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A/N: Happy Friday my wonderful readers! Remember that heart to heart I mentioned? Well it's happening in this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy this update because it's going to be a good one. Don't forget to leave a review and I'll see you guys tomorrow!
Chapter 308
Steve got a call that morning out to a house in the Hawaii Kai Region of Honolulu, an address he knew the second Duke gave it to him. It made sense that the home owner would call 911 and then demand him, it was his fault that a body had been dumped in her bed. But he had no idea that Rowan had been listening to him, until he told her where they were calling him out to.
"That's Alicia Brown's place, right? Do you think this has anything to do with the serial killer?"
Steve stopped getting ready, standing there in just his cargo pants as he watched her as she shimmied into her skirt. She had some important lunch meeting that day after a royalty negotiation at Atlantic records. He didn't know why it made him so happy that Rowan listened to him and remember bits and pieces of his cases. If he had to guess it made him happy to realize that she was actively listening and not just tuning him out when he went on a little too long about his cases. Even he liked being paid attention to.
"I'm hoping not," he told her as he finished doing up his cargo pants. She still hated his cargo pants but they were the best for work. She hadn't said anything about it but he saw an ice in her eyes whenever he put them on. He didn't have to guess that she was dreaming of setting them on fire.
"Have you got any new leads on that serial killer yet?"
"No, nothing new. You uh… you said that you'd check the app for updates and maybe…"
"Yeah, I did ask him about it, but he's not sure if there's anything he can really do. He put out some feelers for me but he hasn't heard back yet."
Steve took all of that sunk down to the bed, shirt still off and in his hands, in just his cargo pants, clearly shocked. She paused in getting ready, leaving her in the grey skirt and her black bra. She stared at him, almost as if she were confused, though he didn't know why.
She turned to him. "What's wrong?"
"You're talking to him."
"No I'm still mad at him and…"
"Really? Because I told you to consult the app and you just said you spoke to him to get all that information…"
"Steven, we had a serial killer drop a token off in the house, the call was about business and keeping both me and our kid safe," she snapped. "You're going to have to let this go eventually, Steven."
Steven shook his head. "No, I can't. Because I know you, I know you're going to re-establish contact…" "Well… there's nothing to re-establish, it's not like I cut all contact. The lines are still open and functioning, I'm just not speaking to him currently." "Oh God."
He looked like he was going to be sick. Rowan sighed. "Steven, come on, are you still doing this? It's still you or him?"
"He took you… he lied to both of us… for a year… how can you just forgive him?"
He looked so concerned for her. So, Rowan came to stand in front of him. His knees parted for her, his hands darting out, resting on her hips to tug her to him. Rowan went willingly, resting her hands on his shoulders and smiling down at him. He had tilted his head back to stare at her, those blue eyes filled with worry but still shining with desire.
"He's my brother, Steve…" "—No he's not… not really…" "I'm not arguing about this, to me he's my brother, accept it already."
He lowered his eyes from her and she had to capture his chin in her fingers and made him look at her.
"He didn't take me from you to hurt me or to hurt you. He did it because he was afraid. Because I told him that I loved you and was leaving him, so you wouldn't marry Catherine. He didn't want to lose me and he did something terrible to keep me. You should understand that. You've done many a terrible thing in the name of keeping me, Steven McGarrett. He was a just a little more savage about it."
He was silent for a moment and she thought maybe she had finally broken through to him. "I want him gone Rowan. I can't trust him with you I'd never feel settled if you stay in contact, he could take you again, at any time and I just can't… I can't live through something like that again," he told her and she sighed at him.
As she pried herself out of his grasp to continue to get ready he added: "And don't tell me that you have to activate it yourself, like before, because last year he activated the Captain America Contingency without telling you."
She finished buttoning up her white blouse and then turned cool eyes to him, done with this conversation. "Can you just stop please? I've only been back a month or two and you're already starting up with the same arguments that chased me away in the first place."
Steven opened his mouth in abject horror only to be cut off by his phone ringing. "And there's your case again," she said crossing to him again and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Have a good day at work. Please don't get shot."
She moved to walk away but his hands gripped her wrist. When she turned again she saw the panic on his face and softened to him.
"I'm not mad. I'm not leaving you. Wo and I are still not on speaking terms, can you please just calm down?"
