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A/N: Hey there my wonderful readers. I'm sorry this took so long. I've been working too much, not enough time for writing. But this is it. The last of episode four and it's going to be a fun one! As always, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'll see you guys next week (hopefully).

Chapter 419

With Mogera's laptop dropped off, Aaron Wright was once again put to work. This time to crack into Mogera's hard drive to see if he could find who he sold the CI list to. Tani had been left alone in the hotel room with him, and had been alone with him for a while, actually.

Steve had told Con to go and collect a couple of their wayward CIs. Then, apparently, someone had almost killed Nahele, and Steve was trying to manage the consequences of that.

Tani knew that this was a big deal. That, yes, Steve was rightly more concerned with the fact that Kamekona, the CI they went to the most, was missing at that moment. She also knew that she was worried about what the attack on Nahele would mean in the sense that Nahele had two uncles very vested in his wellbeing.

Two uncles who happened to be criminals.

An Ex-Crime Boss and a current assassin who—when he felt like it or his sister told him to—helped Five-0 out.

He was rightfully very worried of what the two of them were going to do in the face of this attack on their nephew, but Tani had to guess that if one brother was in LA at that moment, he wouldn't have to worry about that one.

He'd just have to worry about Con.

And yes, Con was an admirable foe, but he was also Steve's brother-in-law. Couldn't he just call his wife and demand she call him off, or go meet Steve somewhere?

She had posed that question to Grover when he had called for an update. He had just laughed and said that there was no way Ro was going to do that and that part of the problem was that she was missing too.

Tani had no idea what that meant.

Did that mean that Steven McGarrett's wife was telling Con to do illegal things in name of vengeance for their son? Was she helping him?

Why couldn't Steve talk her down? Why had Steve married a woman that was just as violent and volatile as her brothers?

As a do-gooder wouldn't he have wanted to arrest her instead of marry her? I mean, he had to know who she was, who her family was before they got married.

Honestly this whole situation was just raising more questions and concerns.

She definitely had to do more research into the McGarretts and their background. She wondered if she'd get away with it though.

She had a feeling the second she started looking all of them would know and then demand to know why she was looking into them and she didn't know how that would go for her. She was already pretty sure that Rowan didn't like her, she didn't want it to get worse.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't quite realize that Aaron had been oddly silent for a little too long. He had just been sitting there staring at the computer.

He had been super annoying through all of this. Asking intrusive questions, hitting on her, or just throwing one liners at her cause he thought he was funny.

But he hadn't done that in a while.

That was weird, right?

She glanced over to him and then said: "You're awfully quiet over there."

"I'm concentrating," he said. "You want me to get this done, right?"

"How much longer?"

"Don't worry. It won't be long now."

That was a very ominous way to say that. It made her nervous. He was smirking at her too, that added to the apprehension.

It was like he knew something was going to happen, something that she wasn't in on.

Yeah she didn't like that at all.

Tani had just gotten her gun out when the door banged open. Something was thrown into the room, and she only had a few seconds to duck before the flashbang went off.

To be fair she originally thought it was a grenade, so she was grateful for the flashbang instead of the straight explosion.

After the flashbang went off, two men in ski masks came in. One went to Aaron to get him out but one went for her. Tani stood, ready to shoot the guy, but he was quicker.

She got a single round to the chest, luckily the Kevlar was in the way so it didn't kill her. It just knocked her straight down, took the air out of her lungs and put stars in front of her eyes.

By the time she was okay again, Wright was out of his cuffs and the man with the gun was standing above her.

She was about to get shot, for real this time.

"Don't," Aaron snapped and the man's gun lowered. He shot her one last smirk to her before all three of them disappeared.

Tani felt stupid, she was going to have to tell McGarrett that Aaron Wright got away from her. She had failed him.

What Tani didn't know was that they got down to the street, got to the van that these men had rented and then the back door to the van opened.

Of its own accord.

There was the man in the rabbit mask, just crouched there, a pistol in his hand.

He shot the two men with ski masks dead. Two shot, straight through the head. While he was doing that, Aaron had tried to run, and the man in the rabbit mask had let him. He simply had to aim and shot, winged Aaron, stopping him in his tracks. Got him in the back of the leg and took him down to the ground.

