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A/N: Happy Wednesday Wonderful Peeps! We've got a shorter one today but next weeks might be a big one! Are you guys liking the shorter chapters, or would you prefer longer ones? Let me know in the review and I'll see you next week!

Chapter 466

Kazuya Nimoto had been grabbed out of a Meth kitchen, hauled into a Five-0 car and then dragged into the palace. Getting arrested in a meth kitchen wasn't good, getting arrested by Five-0 in a meth kitchen was about as bad as it could get.

He had been sitting in what they called an interrogation room which was essentially a little cinderblock box, with dim fluorescent lighting and a single metal chair he had been handcuffed too, for far too long. He wasn't sure if it had been a matter of minutes or hours, but it took way too long for the door to open.

When the door did open, a larger man came in. His Hawaiian shirt was blue and yellow and struggling to stay buttoned around the middle. He carried a chair similar to the one Kazuya was sitting in and was being followed by an Asian looking lady.

Her black hair was pulled into a high pony tail, a visitor's badge was pinned to the pocket of her red flannel shirt.

The larger man put the chair right beside Kazuya and then took a step back.

"Here you go, little lady," the man said ushering her to the seat. "This will be the best seat in the house, you'll get to see what he sees."

The woman sat down beside him, primly crossing her jeaned legs like she was a princess. She turned a thin smile onto him as he stared back at her confused. Why the fuck had his interrogation become a spectator sport?

"My fiancé is going to do an interrogation. I get to watch," she told him in an excited whisper.

The door opened again and a completely different woman came in. This one sporting a gun and badge so at least she was another officer. Both her and the portly man were frowning at him so he bit back the urge to ask them what the fuck was going on. In those exact words.

"Right, so this is Kazuya Nimoto? Correct?" the man asked.

Kazuya turned confused eyes to each inspector before turning back to the woman beside him. He eventually turned back to the larger man and said: "Yes?"

A grin broke out on the man's face. "Great! How you doing? I'm Captain Lou Grover," he said offering him a hand to shake. One he definitely couldn't take because his hands were cuffed. He looked at it for a bit before looking back up to this Grover man. He faked mock remorsefulness. "Oh, yeah. Sorry."

The woman beside him snickered. "It's funny cause your hands aren't available."

Kazuya turned an incredulous look onto her and Grover snapped his fingers in his face to get his attention back on him.

"Eyes here buddy. This over here is Officer Tani Rey," he said pointing at the other woman in the room with them. He said something else too, something about them being affable, which was a word he didn't know, but Kazuya wasn't listening anymore.

The door had opened and someone else had come in. A man everyone on the island knew of, was whispered about, heard horror stories of. The man was in tan chino's and an all black golf shirt. Burns scattered up his arms and heavily painted one side of his face.

Wo Fat had come in with a small table that he put down and then, as quickly as he had come in, he had walked out.

He hadn't spared any of them a single glance, Grover and Tani hadn't even glanced back at him. He turned to the Asian woman beside him. Gossip had been that Wo Fat had moved a partner onto the island, depending on who was spreading that particular rumor, the woman was either a business partner or a romantic one. If he was right, and he was guessing he was, little Miss I'm-going-to-watch-my-fiancé-do-an-interrogation, was a romantic partner. If he survived this he was going to tell EVERYONE that he knew the truth.

"So are you going to decide to cooperate?" Grover asked cutting off his musings.

Kazuya hadn't been listening which wasn't good. Guess he should just be happy that Wo Fat wasn't helping with that interrogation. But then again… why was his fiancée here to watch?

"I know my rights. I don't have to talk to either of you."

The door opened again and Wo Fat was back, his arms laden down with… things. As he laid them out on the table he realized that they were tools. A drill, cordless, that he tested. It's whirling cutting through more words he wasn't listening to. A single brass knuckle hit the table, a butterfly knife and then what seemed to be a set of surgical tools.

