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A/N: Happy Sunday my wonderful readers. I have no excuse, I'm not going to even try, so let's just move on. So, this was supposed to be the last chapter but it hit 19 pages and that was WAY too long so I had to split it up. At the rate we're going Season 7 (not including the summer months) is ending around the 385th chapter. Then we have a whole bunch of between episode stuff that's going to happen. And we've got some doozies coming. But I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, we have Steve being a little shit but kind of making it up and then we have some cute Nahele and Con stuff. The next chapter will be the last, of the Valentine's Day episode and we're going straight to the next one which will ALSO be a lot of fun. As always don't forget to drop a review or leave a fav or a follow and I'll see you guys tomorrow. (I swear this time, because the chapter's already done.)

Chapter 369

After annihilating Danny at volleyball, Rowan dragged Melissa off to see whether or not they had a time in the spa that all four of them could go. Steve and Danny went to the beach to cool off after that defeat, and all while he swam, he prayed that they didn't have room for them.

When they were done swimming, when they figured they'd dry off and go see how the girls faired at the hotel's in-house spa, Danny realized he had been stolen from.

Twenty-dollar sunglasses thieved from him. And the likely culprit? The frisbee kid. That's right. He was back.

He had a pair of glasses on his face that were eerily similar to the glasses that were taken off of Danny's towel.

Danny of course went straight for him, called him out, demanded his glasses back but he kid played hardball.

He started screaming for help and about how Danny was inappropriately touching him. Steve had to pull him away. They were twenty-dollar glasses, he'd buy him a new pair if he was that upset. But it wasn't about the glasses, or the amount they cost. This was about the principle and Danny's slightly wounded honor and pride.

Still, Steve managed to pull Danny away and the two of them went to meet the girls and to Steve's horror they spa had room.

And they could take them before lunch.

Great.

Rowan had been serious about getting a mani-pedi with him, and yes he had promised he'd do whatever she asked but come on. What grown man gets a mani-pedi?

He managed to bargain her down to a facial. That was still her and him at the spa together.

So, she picked one for him, Melissa picked the same one for Danny who was voluntold that he would be doing this her. He didn't even fight it. He just smiled and said he'd do anything for her and then shot a smug glare at Steve.

Yeah, he did that on purpose to make himself seem like the reasonable one.

If only the girls knew he had just made a big scene about a stupid pair of sunglasses.

But that was how Steve ended up in the Zen Zone. To get to the Zen Zone they had to take off most of their clothes, stripping down to just their undies and then putting on these soft white robes that the spa provided.

He had Rowan on one side of him and Danny on the other and Melissa on the other side of Danny. Rowan and Melissa were both getting their mani-pedis. Steve and Danny were slathered in a pink mud of sorts with cucumbers on their eyes.

The Zen Zone was for relaxing and mediating but he hadn't managed to get that point yet. Steve was trying to relax but he couldn't. He had a thing about silence, and Rowan knew that.

She should have warned their spa lady too, but she clearly hadn't because she kept telling him not to move his lips because it cracked the facial but he couldn't help it, because he couldn't stand the quiet.

"Pretty relaxing getting pampered like this, Danny, huh?" he asked. Even though his voice was soft he might as well have been screaming.

"Yeah it's amazing," he said dryly but his mind was still on the kid with the frisbee, who, might have, if Dany could prove it, have graduated to theft.

Steve wasn't sure what Danny was more upset about. That Rowan managed to hustle them all or the fact that the kid was disrespectful to him and his girlfriend and then had the nerve to steal from him.

"Relaxing," he said again but Danny didn't indulge him.

So, he hmmed as if in pleasure, then he found the need to clear his throat three times in a row.

And then when that didn't alleviate the grating need for something to take his mind off of, god who even knows, he said: "Excuse me, uh, spa lady, is there jasmine in this product?"

Look, he just really wasn't good at being quiet. Silent reading time in school had been terrible for him, his teachers and anyone around him at the time.

"Babe," Rowan said turning towards him. "You're ruining my Zen."

From the other side, Melissa pipped up: "The narration, it has to stop."

The traitor.

"Okay, sorry," he breathed out, almost so softly no one could hear him.

But that silence lasted like two seconds.

"sorry, sorry, one last question I got. Excuse me, is this good for crow's feet."

He was asking because Rowan kept trying to get him to use this moisturizer that was supposed to be good for all the crow's feet he had. The way she was worried about them, you'd think he was growing actual crows out of his face. He had a feeling, since Rowan had picked this for him, that it was going to be good for that, unless there were other lines on his face she was unhappy about.

