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A/N: Hello my wonderful readers and happy Wednesday! I hope everyone's recovering well from their long weekend. So in this chapter we have some cute Steve and Rowan moments, I've also messed with where it's supposed to be in the series, so this is going to be it's own chapter. Hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter because I had a lot of fun writing it. As always don't forget to review and I'll see you guys on Friday.

Chapter 315

They were in the back of a military grade hummer, both Steve and Rowan were blind folded. This was a security thing, Steve knew it, but Rowan was afraid. He could feel the nervous tension rolling off of her and her hand was holding his very tightly.

He didn't know why they had been asked here, he didn't know why the invitation specified that they wanted Rowan specifically but knew there was no way she'd come without Steven there, so they had mentioned in the invitation that he could be her plus one.

Steve wasn't as worried because he knew where they were, or at least, he was pretty sure he knew where they were. What worried him was that they only wanted Rowan here and he still couldn't figure out why.

The trucks came to a stop, and the CIA agents who had met them at their military plane pulled them both out of the truck. And despite usually being calm the second he lost grip on Rowan he too began to panic.

"Alright, you're waiting here," someone said to him. "Her first."

"Wait what?" he heard Rowan said. The panic in her voice gripping him tightly.

"No," Steve said beginning to struggle, he couldn't see but he could feel Rowan being taken away from him. Her presence was replaced with another pair of arms grabbing his other arm to keep him from escaping their hold.

"Steven!" God, he hated that she was calling his name right now, especially because it was followed by a yelp. "Were those stairs? Why didn't you tell me about the stairs?!"

"Where are you taking her?" Steve growled twisting a little harder than necessary, trying to throw off the hands that were holding him back.

"Calm down Commander. You'll get your turn. It's one visitor at a time."

"OW! Did you walk me into a door?" he heard Rowan cry somewhere in a distance. A building, he assumed, one without a door or glassed windows. "STEVEN?!"

"Rowan calm down," he called though he was nothing but calm. There was the screeching sound of a heavy metal door opening again and he heard one more frantic screech of his name from Rowan, but it wasn't until he heard that heavy metal door close cutting off another one of Rowan's cries, that Steve stopped being calm.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

They ripped the blind fold off of her and then ordered her to turn around. But Rowan was disoriented and her eyes weren't used to the light and she couldn't rub them because it would mess up her makeup. She had spent twenty minutes making sure her winged eyeliner was even on both eyes, so she just turned around blinking over and over as she glared down the men who had taken her here. Wherever here was.

"I'm sorry about this, but you understand why this is necessary…"

"No, I do not!" Rowan snapped primly. "You could have kept the blindfold off entirely, my sense of direction is so bad I would have never known where I was let alone how to get back here! And you haven't even told me why I'm here. Just an invitation for tea, which normally I'd love but right now I just want to slap you all silly!"

The two men staring her down exchanged glances clearly struggling not to laugh at her which just made Rowan angrier. "And which one of you asshats walked me into the door?"

"We told you to wait you kept…"

"Oh, so it was you!" she cried rounding onto the black officer in front of her. He took a precautionary step back from her. Though why that 6-foot muscle bound man was scared of her she didn't know. "You two better hope that this tea party is the bomb because if it isn't y'all are not gonna like what happens."

The taller one of the two pointed to a door behind her and she waited patiently as they unlocked it and opened it for her before the ushered her in.

"Please don't shut the door I don't like being in…" she started but then the door shut behind her and she could hear the locks clicking into place. "Well fuck me."

So she was in a dusty, dark, prison cell, halfway around the world. This totally wasn't an arrest… right?

"I am sorry for their lack of hospitality."

The soft voice broke through the heavy silence causing Rowan to yelp and throw herself back against the door. "Jesus! Don't do that to a girl!"

The man in the shadows had the nerve to laugh at her. "Yes, they did say you were quite animated. Come, come closer. I will not bite."

Rowan narrowed her eyes at the man, but she figured there was no way she was being fed to the wolves with Steve here. So, she moved closer to him. He was just a regular old Asian man. His long white hair hung down to his shoulder, his beard was thin and wiry. She sat down across from him and watched as he poured tea into a small clay cup across from her.

"Do you know who I am?"

Rowan took the cup carefully and blew on it. "Am I supposed to?"

"I am Yao Fat."