The man in the rabbit mask walked calmly to where Aaron was howling in pain in the middle of the street. He grabbed him by the back of the neck, much like grabbing a dog by the scruff, and then dragged him back to that van where he then threw him into the back of it.

Once Aaron landed he turned back around. That plastic white rabbit mask boring down on him, the yellow eyes behind it glaring at him.

"What did I say? Huh? Do you not remember? You do something I don't like and you weren't going to like what I did to you… yeah… well… I didn't fucking like this."

Oh he was screwed.

The last thing Aaron Wright saw was a pistol coming for his face.

But Tani didn't know that.

Yet.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

A lot had happened before Steve got the call about Wright's escape.

Grover had found Mogera long before Steve had gotten distracted. Steve had handed over the laptop to Wright himself. But while Steve was distracted, Grover had finally gotten Mogera to talk.

Turned out he was being used. Forced to take the blame for something he didn't do. Steve had also realized that Wright must have gotten the list of CIs during his first hack of Five-0's mainframe. He must have saved it for this moment.

And killing Toast was to ensure that Steve had no one else to turn to except Wright.

Steve had played right into his plan.

He had rushed to the hotel, knowing now that this was a play to get Wright out of custody so he could escape and he had left Tani there by herself.

He had been trying to wrangle his family at the time of finding this out. He couldn't get a hold of Rowan or Nahele. Con was AWOL too, which was not good, though he had found Kamekona for him like he had asked.

He had also taken the guys who had grabbed Kamekona.

Kamekona had said that he had just disappeared, which meant that the void was involved, but again, he couldn't get a hold of Rowan to ask what she was doing or where she had sent them.

He knew she was ignoring his calls, so he had called Wo hoping that he could help him, but Wo had not been helpful at all.

He just kept repeating: "Someone tried to kill my nephew today," over and over as if that explained why this was happening and why it was fine for Rowan to be going all Pierce the Destroyer with the brother who was an Assassin.

He had been on his way to his house to make Rowan talk to him, seeing as she and Nahele were not at the hospital anymore, when he got the call that this was all a trick of Wright's. He hadn't wanted to but he turned around because getting to the hotel before Tani got hurt was imperative.

And when he got there, what he found, was chaos.

Grover had beat him there, and he had a lot to tell him.

Like how Tani was fine, though they did get the drop on her. But there were two bodies in the street, and Wright was missing.

Steve had gone to look at the security cameras once he confirmed that Tani was in fact okay, just embarrassed and didn't like what he saw.

There was the van. There were the two men, same height and built as the people who had been in ski masks when they attacked Tani. Then ten minutes later they come back out, with Aaron Wright in tow.

Then the back of the truck opened up, and someone inside the van shot the two men with Wright and then Wright himself. Steve wasn't entirely too surprised when a man wearing a white rabbit mask came out of the van, grabbed Wright and then shoved him into it.

Great.

So Con had grabbed Wright and was no doubt taking him to wherever he had the others.

Grover watched the same video and then turned to him and said: "I thought we were keeping Ro out of this."

"Yeah well, that was before someone tried to kill our son today."

"Do you know what the play is?"

"Nope, but I'm guessing I'm going to have to go and ask my wife," Steve snapped. "Watch Tani, I'll call you with an update."

Then that was him driving home, flashers on and everything. He got to his house, slammed the door and then shouted for his wife on the top of his lungs.

Right away Rowan was at the railing on the second floor.

"Shhhhhh," she practically cried. "He's finally sleeping!"

"Should he even be sleeping with a head injury?" Steve asked as he moved up the stairs to get to her. "They told me to wake you up whenever you had yours…"

"Yeah, well times have changed," she snapped. "He's tired and his head is killing him. Took a half hour of singing to get him to sleep so you better not have woken him up."

"Rowan… we have a problem…"

"I know," she said with a sigh. "He's going to have to sit out the next game or two, and I don't know how to tell him, but he's going to be so upset…"

Steve glared down at his beautiful wife. She seemed so upset, so worried about Nahele and his football game, probably because she knew how much he cared about it.

