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A/N: Happy Monday my wonderful readers! I'm starting to gain some traction again, I have at least one chapter finished, so Wednesday's update is ready to go. If I remember to freaking post the damn thing. But this is it! This is OFICCIALLY the middle chapter, kind of, it's the middle plot point, this right here means I'm halfway through everything I wanted to write for the season. It's all the chapter I'm most excited about because it's going to open up the rest of the seasons for A LOT of fun. So please tell me what you thought of this chapter, cause I want someone else to be as excited about this as me! Looking forward to your reviews and I'll see you guys on Wednesday!

Chapter 247

Today was the day.

She didn't know what that day was, just that some very heavy dudes were going to come to the compound today and she was to not come out of her room at all. Wo Fat had been talking circles around this day for a week. Of all the things he wanted done before they arrived, and what Rowan was to do while they were here.

Conejo was in charge of security, and couldn't be looking after her, and Armando and JC were all going to be at this meeting with Wo Fat.

Rowan figured it had something to do with Diego and the truce Wo Fat had been helping Armando negotiate, but Wo Fat was tight lipped about the whole affair and essentially more interested in bossing Rowan around.

She had just finished breakfast when Wo Fat had appeared beside her. He had a stern hand on the small of her back pushing her towards the stairs as he told her again what he had expected from her for the day. "Now, when these guys are here… I want you to stay in your room. No music today just… read a book okay?"

Rowan nodded for the millionth time. "Yes, I get it Wo. Stay out sight, keep the door locked, don't make a sound."

He didn't want them to know she was there. He was worried she'd be their first target if something were to go down. Wanted her out of sight and out of mind for the whole duration of the final negotiation.

"Good," he said as he went up the stairs with her.

"Are you wearing your safety bracelet?"

Wo Fat lifted up his arm to show her the bracelet. "Yes, see…" "And Con too?" "I'm not sure but I'll be sure to ask him."

Rowan forced herself to smile. She was nervous, she had a bad feeling about this, though that could have been because Wo Fat was so anxious about this. But she had faith in her brother's cold and ruthless abilities. She believed him impervious and ingenious. This would go smoothly, she was certain. And if there was a hiccup, well Con was going to be there too and nothing could take him down.

"Okay… you guys are going to be careful though, right?" she asked softly and he smiled at her.

"Yes of course," he whispered, and then he pulled her in for a tight hug. "They should have brought up snacks and a pot of tea for you while you're here. Please stay inside, no matter what you hear. Promise me you'll stay in your room."

Rowan nodded, and voiced her promise, though she was certain if she heard something, if it sounded like they needed help, even her promise to Wo Fat wouldn't be able to keep her inside. Still she smiled as if she meant her promise, and then shut the door and locked it behind her like he instructed.

Rowan was expecting a boring day. The plan was to catch up on her reading, Armando and gone into town to pick up books specifically for today, and to drink tea. It was going to be a quiet lazy day. She started first by seeing if the heist she had planned had worked. And sure enough it had, all the money was in the account and she had set up Sandy to taunt him when he figured it out. It was a bit petty of her, but since realized that Conejo hadn't killed Gabriel like he thought she did, she was much more determined to hit him in some way. So she stole the rest of his money. She had no idea what she was going to do with it at that moment, but she figured she'd buy some appropriately expensive and girly things and then send him pictures so he knew she was going on a spending spree with his own money.

With that checked and done she put her headphones in, listened to music and then curled up in her bed to read.

She was almost two books into her binge reading when a sound was heard through the music. Immediately worry struck her. She pulled out her headphones, paused the music, put down her book and then listened. The sound she heard sounded like a gun shot, but she was listening to loud music and couldn't be sure.

She waited and then all of sudden there came the pounding of feet on the stairs. There seemed to be chaos outside her door, she was certain she heard more gunshots and then someone was banging on her door.

She figured it not to be Wo Fat so she went for the window, problem was she got half a leg out, was contemplating dropping to the jutted out roof way too far below her when they got the door down. Then she was staring down two men she didn't recognize, who were slowly put their guns away and coming for her.