Rowan blinked her eyes. Oh my god Wo Fat was gonna FREAK. A smile grew on her face. "Really? Wow! It's so nice to finally meet you!" she cried, she lurched forward as if to give him a hug and the man flinched away from her. "Well at least I know where Wo Fat got his flinching from. You two really don't like emotional contact, do you?"

For a moment the man stared at her and then he started to chuckle again. "From what I hear he is quite emotional with you."

Rowan shrugged. "Not really. I mean he's gotten better at hugs, now he'll initiate them himself but that's only when I scare him. And he has gotten better at talking to me about his emotions but again… I usually have to annoy him first…"

She broke off when she noted him staring at her oddly. "What?"

"Do you… always talk this incessantly?"

Rowan winced. "Oh. Sorry. Yeah I kinda do."

"I'm surprise he hasn't shot you. He's shot people for less."

Rowan nodded. "He did shoot me once. He's since then apologized and I get the feeling that he regrets the event entirely." Yao Fat stared at her as if he didn't believe what he was hear. "I grew on him, like mold," she explained. She took another sip of the tea and then asked: "Why am I here? Why did you bring Steve here?"

"To thank you."

"Thank us? Oh that's not a good idea with Steven. He and Wo don't have good relationship… or any relationship. It's a mistake, I promise you."

"I have heard. I have also heard that you are the reason why my son has turned to more altruistic methods of business."

"I wouldn't say that," Rowan said. "I mean he's nice to me and he takes care of me, but he's still lethal and he's still living that criminal life, you know?"

He nodded and then offered her a letter. "I was hoping that, since you seem able to reach him, that you could give him this."

Yes, she most certainly could. She took the letter carefully already wondering how the hell she was going to tell Wo Fat how she got this when she didn't even know where they were. There came the sound of a scuffle and the sound of bullets ricocheting off of stone and steel. Rowan jumped that couldn't be good.

"That's odd…" Yao said and Rowan turned a look of absolutely confused disgust at him. My God, was this where Wo Fat got his unflappable uncaring from?

The door to the cell they were in jerked open and Rowan only had to see that silhouette to know who was coming in. She immediately sighed, she leant in to Yao and said: "Thank god, it's just my boyfriend."

Rowan got up and let Steve stalk through the shadows of the large room to her, letting him wrap her up in his arms.

"Are you okay," she heard him ask softly, nothing that he seemed to be shaking and she was pretty sure he was bleeding from his shoulder.

"Yeah but I'm not the one bleeding," she said. Steve looked down to the injury and just shrugged.

"It's a scratch, I'm barely bleeding."

His hand came to cup her cheek and she saw the fear in his eyes. Maybe she shouldn't have screamed his name so many times. Behind them the door to the cell banged shut and both of them turned to it. They had kept saying one visitor at a time, but they must have rescinded that once Steve broke into the place.

Well, he wasn't troubled about it, so neither would she be. Then his eyes slid over to the man still sitting by his little table and he straightened.

"Ah, so you know who I am." When Steve didn't answer but instead still stared at him Yao added: "You have your mother's eyes."

"Oh… no… no see, bad move," Rowan whispered she then turned up to Steve. "Please don't freak out, he's actually really nice."

Steve shot a glare at Rowan but made no move to sit down, though she pulled herself out of his grasp to take her seat across from him again.

When Steve still stared at him, refusing to talk so Yao continued to speak. "And you have your mother's resolve, so I'm told."

Rowan turned back to Yao with a soft scowl. "Stop talking, give him time to adjust," she hissed.

He turned that calm smile back onto her. "I have heard many stories but it is something else to see her work in person."

But Steve wasn't going to bend to that and Rowan knew that. "Why am I here? Why is she here?" he growled.

"To thank you," he said. "My son's obsession with revenge would have been his undoing. Had it not been for…"

"That was Rowan. All of that was Rowan, quite frankly if I see your son again, I'll put a bullet in him."

He was only saying that because half a month ago she had let Wo Fat get away with an arsenal of guns and 12 million dollars in cash. He didn't really mean it, not when he had called Wo Fat himself to get her protection from a serial killer.

Yao chuckled. "And yet there is still so much anger…"

"Anger? Yes, yes there is anger. Your son killed my father. He tortured me, twice. He took my mother, he took Rowan…"

"My son grew with nothing but rage and obsession to nurture him. He did not have the family that you had, he did not have fond happy memories to hold onto when the darkness came and so he let it turn him into something monstrous. For so long he was a creature of that darkness that I did not think there would be anyway for him to find his way back…"

"Okay, fine, he's a changed man, but that is not because of me."

