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A/N: Hello my wonderful readers! We are officially half way through t he 12 days of Christmas marathon. How are you guys liking it? Is it getting a little bit more manageable? Not sure if this is good new, but we have a half and half chapter coming up today. We start off with Steve and end with Rowan. She's gonna go on a wild ride, and Steve and the others have a wild time with Sandy. I've been working on your Christmas surprise and I'm really excited for you guys to read it. I'd love to hear what you guys think it's going to be! Don't forget to leave a review and I promise to see you guys tomorrow.

Chapter 225

This was an annoying case. Made annoying by their main suspect. A wise-cracking-pocket-picking-sneak-thief named Hank Webber. His partner had just been murdered, supposedly over a camera he had lifted off of someone earlier that weekend. They originally thought it was him, or someone they had been conning, but nope, it was about a stolen camera.

After recovering the camera, after having Hank shoot the guy who had it before he could shoot Steve or Danny, they had taken it back to the Palace for examination. Steve and the others having been very, very interested in what could have possibly been on that camera worth killing.

The problem was, as soon as he put the SD card in and pulled up the pictures on file, there was absolutely nothing of interest that any of them could see. Nothing worth killing for anyway.

"None of this makes sense," Steve growled taking in all the pictures.

"They're all vacation pics. None of them are even remotely suspicious," Kono said. "Why go through all that trouble to get them back?"

"Because he wasn't after the photos…"

That was right, this had to be one of those trick SD cards, with a hidden file on it. It looked like normal vacation pictures on the outside but underneath it was a bank of information. They just had to find that file.

Welcome to the Sanctuary network.

Everyone jumped. They looked up and there it was, that red screen taking over all their computers. Fuck what the hell had started her up? Were they under attack?

"Holy shit!" Hank cried watching as the interface booted up on their computer. "No Way! They said it went down when she did!"

Great and he knew about Rowan.

Sanctuary has detected a spyware virus that is targeting your mainframe and attempting to create a backdoor for unwanteds to crawl in through. Please wait while I clean that up for you.

Virus? This thing had a virus? All eyes turned to Hank a sudden distrust dawning on all of their faces. But Steve had felt that distrust the whole time he had been dealing with Hank, now it had a solid reason for it validate his feelings about Hank

While you're waiting please enjoy this video note from the Professional.

Wait… what?

The screen across from their smart table lit up and there was Rowan with her bright red hair, sitting on his couch.

"BOOM! GOT YA BIATCH!" she cried and the laughed a bit. "Kay, so, if you're seeing this then I was right! And I would have told you, Steve, but you're being a little bitch right now, and second guessing everything I'm saying, so I took matters into my own hands again. Right now, Sandy should be cleaning up that naughty little virus for you, and once she's done I have her programmed to come offline, so she won't interfere with your stuff anymore."

She had set this up before she left. She must have set this up when they were arguing, that's why he didn't know. Why was he so disappointed? He told her not to interfere anymore. Maybe he had sort of hoped that she still would. She had never listened to him before.

"While I'm at it, if you haven't figured it out Hank killed his partner. Need proof, the pawnshop owner died four hours before his girlfriend did. Max should be calling in a few minutes about that. So, clap Hank in irons, but be careful where you stick him cause I think Gabriel's' gonna try and kill him… OH Yeah, that's right. Webber, tell Gabriel that I didn't find this funny and I'm sooooo coming for him. Okay? Anyway, I'm calling this a win! And I'll see you when you get home, kay babe? GO TEAM MCGARRETT-PIERCE!"

The video ended with a cheer and Steve found himself close to crying. I'll see you when you get home. He was never going to see her again.

"Damn that bitch is wily," Hank said with a laugh. "And hot. No one ever talks about how hot she is. Shame she's not in Hawaii anymore." He turned to Steve to find the man glaring at him. He didn't need the running commentary on Rowan's physical appearance. Yeah, no one ever thought Rowan was cute, no one ever thought Pierce the Destroyer was attractive. Move on.

"You know I wouldn't have agreed if she was in the picture. Should'a figured she'd still intervene. She really did like you guys… and hate Gabriel."

"Yeah you know about Rowan? You want me to go easy on you? After you played us? Tell me something about Rowan I don't know."

