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A/N: Dear lord! I'm sorry this update it late my amazing wonderful readers! I'm at the end of this vacation and we're starting the packing process cause I bought SO MANY THINGS! So, don't worry, we have some interesting things happening with Rowan and the next chapter we're back with Steve again. So, bonus points. We're on the 7th day of the 12 Days of Christmas Marathon, has anyone guessed what your surprise chapter is gonna be yet? Don't forget to tell me what you think, leave me a review and as always, I will see you tomorrow.

Chapter 226

*DISCLAIMER* The beginning of this chapter has some references of a sexual nature, sorry for getting so graphic but I wanted you guys to live the chaos like Rowan had to. Keep that in mind when you read this first part.

Rowan woke up to an explosion of glitter and feathers in her room. She woke up to not one, but two men curled up to her side. The bed was covered in clothes, mostly the clothes she had been wearing the night before plus a few outfits from her luggage and then a bunch of men's clothing she had bought herself for her boys. By the way the sheets felt against her skin she could tell that she was naked, by rubbing up to the man on her left she could tell he was naked too.

But the man on the right, the one who had an arm wrapped around her torso, the one she had been all snuggled up with, he was clothed. Mostly. He at least had his pants on.

Though all of this should have worried her, she had a more pressing concern at that moment.

Rowan knew she was going to vomit. It was why she was awake. Her stomach had very kindly told her that she was going to throw up and woke her up so she didn't do it in her bed or into the face of the man to her right. Which was… Wo Fat, wow, thank god he was clothed.

She threw his arm off of her, the motion for some reason causing him to roll over and right off the bed. With the sheet wrapped tightly up around her she rushed to her ensuite bathroom and promptly threw up. She was promptly horrified by what she saw.

Why the hell was her vomit bright fucking green?

What the fuck had happened last night? How did she end up in bed with both Conejo and Wo Fat? Why couldn't she remember what happened after drinking that green fairy drink? Through all the questions that was running through her pounding brain one glaring realizing hit her like a freight train

Conejo was naked in her bed.

Right beside a passed out Wo Fat who could notunder any circumstances find out about her and Conejo.

Lurching out of the bathroom she went back into her room. Oh god it looked like Moulin Rouge had been vomited up on the walls, and the floor and possibly the ceiling. She must have drawn on the walls with all her different kinds of lipsticks. There were feathers everywhere, it looked like a glitter bomb had gone off. Her bra was hanging from the light fixture above the bed, as was Conejo's underwear by the looks of it. And there were bottles everywhere.

And poor Conejo was just lying in the middle of her bed butt fucking naked his morning wood half stiff stiffy just waving in the air. Used purple condom still on it. Well he had sex with someone last night. Probably her. Hopefully.

Wo Fat was slowly pushing himself up off of the floor and Rowan lurched forward.

"Oh god, I think I'm gonna hurl."

"Washroom's free, go now before my stomach changes its mind."

She jumped up onto the bed a lot more quickly than her pounding head and protesting stomach could handle and threw up a bit in her mouth. She forced herself to swallow it down and lay down, getting her sheet over Conejo as Wo Fat got up and lurched into the washroom.

Good! So far, he didn't suspect a thing. Rowan grabbed Conejo's pants and slapped them onto his chest. Startling the man awake. Immediately a knife was pointed into her face. Rowan would have been more worried about where that knife could have come from or why it was so dangerously close to stabbing her in the face if she wasn't too busy worrying about her brother finding out that she and Conejo were fuck buddies.

"Wo Fat's in my washroom put your fucking pants on," she hissed and then turned away and immediately regretted it. "Fuck me I think I'm gonna hurl again. Where's the garbage?"

"By the door."

"It's not by the door anymore," Rowan said with a shake of her head which was not helping to settle her queasy stomach.

Beyond the bathroom door Rowan heard Wo Fat's continued hurling and she realized that this was a bathroom floor kind of sickness. She lurched out of the bed again as Conejo finally got into his pants, having discarded the condom, hopefully discretely.

She threw the door open, ignored Wo Fat who was crouched over the toilet and promptly collapsed to the floor. Hitting the ground hurt, but she didn't care as the tiles cooled her feverish skin and finally the foggy world around her seemed less titled and off kilter and finally a little more clear to her.