His boy, quarterback just like him, wearing the old number 50 just like his dad.

Just looking at her, a black hairband keeping her hair back, in his favourite grey sweater and a pair of jean shorts. She didn't look like the person who was telling an assassin to kill a bunch of people. Four in total if Kamekona was right about the amount of people Joey Kang had with him. But he knew it was her that Con was taking orders from.

"Ro," he said sternly and she turned those luminous blue eyes up to him. "Con's been pretty active today…"

"Oh? Has he?"

"Ro, don't play dumb. I know you've sent him after the people who hurt Nahele and I know he has them. You have to tell me where they are before he kills them."

"Do I?"

"Yes, Ro, you do," he said and suddenly it wasn't the cute housewife he had before him anymore.

Those eyes of her shifted to the ice blue of the Ice queen and he knew he was looking at Pierce the Destroyer. The darkness on her face, twisting up her features into something more dangerous confirming that.

"Those men knocked out our son and then left him to blow up or burn," she growled. "They are getting what they deserve."

"Okay. Rowan. What you've done is called out a hit and if anyone figures that out, you're getting arrested and you'll never see me or your son again."

"Okay, firstly, Wo Fat wouldn't let that happen. We'd go on the run. And Nahele would be coming with me," she said. Steve bit back his frustrated groan because he knew right away that he wasn't included in that little plan. She was going to leave with her two brothers and his son and leave him behind. "And secondly, that wouldn't happen because Con would never snitch on me!"

"Rowan!" he cried. "Rowan, I know you're mad, I know you want them to suffer. But if you do this you are no better than them, and you are better. We all know you're better…"

Rowan groaned at him, which meant he was, at least, getting somewhere with her.

"Steve… they tried to kill our son. Whether they knew it was him or not, they tried to kill him today," she said. And he realized that maybe, maybe he wasn't going to get through to her. "Steve, what if that wasn't our kid? What it was any of the other servers that worked for Kamekona? You wouldn't have gotten there on time. That server would have died. If it was anyone else's baby, it wouldn't have ended as nicely, now would it? Imagine, Steve, having to tell a mother that their baby died today, because of bullshit going on with you. Huh?"

No, he wouldn't have liked that, even a little bit.

"Mom?" Nahele whispered and they both turned to where the boy was standing. He was just half out of the doorway to his room. "Mom what are you guys talking about?"

There was this big piece of gauze taped to his forehead, big bags under his eyes. He coughed a bit into a balled-up fist while his parents stared at him.

"I uh… we're just… we're just having a bit of a discussion, I'm sorry we woke you up…"

"She's right, Nahele, go back to bed…"

But Nahele didn't listen, he pushed forward. "No, you guys are arguing again. About me, right? Is something going on? Am I in danger?"

"No, you're perfectly safe…" "—Yeah, thanks to me."

"No, thanks to the brother you sent to deal with the situation," Steve growled.

"Brother?" Nahele echoed. "Does he mean Uncle Con, or Uncle Wo?"

"Uncle Con," Steve said just as Rowan said: "It doesn't matter."

"Whoa, wait a second… you sent… you sent an assassin to deal with the people who… who hurt me today?"

"Well… I didn't have to send him… he was very angry and practically volunteered…"

"I thought you weren't doing the whole The Professional, thing anymore," Nahele cried. "That's what you said. That you came back and you were going to be good."

"But I am!" Rowan cried. "It's just… these people they should have known better. They need to be taught a lesson…"

"NO!" Nahele shouted and Rowan jumped a bit. "I don't want to be the reason why someone's dead."

Steve scoffed a bit but he couldn't help but smile cause this was how he was going to get his way. By having Nahele guilt trip her.

"More like four people at this point…"

"MOM!" Nahele cried pointing his disappointed, slack-jawed look at her.

"Oh you are such a snitch," she growled but then she turned to Nahele and said: "I can call him if you want but are you sure we can't just… torture them a little while longer?"

"Mom. Call him off, now!"

Rowan rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Fine," she snapped. "But he's not going to like this." She glanced at the two of them before saying: "Phone's in my room."

"Okay," Steve said as she moved towards the room they shared. "I'll get him back to bed."