"I'm only asking cause Ro's complained and now I'm noticing some lines…"

Rowan turned again.

"Steve, I did what you asked, we won the volleyball game you said you'd let me chose and you couldn't say no. Well this was it, I chose this, and you're ruining it. And it's like you're doing it on purpose to punish me for bringing you here and that's not fair," she hissed. "And I even conceded, I wanted mani-pedis and I let you go with a spa treatment instead. I didn't have to do that."

Aw that wasn't fair. He wasn't really doing it on purpose… okay he might have been, but only a little bit.

"You're right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll stop."

"Good, cause if you're not careful I'll make Wo give you spa etiquette lessons," she said and then settled back in her chair.

Steve fully intended to give her the silence she wanted. To not ruin the Zen Zone, to not complain like he said he wouldn't. The problem was she had just dropped a massive bomb on him and he couldn't just let it go.

Steve immediately tried to turn and blindly groped for Rowan until he found her.

"I'm sorry you shouldn't have said anything, because… I mean… did you just say spa etiquette lessons… from your brother?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry… you got… you got that man into a spa? Like… for mani-pedis or… or for what I'm doing?"

"Well, he preferred massages, but he did the occasional mask with me," she said softly and Steve struggled to keep his smile contained because every time he moved his lips, they would swipe more of this mask stuff all over him to make up for all the breakage. "And he was better behaved than you."

Oh Wow! Better behaved than him? That… okay, well they were talking about the Year of Deceit that man would do anything for Rowan to keep his own guilt from

Okay, okay, silence. He could give her silence now. He could be just as well behaved as Wo Fat, if not more.

And it wasn't Steve who disrupted the Zen Zone next.

"Okay you know what? I'm done. I can't deal with this," Danny said standing up. He then put both of the cucumbers that was supposed to be on his face into his mouth. "Maybe I'll just… uh, oh, babe, I'll see you in a little bit."

He was already up and moving, Steve had a feeling he knew where too.

"I'll catch up with you guys later," he called as he stormed out.

God he was going to go harass that kid for his glasses, Jesus, the nut job.

Steve sat up too.

"If he's leaving, can I leave too?"

With his cucumbers off he could see the surprise on Rowan's face, it also meant he could watch that surprise melt into a disappointed frown.

"You know what, fine, fine, you don't want to be here any way, so just go."

Okay, she was upset but he could make it up to her. And he would, once he corralled Danny. He got out of his seat, turned to promise that he would make it up to her and then just froze.

She looked so sad and disappointed. She wouldn't even look at him. Was this what she looked like last year too? Because if he so, he understood why Wo Fat crumbled to her for every request she made.

God, his heart… it just… it hurt.

He didn't want her to miss him two years in a row, especially since this year he was there with her.

Fuck it. Let Danny fuck up, he'd fix that mess later.

"Never mind," he said. "Sorry, spa lady, sorry, I'm gonna get back… can I eat my cucumbers too?"

She nodded moving away to get more for him as he popped his in his mouth.

He returned to his seat and then turned to his wife who had turned to watch him surprised. She opened her mouth to tell him that it was okay for him to leave but he wasn't going to let her because it wasn't true.

"I'm sorry I keep ruining this for you babe," he said. Rowan just looked at him but she didn't smile. Oh lord, he had really upset her. "We can do one more thing, okay? You get one more thing, even one that I vetoed, cause I ruined this one. What do you say?"

Now that made her smile

"And I won't say a single thing for the rest of the experience. Okay?"

Rowan nodded.

"Not gonna lie the silence is bugging me though, do you think that I could like… say a few things?"

"How about you hold my arm, not my hand cause I just got polish on it, and instead of saying something you tap morse code into my hand."

"Do you know morse code?"

"No, but you can tell me everything you wanted to say when we're out of the Zen Zone, okay?"

And he nodded, took and hold of her arm and sat back with a contented sigh as he closed his eyes. And then immediately started tapping.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

She chose couples yoga.

It was like she was trying to kill him.

She went from Zen mode, where he got to relax and rest, to Zen mode where his muscles were screaming from all the unusually positions this yoga instructor had them in.

This one was called downward dog, and it had her ass in the air, and his ass in the air. He was huffing and puffing and sweating and she looked completely natural in this position.

Though, to be fair, he swore she had done this to him in bed once. And it had been phenomenal.