He nodded pulling her back to him to kiss her fully before letting go. As she walked away she tried not to feel bad for lying to him.
H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O
Alicia had woken up that morning to blood in her bed. And that blood had lead to a very dead body lying beside her. She was still in complete shock over it. She had seen terrible images of heinous acts committed by serial killers but never had she woken up to one beside her.
She had called HPD once she stopped screaming and freaking out long enough to manage it, and she demanded that they send Commander Steven McGarrett because this was as much his fault as hers. She should have known not to get involved, she thought she could keep herself half out of this, but it was too late for that now.
As she thought another pawn had been left in the corpse in her bed's mouth. She was trying not to listen, but she was just out on her balcony, a few short feet away in hearing distance of all the updates Steven was getting.
Steven had shown up in a light blue button down and a pair of grey cargo pants. She tried not to notice but he looked quite attractive that morning. Just like she tried not to notice the love bite he had peaking out from under that collar. He had mentioned a girlfriend and a kid, when he first came to see her, but she couldn't help but wonder how committed he really was to that relationship? Sometimes she just wanted to take him for a spin.
God why had her mind wandered there when she had just woken up to a dead body not an hour ago?
He came to join her on the balcony, he leant against the railing but didn't put a hand out to comfort her. He just leaned there casually, his arms crossed over his chest. "You okay?"
She nodded but that wasn't what was important right now. "He knows that you came to me for help, so he's put me in his game."
This was because she actually did some digging and found a lead or two. She had found Steve Phillip Lau, a detective with HPD who had been investigating all of the men who had died so far off the record. He had shot and killed himself six months ago but he was the only link between the men that had shown up dead. But that wasn't fair either, just the fact that Steve had come to her for help could have been why she was singled out. She wouldn't know for certain until they caught the guy and he told them what the hell was going on in his head.
She was figuring a lot of delusions.
Steve had been awfully quiet through all of this. She finally turned to look at him and found his patient eyes just staring at her, waiting for her to move at her own pace. "I promised myself that I wouldn't get involved. Now I have no choice."
Steve took that in and nodded, but he said nothing else. When she was ready he asked her all the procedural questions and then asked if she had somewhere else to go for the night, which she did not but would be going to a hotel.
She almost asked him to stay with her but that would have been foolish. She let him hug her good-bye, she got his personal number in case something else came up and then he was gone.
But this was clearly a message. The game was still on and the killer was in the lead.
H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O
Her words kept echoing in his head. It's only been a month and we're having the same arguments that sent me away in the first place. Over and Over on loop. These words terrified him for two reasons. For one, they were true and secondly it meant that she was thinking of leaving again. And Steve couldn't survive that. Not when it was clear just how much he loved her. Not when he had just got her back.
But how was he going to get her to see reason? Wo Fat had torn them apart for a full year. He had lied to the both. Multiple times. How could she just forgive him?
So he didn't what he shouldn't have. First he told Chin to access her phone records. Chin hadn't wanted to, of course, but when Steve told him that Wo Fat might be involved again… it hadn't changed his mind. He still said no.
Apparently every, single, Five-0 had been told what Sin Nombre said when he was in that interrogation room. Compliments of Danny. They had all heard that Sin Nombre had said that they hadn't backed her up against Steve's tyranny, which to their horror had been true. Now they wouldn't help Steve stalk Rowan or violate her trust and privacy anymore.
Which at the moment was not very helpful.
So Steve did it himself and when the results came in, he had to practically fight Chin off to see the results.
The report confirmed that Rowan was not only receiving calls from both his personal number, but blank calls through the app again, but she was answering and talking to him for long periods of time. He started to panic. But all of the calls coming through the app or to her phone came from Japan which meant that he wasn't on the island.
But then he had remembered that Duke had remarked that one of his officers was almost 95% certain that they had seen Wo Fat on the island that morning at a hotel. He had originally thought it strange, but as he was dealing with Alicia's dead friend at that moment he hadn't really given it a second thought. But now, now it was raising all sorts of red flags, especially since that was where Rowan's cellphone was pinging at that current moment. Then the panic hit him full force.
All on the drive down there all he could think was that she was leaving him. That, if he didn't get to that hotel, if he let Rowan meet with Wo Fat, Rowan wasn't going to be home when he got back. That if he didn't go to stop her, convince her that he had changed, he'd never see her or Nahele again.