With in seconds she had Conejo on her. "Jeezus Christ Ro!" he cried sliding to his knees beside her. He looked down at her, his raccoon-eyeliner –and-mascara-smudged eyes staring down at her. "Did you pass out?"

"No, I just wanted the floor. Let me stay on the floor. I feel better when I feel floory."

"Feel floory?" Conejo echoed but Rowan just groaned and pulled her sheet up over her head.

"I feel like I drank turpentine," Wo Fat growled from the toilet.

"What the hell did you give us?" Rowan cried, as Conejo pulled the sheet away from her face. She turned a dark glare onto him so he knew that she blamed him for this.

"Absinthe," Wo Fat answered before Conejo could. "Though, judging by our reaction, I'm thinking laced with something…"

"No, no, the two of you are just lightweights."

"Is absinthe the shit that makes you hallucinate? Why the hell would you give me that?" Rowan asked. As Wo Fat growled. "No I can handle Absinthe, what you gave us was Absinthe with one hell of a kick."

Rowan put her hands to her head. "God, I don't remember anything. Do you guys remember anything?"

She got a chorus of nos from her boys and she sighed. Well that didn't help. What had happened, how had the party ended up back in their room? How much damage had been done?

"Come on, Rowie, pick yourself up off the bathroom floor, let's get breakfast, huh?"

Rowan groaned loudly, she couldn't even think of eating food. From the toilet Wo Fat gagged, so that's how he felt about that.

"How can you think of eating at a time like this?" Wo Fat snarled.

"I unno, cause it's past noon and I haven't eaten since last night's dinner?"

Wo Fat sat up straighter. "No. No it isn't," he whispered. "It can't be past noon."

"Why not?" Rowan shot back.

"Cause I had a meeting at 11."

How was that there fault. Conejo and Rowan shared a look of surprise, as Wo Fat pat down his pockets looking for his phone before Conejo offered his own and let the man check the time.

There was an audible gasp and a horrified whisper of dear god it's two in the afternoon. And then Wo Fat was scrambling to get past her, slipping on her sheet as he rushed by.

"Why didn't anyone WAKE ME?!" he shouted as he ran back into her room so he could get to his. Rowan didn't answer she just groaned again. She didn't know he had a meeting, she didn't even know what had happened last night.

Rowan put her hands to her face to try and block out the noise and the pounding. This was the worst hangover ever.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Rowan had refused to leave the washroom. Kept saying that being on the floor made her feel better. So Conejo ordered himself something from the ridiculously priced lunch menu, did his very best to make sure the room service delivery boy didn't see the damage they had caused and reported them and then attempted to eat in the washroom with Rowan. Attempted, because as soon as he sat down she had immediately gagged and then promptly kicked him out. The food smell was making her sick.

But once he finished his club sandwich, she was feeling better, which was evident when she showed up in the living room he had sort of cleaned up. She was no longer in nothing but a white sheet. She was now in her biggest comfiest sweater, and a pair of black leggings. One of the pair of moccasins he had brought from Hawaii on her feet. She had washed her face free of all the smudged make up, much like he had. She still looked pale, but still managed to look quite lovely with her hair all piled up on her head like that.

Sometimes when the sun hit her right, Conejo's breath would be taken away, and he'd wonder for the hundredth time how the hell it was possible that Steven McGarrett had let this girl go.

"My room is totalled," she said softly. She looked around at the over turned chairs, the broken table and what he figured must have been glow in the dark paint splattered on the wall They must have brought the rave back with them last night. "Poor Wo, he won't be getting his deposit back."

"I'm pretty sure that we're gonna get banned from this place," Conejo said with a smile. He offered her his plate. "I saved you the fries."

"Still not hungry," she told him as she got herself comfortable on the couch beside him. She crossed her legs, and then just sat there while he put the plate back on the small side table he was using in place of the larger coffee table that they had broken somehow.

"I think we gotta talk Con."

Well… that didn't bode well now did it? Even though he was sure it was the same talk he wanted to have with her a whisper of dread ran through him.

"Aw with the nicknames. Why don't you ever just settle with one, why you gotta make a nickname out of everything?"

"I'd have said your real name if I knew it," Rowan said. "Doesn't change that we need to talk."