Steve put a hand out to Nahele who was already turning. He kept his hand on his son's back as he ushered him into his room. He made sure he got the boy back in bed.

"Tucked in, or no?" he asked.

"Tucked please… but like… half way…"

Nahele looked sheepish asking for that, but Steve didn't care. So he went about pulling the blanket half up his son and then smoothing it out for him so he was comfortably tucked in.

"There, how you feeling?" he asked and then paused. "No lying."

Nahele's mouth had been open, no doubt poised to lie to him, but Steve wasn't having it. Not even a little bit.

"Honestly, dad… my head really hurts."

Steve immediately put a hand to his forehead where he could feel the pounding, not even close to his wound, it was like his whole forehead was pulsing. He felt hot to the touch and he was a little sweaty.

"Did they give you anything for the pain?"

"They did," he said. "But mom said I can't take too many at a time. It's why she wanted me sleeping."

Aww, his son had been trying to sleep off the headache and he came in yelling. Poor boy.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," he whispered. "Try to get back to sleep Okay?"

"Are you gonna take mom with you?" Nahele asked. He sounded a little bit like a scared kid and Steve's heart hurt at the sound of it.

"No, no, she's going to stay here."

"And you're not going to hurt Uncle Con?"

"I could try kid, but… and don't tell anyone I said this… but that man would probably beat me up."

At that Nahele sort of laughed, this soft breathy exhale of amusement. "I won't tell anyone, promise."

Steve gently ruffled his son's hair before stepping back. He watched him roll onto his side, no doubt trying to be more comfortable to get himself back to sleep.

He carefully left the room, trying his best to be as quiet as possible, being sure to shut the door behind him. When he turned around Rowan was there, staring at him.

"He's got a fever…"

"It's the cut. All the blood's flowing to it… I'm keeping an eye on him, promise."

"No, I know that, I'm just… I'm worried…"

Rowan half smiled at him. "Welcome to parenthood."

Steve shook his head, he had been fully entrenched in parenthood for a long time, but he let her have that one.

"Did you have what I need?"

"I do," she said with a deft nod. "Location's on your phone."

Steve thanked her, moved in for a kiss. He wanted to plant one on her lips, but she deflected and got his cheek.

Fine.

So she was mad at him.

Which meant she hadn't just gotten Con's location, she had no doubt warned him that Steve was coming to stop him.

"Are they even alive?" Steve asked her.

When Rowan turned those eyes back onto him, he saw nothing but ice there. "Maybe if you're quick… some of them will still be…"

Steve almost growled at that. "You and I are going to talk about this when I get home."

Rowan just shrugged her shoulders at him as he moved for the steps. He had wasted enough time at his house. Con had one hell of a head start, and if Steve wanted to stop him from murdering everyone he was going to have to move fast.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Con had taken them to a remote piece of the jungle and, when Steve got there, he found a single trailer, probably stolen, standing amongst the tall grass, smoke pouring out of every crevice.

Steve had told everyone the location and they had all swarmed to meet him. They were all still on their way, in Grover's car. Well, him and Tani were on their way anyway.

Steve had just gotten their first.

Con was standing there, leaning against the Audi that used to be Wo's and was clearly now his. He wasn't wearing his mask, his leather jacket was laying against the hood of the car, which meant he was standing there in his black jeans and his white tee-shirt. His legs were dapperly crossed at the ankles and he was carefully puffing away on a cigarette as if he wasn't standing by a trailer that was literally ON FIRE.

In fact, he looked an awful lot like Wo Fat, but Steve didn't have time to acknowledge that at that moment.

"Oh my god, Con!" Steve cried rushing forward but not only was the man unphased he literally moved away from the car to stop Steve from getting to the trailer.

"Oh, whoa, where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to go get those people out!"

"You will do no such thing! They deserve to be in there!"

"Con!"

"No! Did these people attempt to set my nephew on fire today, or not?" Con asked and Steve sighed. Oh boy.

"Well they did…"

"So it's only fair that they too… are set on fire."

Steve stood there glaring at him.

"Come on, now, Ro told you I was coming. I know she told you I was coming to get them."

