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A/N: And hello there my wonderful readers. Are you ready. This is it! Next week we start Season 8. Are you excited? I know I am! This chapter we have some fluffy moments and a confession! It's going to set the story up for some drama later on! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter 406

Steve woke up to a static twang echoing through his chest and his head.

He reached out for Rowan, and found her not in their bed where she had last been. Steve was not longer sleepy and was now wide awake.

He bolted up in bed and glanced around, just as he opened his void senses to try and locate where in the house she was, if she was in the house. If she wasn't in the house he was going to kill her when she got home… or at the very least snitch to her eldest brother as he was the only one who could lecture her and be somewhat listened to.

His sense was barely open when the distinct sound of retching hit his ears.

She was in the washroom and she was not well.

So that would be why his warning sense was tingling.

Steve got up right away, he pounded down the stairs to the kitchen for a cold can of ginger ale and then took the steps two at a time to get back to his wife. When he got into the washroom she was no longer throwing up, but she was just sitting there her head in her hands.

"You okay?" Steve asked as he came to sit down beside her, he offered her the ginger ale.

"I feel like I'm hungover but I haven't drunk a thing," she said as she went about opening the can.

He brushed her hair behind her ear, watching her carefully as if attempting to suss out the signs of whatever was causing this. Though he had a feeling he knew exactly what it was.

Once she had taken a sip of the ginger ale and he was certain the worst of it was over he pinned her with a dry, disappointed stare.

"You promised me you'd stop."

Rowan's eyes narrowed at him. "Excuse me? I can't help it if I get sick, Steven."

"We both know, that this…" he said gesturing to her and the toilet she had just been hunched over. "… was you pulling you sickness out of me. You promised me you'd stop."

Now Rowan was glaring at him. "I didn't pull anything out of you Steven. I woke up sick."

"Okay… so is this from the concussion?"

She had just had a pretty wicked concussion from bashing her head into the picnic table bench. He was just grateful that the bruise had gone away, though the scab from the cut was still poking out of her hairline.

She had said she wouldn't go to her premiere if it hadn't healed, but a week and a half later her bruise was basically gone which meant when she left next week she'd be perfectly fine to go on camera.

"It shouldn't be, I mean… they cleared me to fly, right? So I shouldn't be getting sick anymore," she admitted and Steve pinned her with a knowing stare that she turned away from.

"See. I mean… this is just the third time this has happened this week, Rowan… and if it's not from the last concussion… Come on. I'm not stupid, I know what you're like…"

"Steven…"

"No, pulling it out of me made you radioactive, just like me. We can't chance you getting sick down the line like I'm going to. And you promise me!"

"Steven!" she shouted silencing him immediately. She slammed the ginger ale down and then forced herself to her feet. "When I say I haven't been pulling from you. I mean it. You got mad I got you down to 40 percent, which wasn't very appreciative of you, and we agreed I wouldn't do anymore. And I haven't. Now I already don't feel well, so excuse me if I don't feel like dealing with your paranoia, so drop it, or I drop you in the ocean!"

Steve watched her climb over him to get away from him and back into their room and then followed.

She had been doing that a lot recently too, threatening him with the void. He didn't appreciate that much either.

"Alright, fine, so its not you pulling from me. Then you're sick and you should go to doctor."

Rowan turned another dark glare to him and he froze in place because he could already see those sparks Wo Fat was telling him about. They seemed to be dancing around the outline of her, specifically by her hands.

She had never sparked like that when angry before. He had thought her powers were done evolving, but apparently not.

"I'm fine. It's just a bug."

"You have no other signs and symptoms except vomiting," Steve said dryly.

"Not true, yesterday I was so nauseous I was out of commission for the whole day."

Now that was news to him. "Whoa, wait a second? When was that? How did I not know about that?"

"It hit me after you and Nahele left for work. I threw up, the room got all spin-ie and I slept until two. I was fine by the time you and Nahele got home."

No, see, no that wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

"Baby," he said as he followed her back towards the bed. "Why wouldn't you tell me that? Why wouldn't you call me? Or tell me when I got home? Is something really wrong, Rowan? Is that it? Is there something you're not telling me? Cause I don't see why you wouldn't mention you were that sick if there wasn't something you were trying to hide from me."

"Well I'm sorry, Steven!" Rowan sudden cried whirling around at him again. Those sparks starting to fly once more. "I'm sorry that you were too busy with your murder cases to realize I was sick. I'm sorry I felt so sick that I couldn't pick up a phone and call you. I'm sorry Hawaii is more important than me!"