"You have had the opportunity to put him down and you haven't. You chose to let him live and in that choice you have given him the chance to become something… better…"

"That choice led to him stealing Rowan for a whole year."

Rowan winced. "I'm sorry he's having a hard time letting that go."

"I can see. I can also see that it still causes you pain," Yao said solemnly and finally Steve sat down beside Rowan.

"Is that the only reason we're here?"

"To thank us, yes," she answered. "To thank me for helping him become human, you for not killing him…"

"I got that Rowan."

They were silent a moment longer. Rowan took another sip of her tea and then asked softly: "Did you want to ask about your mother?"

"Rowan!"

"What?!"

"I have not seen your mother for quite some time, but despite your mother's betrayal, I still love her," he whispered and Rowan awwed which Steve just rolled his eyes to. "And I am grateful that she looked after my son for as long as she did, even if it was out of guilt or pity or some sense of duty."

Steve glared at him but Rowan was busy trying to place the letter in the back of her pants in a way that was both comfortable and wouldn't be start crinkling if she moved. Honestly, she had no idea how Wo Fat and Con hid guns back there.

"What are you doing?" Steve hissed but Rowan couldn't tell him about the letter yet.

"Stop worrying about me and talk to him about your mother."

"There is nothing I want to talk to him about, least of all my mother," Steve hissed and Rowan turned plaintive eyes onto Yao.

"I'm sorry for him, he's not usually this rude," she tried to tell him but Yao simply smiled at them both.

"It makes this old man happy to see that my son has found a formidable woman to care for him," he said after a moment's pause. "It warms my heart to see that he has found that family he was looking for."

Steve rolled his eyes but said nothing once Rowan dug her elbow into his side. He looked at the two of them carefully before asking: "You will take care of him, won't you?"

Rowan nodded. "I'm trying my best sir."

Then his eyes turned to Steve who was highly uninterested but with a heavy sigh said: "I'm not actively trying to kill him if that's what you mean."

A wry smile stretched over Yao's thin lips. "I suppose that's all I can ask for." The door to the cell opened and he bowed his head. "May you two enjoy your day and your freedom."

Rowan was smart enough to know that they were dismissed at that point. So as she got up she leant in to Steve and whispered: "Are we in trouble?"

He glanced back at her and said: "Well… they probably aren't too happy with me."

She put her hand in his, and squeezed tightly, liking the smile that dawned on her man's face. Well, if he was in trouble so was she, they were going to face this together. And with Steve by her side she knew there wasn't a thing that could stop them from getting out of there.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

With Rowan's hand in his they walked out the cell, he let her go before him, not because he was using her as a shield but because he knew it would be easier to keep them from separating them if he had his eyes on her, and his hand gripping hers.

The agents waiting on the other side of the door did not look happy, and that was fair. Steve had thoroughly thrashed them before he got himself into the room where they had put Rowan. Embarrassingly so. The door to Yao Fat shut behind them and then the two men that had been at the spearhead of this little tea-party were staring him down.

They all took turns looking around at the damage that was caused but it was Rowan who crossed her arms over her chest and said: "Don't look at us like that!"

"None of this was necessary. Had you two just…"

Steve opened his mouth but Rowan was already on it. "No… You really should have communicated this properly," Rowan said to them as primly as could be.

"Everything we did was of completely necessary to safeguard our location..."

"Bullshit," Rowan snapped and Steve almost laughed. He reached out to take her hand again and tuck her in closer to his side where she'd be safer.

"Oh, it was necessary," he said to her. "They didn't want us to know that they took us to a CIA black site in Morocco."

"What really? I thought they were Navy."

Steve tried not to shake his head. He couldn't help it. His girl was absolutely helpless. Thank god she had Wo Fat and Sin Nombre with her on her year abroad because she wouldn't have fucking survived.

Steve turned a dry glare to the agents as if to ask them if they understood what it was he lived with on a daily basis. "See while I get why you would think it was necessary, I'll have you know that it really wasn't. Ro here has no idea what's going on, and you can't fool me. So… the scare tactics and the non-communication was pointless."

"How… how did you know where we were anyway?" Rowan asked and just like that she had his full attention again.