By now the others had arrived. Both Grover and Tani had gotten out to join him.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Poetic Justice," Con said to them and they all turned back to the trailer with new eyes.

Steve hating having to ask this but still he did it. "Are they on fire, or are you having them roast in the room like they would have done to Nahele?"

"Roasting them, but they're not unconscious like 'Hele was," Con said primly.

"Oh my god what is wrong with you?" Tani cried but Con wasn't the least bit phased by that either.

"People don't mess with my family, amiga."

"I'm not your friend."

"The only other option is puta which would you prefer?"

"Okay, I'm going to go get them, please, for the love of god, do not take out the new member of my team while I'm gone."

Conejo glared at him but eventually he just shrugged. "You're a buzz kill McGarrett."

Steve then took Con's jacket to use as a shield for his face and ran towards the trailer.

"You going to help him?" Tani asked.

"Probably not," Con said going back to the cigarette he had been smoking.

"Fine, then I will," Grover said, he then turned to Tani. "Keep an eye on this one, make sure he doesn't add to the fire or something."

Then he too ran off to help Steve get everyone out of the trailer.

Once they were gone and distracted Tani turned to Con. "Puta really?" she hissed.

"Hey, you wanted me to act normal and not like we're fucking… or whatever we're doing, so that's what you get," he said and she scowled at him. Probably because she didn't like that he was doing as she asked. She probably thought he wouldn't go that hard, but Con wasn't about playing nice.

He was, however, slightly worried. So while she scowled down at him, he did soften to her a bit.

"Hey, I heard what happened at the hotel. You okay?"

"You heard that huh?" Tani hissed. "Heard you were just downstairs when it happened."

"I wasn't in the lobby, if that's what you mean," Con said with a frown. "Why are you mad at me?"

"Did you know they were going to do that?"

"Course," he said. "I mean, not in time to warn you…"

"How did you find out?"

"Ro," he said. "She's psychic."

At that Tani laughed at him. "Psychic, really? You expect me to believe that?" she asked. "You sure she didn't get the info from that criminal app of hers?"

Sandy had been down for a very long time. So no, that was not where Rowan had gotten that information. But Con didn't want to tell her that.

"Either way, she told me late. I got there after it happened."

"Convenient," Tani muttered.

"Look, you can be mad all you want, but I couldn't have stopped it, even if I did warn you. And in the end… well… I got them, doesn't that count for something?" She huffed at him which meant that he had a point. So he smiled a little smugly and moved on. "Now, I do believe I asked if you were okay…"

"No, I'm not…"

"Okay, we'll you're not going to like this either. Wo texted a while back, he's gonna keep digging, but at the moment we ain't got nothing on that kid brother of yours."

Tani sighed. "Guess I should see that as a good thing."

"Right, well, last question, then I'll stop bugging you."

"Kay, shoot."

"Do you want me to come over tonight? Keep you company?"

She shot him a little smile. "Could you? I mean, will Rowan needed you?"

Con glanced back to where Steve and Grover had finally gotten the rest of the people out of the trailer and were looking them over, trying to see who was alive and who wasn't.

"I mean, she's gonna be arguing with McGarrett tonight, but she can hold her own," he whispered.

But even Tani could see the worry there, and she knew, if things got really bad, if Rowan called him, he'd leave her without a second thought.

Why not? He had done it before.

One morning she had woken up alone in his own room. He had just left her there to go across the street to check in on Rowan and Nahele because Ro had sent a cryptic text. It turned out to be a miss-text that she had sent by accident while fumbling with her phone, but he still went.

And then stayed over there for breakfast.

Yes he brought her back pancakes, and they were amazing, but still. That situation had seemed weird to her.

"I'd like it if you could come over," she whispered and without even looking at her Con nodded.

She knew that meant he'd come over but she couldn't help but feel like, even when she had his full attention, she was still second best.

She didn't want to feel jealous of the sister he loved best, but the more time she spent with him, the more she realized that he would drop her for Rowan in a heartbeat.

And she hated that feeling, even if she understood it.

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Steve was livid.

He had left the paperwork for tomorrow because, honestly, he had no idea how to explain how this happened. He just knew that he was going to have to lie a lot. Like, a lot, a lot.

