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A/N: Happy Friday my wonderful readers! Aren't you glad that you don't have to wait for this update? Cause we get to figure out what's going on with Steven and Wo Fat… RIGHT NOW! So for those of you who are asking questions, you're gonna get answers both next chapter and in slightly later chapters (but like soon). This chapter is less, funny and more cute. Like if you like where Steve and Wo are going so far, you're gonna love this chapter. Like… you guys should get a d'aww moment at the end here. So please let me know if you liked it. I know the review function is being silly but I do see that you're reviewing, I get the notification that tells me what you've said, even if it's not showing up. Fingers crossed it gets resolved soon cause if I have to move this story… whoo boy it's going to take a while. So don't forget to review and I'll see you guys tomorrow!

Chapter 330

Steve, half propped up stared up at Wo Fat who was holding the gun dangerously close to his forehead. The house was silent except for Wo Fat's laboured breathing and the rattle of the gun in his face.

He had a lot of questions running through his head at that moment.

Why was Wo Fat panting? He didn't look hurt or like he had run here. Why was he shaking? He had never shook holding a gun before, at least in the time Steven had known him. He looked around the room, no sign of Rowan. Where the hell was Rowan?

"What are you doing?" he hissed. "What you think killing me is going to get Rowan all to yourself?"

"Pick up the gun," Wo Fat ordered. "It's right there… it'll make you feel better."

Steve glanced down to where his gun was waiting for him, lying on the pillow that usually housed Rowan's head.

"You think you can shoot me and claim self-defence because I had my gun?" Steve asked.

"Why do you keep forgetting that I'm not a cop?" Wo Fat asked. Okay he had a point, Wo Fat didn't give a shit about the self-defence cover.

"So what? Going to tell Rowan that you had to shoot me in self-defence?" he snarled.

Wo Fat lowered his gun a fraction. "Do you really think she'd forgive me if I killed you? Even if it was in self-defence?"

"She's forgiven you for worse before," Steve reminded him. But no, no he didn't think Rowan would forgive him for that… maybe. He'd hope not. "Where is she anyway?" When Wo Fat didn't answer, in fact, that question made him raise the gun back up and a sneer pass over his face, he realized that she wasn't there. "You better hope that bullet kills me because if you think I won't dedicate the rest of my life to hunting you down you've got another thing coming."

"For godsake I'm not going to kill you," Wo Fat growled.

"You can't keep her. Do you understand? So you better give her back to me!" Steve was getting frantic now. Where the hell was Rowan? He just wanted Rowan back.

"I can't okay?" he snapped and Steve froze. Something had happened. Something had happened to Rowan. "Look, I'm going to tell you what happened but I figured when I did you'd get mad so pick up the gun so I feel better and we can figure out how to fix this."

Steve took the gun and dropped it to his bedside table. He swung his legs out of the bed and stood up which caused Wo Fat to scramble back. "What happened? Fix what?" he asked. Because if Wo Fat dared to tell him that she had died on his watch Steve very well would kill him.

"Someone took her," Wo Fat admitted. Okay, not good but better than dead. "Okay? Government officials attacked the boat she threw me away before they could shoot me and when I finally got back to the boat she was gone. There's no chatter about a hit, nothing about grabbing her or me, and nothing's popped up on any channel in the 18 hours it took me to get here, so I don't know what to do."

"Government?" Steve echoed. Wo Fat pointed to a large manila envelope that was resting beside his discarded gun. An envelope he hadn't noticed before.

"Pretty sure," he said as Steve reached for it. Inside the envelope was thumbs. He turned to Wo Fat disgusted and the man shrugged. "I got a few of them. I figured you could use them as identification."

Steve stared at Wo Fat who seemed to realize that Steve wasn't going to attack or kill him, and was tucking his gun into his waistband. He needed Steve's help. For the first time, something was happening to Rowan and Wo Fat needed his help and not the other way around.

"Alright," he said tossing him the envelope of thumbs. "Let me get dressed. You can tell me the story in the car."