"Oh, well it was easy. We were on a C-5 Galaxy for seventeen hours. I could smell saffron and cumin, I heard a call to prayer from the Minaret, and one of their drivers was speaking in Berber to his wife, so you know… Morocco."

"Hmm…"

"Where did you think we were?"

"Uhm… not gonna lie I was hoping it was Spain."

Steve stared at her but she was looking away from him. "Why the hell would you want to be in Spain?"

But Rowan ignored him and instead continued to look around the little room. "Did you do all of this?"

Steve surveyed the damage he had caused, yeah it was impressive that he did it by himself, but he didn't like that Rowan had just changed the topic like that, she did stuff like that when she wanted to avoid the question or was trying to not get caught in a lie. He didn't want her lying to him anymore, but it also may have been about the company they were in.

"Uh… yeah…" he turned to the two agents he had roughed up. "Sorry. She uh… yeah, it just wasn't smart to separate us like that."

Rowan looked around at the damage and then pressed a little deeper into his side. "You did all of that to get to me?"

"You screamed my name, I panicked."

"That is so fucking SEXY!"

She grinned up and him and Steve couldn't help but grin back. Already his body was reacting to her, it was always reacting to her, but this was a primal surge of wantingness.

She turned that million-watt grin onto the agents in front of them and said: "Would I be correct in guessing that this had everything to do you not wanting my location to be traced back by my brother?"

"He's not your brother."

It was strange hearing that coming from someone other than him. And hearing those words come from someone else he heard exactly how spiteful and crazy he must have sounded shouting that her all those times.

Rowan merely sighed. "Kay, well I'll take that as a yes. Just so you know, having us leave our phones at a military base in Hawaii won't keep him from tracking me. Sandy's been up and running since he gave me back to Steve."

The two men exchanged glances and then glanced back at her. "Wait… what?"

At that moment a different agent came skittering in the room, a ringing satellite phone in his hand.

"We've got an incoming call," he told the two men. "On our secured line. The caller ID says: If you hang up again I'll send a drone to rain fire on you."

Rowan half laughed. "Nonsense, he doesn't have a drone… I don't think," she said reaching for the phone. This new agent kept it away from her though glancing from her to the two men. "Seriously that phone call's for me."

"Give it to her," the lead agent said and finally the phone was given to her.

"Hey Wo," she said into the phone and immediately their weapons were drawn, like he was going to jump out of that phone and kill them all. Seriously who did they think it was? "I'm okay. Oh… no… really? Steve said we were in Morocco… Oh Rabat is in Morocco… well I wasn't made aware of where I was going just that I was invited by… Yes I know I'm in the custody of the CIA but I'm not arrested…" she looked to the faces around her, the fact that they all seemed to have drawn their weapons. "They are, however, pointing guns at me right now."

She listened very carefully and then asked: "He'd like to know if you plan to shoot me or if this has something to do with the fact that he's called and you think he'll swing by once I'm gone?"

They exchanged glances and though they didn't say anything, Rowan still said: "It's the second one."

She listened again and then said: "He says he has no intention of coming to this location unless you plan to harm or keep me. Are we good?"

"You think we're going to take the word of a convicted criminal."

"Well it's not like he knows who's here."

"And you're not going to tell him?"

"Okay yeah… you got me there, but by the time I tell him, which won't be until I go back to Hawaii, you'll have moved. And if you don't well… then you're just stupid… oh hold on a sec…" she then put her phone to her ear again. "Yes, I was brought here to meet someone. It was advertised as a tea party but it wasn't really a tea party… Why are you yelling at me? You know I can't resist anything resembling afternoon tea…" she then sighed heavily and handed Steve the phone. "He wants to yell at you."

Steve took the phone ready for the next argument that would be coming. "She's fine, I had this."

"You really let the CIA take her to some black ops facility for a tea-party? Are you out of your mind? Why didn't you say no?"

"Why didn't you ever say no?"

"I had a guilty conscience. What the hell is your excuse?"

Yeah Steve didn't have one other than he had a devil of a time saying no to those beautiful blue eyes, especially when she was kissing him the way she was prone to doing.

"Look, are they going to hold her? Because if you need to be extracted I could have someone to your location in less than twenty minutes."