"Your brother requests your presence," one of them said. She didn't like his tone, and she knew that Wo Fat wouldn't have sent people to get her. But she couldn't run, she couldn't drop out of the window without killing herself and she would be able to pull herself up onto the roof before they grabbed her.

Instead she put herself back into her room and let them take a hold of her and drag her out of her room.

She had a feeling that things had not gone according to Wo Fat's plan and she was a little worried about what was going to happen next.

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Steve was dealing with a lot.

He had a special needs witness, a heist worth 94 million dollars, and a woman who said that all the information, the whole idea of the heist, and all the help to get it done was given to her by some unknown woman who called her from a blank number.

Apparently, nine weeks ago, a girl had called her up. Told her all about the money her boss, Mr. Fuller had been laundering, and even gave her the account to funnel the money into to keep it safe.

The problem was, the crew who pulled the heist had been brutally murdered. All they had was the teller, whose brother had masterminded the heist after she confirmed that what the girl was saying was true, and the bank manager who had been helping a very dangerous criminal launder their money.

They had found a laptop at the second scene, where they had found that someone had killed the crew that had pulled off the heist, that had been closed when they found it but was covered in blood spatters on the inside. The screen was frozen on a single frame consisting of three words.

I'm Still Winning.

And on the inside of that laptop they found one single finger print that belonged to someone they didn't think they'd ever see again. So when that money turned out to belong to Gabriel… well… Steve got two nasty shocks in a row.

Not only did that prove that it was Rowan who had called and given that woman the tip, but Gabriel had somehow managed to survive getting shot in the chest, point blank four times. Damn no wonder Rowan had gone after the money, she was probably livid that Sin Nombre hadn't finished the job for her.

Now Gabriel was looking for the teller. He needed her to get the money back from Rowan. But Five-0 had the teller, so they set up a trap. They let Gabriel find out where she was, which was a building Steve figured he had reasonably secured, and then Gabriel showed up. Except he knew it was a trap, because he brought a lot of people with guns with him. He wasn't sure how Gabriel figured it out but he clearly had.

Hadn't Sin Nombre put his people down? For fuck sake, Rowan and her app were usually much lethal than this.

They had hidden the teller and then splintered off to deal with the oncoming threats. Steve taking his own guy down relatively easily, Kono even managed to snipe a few of the guys from her vantage point. Chin however, took on Gabriel himself.

Steve had gone to help him, he was closest after all. Not that he didn't think that Chin could handle it on his own, but more because he knew Gabriel was desperate and would do anything he had to to get the upper hand on Chin.

Steve rounded the corner and took in the scene. Gabriel had Chin pinned, his hands around his neck, the two were struggling, Chin eyeing that window beside them no doubt with plans to throw Gabriel out if he could. Steve had his gun on Gabriel, Gabriel who was chocking the life out of Chin as the two struggled for the pistol in Chin's hand. He had him in his sights, one shot and Chin was a free man and Gabriel was dead. He would have successfully completed something Rowan's Wonder App hadn't.

And then it happened.

His chest suddenly tightened, his heart fired up, spots formed in front of his eyes and he suddenly couldn't breathe. Steve collapsed against the pain, he hadn't felt something like this, something this strong since Rowan's last trip through the void.

He doubled over, his gun falling, hanging loosely by the strap he had around his shoulder. He had no idea when Gabriel got the gun from Chin and pointed it at Steve. He didn't see Chin struggling to stop Gabriel from shooting him. He didn't even feel the void open behind him, nor did he see the spectral figure half appear from the portal behind him, her hand extended, throwing a force from the void so strong it knocked Gabriel off of Chin and out the window beside him.

All he felt was the familiar blanketing warmth as a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind and with a jolt he was no longer in Hawaii but in the cold heavy expanse of the void.

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Rowan didn't appreciate being dragged through the hallways of Armando's safe house, she knew her way around the house better then these people did. She didn't want to say anything about it because she didn't know where Wo Fat, Conejo, Armando or Juan Carlos were and that made her nervous.

When she was realized she was being taken to the court yard apprehension took over. She got a bad feeling about this. The feeling solidified when she found that he had Wo Fat, Conejo, Armando, Juan Carlos, and the handful of men that Armando had employed here on their knees. Hands behind their head, guns pointed at them, keeping them down. Above them was Diego smiling triumphantly and smugly at them. That feeling of nervousness became paired with a jittering anger.