"How you doing over there?" she asked softly.

"Good, fine," he panted though that wasn't true.

Usually, when it came to physical stuff, he was better at it. But this… this was ridiculous.

They moved into another position he didn't know the name of, just that it required one foot forward, one foot back like he was in a lunge and staying there, with his arms in a Y above his head.

Rowan got into the position flawlessly and without a single issue, Steve did not. Steve was so bad the instructor came over to help him get into it right. That wasn't the first time she had done that.

All through that Rowan held the position with no problem. Which was bullshit because she had the balance god gave a Mexican Jumping Bean.

When the yoga instructor went back to her own mat, she asked: "Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah," he said breathlessly.

"It seems like you're struggling a bit."

"I'm not struggling. It's awesome."

Rowan moved into the next position flawlessly and gracefully like she did when she was on the ice. Reaching a single hand back as they arched in this position.

Shit like this wasn't natural.

But she could also hold the positions, really well and for a long time. He had a feeling she was no beginner like she said she was, she had clearly done this before.

"So, is this something you'd do with Wo too?"

"No, I did Yoga with Con," she said. "He was all about keeping me in shape and limber. Wo and I did Tai Chi, it's more like really slow karate. You know… when he was around."

Those two boys did a lot with her, like all the time. In fact, the way Rowan talked it sounded like she had very little down time between all the action and the activities. It sort of sounded like they did everything they could to keep her busy and distracted.

Steve wore he heard his back crack and he winced.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked again. "Maybe we should switch up the teams?"

"There's not… there's no teams in yoga, Rowan," he said to her as he was gratefully allowed out of the lunge. They dropped down into a plank that he was not allowed to hold, and if he had he would have won at that, instead he had to put his chest to the mat and then crane back again like some odd snake pose.

He turned to look at her and saw her smiling in a patronizing way and he nodded.

"Yeah, I understand what just happened. I just see what you did there." And they were back into downward dog. Seriously, he was never going to use this again unless it was in their bedroom and it was Rowan doing it. "You're referring to the, uh, comment I made on the volleyball court. I didn't mean… I didn't mean to upset anybody. And not only did I agree to go to the spa but you got me here, and I feel like I should be forgiven by now."

"At least your boyfriend's here," Melissa said from the other side of the Steve.

True Danny had been missing for a while. Here's hoping he didn't kill that kid.

Both Rowan and Melissa had done the added leg up, bent and off to the side to the position so, you know Steve had to do it too. Especially since he had a feeling that Sin Nombre could probably do this no problem.

He was in it for three seconds before he groaned out. "I don't think I can hold this."

And then fell out of it and almost into his girlfriend. He was definitely off of his pink mat though.

"Can I… is it okay if I go baby?" he asked almost breathlessly and she smiled as she came out of her own pose.

"Yeah, it's okay."

"Good. I'm gonna go check on Danny."

"Sounds like a good idea," she said as he went about rolling up his mat. "Your concern for him must be affection your concentration and balance."

Oh haha.

Still he leant in, kissed his wife good bye and then with his flipflops in one hand a weird sot of gate from all that weird stretching, he walked away.

He might even be too sore to perform tonight. Maybe he'd just have to get her to ride him instead.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

As promised, Con gave Nahele a wide berth to work his magic on the local beach bunny girls who were clearly single and hoping to snag a cute boy at the beach.

And that was clearly Nahele because he had managed to integrate into three groups of girls over the course of the day. And he had managed to make out with one, if not all of the group at separate times, of course, and then he'd have Con extract him from the situation.

And that was exactly what he was doing for the third group Nahele had gotten tangled in.

"Hey Kid, mom says it's time to go," he called and Nahele got up out of the sand he had been sitting in.

He played off being disappointed quite well considering he had literally just texted Con to come and rescue him.

And Con had stopped pretending to be the uncle, because the girls tried to argue Nahele into staying. So, he went with dad now, so he seemed more authoritative.

But that just reminded him that he wouldn't get to do this with his own kid and his own wife which was putting a downer on his day.

That and he was spending most of his day on his own because the kid didn't want him hovering, but he couldn't find his own beach bunny because he was on watch the kid duty. Yeah, it had been a pretty boring day, but for the first time in a very long time he felt a little bit like a father again and that kinda made up for it.

When Nahele got to him, Con slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.

"Right no more beach bunny hopping, I'm officially hungry so I say we wander the board walk get some street food and then head home for the night. What do you say?"