Steve was momentarily stunned. "What… so quick? How did you…"

"Sandy reports things that are unusual. Her phone's in Hawaii but voice rec puts her in Morocco. I simply got confirmation it was her and tried to make contact. When those assholes decided not to respond I put people in play to get her out by any means necessary."

You know, if you had asked Steve a few weeks ago what he thought was worse, he would have 100% said it was the fact that Wo Fat had access to a person who would open a portal for him to anywhere if he simply asked and even if he didn't, would have been way worse. But now, seeing that he didn't need a portal to be just as lethal or dangerous, he figured that it really didn't matter either way. Wo Fat was going to kill who he wanted, take what he wanted, and do whatever he wanted, whether Rowan opened him a portal or not.

At least with Rowan involved, Steve might get some heads up.

"Well you can call them off. We're heading out anyway, right guys?" he shot the last question to the two men who had acted all tough when they brought them here but had seemed to be reduced to nothing but mice. It was also when he noticed that Rowan was no longer in that room with him.

"Well I'm guessing we're good to go because she's not even in the room."

Outside he heard the sound of a car horn blaring and a shout of: "Steven! Hurry up! The driver says he knows a place where I can get real afternoon tea."

Steve put the phone to his ear. "How about we rendezvous with your contacts and you and her can have a chat while she goes to afternoon tea, hmm?"

He then hung up the phone and tossed it back to the two me. "Sorry about the base and the beating and the… yeah…"

He jogged out of that room, up the stairs that they had forgotten to tell Rowan about and met her at the hummer she had somehow managed to commandeer. He wasn't even surprised anymore. His baby could do anything when she put her mind to it, and these CIA fellows were very wise to just get out of her way.

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As McGarrett had suggested Wo sent the team he had assembled to recuse Rowan, to meet her in town. While Rowan chatted with him on the phone that team had provided and had afternoon tea, McGarrett called his Naval contacts to get him out of Morocco as the CIA had essentially left them there.

This was a necessity, because they all knew it would be really strange if there was no proof of them returning stateside, nor would it look good if Rowan and Steve just appeared back home. Well, the two men knew this, apparently McGarrett had to explain it to Rowan.

Wo really didn't like that Rowan was so tight-lipped about who she was pulled in to see in Morocco. He didn't like that the CIA issued his sister an invitation for tea and she just accepted it. Yes she liked afternoon tea but that was a majorly stupid move. But she refused to budge and tell him why she felt the need to let the CIA drag her half way around the world, and then not actually use his connections to cause some damage for inconveniencing her in that way. McGarrett's goodie-two-shoes personality was already rubbing off on her.

Once passage was set up, Rowan went silent until she got back to Hawaii which took almost two days. Once she had landed and she got home to her phone she sent him a text saying she was tired, which he figured she would be, and then he didn't hear from her for another 24 hours.

The next time he heard from her all her got was a single text. You alone?

When he confirmed he was there was a pop from somewhere in the apartment he shared with Jian Hui and he sighed into the scotch he was drinking. "You have an hour before she gets back," he snapped.

Rowan said nothing, instead she handed him something. A letter with his name on it.

He took it from her, confused as to what was happening or why she had a letter addressed to him. Had she gotten this from the CIA? Couldn't they have just mailed it to her? Wouldn't that have made that whole situation easier?

Wo took the letter, and while he went about tearing it open Rowan took a seat on the couch beside him, carefully tucking her feet under herself as she watched him do it. She had said nothing to him, and by the look on her face he guessed that she might have been worried about his reaction.

And when he realized that the letter was from his father he understood why.

"Where did you get this?" he cried. "Did you… did you see him?"

And then he remembered all the times she had told him that his father was somewhere in Morocco, and that Steven wasn't ever going to be the one to tell him that. God how had he forgotten that? When she had been taken to Morocco it should have clicked instantly.

"I did."

"And he… why did… a letter, really?"

Rowan shrugged. "Maybe that was all he could get me? I unno. I… he's a lot like you. I tried to hug him and he practically dove out of the way."

Wo Fat growled at her, of course Rowan would try to hug his father. As if that was fair.

"I need to know everything about that compound," Wo Fat started but Rowan stopped him. She reached out and put her both her hands to his arm.

"You can't go after him."

"Like hell I can't."

Rowan shook her head. "Wo, you need to listen."

"Rowan, this is my father. When you charged off after the Stepanovs to save your brother, I didn't argue. That was your family and you wanted to save him, how dare you expect me to leave mine rotting in that prison. I'm not even asking you to help me!"