"What is happening?" she asked. Her eyes were on Wo Fat because she was asking him but it was Diego who answered.

"You're going to witness an execution," he told her.

Rowan turned a dark glare to him. In her stomach she knew he was serious. But she was going to give him a chance to make it a joke. "I'm not signing off on that paperwork," she snapped.

Diego laughed at her in the most patronizing manner. "Oh you and your snappy comebacks. Well, you won't be annoying your way out of this one… nor will you be slipping anymore ropes," he said to her brushing a finger down her cheek. "I'm going to have fun beating that willfulness out of you before you're sold."

Rowan blinked her eyes at him and then turned back to Wo Fat who looked like he was going to be sick. And then to Conejo who looked like he may kill someone just with his eyes alone and then Armando and Juan Carlos who were avoiding her eyes. So this was serious, this was real. It wasn't a joke. This was actually happening. Wo Fat's plan had somehow gone awry and they were all very much in a lot of trouble.

Diego crossed to where Wo Fat was kneeling and smirked down at him. "Not going to beg?" he taunted and Wo Fat's lip curled up in a dangerous snarl. But otherwise he said nothing. "We thought you cared so much for your little puta."

Wo Fat could only sneer at him. He was too proud to beg, even for her. After a charged silence Diego scoffed, he pulled his piece out of his back waistband and pointed the gun at him. "You, I'll kill myself."

"No!" Rowan shouted before he could pull the trigger. "No! Just No! You're out of our mind if you think I'm going to let this happen!"

Diego turned to her shocked by her outburst. He pocketed his gun and then walked back to her. "Excuse me?" he snapped.

"You heard me!" Rowan growled donning her most dangerous of faces. The one Conejo said made her look like an angry kitten. "Let us all go or I'll rain hell down on you."

Diego actually smiled at her. "And what are you going to do, puta. You're being held by two men twice your size and you're not armed. Unless you've managed to hide a gun in your short shorts, you've got nothing."

"Okay, firstly stop calling me a whore," she ordered and then she narrowed her eyes at him. "And for you're information… I've got magic."

It was a heavy-handed bluff. She wasn't sure if she had anything in her bag of void tricks to help. Everyone around her went quiet for a few charged seconds before Diego broke out in loud raucous laughter and his men followed suit. Even Wo Fat looked concerned, like she might be legitimately sick.

Diego turned away from her. "She may be too crazy to sell," he said to no one in particular. "But I'll still be able to have some fun with her."

He pulled his gun out again.

He levelled it with Wo Fat's head.

And Rowan Pierce lost it.

This was not happening. She pulled on all the rage in her small and broken form and sent it straight back into the star shape scar in between her shoulder blades. She knew she was screaming because everyone was staring at her, but at that point it didn't matter. Rowan had called for the void and for the first time in four years it opened up all the way for her.

They were so screwed.

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Chaos.

Rowan had created Chaos.

Her screaming. The way her body had contorted, folding into herself, her back arching before she threw herself back. The way her eyes had glowed that terrible white. The awful ripping sound and darkness that had appeared behind her. That enveloped her into a swirling black mass of space, where white lights twinkled, where hot electric bolts flew from and then it closed in on itself, like a black hole, collapsing with a deafening explosion, followed by a shock wave of power that sent everyone flying back, even Wo Fat and his friends.

And then Rowan was gone. As were the two men that had been holding her. Silence gripped the courtyard. Wo Fat, half up scanned the area, where was she? What had happened? What was going to happen next?

Diego and his men were up, guns raised, guns ready but there was no one to shoot at. Until they heard the ripping again.

When Rowan appeared again she was half out of the void, her eyes still that terrible hot white, practically steaming in her own scull. Her hands reached out and grabbed the man behind Juan Carlos whose gun had been raised and ready to fire. It was then that the chaos really took over.

Everyone opened fire as the man she grabbed dropped his gun when she dragged him back into the hole in space or time or whatever closing behind her. Juan grabbed the gun and threw it at Conejo who took it and was immediately firing back at the small battalion that Diego had brought with him.