Her voice had just gotten more and more shrill as she continued, to the point where it practically cracked. Steve just stood there confused.

"Why… why are you yelling at me right now? Could you stop? You're going to wake up Nahele."

"Because you're so… so… unappreciative. Of everything!" she shouted. "You're a control freak and you're selfish and… and… you're never here! I don't know why you bother coming home at all!"

She then stormed on past him and into the washroom where she slammed the door shut on him.

Steve was left standing there, wondering where the hell all of that had come from.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Sebastian Falcon-Gonzales was falling in love again.

In fact, if he wasn't so much in denial he might have admitted that he had been falling for a while.

This was a problem for two reasons.

One. He had promised himself, after he lost his wife and his son and once he turned himself into Sin Nombre and Conejo, that he would never love again.

Two. He was falling in love with his sister. His, very married, totally not interested in him in any way other then as a sibling, sister.

That was why he was putting it onto his old self. Sebastian Falcon-Gonzales could fall in love, he was a fool after all. He was human, he made mistakes, he had emotions, so it was fine for him to be feeling some kind of way because he was always feeling something. But as Con, that was unacceptable.

It was easy to draw up that metaphorical mask of his and pretend that he was the assassin who didn't have feelings. But having a Rowan in your life meant feelings were a thing.

As Con he had not one, but two siblings, both of which he cared very much for. Now he had a nephew to worry about, and his brother's girlfriend, and his sister's husband. Though he decidedly didn't care that much for his sister's husband… for obvious reasons.

As Con he wasn't allowed to love Rowan as anything more than his sister, but that hadn't stopped the feelings from growing, from being there. And honestly, they were starting to become a problem.

He had no excuse to really hate McGarrett the way he did, other then the man didn't treat her right. Didn't treat her the way Sebastian would if he could have gotten her to be with him. Rowan deserved romance, and someone who wanted to be there. Not McGarrett who ran out every time his phone rang, who seemingly knew nothing about her or how to handle her despite being the person who spent the most amount of time with her.

Since coming back from his latest job, Con had tried to keep his distance, only because he was now recognizing that his feelings were a problem. The problem was, he always found excuses to go and see Rowan.

The first day was because it was rude not to tell her that he was back after being away for a few weeks and she had invited him to dinner. Yeah, there was no way he was passing up free food. Too bad it was a family dinner where he had to play nice with McGarrett.

The second day was because she and Nahele were going to do a movie with Steve, but his work had called and now she had an extra ticket. So he had gone with them. This was doubly problematic because sitting there with the kid sort of had him daydreaming of the family he lost and how it would have looked just like this. In the shadows of that theater he could kind of pretend that it was the family he lost.

The third day he had gone over because she was bored and asked for his company.

The fourth day she thought someone was trying to break into her house—there wasn't—and she wanted his company until Steven came home. He wanted his sister to feel safe, so he had stayed.

The fifth day he was just bored, so he went over.

Now he was on the sixth day, and just like all the mornings before, he told himself he wasn't going to go over there. Today was the day he'd start giving himself the space to get over whatever was going on with him.

At least he had every intention of doing that the only problem was that he knew something was wrong. It wasn't clear danger, because if it was he'd have gotten pulled or a call by now. So, he had tried to ignore it, but she was sending her vibes out through the strings so he knew that she needed him over there.

Despite knowing he should be giving her space, so he could get over these feelings that were growing, he went over to her house. He let himself in with the key she had given him when McGarrett wasn't around and called out a Hello to her.

"I'm in the kitchen!" she called back and Con went to join her. He found her furiously baking. That wasn't good.

"Are you crying?" he asked.

She looked up to him and that answered that question. "Pancakes are in the stove, I save you like seven."

"Oh thanks," he said and then watched as she crushed up potato chips and dropped them in the batter. The batter looked like chocolate so that was an interesting choice. "Uh… what's going on with that?"

"Hmm?"

"Your mixing bowl, you put chips in it. What are you making?"

"Trash brownies," she said and when Con just stared at her with his plate of pancakes in hand she sighed. "They've got everything in them. White Chocolate chips, mini Reese's cups, potato chips, pretzels, and mini marshmallows. They will also be getting a Nutella drizzle and an Oreo on top."

"Wow… that's uh…"

Weird. He was going to say weird, but Rowan cut him off.

