she was just filled with psychic advice. She thought really hard and then frowned. "No… I mean… I had something… but I can't… I can't remember it now…"

"Fine, its fine, don't hurt yourself over it. I'm gonna go… I'mma go figure it out," he said turning towards the door, he paused and turned to Steve. "Can you interrogate him without me or do you need me to stay?"

"Naw I'm good," Steve said absently as Rowan had come to his side by then, her hand going to his shoulder so she could pull herself up to him to kiss him on the cheek. As soon as her lips hit his skin he turned to kiss her properly.

"I gotta to go too," she whispered. "Nahele wanted to know if we could get dinner, what do you think?"

"If I'm done with this, then sure," he said softly. "I'll call you, I promise."

"Okay, well… have fun," she said to him, she kissed him one more time before leaving and he felt a little bit lighter after seeing her again, as if everything from the night before had been forgotten or, at least, no longer weighed so heavily on him anymore.

But that annoyance came right back as Steve really didn't enjoy the interrogation, choosing to end it when Richie asked: "Hey quick question… was I taken out by a really cute red-head with a frying pan? And what are the chances of me getting that piece of ass's number?"