He left again and Kazuya turned eyes up to Grover who was just smiling. "I see you've noticed our consultant. As I already said, we're the service with a smile, the affable ones. If you don't play with us you get to play with our other form of service. Oh he'll still smile as he helps you, but he won't be as… affable. If you know what I mean."

Wo Fat came in again this time with a car battery in his arms and jumper cables draped over his shoulder like a feather boa. He put the battery on the floor attached the cables and then sparked them to make sure they worked.

They worked.

Then he was gone again.

"It looks like he's almost done setting up," Tani said. "You made a choice yet?"

Word on the island was that Wo Fat had gone straight. He was burning bridges right left and center turning people in and helping the FBI raid smuggling lines all over the states. Hawaii had mostly been left alone but they had assumed that was because his lines still ran out of there even if he wasn't technically in charge anymore.

Still if he had gone straight, Wo Fat wouldn't be allowed to torture him. He'd have to play by the rules like everyone else.

They had to be bluffing.

Wo Fat came in again, this time all he held was a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. He put it down on the table and then turned around, carefully folding his arms over his chest, his eyes boring in Kazuya. He tried to stay strong but the urge to squirm under that gaze was heavy.

"What's that for?" the woman beside him asked.

For the first time ever, Wo Fat smiled. Kazuya wasn't even sure the man knew how, but clearly he could smile for his woman.

"Well, the act of disinfecting hurts, stings enough to keep the system from going into complete shock and you don't want your guy to die from an infection before you get your info out of him."

Kazuya shook his head. "I have my rights," he said to him. "You can't do that."

Wo Fat simply shrugged. "Yeah… I don't care."

"You… we all heard you went straight. Working for the FBI now, Mr. Snitch."

Wo smiled patronizingly at him. "Yes and it's the best cover. No one expects you to do shady shit when you're trying to go straight."

Kazuya felt the blood drain from his face. Spots formed in front of his eyes, his breathing got shallow. So much for being safe.

Wo Fat turned eyes to Grover and Tani as if asking for permission. Both stepped aside and Wo took his place in front of Kazuya where Grover had been.

"I know how this is going to go. You're going to be all like I know nothing and they'll tell you that you're lying, because you are. But, you'll be uninspiring and say I'm not and they'll say we'll you better start telling us the truth because your cook, he's next door and he's singing like a bird." So far the man was right. Even he knew that was how things usually went with these kinds of cops, what he would normally say. The stuff about the cook, expected, the man had no loyalty and he knew that, not that Hideki listened to him. "Then you'll say something suave like I don't care." Also true. "And then that's when they'll bring me in. And you'll think, why do they need him? We have a cook telling us everything, about the tanks you sold off and to who. So I'm here to remind you that there are worse things than Five-0, cause they're plan is to play you against the cook. If I were them, I'd tell your boss that you stole from him."

Kazuya blinked his eyes in surprise. That hadn't been expected but he hadn't realized that was what Five-0 was after. Also, telling Hideki he had been siphoning shit off shipments was a good way to die without his hands getting dirty, but he didn't need to be in the room to do that.

"See, that's all we want. We want to know where those tanks went. And it's a big enough deal that, honestly, we won't even get to the point where I tell Hideki. What they're going to do, is tell you that if you don't talk, then you'll be left alone with me. And you'll think they're bluffing. But here's the thing. They're not. They're not bluffing. And then they'll leave you in here, and I'll do unspeakable, terrible things to you to get you to talk. And you will because if you don't, you'll die."

Sounded all a little too standard. Wo Fat was known for being creative, for coming up with things that no sane person would think about. Maybe going straight had made him a little… calmer? But then Wo Fat bent down, his face level with his, a hand resting on the back of his chair, making him feel a little more trapped than before. Kazuya swore he saw something thing, that evil in those dark brown eyes that everyone was whispering about.

"But here's the mistake you're making. You think that by answering their questions, the pain will stop. I will stop. But I won't. Cause I don't give a flying fuck about what they're looking for or what they want. All I want is to hurt someone, I want to hear them scream, I want their blood running through my fingers, I want them to beg for their lives. And today, today that's going to be you."