He only had to flash a picture of both Rowan and Wo Fat together to the front desk to be told where they were. Dining in the restaurant. He then rushed into the restaurant, hand on the pistol he had on his hip. He spotted them immediately, ignored the hostess who was desperately trying to stop him and then approached the booth that she was sitting at with Wo Fat.
She was looking at her phone, swiping through most likely pictures she wanted show him. She had a smile on her face and he was staring at her in that disgusting way he had. Kind of a mix of admiration and pride. But she must have sensed him coming for her, because he hadn't even gotten to that booth when she went ramrod straight and her blue eyes swung straight to him. She was so shocked by his appearance that the phone clattered out of her hand. The smile faded, panic lit up her features. Wo Fat, took in that fearful stare, followed her gaze and stood to meet Steve, his own hand going for something behind his back.
They might have both drawn their guns in the middle of that posh restaurant if Rowan hadn't stood up and gotten in between them.
"Stop!" she ordered. Before turning back to Wo Fat and saying: "Give me a minute okay?"
She approached Steve quickly, putting a hand to his arm and trying to tug him back to the reception area. He let her pull him to the hostess stand but kept his eyes on Wo Fat, lest he decided to make a move while Steve was distracted.
"Did you trace my phone?" she hissed. "You promised you wouldn't do that anymore."
"You said you weren't talking to him anymore! You said you were mad! And now your lunch meeting is… is… him?" he shot back.
"I am mad at him, we aren't talking. But something came up and… well I couldn't tell you where I was really going today, there was no way you'd be reasonable. I should have known you'd trace my phone that is so like you."
It was the way she said it. He couldn't help it, it hurt to hear her say something like that to him. It reminded him, once again, that he hadn't really changed.
"Well I traced your phone because you lie, just like him. Just like my mother." he growled and Rowan gasped. He scowled, it wasn't like he was being that hurtful. It was just the truth. Spending that much time with Wo Fat had had some lasting effects on her. And his mother lied all the time, it was all she ever did. And Rowan had always followed in her footsteps.
"Look, I'm sorry. I am. But he's my brother. And he wanted to talk to me," she said.
He finally tore his eyes away from Wo Fat and looked down at Rowan. She looked afraid. She looked ready for a fight. She looked ready to take whatever he had to argue about. She looked ready to run away from him.
Steve didn't want her to run. He didn't want her to be unhappy. He didn't want her to think that he was going to make her choose between the man she felt was like a brother to her and him, the man she said she cared so very deeply about. He had done that once and it took a year to get her back.
"I want to talk to him," Steve found himself saying. "Can you let me talk to him?"
Rowan's eyes narrowed at him. "Like actually talk to him? Or is that code for you're going to try to arrest him and then beat the shit out of him?"
"No, like I'm going to sit down and talk to him, with my words not my fists," he said.
Rowan blinked her eyes and generally looked like she didn't believe him. "Uhm, sure, come on," she said.
She led him back to the table where Wo Fat was perched precariously as if ready to run. But Rowan donned a shaky grin and said: "He just wants to talk to you?"
She phrased it like a question and immediately Wo Fat looked suspicious. She went to sit down but Steve stopped her and pushed her away. "Can you give us a second? I want to do this alone."
Rowan stood there blindsided by his request but Wo Fat was holding his gaze, a narrowed look of distrust on his features. After a moment of regarding him he turned to Rowan and said: "Don't worry, I can hold my own with my brother."
Steve scowled and Rowan groaned with worry. "Wo please, you know he doesn't like that," she reminded him.
"It'll be fine, Ro, you can go," he repeated his eyes turning back to Steve's. Rowan stood there, worry etched across her face, her big blue eyes whipping between her two boys. For a moment there he worried that she wouldn't leave, but she eventually did.
Once she was gone Steve leant forward and snapped: "Why are you here?"
"I'll tell you Commander, but you won't believe me," Wo Fat said.
"Try me," Steve countered.
"As my sister…" "—She is not your fucking sister." "—I worry about her. I've been calling once a week since I gave her back to you. She answered the first call simply to tell me that she was settling in fine and to have me pay Kong for adding Nahele to the app. After that she didn't pick up until… uh… about a month ago. We talked about what happened and what I recommended for the situation, which she declined. Naturally I wanted to visit her. We went from being together every day to not being allowed to see one another. I missed her and she missed me."