Wo Fat nodded and left the room. Steve found that though he was worried, this time he wasn't nearly as panicked as the previous times he had lost Rowan. He had a feeling that this time, things would go much more smoothly.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Nahele woke up to the sound of his dad moving around the house, big heavy boots on the floorboards, and instinctively knew that something was wrong. Actually, he knew something was wrong as soon as his mom hadn't called him that morning, and that was cemented when she hadn't called at lunch nor at dinner. But Steve was certain that Rowan was just busy, that she'd call them when she got a chance.

Nahele had not felt the same way but Steve had been certain, and calm, and reassuring, so he eventually let that reassurance convince him that maybe he was just over reacting.

But it was the middle of the night and his dad was scrambling about the room. He could hear the heavy tread of the steel toed boots he work for work which meant that he was gearing to go up somewhere and that wasn't good. And if tradition meant anything, then a late night round up, without a phone call beforehand, meant that Rowan was in trouble.

Nahele left his room and then just stood in the doorway waiting for Steve to come into view. And sure enough after two minutes of waiting Steve came out of his bedroom, back in the same battle clothes he had left Hawaii in the first time, all tight-fitting long sleeved black shirt and tan cargo pants. He even had the black bag filled with god knows what.

He stopped the second he saw Nahele, like a deer frozen in the headlights, and then sighed.

"Its mom, isn't it?" he asked. "Something's happened… right?"

Steve shook his head. "No, no it's a case, I have to go in for a case."

"Oh yeah? Then where's your badge?" Nahele asked and Steve glanced down to his hip where the badge usually resided, and was distinctly badge-less at that moment.

"I don't have time for this Nahele. Why don't you go back to bed? Lou's gonna be by tomorrow morning to pack you up…"

"Whoa, I have to go to the Grover's tomorrow?" he cried following Steve has he went down the stairs. "Just tell me the truth is something wrong with mom? Are you leaving the island again?"

He hated that he sounded like a scared little kid, even if he was scared. He didn't like it when they left the island without him, he didn't like it when Steve was off doing dangerous things, hated it even more if Rowan was with him, because he always felt like he was one phone call away from being told he was an orphan again.

But he got half way down the stairs and found that a man was waiting for Steve in the living room. He was dressed similarly to Steve and seemed to hold himself in the same way. He had a tight-fighting long sleeved black shirt, except he was wearing jeans. On his hip was no badge but he could make out several guns, one on his hip, two under his arm in under arm holsters. He had just been standing in the shadows, silently like some weirdo. And in those shadows, he looked almost sinister.

He was Asian. Half his face seemed to be covered in burns like some Phantom of the Opera type thing. His black hair was shorn short and his brown eyes were dark, almost so dark that he was certain they were just black.

But he wasn't someone Steve knew from work, because Nahele knew all the guys that Steve worked with.

"Yes I'm going off island, but I'm going after a terrorist. I will be back at the end of the week. Yes the Grover's will be looking after you. Do you want me to drop you off now, or would you rather stay home?"

Nahele heard the question, he knew Steve was talking to him but his eyes was still on the man in the shadows, who was staring him with that unwavering dark gaze.

"Who is that?"

Steve glanced to the man behind him who gracefully tilted his chin once acknowledged.

"I'm your Uncle. I think. I'm not sure Ro never went into specifics."

Nahele's eyes turned from Steve and then back to the man with burn scars marring half his face. This was… Wo Fat?

"Dad… Steve said you were bringing mom home. Is she not here? Where is she?"

"I told you to wait outside," Steve snapped to him.

Wo Fat merely shrugged. "You should have been quieter."

"Seriously, what is going on?" Nahele cried.

Steve sighed and hung his head. "Alright, fine. There's been another problem with Ro…"

"Another one? Dad!" Nahele cried. Steve actually faltered. "Why is there always something wrong with Mom?"

"Rowan attracts trouble. But it's okay. We're going to get her back," Wo Fat said and Nahele turned to him. They last time they said that his mom was gone for a whole year. "And I'm not going to leave with her this time. I promise."

Nahele turned to Steve with a cocked eyebrow. Was this man, who was a notorious criminal, with his own criminal network and everything, really to be trusted?

"It's fine. I'm going with him. Ro and I will be coming home as soon as I can find her."