"Uh… do you know she's alive, cause there was a story going around that you guys thought she was dead…"

"Yes, I know she's alive…"

"Kay… uh… honestly, last we heard she was traveling, he has her going around Europe, that's about it. None of us are allowed to go near her. And uh… we're not supposed to talk about her either, least of all you. Last guy who talked to you got cut I believe… some doctor in Japan."

No. Not Dōsan? Simply because he had talked to Steve? Son of a bitch. What the hell was going on, why was Wo Fat so fucking… lethal about this?

"So you know kinda don't wanna tell you shit about that girl," he said. "But I will tell you this, she's right, Gabriel's behind this and I will testify against him for immunity."

Perfect, he couldn't just clap Hank in handcuffs like he wanted to. Now he had to work with him... again. Couldn't Rowan have figured out a way to get rid of the virus and Hank at the same time?

Couldn't she just come home and deal with it herself?

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Chin was showing the new girl the ropes. That meant taking her on an active case. They had been put on a murder, a bunch of murder. A gang of men who had been found dead on the docks, all shot up, they're cargo pilfered through and emptied of… something. Which they quickly realized was guns. They were arms dealers, most likely killed for the missing shipment of illegal guns

Abby Dunn was from San Francisco where they were thinking of implementing a team just like Five-0. She had come to Hawaii to shadow them to see what it was like, and whether or not it would be worth it to instate something like Five-0 there. So far she had been the perfect mix of curious and grateful. She was a great asset when it came to looking for these missing guns.

And she was pretty cute too.

The only problem was she seemed to have a lot of questions about Rowan and the Sanctuary network. Two topics that Five-0 swore never to talk about. One: because it upset Steve. Two: because explaining how they used both involved explaining where Rowan came from, and her proximity with a criminal mastermind they all kinda looked past so long as she was helping them with their cases. Three: because none of them wanted to sell out their Ro like that.

They had been heading back to the Palace, she had been offering to call her friend in the FBI to get a list of potential arms dealer on the island, already knowing that Wo Fat was going to pop up even though he was somewhere in Europe with Rowan. When all of a sudden a black SUV swerved in front of them and then braked hard.

Chin had honked but had been forced to break as well. Behind him a second SUV pulled up and from that one came the first man with a gun, the second one came from the back of the first SUV.

This wasn't good. Immediately Chin's fingers itched to reach for his phone which was in the center consol. But he didn't want to bring Sandy into this in front of Abby.

A third car pulled up, a muscle car this time and Chin almost swore because he recognized who was climbing out of the passenger seat.

Why couldn't Gabriel just be dead already? How was he alive? How had Wo Fat not killed him by now?

"Get out of the car Chin," he ordered and Chin agreed, sliding out of his car, leaving Abby behind. Loving that she was all ready to shoot someone as if that would help.

Chin stood tall against Gabriel as he looked him over. It had been months since he had last seen him, since he had escaped the hospital after he had been traded by Goro to Sin Nombre to enact Wo Fat's revenge on him. Damn Gabriel still looked beat the fuck up and it had happened months ago. The man did not look good at all.

"You can stop looking for the stolen guns," he said. "They're already off the island."

"Yeah, I should have known it was you," Chin said, from the car he could hear his phone ringing.

"Don't answer it," he ordered. And Chin had no intention to climb back in the car and get it so he let it ring away. "And besides, I was just the middle man. This Chinese were greedy. So I just took the guns."

Chin's phone stopped ringing and there was three seconds between that and Gabriel's phone ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, looked it over, ignored the call and then turned back to Chin as if nothing had happened.

"I sold them to very motivated buyers," Gabriel continued to brag. "Made so much on the deal I have enough to start up again. So much for your girl taking me down huh? Have you been having fun? Taking on your cases without Rowan Pierce and her wonder app helping you?"

Welcome to the Sanctuary network.

The computerized voice interrupted, breaking through the silence. Gabriel laughed, but Chin was smiling because he knew that wasn't his phone. His phone was in the car. "Oh, speak of the Devil. And what is it going to do now? Just talk from your phone? Lot of good that will do you."

"My phone's in the car," Chin told him a smug smile on his face, loving that he would get to do this again. That Rowan had the good timing to show up and now and help Chin knock Gabriel back down. "Why don't you check your phone?"