Rowan appeared again, Wo Fat had to roll out of the way as she dove to the other side. She had brought a car with her this time, it plowed through the group of men that had appeared behind him with their machine guns. Both the car and the bodies disappeared into a secondary portal. Rowan then got up and jumped into another hole that had ripped into the air to her left. It closed around her but the chaos kept going on.

At that point Wo Fat stopped trying to keep track of Rowan. He watched the holes open and close. He saw a tiger leap out of one taking down two men before falling into a hole that had opened up on the ground behind them. He watched people vanish into them, he watching things fall out of the sky. But, from what he saw, Rowan had stopped appearing. He should have run for cover, but Wo Fat found that he couldn't. He was frozen to the spot trying to make sense of all that was happening around him.

That was until Diego appeared in front of him. He looked crazed, panicked, and he was packing heat. He aimed at him and Wo Fat nearly screamed for Rowan.

A gunshot, louder than all the others, echoed but it wasn't Wo who dropped but Diego. Behind him, Rowan was hovering… literally hovering. Her hair curling around her like wild snakes, eyes white and misting. Under her, lying on his stomach on the ground, a Noveske Rifleworks Diplomat assault rifle in hand was fucking Steven McGarrett, the two of them joined together by red strings that wrapped around them, coiled and slithering like snakes.

He watched Steve stand. He saw the way Steve's eyes narrowed at the surroundings as if he didn't know where he was. But that didn't stop him for long, with Rowan behind him he shot anything coming at them without hesitation. When there was finally no one left for him to shoot, Rowan wrapped her arms around his chest. The red strings surrounded them both, bound them more tightly together. Steve's eyes rolled back into his head, a look of pure bliss cross his face and then the two of them fell back into the darkness.

Wo Fat found himself gasping out a strangled cry. Where the hell was she going with Steve? Why did she want Steve here anyway? Did she really just use his nemesis to save his life? Oh when Steve figured that out he was going to be PISSED.

Looking around Wo Fat quickly found where Armando, Juan Carlos and Conejo were hiding. Behind a the thick Grecian collumns that held up the front of the house. There Conejo could discreetly pick off men as they tried to run from Rowan as if they could. He slid into the hiding spot. Armando grabbing him and pulling him the rest of the way into.

As soon as he was sitting behind it, fully hidden Juan Carlos grabbed him. "What the fuck was that?" he cried. Clearly frantic. "What the fuck is she?"

The screams got louder, the front doors beside them opened up and men came flooding out. Rowan came with them, walking calmly. She raised her arms up and from behind her came a huge crashing wave of water. The tidal wave of water washed the rest of the men away. It washed away the evidence of the carnage. Of the hell she had raised down on them. But when the water subsided Rowan was gone.

Wo Fat watched the water run into the jungle. IT was done. They were safe, for now, but where was Rowan? Would he ever see her again? And then, as if the mere thought of her brought her to him, Rowan appeared beside him. She extended her hand, strings of yellow uncoiled from around her wrist, and reached out to each of the men crouched behind that wall. Wo Fat stared up at her. Her eyes were still that terrible white, her face showed no signs of pain, but electric bolts of orange were crackling out of her, splitting her skin open to get free. Each wound, each stream of blood turned into strings, red strings that floated up and entangled around her. It looked like they might be suffocating her.

He instinctively realized that Rowan needed to be woke up. That she was unconscious at that moment. But he never got a chance to try and wake her up, the yellow strings had wrapped around the men and once they were tightly bound she used them to pull them into the blackness that only she seemed to be able to control.

Immediately Wo Fat was blinded. He was surrounded by a million twinkling lights and different colored strings. He felt as if he were suspended in some sort of jello, he couldn't breathe, he could barely move. Even Rowan was moving in slow motion. Her head turned, inch by inch, second by second. A hand raised, a different string wrapped around her, a white one and in a flash they all tumbled out of the black expanse leaving the strings and the twinkling lights behind.