Rowan reached out, her fingers pinching his chin just like he did when he was being affectionate with her. "Will you stop?"

He felt the rush of rage and indignation leave him as he sunk back into the couch. It was amazing that she could do that to him. Calm him with a single motion. He nodded and she continued.

"You know how… how I've been saying that everything happens for a reason?"

"Yes, but I assumed we were saying that because it was helping you deal with whatever latent internal trauma was left over."

"Well yeah, that's part of it. But I think… I think that this is one of those times. Where things have to happen a certain way to get a certain outcome."

"What are you talking about?"

"Okay. Okay. Remember Gabriel Waincroft?"

Wo Fat sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, Rowan, I remember Waincroft." Like he was going to forget the guy who got him shanked in his cell, or had orchestrated Rowan's kidnapping and torture and then had the nerve to not die when Wo Fat wanted him to.

"Well, have you ever wondered how he survived?"

"He did terrible things and was surprisingly resilient. You'd be surprised what people can live through. Victor Hess was practically a cockroach."

"No. Wo. Listen. He survived you. He survived me. He survived Con. And Con kills everything he wants to kill. He got tortured multiple times. Con shot him 4 times in the chest. I knocked him out of a four-story window. But he lived. And… I realized it was because of the stings."

"The strings?"

"Yes, the strings were keeping him alive, not letting me and Con kill him because there was a certain thing he had to do…"

"Didn't you end up blowing him up with your void powers?"

"Okay, that's not the point. He was needed for something in the show, you know Hawaii Five-0?" she reminded him and he nodded. Yes he remembered the name of the TV show he and Steven came from in her world. "Well… there was an episode, later this year I think, where Steve and his mom go and rescue your dad."

"And where was I?"

"You died in season 5, in the basement…"

"Right yes, I remember. What Season would this be?"

"Season 7. Look that's not important. What's important is that sometime this year, Steve is going to go back to Morocco with his mom and… Catherine," she shuddered when she said her name and Wo Fat scowled into his drink. "And they rescue your dad. And then I think Doris and your dad run off but I don't wanna think about those two you know… doing it, so we're going to just gloss on past that."

Wo Fat sighed. "And here we were thinking that if you went back to Steve your visions would get fuzzy again."

"I don't know what to tell you. Maybe now that I'm stronger I can block him out."

They were quiet for a minute while Wo Fat chugged down the rest of his scotch before turning to Rowan. "You want me to hold off rescuing him because you think it has to be at a certain time."

Rowan nodded. "And I looked at the strings I don't see very many options where you going without Steve doesn't end in disaster."

"Even if I go with you? Miss. Explosive-Void-Powers."

"Even with me. Almost all of them end with the CIA realizing that they can use me as a weapon and that opens a whole different can of worms." Okay so they weren't going to go that route. "And there's one where I get shot and you have to bring my body back to Steve…"

Yeah Wo Fat wouldn't survive that encounter. He sighed once more, a heavy and defeated sigh. "Okay, now… if I agree to this, you have to call me the second it happens, okay? So I can meet McGarrett there or something."

Rowan nodded and stuck out her hand. "Deal."

As soon as he accepted it she pulled him in for a hug. "By the way, I missed you."

He hugged his sister back with ease. "I missed you too."

"And thanks for the assist. I didn't need it, but thanks anyway."

Wo Fat nodded. "I uh… I heard McGarrett did some damage down there…"

"Oh he did! He took down a bunch of them and fought his way to me. Think he knocked around at least 7 guys on his own."

Wo Fat half laughed. Yeah Steve was that way when it came to Rowan… or criminals he was chasing.

"Ugh and it was so fucking sexy, you know? It got me so hot for him that we didn't even wait until we got back to fuck. We did it right there in a military plane's washroom. I didn't think they'd have one but they did. Oh and we like went at it when we…"

Wo Fat put his hands to his ear, scream singing until she went quiet. "God, Rowan I didn't need to hear that. That's disgusting."

Rowan just smiled at him "Fine, I'll just call Con, he's always down for some girl talk. Enjoy your dinner."

She then opened a portal and was gone. Which was good timing because not minutes later Jian Hui got back from work. She, of course, noticed something off about him, got a whiff of Rowan's lingering perfume but he figured he managed to shrug it off quite nicely.