"That's not all of it though, is it?" Steve asked.
"No. I had relationship questions to ask her. Rowan is the only one I feel comfortable to pose those questions to," Wo Fat admitted and then scowled at Steve. "And I didn't think you'd be sympathetic so I didn't want her to mention it to you."
"You expect me to believe that you came all the way to Hawaii to ask my girlfriend for relationship advice?" Steve snapped.
"I don't care what you believe, Commander," Wo Fat growled. "I care about what Rowan thinks. I care about her fears and her worries and right now you're not only worrying her, you're scaring her."
Steve took that in. He physically recoiled from Wo Fat at his words. Rowan was afraid of him. Why? Why?
"Why has she got it in her mind that you're going to change your mind and pick Catherine?" Wo Fat asked. "Why does she think you're regretting bringing her back to Hawaii?"
"I never said that to her," Steve told him. "Never. Not once."
Wo Fat just shrugged. "She got the idea from somewhere."
"Probably from all our arguing," Steve said. Pointedly glaring at Wo Fat as he snapped: "We've been arguing about you a lot."
"You seem oddly obsessed with me, Steven," Wo Fat growled. "Shouldn't you just be happy that she's back?"
"I am happy," Steve argued. "Of course I'm happy. But I didn't get my Rowan back, I got some weird hybrid of her and you. And you, you can come back and take her again, any time you want. So of course it upsets me that you're here… on the island… so soon after a pretty big argument between me and her."
"I have no intention of separating you two," Wo Fat said. He said it so earnestly that it almost shocked Steve. "I don't think you know what it was like. Having to keep her entertained at all times, her bouts of crying and depression. How she constantly missed you. Knowing she wasn't truly happy. Not really."
"If she was so unhappy, if you could see it, why didn't you give her back then?" Steve snapped. "Why did you keep her so long? Why did you make me do all of that to get her back?"
"I can endeavour to answer your questions, but you asked quite a few, which would you like to answer first?" Wo Fat asked. He sat back, picked up his glass and downed the rest of the wine. "And I think I'll need something stronger to drink."
Steve shook his head. "Why did you keep her so long?" Steve asked. "You saw she was unhappy. Why put her through that for so long?"
"Quite honestly, I was afraid," he said as he signalled for the waiter with his empty glass. "You have to understand, when I rescued her from that basement in Tokyo, I had no intentions of going on the run with her. I only did so, when she told me what she was going to do."
Steve knew that part. She had told Wo Fat that she loved Steve and she was going to end contact with him for a while and beg Steve not to marry Catherine.
"I was afraid that, if I gave her back, I would never see her again," he said. "After that video… I was forced to face a few terrifying prospects. Like I might not make it there in time to save her and then I called you and you just… you hung up on me. And yes, I did learn later that it was because you thought I had her the whole time, but it looked bad especially when I found out you were with Catherine during her four day absence and you bought Catherine a ring. Then she's lying in that bed half dead telling me she loves you and she's going to stop talking to me and I just lost it. Once again I was staring down the prospect of losing the only family I had left, the only positive influence in my life, and I found that I just couldn't let that happen. I acted out of selfishness, and I endeavoured to make her as happy as I could while I had her to assuage the guilt I was drowning in."
Steve nodded. The decision that changed the course of his life hadn't been made out of anger or to punish him. It had been made out of fear. Rowan had told him that, repeatedly but Steve had never believed it. But looking at Wo Fat, hearing the sincerity in his voice as he admitted it, he knew it to be true. Wo Fat hadn't been trying to hurt him, he had been trying to save Rowan from a perceived threat, and a little bit trying to save himself.
The waiter came, Wo Fat ordered what was probably a very expensive scotch and then he turned back to Steve to add: "And honestly I thought if I kept you two separated you might actually go and marry Catherine and then I'd have a real reason to keep her. But you are surprisingly stubborn when it comes to Rowan. Like she is about you."
"And the quest?" Steve asked. "Why make me go through all of that to get her back?"
Wo Fat sat back. "I filled her head with lies. She didn't know what was real or not. She didn't know if you wanted her, or if you wanted to use her to get to me. And while I knew that you were after us because you were after her, I thought it might do well to test you," Wo Fat told him. He took a sip of his whiskey and then sighed. "I designed the test for you to have no choice but to choose. Choosing me meant Rowan and I would have vanished again, taking Nahele with us. Choosing Rowan meant you got her back. So that night, when you chose her boat over mine, you proved to both of us that you wanted her."