When Wo Fat managed to breathe. When he could get a good grip on where he was, he realized that they were back inside Armando's safe house, in Rowan's room. He looked up, Rowan's feet were touching the ground, her hair had stopped swirling around her as if she were suspended in water but it wasn't until the glow left her eyes did he know that the otherworldliness had left her.

And then Rowan collapsed.

Wo Fat had to lurch to catch her, she tumbled into his arms. He felt a cold static travel up his arms at the contact. Her eyes fluttered closed, her face pale, her arms, legs and chest leaking rivers of red blood all over both him and her. She smelt of ice and storms just like she had the first time he had met her. Everyone was heaving, panting, coughing, but Rowan, she was barely breathing. What the hell had happened to her?

After a few seconds of silence Juan Carlos popped up like a meerkat, ever as energetic and screamed: "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?"

Wo Fat said nothing. He just held Rowan a little tighter and tried to quell the bleeding, but she was covered in quarter sized wounds, singed black around the edges, and he didn't have hands to cover them all. Internally he seconded Juan Carlos's question. What the hell had just happened?

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Steve jolted again. He fell back into the ground and momentarily lost himself. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know if he was falling, dreaming or dead. He didn't know if he had been shot. He figured he had, figured it had hit his vest and taken him off of his feet. He figured he had to be dreaming because out of nowhere he had gone from being in an abandoned building with Gabriel Waincroft across from him to a jungle where a completely different gun fight was happening. He knew Rowan had something to do with it. He had felt the flicker. He had felt the pain before he was shot, the fact hat this chest felt like it was being ripped open was how Gabriel almost got a shot on him in the first place. She was flickering again. And then her arms were around him, pillowing him as he fell having been blown back from that shot.

When he came to, when the stars stopped blinking in front of his eyes, he found chaos still reigning, and he assumed Rowan had called him to save her. He shot one man, who was standing over someone, but the person he had just saved wasn't Rowan, it was Wo Fat. He hadn't wanted to save Wo Fat. He hadn't wanted to help him. Why had she done that to him?

But he forgot to be angry. Because he knew she was behind him and people were still trying to kill them so he killed them all first. To protect her, to save her, so that when this was done, he could hold her without worry. When he was done shooting, when there was no one else to shoot at except for Wo Fat, whom he might have shot if he got a chance, he fully planned to yell at her. But the second he felt her arms wrap around him all that anger was replaced with happiness. God he had missed her arms around him. But that didn't last long either, because here he was now, dropped back in Hawaii. No Rowan just a dull ache in his chest.

Steve sat up as Chin slid to a stop beside him screaming to others that Steve had appeared again. Good god how long had he been gone for? He blinked his bleary eyes at Chin. "Did we get Gabriel?" he asked and Chin's mouth dropped.

"Uh… actually… no we didn't" Chin said after a moment's pause.

"What? Why? What happened?"

"Uh… well… Rowan, who saved your life by the way, blasted him out a window with her void powers… which I didn't think she had. And then while we were kind of panicking about where she could have possibly taken you, Gabriel managed to get up and run away. Which surprised all of us cause she knocked him out of fourth story window," he explained. He then narrowed his eyes at him. "Where did she take you?"

"Uh… I don't know. I know I had to shoot a bunch of people though," Steve answered absently.

All of sudden the panic hit him all at once. Steve lurched up into a sitting position his hands gripping Chin's arm. "Oh, my, god. She was in an active shoot out. What the hell was she doing in an active shoot out? I thought… I thought he'd keep her safe not throw her into danger!"

Chin put his other hand to Steve's shoulder to try and calm him. "Look, I get it. But we don't know. And unless Rowan comes back out of the void for a social visit we're never gonna find out. But we still have to find Gabriel, and that's kind of more important right now."

Steve stared at Chin. He was right. He knew he was right. Chin didn't have to drive that point back in… but he did.

"Wo Fat can take care of her," he reminded him. "If he could fake her death for a week, if he could save her from the Yakuza and not incur some sort of retribution, he can save her from whatever shit she started wherever she is."

Steve didn't think it was fair to blame Rowan for whatever drama she had been pulled into. But he was right, so he let Chin pull him up. He forced himself to swallow his worry. Rowan had picked her path. She would have to suffer through it without him.