Conejo didn't like the sound of that one bit. But his one attempt at deflecting had failed miserably and it wasn't like he could just walk out of the room. He couldn't leave her alone. He couldn't trust her by herself. He did that twice now, the first time she ended up walking into a hostage situation on purpose, and the second time she was kidnapped and tortured. So… leaving her alone wasn't a thing he was comfortable doing at that moment.

"Alright, fine, what do you wanna talk about?"

"Me and you."

Conejo turned to her. Ah, so it was that conversation. "Yes, I think we do need to do that."

"We need to stop sleeping with one another."

Wow. She was on the same page as him. Was he surprised that she was beating him to it? Yes. But this was good. That meant, when he told her that he too felt the same way, she wouldn't take it as an insult or a rejection. Well… hopefully.

He must have been sitting there nodding at her for too long because she just up and started rambling.

"It's not that I don't like you… I do… I like you a lot. I have a lot of fun going places with you and I love hanging out. And the sex s is great. But I've done the whole sticking with someone cause the sex was great and it didn't end well and let's be honest…"

"Kid calm down, I'm on the same page," he said cutting her off before she could ramble herself blue in the face.

Rowan let out a deep sigh of relief. "Oh thanks," she said. "I was so worried I'd tell you and you want to leave."

"Really?"

"YES!" she cried. "You're my bestest body guard…" "—I'm your only body guard mami." "…and I don't want a new one, and this morning was too close of a call."

"You're right this morning was too close. As long as we're sharing I was worried I'd tell you I'd like this to end and you'd feel rejected. It's just business you know? I can't properly be your bodyguard if I'm that… close… you know?" Rowan nodded but a frown crossed her face. That made Conejo frown too. "What, what's that frown?"

"Oh, I unno, I guess that came off as… well… the job is more important…"

"The job is taking care of you," he growled. "That's about as important as it gets."

But when Rowan looked away from him he knew that she was taking this about as bad as he thought she was going to. "Okay… well you started this conversation, why did you want to stop?"

"Because… I'm still broken. You're not a band aid to put on this gaping emotional wound I have." Ah, her and that broken and bleeding heart.

"Mami, that's exactly why I want to stay," he admitted. "I know what it's like to hurt so bad you want to cover it up with every bad and stupid decision you could make. Okay? And I know you're not over him, and I know you didn't like me…"

"No, that's not it. I do like you. I do. I just like you for the wrong reasons. I like you because you feel like him… and I miss him and he told me to stop meddling again and I just… you were someone to turn to, you know? And that's not… I mean…"

"I get it," he said and she finally smiled to him.

"So not mad at me?" "No." "Not going to leave?" "Course not, you need someone to keep you on the straight and narrow."

She laughed at that and leant back. For a moment the two of them sat in silence and then she turned to him and he knew right away that their conversation was far from over.

"I think you're using me too. As a crutch I mean," she said. "You keep saying you're calling me mami but I know that's not it. You're calling me Mary."

"I'm calling you Mari," he finally admitted knowing there was no point in lying about it anymore. The girl was smart she had figured it out. She smiled sadly at him and he winced, he hated pity, but he hated it even more shining in her eyes. "And I don't want to talk about her."

"Fair," she said. "That's perfectly fair."

"So, we need to stop using each other as emotional crutches, is what you're saying?" he asked to confirm and she nodded.

"I also think that… if Wo finds out he'll send you away and I unno… I don't wanna have to break in another bodyguard you know?"

Conejo laughed. "Yeah, that would be annoying," he said and then slung an arm around her. "Just so you know, since I am agreeing, it's got nothing to do with you, mami. Everything you think is wrong with you because Steven McGarrett said it was wrong, is what drew me to you, okay? Whatever it is that man said to you, he's an idiot. Okay? He's running around with that dog looking girl as if she's better than you. Man's pathetic."

Rowan laughed again. "Thanks," she said as she hugged him. "And seriously, nothing wrong with you either. I'm just… broken…"

"Haha, nothing wrong with me? Girl! I'm an international assassin!"

"So? Wo Fat's an international… I don't even know what his job description would be, but he's going out killing people and doing terrible things all the time… and I love him anyway..."

"Yeah, but you don't wanna sleep with him."