"You don't know where she is?" he asked with a wince.

"Temporarily. No one can hide her from me for long," Wo Fat said and then glanced to Steve. "And even less from him."

"You had her hidden all last year," Nahele reminded him and Wo Fat nodded.

"Only because I convinced him not to look and then made sure he remembered not to," he said. "Half the fight is psychological. I kept him depressed and certain that he wasn't wanted and he never came looking. Notice he found us the second he started trying?"

"Okay, stop giving my kid advice, especially creepy shit like that," Steve snapped and then he turned to Nahele. "Look, it's going to be okay. I'm going to find her and I'm going to bring her home. It will not take a whole year. And even if I don't bring her back, I'm not letting you go again. If I have to quit Five-0 I will, okay?"

Nahele blinked his eyes, he wasn't sure he believed it but Steve seemed sincere. So eventually he nodded. "Now, do you want to stay here for the rest of the night or do you want to go to Grover's?"

Nahele didn't want to stay in this house alone. "Could I… could I go to Grover's please?"

Steve nodded. "Let me call him, okay?"

Nahele nodded and Steve took his phone out of his pocket, he went to walk away and then stopped.

"You," he said pointing at Wo Fat. "Don't scare him. In fact don't talk. Just… not until I get back."

But the second Steve was gone with the phone Nahele turned to Wo Fat. "Mom says you're ruthless. And Grace said that Steve told her dad that you massacred the people who took her last time. Is… is that true?"

Wo Fat turned to the door Steve had left through and then he nodded. And that was it. Seemed like he was going to not talk as promised, but there were other ways to communicate.

"Are you going to do that, this time?"

Wo Fat's eyes went to the door again and he quietly said: "If I get away from him… most likely."

Okay… yeah… that made him feel better. He thought a little longer before asking: "Do you think they're hurting her?"

Wo Fat shook her head. "Wouldn't be wise. It's well known that I tend to over react where it comes to your mom. No one's really tried since the first attempt."

"Then why take her?"

Wo Fat shrugged, his hands deep in his pockets. "Any number of reasons."

"Like what?"

Wo Fat sighed. "You're a lot like Steven, you know?" he said and Nahele almost felt proud. "He asks a lot of questions too."

"And he's going to be back soon, so tell me, why take her if everyone knows that you overreact?"

"Well that depends on who took her. The most logical reason is to hurt me, or make me do something. They'd have to be pretty desperate to be willing to face my anger, though."

"Has it ever worked before? Ransoming her I mean?"

"The people to ransom your mother to me last are all dead and they didn't get what they wanted. They didn't even get to hold it for a short time before I ended them. I went in guns blazing to get her back and then personally saw to it that each and every person involved was put in the ground. So no, I'd say it hasn't really worked before."

"What did I tell you?!" Steve thundered coming back into the living room. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and then shoved Wo Fat. The shove sort of half moved him but other than that he stood up against Steve's anger. "I told you not to talk to him. I told you not to scare him."

"I'm not scared," Nahele said stiffly squaring his shoulders. "But I have one more question."

Wo Fat sighed but gestured for him to go ahead. "If someone were to take me… and mom called you…"

"Well I guess I'd have to get you back," he said and then a glittering smile dawned on his face, a dangerous pointed scary smile. "By any means necessary. Though she wouldn't have to call, if I was made aware of the situation, which I would be because her app tracks you, I'd just deal with that. But I'd have to beat McGarrett there of course. Actually between your mother and him, I doubt I'd be needed. Your mom can be just like me when she puts her mind to it, I have no doubt she would be first through that door if someone took you from her. And this animal would be right behind her."

Nahele almost felt like crying. Because he might have had his doubts but he knew it was true, he knew it. Rowan would face down a hoard of kidnappers with Steve on her heels egging her on, to get him back. But it felt nice to know that this criminal Uncle of his wouldn't be far behind either. It made him feel safe, it made him feel loved. It made him feel like he was family. And that was very important right now.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Wo Fat had taken Steve to the little airstrip out in Waimanalo that he found Rowan's car abandoned at last year. Turned out Wo still had the contracts with this guy and he was going to fly them in a little private plane out to an airstrip in Japan before they drove down to Tokyo.