He would have slammed the door shut to his house, but he knew Nahele was sleeping still. Rowan had been keeping him updated as Steve dealt with the aftermath of another Professional situation of her creation.

Instead, when he got home, he shut the door and immediately went looking for his wife. Though, it wasn't hard to find her. She was in the kitchen doing the dishes.

Which wasn't fair cause it was his turn and she knew it.

He just hadn't had time to do them, and Nahele was out cold still, and she no doubt felt like she had to do them.

"Hey," she whispered as he came into the kitchen. "Nahele's still asleep. Eddie's on his bed. I got both to eat."

That was good. That was all good. But Steve was angry and she needed to know why.

"Joey Kang is dead."

He was hoping that the revelation would shock her. It had shocked him. Pulling him out of the fire to find out that he had been lacerated. Two swift cuts to his bicep. He had bled out in minutes.

But Rowan didn't seem surprised. She didn't even bother to turn around to face him. "Yes. I know."

"Rowan…"

"He wasn't the mastermind, of course, that was Aaron, but uh… he was the one who decided to torch Nahele and well… I couldn't let that stand, now could I?"

Yes, yes she could have. She could have let Steve deal with it. Why the hell did she always have to get her criminal brothers involved? Why did she always immediately go the illegal violent route?

"What you did today was reckless… it was stupid… it was… Ro it was criminal. You literally hired a hit."

"Someone knocked our son unconscious and then set the truck on fire," she said, her voice strained and cold. She had finally turned around to face him and he didn't like what he saw there. "Steve, they're lucky I didn't go there myself."

"Rowan… you can't… you can't keep doing this," he said. "I can't keep covering these situations for you… I can't keep covering for your brothers. You… you really have to stop. You can't fly off the handle at every situation."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, hit him with a little scoff and then turned back to the dishes. "You are one to talk Steve. We both know if you had gotten there first you would have pounded Joey Kang yourself, probably within an inch of death. And if Nahele had died, you'd've called Wo Fat yourself… to get help with the revenge."

To be fair. She probably had a point.

If their son had died today, it wouldn't have been Rowan they would have had to worry about. It would have been him.

He probably would have teamed up with both brothers to get revenge if Nahele had blown up in that truck today.

"We don't know that for sure," he said instead. "Uh… by the way, Wo didn't seem too pleased about the whole situation when I talked to him…"

"Yeah," Ro said softly. "He's not happy. He's talking to Con about booting up Sandy again. See if we can get her as an alert option. Have her follow our people around, report back any problems, pop up an Alert on bad guys' phones if they're fucking with someone I'd care about."

"That would be nice," he murmured and then he paused to think a bit before turning back to his wife. "Does Wo Fat help? In the version where I have to call him for help, does he?"

Rowan turned back to him. "Course. He'd've flown out the second you called."

The thought that Wo Fat would have come out for him the second he called for help kind of warmed his soul a bit. Sure he'd say that he did it to avenge Nahele, his nephew, as he was the one Wo Fat no doubt really cared about, but still, it was nice to think he could count on Wo Fat for help if he needed it.

"Right, well, move over," he said. "I'm going to finish these dishes."

He had to nudge her out of the way to get at the sink but eventually she moved over. She went about drying her hands and Steve tucked into the dishes.

"What are the chances of you getting dinner up and ready for me for when I'm done, and then… we can sit and just digest."

"To be honest," she said. "I really just want to wash this whole day away… you know?"

He did. He did know. Because he felt the same way.

"So maybe, maybe after dinner, we can go… shower?"

Steve glanced to his wife and found her standing there a suggestive smirk on her face and he knew exactly the kind of activities that were going to be going on in that shower.

"I'm gonna hold you to that Mrs. McGarrett," he whispered.

She leant in to kiss him and it took all his willpower not to grab her and then pull her up to the shower right then and there.

Instead he let her go so he could get the dishes done quickly and she could get his dinner out of the stove. Because he knew she had made one for him, she always did, even when she was mad and he didn't deserve it.

He was willing to pretend that this was any normal domestic night with his family and he wouldn't have to worry about all the lies he had to start spinning until tomorrow.