"Ew, no. But that's cause he's my more like my brother and like a million years older than me," "It's like what? 20 years or something?" "No, it's 14 but still. He's attractive, I just wouldn't… you know?" "Yeah, no, I get it."

"And I think… I think you drink because you're numbing the pain," she added and Conejo sighed. "I think we should both stop drinking as much as we have, it's not really fixing anything… is it?" No, it had been working just fine at keeping his past at bay. He had been doing it long before he had Rowan as a drinking buddy, he didn't really want to quit now. "What do you say? I quit you quit too?"

He had been using alcohol as a crutch for years now, he wasn't sure he wanted to… or could. "I don't know…"

Which was fair because she had no idea the kind of damage that lay in his past. No idea the kind of trauma he was trying to drink away.

"Please? I'd love some solidarity. And it doesn't need to be all alcohol, just you know… don't drink to get drunk. I think it might… it might help you do your job better?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," she snapped primly and he scowled at her. "Sometimes you're drunk on me while we're supposed to be shopping. How do you plan to shoot straight? What if you miss? What if you lose me? What if we go for a nap and you sleep through someone breaking in?"

The whole notion was ridiculous. He was fully insulted and his face said so which was when she stopped rambling and looked down. She was right though. He shouldn't be drunk when he was supposed to be watching her, but she also needed to stop bringing him on excursions that bored him to tears… and then to drinking.

"If I say no you're gonna annoy me until I say yes, aren't you?"

"Well I mean… maybe… but of course I wouldn't want to annoy you too much…" She was obvious lying, of course. He wasn't that stupid.

"Alright, fine," he said with a sigh. "Fine. Solidarity alone. I promise not to get drunk on a nightly basis with you. Happy?"

"Yes immensely," Rowan said smiling at him until that frown dawned on her face. "Are you sure we're good?"

He slung an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "Course we are kid," he said to her. "We're always going to be good."

And though he was certain he was just fine, he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that whatever was going on between them had ended.

"Side note I uh… I looked back at the pictures on my phone," she said pulling it out of her pocket. "We uh… we did some shit last night."

Conejo looked around at the mess around them and then turned back to Rowan. "Yeah, I can tell…"

Rowan showed him the first picture on her phone, which was of him, no shirt, someone's bright yellow thong around his head, trying to run up a wall while drunk out of his mind. He had a feeling that didn't end well at all for him. He probably ate it, but it explained why there were foot prints on one half of the wall.

The second was of Rowan, see-through shirt gone and just in a bra having champagne poured all over her. Mouth open, tongue sticking out. A really semi-erotic picture. Why did she have to show him that after ending things with him?

"We can go through those later, these are the ones you wanna see," Rowan said quickly flicking through a million pictures, including ones that had to be of them paintballing in the hotel room. Which might explain some of his bruises, but if they were really paintballing then Rowan would have had bruises and she didn't seem to be in pain.

She finally stopped swiping and showed him a picture, it was of her and him making out. All of their hands accounted for in the picture. Wo Fat must have taken it. Good thing he couldn't remember a damn thing.

"Never let him see that," Conejo warned her. "And let's just pray that he never remembers…" she flipped the picture again and now it was a picture of her and Wo Fat making out. "NO!"

Rowan blinked her eyes calmly at him while he smiled at her with that big huge grin. God he couldn't believe this. "I don't know how or why it happened, but clearly… it did…"

"With your brother!" he cried and Rowan sighed.

"Look I'm blaming the Absinth, okay. It was the Absinth," she cried.

"You two are fucked up, you know that. Wow, can we show him that one! See how he feels about it?"

"Yeah how about I show him this one?" she asked flipping he picture one more time and now it was him and Wo Fat making out.

"What the shit?"

"Yeah! Got nothing smart to say about that one, do you?" she shot back and he scowled at her. He went to grab the phone from her but she kept it out of his reach. She smiled down at the picture. "I'm actually really curious why the hell we ended up in a make out ring, you know? But at the same time I not. I'm blaming the stupid green fairy."

"Me too," Conejo said. "And I'm voting we never show anyone those photos. Put them in a file and make that file hidden, sound good?" Rowan nodded. "Good glad we're on the same page."

"And I don't care what you say, or how much you wanna say it was a good time. After this…" she said shaking her phone at him. "I'm never drinking Absinthe again."