It would give them time, Wo Fat had said, for Grover to hand over the fingers he had in the fridge to Max in the morning, so they could ID some of the people who had been on the boat.

Grover had not been impressed by this turn of events. Not that he didn't like have Nahele, just that he didn't like that Rowan was in trouble again, that Steve would be going off with Wo Fat on his own. Nor did he like being woken up at three in the morning.

Steve had hugged Nahele for a solid ten minutes before Wo Fat made him let go and leave. He had peppered Wo Fat with questions as he had drove to that airstrip, but had left him alone while he discussed their travel plans with what was probably going to be their pilot. But the second he was on that plane with Wo Fat he was ready to ask more questions.

For the hundredth time, Wo Fat told him what happened. That their boat got boarded and Rowan shoved him into the void and back to his apartment. That by the time he got back to the boat, it was on fire, Rowan was gone but some of the agents were still there and he had dropped who was left, cut their thumbs off and then, once he realized he had no chatter and Sandy couldn't find anything, he immediately headed for Hawaii to get him.

It wasn't a lot to go on, and that was fine. Sandy was tracking Rowan but if the CIA op they had just been on was anything to go on, he was assuming that there would be no official chatter on this hit. And they would be keeping Rowan somewhere low tech so Sandy couldn't find her.

Wo Fat clearly wasn't happy that law enforcement had found a way to circumvent his app, but he was certain that sooner or later Sandy would turn up something. Someone would slip up somewhere and then they were going to come at that person like a fucking freight train.

Once they were done talking theories Steve sat back in his chair, watching as Wo Fat did the same, noting that the two of them had the same leg tapping tick. God, he could never let Rowan know, she was certain that the two of them were similar as it was, he didn't want that to get worse.

"I wanted to say thanks… you know for what you told him… he doesn't like it when I leave… he hates it more when Rowan's gone… you know cause… last time…"

"Please, for the love of god, if we happen to not get her back… not that I think we won't, but just in case. Please don't fall to pieces again, because if it looks like you're going to lose him to CPS again, I have to snatch him up and take custody and I don't want to be in charge of a kid. Especially since she said he can't end up like me."

"Wait… wait… what?"

"What?" Wo Fat said turning to him again.

"I'm sorry… Ro told you…"

"It's between me and Con, between the two of us. We both get him if she goes down and you go nutso again. Because I just made a call McGarrett I didn't threaten them or anything. I reasonably figured you to be a disaster after everything that happened, and just nudged CPS to you. Everything else was you. Loosing him was you."

Steve sat there. He had been so hoping that CPS had been told to remove him, that Wo Fat had rigged it but it hadn't. He really had been the problem. That was hard to hear.

"Okay… okay. I mean. She told me that you get Nahele but I thought she was… okay… fine… so you get Nahele if I'm a bad parent?" he said. "Sounds like something she'd do to me."

"It's not just me, Con is to be involved too. And according to her he has a son, or had a son. I unno, they haven't let me in on that yet."

He sounded bitter, like terribly bitter. Sort of the way Steve felt about Wo Fat and Rowan's relationship. Well wasn't Karma a bitch?

"Well alright, okay, I guess it's nice knowing you'll take care of the kid. I'm guessing that's the stipulation if we're both gone too."

Wo Fat nodded. "For the love of god, don't give me a kid."

"I mean you did alright with him tonight."

"You said I was scaring him."

Steve winced, that was true, but what he meant was worrying him. "I unno, I just… he worries, you know? I didn't want you making it worse. But I think… I think you made him feel better."

Wo Fat nodded, Steve shot him a glance and saw that the man was kind of smiling. Like Steve's words had made him happy.

"Uh… I got a question," Steve said and Wo Fat turned to him an eyebrow cocked. "When uh… when did she forgive you."

"Who says she did?"

"I'm not stupid, Wo. She forgave you at some point, I'd like to know when."

Wo Fat actually squirmed in his seat. "I don't like selling my sister out… especially since you'll probably yell at her…"

"Right so did she do it right after she got back? Huh? When the serial killer showed up or was it earlier than that? Was she ever even mad at you?"