Steve thought about that for a moment. He glanced over to where Rowan was standing at the hostess's podium, her eyes never leaving their table. The waiter came back with Wo Fat's drink and he immediately took a big gulp of it, clearly not lying about needed something stronger to drink to deal with Steve.
When he looked ready Steve asked: "What has she said to you?"
Wo Fat stared at him, his eyes blank and unfeeling. He put the glass of scotch down quickly and leaned forward again. "I told you. She thinks you'd rather have Catherine."
Steve winced and looked away. "That's not true. She should… she should know that."
"She says you've been acting weird," Wo Fat said.
"Yes, she could classify my behaviour as weird," Steve agreed.
"Well… stop it! It's clear you don't trust her. You wake her up, crying and clinging to her, but you won't tell her what's wrong. You're tracking her phone, you're following her, and you don't trust her to be out of your sight. These are not the hallmarks of a healthy relationship, brother. I may not know much in that regard but I know that," Wo Fat growled to him. Steve frowned, why had Rowan told him that he woke up crying, that showed a level of weakness that he didn't want Wo Fat aware of.
For godsake she had talked to him about a lot considering she hadn't weren't supposed to be talking.
Steve glared at him. "Of course I don't trust her. Look at what she does with my trust. I asked her, begged her…" " —Commanded more like it." "…to stop talking to you and she can't even do that!"
"Why does it bother you that we're in contact? Do you really hate me that much Commander? Because if you do, maybe you should stop calling me to get help with her."
"You took her from me!" Steve suddenly shouted slamming a fist to the table. He got some odd looks from everyone, including Rowan's who's big bright blue eyes were on him. He forced himself to calm down before he turned back to Wo Fat. "For a whole year. You kept her from me! I don't care if you were doing it for her, or for you. You told me she was dead. You told her I married Catherine. And look at you now! We're arguing and you're here again. I'm one argument away from you stealing her from me and disappearing again!"
Wo Fat just stared at him. He lowered his eyes and said: "No. I wouldn't do that again," he whispered. "Not unless she asked me to."
"… asked…" Steve echoed his voice strained. "She asked you to take her away?"
Wo Fat's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No, Steven," he said in a patronizing tone. "She has not asked me to initiate the Captain America Contingency Plan again. But might I remind you that there's a serial killer on the loose and she paints a very inviting target."
Steve looked down again. He knew, for her and Nahele's safety he really should send them away, but he couldn't stomach the thought of them being away from him, not after everything he had done to get her back.
"The both of you have very deep feelings for each other," Wo Fat continued. "I don't understand why you two keep ignoring it."
"I'm not ignoring it," Steve whispered.
"You haven't said it to her either, have you?" Wo Fat countered. "You haven't told her you love her. I'd have heard if you had."
"How do you know I…" he started but Wo Fat waved him off.
"Of course you love her. You chased her around the world. You hunted her like she was a rabbit. You raged when you thought her lost. You forget that I saw you, I watched you, and I heard you," Wo Fat said. "I dare say you've loved her since you met her, you've just been too much of a fool to figure it out before now."
Steve felt his chin begin to quiver. His nemesis had figured it out years before he had. Everyone had figured it out. Why had he been so stubborn about this? Why had he tortured them this way?
"Everyone I love leaves me. They choose you. They get sent away. They die. They live halfway around the world from me. They go to Afghanistan and on missions that have nothing to do with our lives. If I tell her… if I let her know… she's going to… she's going…"
Oh god why was he telling him this. Why was he pouring his heart and soul out to the man who could, and was always trying to, destroy him?
"Rowan has never left you," Wo Fat said. "You've kicked her out, she's been stolen and she's been ripped from your arms, but she has never, ever left you. Even when I told her you had chosen someone else. Rowan wanted to go back to you."
Steve looked up to him. "Rowan loves you. She told me in the hospital. She told Conejo over and over during that year I had her away from you, and she tells you in the way she babies you and if you look very closely she even says it in the way she smiles at you," Wo Fat continued. "She deserves to hear and feel that you love her too."