Nahele nodded. "Yeah, sounds great. And thanks for today…"

Well at least the kid was appreciative. "Yeah, you pulled in… uh… how many I lost count."

"Uhm… eight. I made out with eight different girls today."

"Get any numbers?"

"Naw, no point, cause I'm from Hawaii and I didn't have my phone. I got them to add me on insta, so I can talk to them that way."

Wow. Kids these days. What was insta?

"We'll you've definitely picked up McGarrett's charms."

"Don't tell mom, she'll be crushed," he said. "She keeps saying that she wants me to not be like him. You know, a little heart breaker. But I think that's cause dad was casual with her for a bit when they first started out. I unno, I haven't gotten the full story. Dad hates it when she brings it up, he gets all whiny and says I was confused, Rowan. I made a mistake, I said I was sorry."

Wow he could imitate McGarrett quite well too.

And he was right, Wo Fat had relayed that story to him early on. McGarrett had fought giving Rowan the girlfriend label tooth and nail, Which, somehow, led to him choosing to be casual with Catherine because Rowan wouldn't cut Wo out of her life. The man was a fucking idiot. An idiot.

How he managed to marry her was a mystery. She should have left him ages ago. Should have found someone better. And Con should have listened to Wo Fat. He should have. Because if he had, Ro wouldn't be in her mess and Con wouldn't be in his.

But he didn't want to think about that so he turned back to Nahele who had gone awfully quiet.

"And you don't have some girl at home that you want to see instead?" Con asked. "No little girlfriend for you?"

Nahele shook his head. "Naw, I'm not looking for a girlfriend, just girls to date and spend time with. Nothing serious, you know?"

Okay, strange philosophy for a teenager to have, but whatever. It was awfully mature of him. Awful lot like McGarrett too. Man, that man was a bad influence. He hoped Nahele didn't do half the shit that his dad did when he finally does end up finding that special someone.

"Good for you, playing the field. You're 16 you got plenty of time to settle down," Con said and Nahele nodded but there was a sort hesitance about him.

"Are you sure there isn't some girl you're interested in?" Con asked.

"I mean… a little, but like… I think it's more of a can't have her situation, like I'd not want her that much if I actually got her," he said.

Yeah, Con kind of understood how that felt. The girl he had started to realize he had feelings for was already married to someone else.

But he didn't know if he was confusing what he felt for her with what he felt for Mari, they were kind of synonymous sin his mind despite being completely different people.

"Yeah I get that," he said. "Anyone I know?"

Nahele shrugged. "She's younger, she's got a boyfriend, and if I were to try, I'm pretty sure it would cause problems in my family, so I just… it's not worth it. Specially if it's just a crush you know? Or some high school fling. Plus, I value her friendship and I don't want to lose that."

Yeah, he got that too. Because if he made a move on the girl he was interested, he could lose his whole family. He'd lose Ro and, if he lost her, Wo would go with her, and so would Nahele. He couldn't lose a second family, especially since he didn't know what these feelings really were. Just that they were there.

Okay that wasn't true. He knew they were there. He had finally been forced to admit to himself that they were real and they were there and not going away like he had wanted them to.

This was a mess.

"Things with girls are always ten time more complicated then they need to be," Con said. "What you gotta figure is your feelings. If she makes you happy, you should go for it. You know? Who cares if it's just a high school thing? High school relationships can still work out. Look at your mom and dad."

"They didn't meet in high school…"

"No but they act like a couple of high schoolers," he said with a smirk.

Nahele laughed at that and Con found himself softening to the kid.

"Look, life's short. Life's too short to be worried. If she's your happy you grab onto and you don't let go. If you're really that conflicted though, then hang back. Cause nothing's worse then sending the wrong messages based off of confused feelings, you know?"

Nahele nodded solemnly. "thanks. That's good advice, Uncle Con."

"Good, now see anything you want to eat cause I'm ready to get back to the apartment and sleep."

Nahele finally went about looking for something to eat and Con sighed to himself.

It seemed him and his nephew were in the same boat. Except, chances were, things could end positively for Nahele.

Any way things went with Con's new situation would end up hurting someone. Most likely him.

"Oh, look pizza and funnel cakes! And ICEES!" he cried. Great they were going to go there. At least it looked like they had beer. "Hey Uncle Con, maybe we can get back we can play a round of Halo?"

Con nodded and then sighed. Damn he had forgotten to pick up that goddamn console.