"Hell yeah, she was livid," Wo Fat said. "She was so mad I thought she was going to use her void powers on me."

Steve scoffed. No apparently she only used her powers on criminals and him. For a moment they just stared at one another until finally Wo Fat sighed in defeat.

"She forgave me after Halloween."

Oh, well… okay… that was a pretty long time. Four months at the very least. She stayed mad at him a lot longer than he thought she had.

"And she's still mad at me," he said with a sniff. "She uh… she basically said that she… you know, she wasn't afforded the right amount of time to be angry with us, because all of those things went down and since she clearly needed us, there was no point in continuing to ice us out. But she was angry and while she was willing to lift the wall of silence in between her calls for help, she was still mad and we still owed her."

Yeah Rowan had done that before too. When Wo Fat shot her. She had stayed in contact, been mad at him, but had forgiven him and in turn he owed her for what he had done.

"Yeah? And how many favours are you going to need to be even this time? Does she get to decide, or are you going to decide again?"

"She doesn't get to decide and neither do I," he said and then the two of them were looking at each other. Well… if it wasn't her or Wo Fat who decided then… "You do."

Steve blinked his eyes. "Me?"

"Yep. The deal was, she'd forgive us but we'd owe you favours. We'd have to do whatever you asked when you called."

Steve fully turned to stare at Wo Fat now. "Why didn't she tell me that?" he asked and Wo Fat shrugged.

"I guess because we were worried that you'd take advantage of that."

"Okay who is we?"

"Me and Con."

"You're telling me I can call Sin Nombre and he has to do whatever I say?" Wo Fat nodded. Steve shook his head confused. "You're telling me I could have called you and Sin Nombre to Morocco and you two would have had to help." Wo Fat nodded again and Steve found himself sighing. Yeah that would have made everything more easy. She should have told him that would have been the case, instead of just offering her brother's assistance up to him.

Steve let out a string of wry chuckles. "Damn, and you guys… you guys agreed to that?"

"She's our sister," Wo Fat said as if that explained everything. "She was back less than a month and she had serial killers in the house and she was running into my competitors with your express permission and approval…"

"Okay, okay I get it, you guys don't trust me with her," Steve growled and they turned away. "And I'll have you know that I wouldn't take advantage of you two. We both know I only ever call you if I'm worried about her."

"And for date advice."

"You have a literal file…"

"I know, I know, I'm just saying," Wo Fat said and then the two men fell quiet again.

"So uh… do you know where we're going to start when we get to Tokyo?" he asked. Hoping to change the topic as all the emotions seemed weird to be sharing with Wo Fat who was supposed to be his nemesis. "I mean if Sandy doesn't find anything."

"We're not going to Tokyo, we're going to Osaka. It's just that this charter lands closer to Tokyo…"

"Okay, but why are we going to Osaka?"

"There's a CIA stake out in the building beside mine," he said absently. "If Sandy doesn't have anything, we'll start with them."

Now that was news to him, and he was a little confused as to why Wo Fat would say that so calmly. "The CIA is staking out your apartment?"

"Yeah, for about a month now," he said. "They're harmless and they have nothing, Sandy's been sitting on them since they set up shop. Not even sure if they want me to be honest. I'm there all the time, they've never moved in on the place."

"Well they have to, why stake out the place otherwise?"

Wo Fat shrugged and once again the two fell quiet.

"I meant it you know," he said. "They can't hide her from me forever and sooner or later she's going to annoy her way out of there… or probably void her way. Pretty sure she'd take hurting you a bit before letting someone torture her again."

Yeah, but he didn't want it to get that far. He wanted to find her before these people thought about hurting her.

"What about Sin Nombre? Can't he help?"

Wo Fat shook his head. "I called him before I came for you. He's in California, and you know… without Rowan pulling him, he's not sure he can make it in time. He's on the move though, so he'll team up with us if we still haven't found her by the time he lands."

And that made him feel better too. Between the three of them he was certain he'd find Rowan and bring her back. Because it was much easier working with Wo Fat than against him.