Frowning Gabriel pulled his phone back out of his pocket and there it was that tell-tale red screen.

We've been looking for your Gabriel Waincroft. Thank you for your patience, please wait while I connect your call.

His phone started ringing in his hand and before he could hang up the call connected. Gabriel was now staring at his phone like it was a poisonous viper. Chin was surprised he hadn't just dropped it.

"Hello Gabriel." Oh god. He knew that voice. That was Rowan's voice. "Hang up if you want, but I've got you now. Sandy's in your phone, your little lackey's phones and the GPS in your cars. There ain't nowhere you can go to hide from me now." Gabriel just stared at the phone and for a second there was just silence. Chin began to wonder if this was live or if this was another one of Rowan's recordings. "Not going to threaten me today? What a refreshing change of pace. Is it because you know you won't ever get to me?"

Gabriel's cronies had all started to shift. They clearly weren't excited to have the Sanctuary network activated near them. But Gabriel scoffed. "I got you once, I could get you again. But we both know you don't care about yourself, isn't that right? You only care about… your friends. And I have one of them here, don't I?"

"Yes you do. According to Sandy you have Chin. Hi Chin!"

So this was live. "Hi Rowan," he said. This was his chance to fix things, maybe he could settle some of those unanswered questions they had. "I need…" but Gabriel cut him off.

"I'm getting tired of your games Pierce. You keep coming at me with your parlour tricks and I…"

Rowan cut him off with her laughter. That insane laugh she used when she did something crazy. Chin immediately backed away going for his car for cover.

"You're absolutely right, Gabriel. I'm tired of our games too. I'm tired and I'm mad. I'm mad and I don't have my conscience around to keep me on the good side. I'm surrounded by criminals and assassins now, and I'm starting to think a lot like them. Look up."

Both Chin and Gabriel did which was how they saw that the rooftops were lined with men in black Kevlar and black masks. They all held guns. And on each roof top was a mountain machine gun trained on their little circle.

Chin didn't even bother to hide it at that point. He turned and struggled with the door desperate to get himself in it before shit went down. Luckily Abby opened the door for him so he could slide in.

"Shit's gonna go down," he whispered to her. "Stay low."

"This isn't a game anymore, Gabriel. Now it's a war. And guess what… I'm still winning."

As if that were the code, the men on the rooftops all opened fire at once. Gabriel threw himself back to his car, narrowly missing the hailstorm of bullets that came at him, but the two SUVs weren't as lucky. The mounted machine guns must have been trained on them because they took most of the fire and kept taking fire until everyone in them was dead and the SUVs were on fire.

This continued for Chin had no idea how long, but he didn't move when he heard silence. He didn't move until the silence was dead around them and the only thing he could hear was Abby's laboured breathing and the distant wail of sirens.

Codename Shotgun has been downgraded to a code green. Sandy's computerized voice said from the center console where his phone had been left. I have detected several EMS calls including dispatch orders. If nothing else is needed I will be powering down.

At that point both of them sat up, Chin stared down at his phone and the red screen glowing up at him, waiting for his next command.

"I'm good Sandy, thank you."

My pleasure. Sweet dreams. Time to go night night.

God, Rowan and her codes. He was going to have a hell of a time explaining why the hell a deadly app just told him to have sweet dreams and that it was time to go night night. He was also surprised that not a single bullet had hit his car, or them. He was surprised that Gabriel got away. But now he had another problem because Abby was staring at him with an expectant but not judging stare.

"Uh… you know how you said Rowan Pierce wasn't a part of your life anymore?" she asked and Chin turned to her. "You wanna tell me that again?"

Great. Just great. Chin didn't know how to explain that. But having this conversation was going to be miles better than telling McGarrett that Rowan and no doubt Wo Fat were probably going to wage war on Gabriel. Especially since that war was going to happen on Hawaii. And now that Rowan didn't have any of them keeping her from making sane, legal choices… well… Chin had a feeling that the streets of Hawaii were going to run red with blood.

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Wo Fat had waited 24 hours before moving himself out of Paris. But it took him longer than expected to get to Berlin. He hadn't asked Kong to code a little something to get him through border points as he had for Rowan and he was really regretting it now.