Yeah, neither was Conejo.

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Today had been terrible. The meeting had been hellish and embarrassing, he was surprised he managed to make the sale at all. He had been half way through the pitch when he just turned, hurled everywhere, and then stood up, wiped his mouth clean and then continued on as if nothing had happened. The people he was striking the bargain with were horrified, but he had breezed past it and so had they, though they did look at him strangely for the rest of the meeting. Then he had gotten a call from an old friend. Someone who needed a favour. Someone he couldn't say no to, no matter how much he didn't want to derail Rowan's trip.

He returned to the hotel, still feeling sick with added nervousness now. He was a little disappointed that Rowan didn't fly at him like the last time, he liked getting her hugs, especially right when he got back. Instead he got a lukewarm grumble from Sin Nombre who was still on the couch and a call from Rowan's room.

Ignoring his finally properly hung-over assassin he crossed the destroyed living space that he knew, once the hotel staff saw would be the real reason he'd never be allowed back here again, and into Rowan's room. She was lying on the bed, surrounded by teapots and tea cups looking like a mad hatter party with her red hair all splayed out. Well she must have been feeling better seeing how much tea she had drank today.

"Hello my favourite little imouto," he said picking up the first of the teapots to put back on the trolley so he could sit down.

"I'm your only imouto," she shot back. Wo Fat picked up a third tea pot and began clearing the empty tea cups.

"How are you feeling?"

"I drank my weight in tea," she answered. "At first it made me feel better, but the fourth pot was a bad idea and now I'm back where I started."

"Well, why did you keep ordering tea?" he asked her. "At what point did you think to stop?"

"Part way through the sixth," she answered and he shook his head.

"You're a disaster," he said with a smile. Disaster or not, she was his disaster and that was all that mattered.

"Have you done everything you wanted to do in Berlin?" he asked her, finally getting to the point of this conversation.

"Mmm, almost, I was supposed to do the East Side Gallery today which is the last thing I wanted to do here, but I'm sure I can do it tomorrow."

"Yes uh… about that," Wo Fat sat. "If you remember, before you were… taken… I was in Colombia, helping Armando with something."

"Yes, how did that go?"

"Well I had to leave, so I didn't get to help him that much," he said. "I left him a game plan, a plan of attack if you will. But it seems to have… not gone according to plan. He's called to request that I come back."

"Yeah? When?"

"As soon as possible," he answered and Rowan nodded, understanding what he meant.

"So, what does that mean? Are we all going to go or are you just going to go?"

Wo Fat paused, because he hadn't actually thought about it that way. He never thought about going back to Bogotá and leaving Rowan and Sin Nombre to continue to travel without him.

"Oh… well I suppose I figured that you'd be coming with me," he said. "To be honest, I don't quite think I'm over the whole… kidnapping thing myself."

"Oh?"

"I'd like to keep an eye on you if you wouldn't mind," he said avoiding her eyes. Did he want to tell her that he still had nightmares in the same shape and color as that video he had saved to his phone? To rewatch whenever he forgot why he was doing this, why he couldn't trust McGarrett with her wellbeing.

"Well that's okay, I don't mind going to Colombia," she replied and he found himself smiling. His sister was so sweet, so good to him.

"We have to leave tonight, so no time for East Side Gallery. Is that a terrible thing to do?" he asked her, actually seeming to be quite worried. "We're supposed to be on this grand trip, a trip just for you and I'm… I'm derailing it…"

"Well are we staying in Colombia?"

"Well not permanently…"

"So the plan is go to Colombia, help Armando and go back to travelling?"

"Well, yes… that is the plan I was working with, the problem is that we might be in Colombia for a while…"

Rowan just shrugged. "So? That's fine. Besides, it sounds like Armando needs you, I mean it's not like him to call for help, all stubborn Latin pride and all that. And well… after Bogotá, I believe we owe him."

Not just Bogotá. After Japan they more than definitely owed him. "True. We do."

"And I'd love to see JC again."

Wo Fat groaned. "No, no… could you… I don't want to deal with that again, Rowan… why are you smiling at me like that… are you listening?"

She was not. She was already wondering how quickly she could get JC into her bed, Wo Fat could tell by the look in her eyes. Goddamn it he really didn't want to deal with that right now.