"It's everything I'm craving right now. I couldn't pick so I just put all of them in it," she said. "But I'm also craving pickles, so I guess those will be on the side."

That was even weirder.

"Okay, well, uh… you're crying. And baking. So that means you're upset. Do you want to tell me why?"

"I had a fight with Steven."

"Of course you did," he said as he sat down at the table. She stopped mixing her batter to turn around, she poured a cup of coffee and then hand it to him, and while that was nice of her there was a scowl on her face.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"Just that you and him fight a lot," he said because it was true. "What did you guys fight about this time?"

"He accused me of pulling his radiation poisoning out of him and making myself sick," she said.

Interesting, so she was sick again this morning too. Yesterday she had been so out of it she had slept the whole day. Con had been bored, of course, and she had given him permission to stick around. So he had done all these little jobs that she had said she wanted to do around the house, like cleaning the kitchen, mopping the floors, doing the dishes while she napped. After a while he ran out of things to do and she still wasn't well, so he had napped with her.

That had not helped with the feelings, but for those few hours they had slept together he hadn't been Con but Sebastian and it was perfectly fine to be happy to have the woman half cuddled into side. Even if she kept whispering for Steven every time her eyes open or she shifted.

You'd think, with how the void communicated between the two of them that he'd've realized that someone was wrong, but nope, he hadn't. Or if he had, he just hadn't bothered to come home until he was done work.

"Well that's pretty spot on for you, you have to admit." Rowan turned a dark glare onto him that Con purposely ignored as he shoved pancakes into his mouth. "Well it is."

"How so?"

"Well, Ro, you don't really listen to any of us. You're gonna do what you think is best regardless of what we think, especially when it comes to our wellbeing," he said and she huffed because she knew it was true. "And, as you keep reminding us, this is bound to make him really, really, sick, so it would be just like you to ignore his request and keep pulling from him."

"Yeah except I promised, I wouldn't break my promise…"

"Yes, you would," Con said and she huffed again. "If you think you're right you'll go against every single request, advice, demand and break any promise or law you come across, and you know it."

Rowan stared at him, a darkness coming over her face, very similar to the kind of look she made before she went full void. "If you're going to side with him you can get right out."

Con wasn't threatened or worried at all. "Mami what is going on with you?" he asked. "I swear, you're moodier than a teenager these days."

Rowan huffed again, her tears returning to her eyes. "I'm just worried. I'm worried about leaving, I'm worried about leaving my family…" "—I already said I'd look out for them." "… I'm worried I'm going to make a fool out of myself…" "—Impossible, you're way too amazing for that to happen." "… I'm worried Steve's gonna leave me for Catherine…"

Now wouldn't that be amazing? How long was considered a respectful wait time to swoop in on a divorcee after her husband cheats? A week? A day? An hour? Con wasn't sure he could wait more than an hour.

"Well, if he leaves you for her, then he's an even bigger idiot then I thought. And you'll be fine, and do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you're going to get custody of the kid, probably legally, if not, illegally. And you're going to have Wo and… you know me… and between the two of us I think we'll get you through the break up."

Meaning, of course, that this time he was going to pursue her properly and not let her tell him that she had feelings for McGarrett and they needed to stop. Nope, not this time.

"You guys couldn't get me through our last break up."

"Well this time will be different. You'll have Nahele. We have a great house to hide from McGarrett in, and this time if he comes after us I'll be allowed to shoot him."

"No… no… no shooting…"

"Yes shooting. If he leaves you for Catherine both of them are going to mysteriously end up dead. Maybe you'll be able to prove it was me, but the cops certainly won't."

Ro hit him with a patronizing stare and then put her wooden spoon down.

"I don't think I want this anymore."

Con narrowed his eyes are her. "Uh… alright, so what does that mean?"

She was already pulling out a box of cling wrap to put over the bowl. "I'm going to refrigerate this and make them later."

"Alright, fine, and what do you want to eat then? Cause I'm assuming you haven't yet, unless you've been snacking."

"I've been snacking, but I do want something else," she said and he nodded cause that made sense. "I kinda want soft pretzels… you know… from the mall? You wanna come with me?"

He should have said no. He needed to give himself space, he couldn't get over her if he was with her all the time. But she smiled at him in that warm way of hers, and he could see the redness of her cheeks from her tears and he found that he couldn't say no to her.

"Course I do. Is it okay if I go get my jacket?"

She nodded and he got up. Putting his half-eaten pancakes back in the oven to keep them warm.