It should have been a 2 hour flight at best but Interpol had been waiting for him at airport, courtesy to Steve who apparently hadn't taken the no-fly list and BOLOs off of him or Rowan. After a bit of gun play between him and Interpol that ended in a car chase, Wo Fat had been forced out of Paris and Into the Regional National Park Boucles de la seine Normande, where after some hiking he met someone on the other side with a boat.

The first boat took him out of Le Havre to Dunkrik. Where he then had to drive to Bruges to get on another boat that took him to the Hague. Once he was there, he took a smaller train to Amsterdam and from there it had been another six-hour train right to Hamburg where he caught ANOTHER train to Berlin.

The whole trip took six days, five of which he had been unable to contact Rowan. Once he was sure he had a secure channel he had called her to tell her that he was in Hamburg and in two hours they were finally be reunited, barring any other attempts from Interpol to arrest him. He then talked to Sin Nombre, being sure to tell him to be ready to go at a moment's notice in case someone was following him, though he figured they weren't and that they had lost him long ago.

He got to Adlon Kempinski stopped at the front desk to pick up his key and see what charged Rowan and Sin Nombre had banked, and found it to be mostly room service breakfasts and alcohol. So he could tell right away who had been using his credit card the most, and it had been Sin Nombre and his alcohol problem.

He had found out a few days into his travels that Rowan had used Sandy to not only contact Gabriel to enact a hit on him. That was surprising to him, because Gabriel was supposed to be dead. When the man escaped the assassins they sent to finish him off in the hospital he assumed the man had succumbed to his injuries in a back alley somewhere. And he planned on making sure Rowan thought that. The fact that she not only knew that Wo Fat had failed to avenge her was a blow to his pride. One that he knew she would never land on him, but it was a blow to his pride that he landed on himself. He'd have to ask her what she had spoken to Gabriel about, and why the hell she paid for 12 men and two mounted machine guns.

He made his way up to the room, assuming that Rowan would be suitably distracted by now so he wasn't expecting the projectile that hit him the second he was through the door.

"You're here!" was shrieked at him and then Rowan's body slammed into his, taking him off his feet and into the door behind him.

It had only been six days since he had last seen her but he didn't care. It was the first time he had ever had someone that excited to see him before. Not even Jian had been that excited. Granted she always met him at the door with a kiss and a how was your day. But she never jumped him. Grappled onto him like a koala.

Maybe this was what it was like when one had a puppy.

"Yes I'm here," he said wrapping his own arms around her for a hug. "I called this morning and told you I'd be coming."

"Yes I know, but you're really here," she said pulling away and smiling down at him. "I missed you."

"It was six days," Sin Nombre snapped from where he was standing. "It's not like you were here alone."

"He's just grumpy because I keep taking him touristing and shopping,"

"And she keeps waking me up with nightmares. Something about some kid witnessing a murder but she can't tell when it's going to happen or if it's already going to happen."

Wo Fat narrowed his eyes at him and then down to Rowan who had been lowered to her feet. She went to let him go but he grabbed her. "Why is he talking like he knows…"

"That she's psychic?" Sin Nombre asked. "Her and I had a heart to heart, and she was very clear her visions and dreams do nothing except help Steven McGarrett with his cases which, I think, is a waste of a perfectly good power." Wo Fat sighed and turned a glare at her. "And I'd like it if you let her go, thank you very much, I don't need her arm to break again."

There was a sort of dangerous glare about Sin Nombre, one that Wo Fat didn't like. It was almost like the man had completely forgotten that it was Wo Fat who was paying his bills.

"Okay, enough of the glaring," she ordered, snapping her fingers in front of both of their faces. "Wo, I know you're tired, but you just came back but I really, really, really wanna do something fun. With you. Not just Conejo…"

"Well I don't think Conejo…" "Don't call me that."

Both Rowan and Wo Fat paused again and turned to Sin Nombre who had interrupted them both. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, she can call me Conejo, not you."

Rowan rolled her eyes again and then before Wo Fat and Sin Nombre could get into another argument she shouted: "We need to get me DRUNK!"

She pumped her fist in the air and beside her Sin Nombre was finally smiling, clearly liking the sound of that one. Wo Fat sighed. "If you two want to raid the minibar…"

"No, I mean to a party. I want to get drunk at a party."