They stared at each other and Wo Fat sighed again and then took another long gulp of his scotch, draining the drink entirely. "Alright look, Rowan and I, we're not okay yet. She's just being a good sister. I had girl problems and she agreed to dinner to help me. We're not officially talking yet, we've just called a momentary truce. There, do you feel better?"
Steve narrowed his eyes. "You're really having girl problems?"
"Mhmm, my girl pulled an ultimatum similar to yours. Her or Rowan. Rowan's given me the a-okay to pick my girl." Steve half scoffed yeah that sounded like his Rowan. Wo Fat raised his glass to signify he wanted a refill. "Yeah, she wants me to be happy."
"You'd actually cut her out?"
Wo Fat turned those cold brown eyes to him and he knew the answer before he said it. "No. If forced to pick I'll choose Rowan, only because she's helpless without me." Now, see that was a lie because that girl was stronger than the both of them combined. "If anything I'd be proposing a deal. Rowan is technically out of my life at the moment and we can re-evaluate what's going to happen when Rowan and I decided to get in contact again. I believe Rowan was thinking of doing the same for you."
Yeah no. That wasn't going to happen. There wasn't going to be a re-evaluation. Because he was getting a glimpse of the other side now, what it looked like when he threw down ultimatums. He didn't look smart or loving, or supportive, he looked crazy and manipulative. And he didn't want to be that person anymore.
Steve half smiled. He looked back up to Wo Fat who was graciously accepting another tumbler of scotch and taking another generous gulp. "If I let her stay in contact with you…" he started and Wo Fat practically choked on his drink in surprise. "If I let her stay in contact with you, will you promise not to take her from me again? And you have to promise to stay out of my house, I don't care if she's seeing you or talking to you so long as she at least warns me, but I don't want you around… we're not family."
"Deal," he said offering a hand for Steve to shake. Once they had shaken on it, Wo Fat added: "And I won't take her again… unless she asks me to. My loyalty is to her McGarrett. It always will be."
Steve nodded. That was fair.
"One last thing… this thing we have… where I can call you if I have issues… do you think we can keep that up? Maybe if we present a solid front together she won't be as hard to contain… you know between the two of us."
"Uh… yeah sure… and uh… if you want to send me updates on her wellbeing in lieu of us talking as frequently we can do that too," he said. "I also can help with date nights if you'd like, we learned a lot about one another on that year away…"
That actually sounded like a good idea. Better ideas on romantic nights and things she'd like to get as gifts would make things easier for him.
"Are you guys done?" Rowan asked. "No one's dead and it looks like you guys agreed on something…"
In his pocket his phone rang and he winced. He didn't have to look to know that it was work. He stood and as he did Rowan's eyes stayed on him, raising up to keep in line with his height as he stood.
"Yeah, everything's good," he said. "Look, I'm sorry I've been weird lately. I promise, when I get a chance, I'll tell you what's going on with me okay?"
"Oh, that's okay, Steve," she said waving it away as if it were nothing. "I know you don't like talking about those things, so you don't have to push yourself."
Behind him Wo Fat scoffed and Steve frowned. He wasn't going to let that go as easily as Wo Fat thought he would. "Don't do that, okay?"
"Don't do what?" Rowan asked.
"Don't be so understanding with me," he said. "I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you."
"Amen," Wo Fat said behind her and Rowan shot him a warning glare before turning her attention back onto Steve.
"I don't care what you think, you are everything I've ever wanted, and more than I deserve," she said to him, a hand raising to his cheek to cup it. She stood on her tippy toes to kiss the corner of his mouth in that way that always set him off. It took all his will power not to wrap an arm around her waist and press her body to his. He figured Wo Fat didn't want to watch Steve ravish her, even if they had come to their very first agreement.
"Be safe at work," she whispered as she lowered herself back to the ground.
Steve smiled. "Always. Have a nice lunch," he said, being sure to kiss her on the cheek and linger a little bit because he hated it when he had to leave her.
"We will," she said. "Thanks for understanding."
Steve shot one last look in her direction, catching Wo Fat's expectant eyes and then ducked out of the restaurant.
She deserved better. Wo was right about that much. So his confession… his confession was going to be the most romantic gesture he could think of.
He was going to need Danny's help… and Kono's… maybe the whole team. God… was he ready for this? Maybe he'd talk to Danny about it and go from there.