He'd start being distant tomorrow.

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When Steve came home that day he could smell Con's cologne in the air. He shoved back the beat of worry he got, because he didn't like it when Con was alone with his wife. He couldn't explain why but he didn't quite trust him.

Okay so he could explain why, he just didn't like doing that cause it made him seem paranoid.

Con had been over every day this week so far, even going so far as to take Steve's place at the family movie night he couldn't make. Logically it made sense that Rowan would find someone else to take the ticket she had already bought him, once he had gone to work. Illogically he felt like Con was trying to replace him.

Which was silly, and everyone would tell him so.

He also didn't want to argue with his wife about it, because he could tell she was in a good mood. Her moods had been precarious recently and he just didn't want to set her off.

"Hey baby!" she called when she noticed him. "Nahele's upstairs with his dinner cause I thought me and you could have a nice dinner together, what do you think?"

Well, is she was trying to ambush him with a private talk that would be the way to go.

He must have seemed nervous because she added: "I made salmon for you," with a bit of a pout. Now that was surprising. Rowan didn't do well with preparing fish. Oh she could totally do it, she just hated the feel and the smell of fish.

The deal was he dealt with fish and she did the rest. But if she ever came around something she didn't want to touch it was up to him to deal with it.

And they were fine with that deal.

"You didn't have to do that for me," he said as he came into the kitchen. She had laid out the dinners already. Chicken for her and salmon for him. Both of them had a side of mashed potatoes and other roasted vegetables.

"I felt bad. Getting mad at you this morning, it wasn't your fault."

"Well, I shouldn't have accused you like that," he admitted because that part was at least true. "I'm just worried about you."

"I know. And I love that about you. I also am totally the person to go against all we agreed on and continue doing whatever I want so I get why your mind went there…"

"Yeah but I was feeling fine, so there wasn't anything to really pull out of me, you know? Right?" he asked and she sort of shrugged, which meant he was wrong but she didn't want to correct him. "Besides, you weren't feeling well, that wasn't the time to talk to you about it."

Rowan smiled in that small way of hers and Steve smiled back. He loved it when they talked things out like this. It made him feel like Danny was wrong and they weren't a toxic couple like he kept saying they were.

But then Rowan took a bite of her chicken and immediately gagged.

"Oh, babe, are you still not feeling well?" he asked, immediately concerned.

"No, I'm fine, I just… I don't know what I did wrong but this chicken tastes horrible!"

"Here, let me try," he said, pushing his plate away so that he could bring hers closer to him. He took a bite of the chicken and tasted fine. Like her typical barbeque chicken. When he looked up she had taken a piece of his salmon.

Like a piece of it was on her fork and heading to her mouth.

"Oh, babe… wait…" he started, and then stopped waiting for the gag, but it never came. Rowan ate the whole bite of salmon and then went for more. "Uh… what's happening?"

"I unno. But it tastes good. Did you think the chicken was okay?"

"Uh… yeah?"

"Could we switch?"

She wanted to eat his salmon? That was weird.

"Uh… I'd like at least some of my salmon, please."

Rowan immediately cut off and good chunk and offered it to him. As she dropped that onto his plate he took half of his potatoes and vegetables and pushed them onto her plate, to even it out.

"If I don't finish it I'll let you have the rest. This piece is huge!"

She tucked into the salmon and Steve found himself surprised. Rowan had always hated fish but maybe, because she was spending so much time with him, her tastes were starting to change.

It'd be nice to be able to share a shrimp or crab platter with his wife instead of Danny for once. He had a feeling Rowan wouldn't be as neurotic as to count out her half and not let Steve touch it.

But it was kind of weird that out of no where she decided she liked fish. Like… really weird. He was going to ask her about it, but it was his turn to do the dishes and Rowan had left to get Nahele's out of his room.

By the time she had come back down she told him she had worked up a completely different appetite, and they ended up going at it right there on the kitchen table. Then again that night after they went to bed. And, let's be honest here, Steve had completely forgotten to ask about her weird symptoms.

By the time he remembered she was asleep against him and he didn't want to wake her. He figured he'd ask her in the morning.

In the morning she was sick again, and Steve tried to ask her if maybe she was actually sick, sick. But since it was the salmon coming up, and she didn't like the taste of that anymore she figured that was it. She tried to eat salmon and it didn't sit well with her.

See, she still didn't like fish.

Steve wanted to bug her more, but then she wanted to have sex again and well… Steve forgot. Again.