Wo Fat didn't want to go to a party. "You know how I feel about crowds," he reminded her. He was also tired, he had also just gotten back. He wanted to rest, not party.

"Yes I know. But I really want to go. I want this to be an all three of us thing."

"Uh-huh. All three. So you definitely need me for this?"

"Yes," Rowan said. "It uhm… it's not until later, like much later."

"You've already picked a venue."

"Yes and our outfits," Sin Nombre added.

Wo Fat turned to him. "Am I going to enjoy this?"

"No, and neither will I, but she wants to go. So I think, it won't be that big a deal. We go once, she won't ever want to go again. She's all about experiences…"

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here," Rowan ordered. "He's right though, can we go? Please? Just one little rave…" "—a rave? Oh no, no Rowan not a rave." "—And then I won't bug you for touristy stuff for the rest of the trip in Berlin. I promise."

Now that he could get behind. "Oh the Rave is the only touristy thing you'd want me and you to do together is it?"

"Well no, but I'm willing to say so if it gets you to agree."

Wo Fat sighed, looked down at his hopeful sister's face and decided he couldn't quite afford to say no. Not when he hadn't seen her smile that sincerely since he had lied to her about Steve's relationship status.

"Alright fine, we'll go, but I need to nap."

As he moved towards the room that would be his Rowan let out a whoop of excitement. He tried not to feel trepid about the whole idea, he knew that he was going to go through with it, simply to see her smile.

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This was a bad idea.

This was a terrible, horrible, bad idea.

But it was too late, he had agreed, and Rowan was so happy that he couldn't turn back now.

Though he had once he had seen the outfits she had picked out.

He first had an issue with her outfit. He didn't want her going out in that at all. Her shirt was see-through, and under it they could see her black bra. Her shorts had more rips and hanging chains then fabric, her hair was in a high pony tail, her makeup was black. Black liner, smokey eyes, and black lipstick making her look fantastically pale, and she was wearing a pair of open-sided heels so high she was as tall as him and Sin Nombre.

Then there was the issue of his outfit. Wo Fat had been put in black Denim. Black denim jeans, black denim jacket, with a matching ripped up black tee shirt. She had even gotten him black pointy shoes which made him feel more like a cowboy than a raver.

He felt a little better when he saw what she put Sin Nombre, though, arguably, he got the cooler outfit. Sin Nombre had black leather pants, his black leather jacket and a simple black tee-shirt he was certain Rowan must have ripped to all-hell herself.

He saw a theme in their outfits. They were all black.

True to her word he got to sleep in, a good five hours before she woke him up to get ready. By then she had already put product into Sin Nombre's hair so it stuck up at odd angles and put eyeliner on him. He found out, once the outfit was put in his hands that she expected him to put up similar to make up effects.

That was not happening.

He agreed to the outfit and that was it. The scars were enough to make him look emo. That was all she was getting.

When they got to FunkHaus, Wo Fat was immediately annoyed. Loud music, crazy crowds, and immediately Rowan was lost in it. Dancing to a song that had no beat and seemed to be seizing. God who called this crap music these days?

Luckily Wo Fat didn't have to worry because where Rowan went Sin Nombre wasn't far behind. Which meant Wo Fat could go to the bar and sit there. Though, try as he might, he couldn't ignore the beat of the music going wild around them. He did however get to drink.

Between sets Rowan and Sin Nombre would come back. Grab a drink and leave and that continued throughout the night. Wo Fat would sometimes put his back to the bar as he drank his disgusting cocktail, because of course this place wouldn't have whiskey, to watch them dance. Sin Nombre did a good job of keeping prospective guys away from Rowan whose body seemingly moved to a beat that didn't match the music coming from these speakers.

She seemed happy, she seemed lost to the music and that alone was enough to make this excursion worth it.

Rowan came back for her eighth drink not in the mood to dance anymore. "I want something harder," she screamed into his ear. "I want a real trip."

"I know how to go on one of those," Sin Nombre had said immediately and called up three glasses of green fizzing, steaming drinks.

"What is this?"

"Don't ask questions," Sin Nombre had said to them. "Just let the green fairy work her magic."

Rowan counted them down and on three they drank down their respective drinks.

And that was the last thing any of them remembered of the night.