Beside him, the woman raised her hand. "Oh… you know… in medieval times, they used to lie them down, put a cage of rats on them, and then light one side of the cage on fire and the rats would burrow through the person to get out. You could do that."

Kazuya found himself staring at her in shock. Why the fuck was she helping? Why couldn't she just shut the fuck up?

Wo Fat, however, smiled at her softly. In a way Kazuya would have thought was possible. Like the man was proud.

"Yes that's a good one. I usually put them on their face. But I didn't have time to source rats today, so I have jumper cables and sharp objects. It's a little boring but it's a tried-and-true method that usually works."

Jian clapped her hands happily. "Can I try?"

Wo Fat opened his mouth to answer, only to be cut off by Grover. "Looks, like this man wants to make this a date night activity. You wanna go down that route or do you want to change the play?"

It was a no fucking brainer.

"Okay, okay, yeah, two of the tanks got… lost in transit. I got a better offer. But I don't know who they were, I swear."

The woman beside him whined, a long thin groan type whine like a child who had been told they couldn't play anymore.

"It's okay," Wo Fat said quickly. "He's probably lying. He probably knows exactly who he sold those tanks to."

"I swear to god I don't. The guy found me through another cook I used to do business with, Akira Morita," he said. Wo cocked an eyebrow at him and he hastily added: "I swear! No name, I got no name. But I can tell you where I dropped off the chlorine last night."

Wo Fat straightened and Grover came to stand beside him. "Right, we'll get the description, you're good to go."

Wo Fat nodded and then offered a hand out to the woman he was with. She took it right away, a pout on her face. "Aw, but then you don't get to have any fun."

"That's alright, I figured I wouldn't," Wo said with a sigh as he led her back towards the door, purposely leaving the arsenal of torture weapons out for Kazuya to be reminded of what he narrowly missed out on. "The best kind of interrogation includes a form of mental torture. And I could tell, just by the look of him, he'd crack before I even had to hit him."

He hated that Wo Fat was right. That he hadn't been able to withstand the mental warfare. Hideki would be ashamed.

"This was all so very impressive…"

He could hear her the lust in her voice and he almost shook his head. It really was true, there really was someone for everyone out there.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Con slammed the door to the McGarrett house, a frown on his face, looking for his sister.

"In the kitchen," Rowan called out before he could even ask.

"Your door was unlocked again," he said as he stormed in there. "I could have been a burglar."

Rowan said nothing to him, she hit him with a patronizing smile, and then offered him a freshly baked cookie, clearly straight from the oven. It sat on the spatula, taunting him.

"Careful, it's hot," she said as he swiped it from her.

She was making another batch of chocolate chip oatmeal and walnut cookies. They had been a crowd favourite, she now made them every other month to appease them.

He knew, however, that she now put away half the dough in the freezer, so that after the baby was there and she no longer had all the time in the world to bake, she could still make them cookies as needed. He had been helping her with that, labeling bags and holding them open as she spooned batter in. It was a nice gesture, but he kept saying that she didn't need to. They weren't going to stop loving her just because she stopped baking.

He ignored her warning and took a big bite and then immediately hissed at the pain he caused the roof of his mouth.

"I told you," she said, going back to taking the cookies off the pan to put on the cooling rack beside her. "Now, why don't you pour yourself some milk, sit down, and tell me what's bothering you."

"You're not taking your safety seriously," Con said as he moved for the fridge to get the milk. "I keep telling you, your security system isn't going to work if you don't lock the fucking doors."

He went about pouring his milk, watching Rowan plate three more cookies for him and then took his plate of cookies and glass of milk to the table.

"Your concerns have been heard and noted," she said primly as she went about setting up for a second round of cookies. Starting with pulling out a cooler pan, already lined with a baking sheet. "Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you."

He hated that Rowan just knew that that wasn't his real issue. She had portal powers, of course she wasn't worried about someone coming through her front door. She'd drop them into the ocean if they did. Something he very well knew.

Keeping his eyes on the plate before him he asked in a small voice: "Do you know where Wo and Jian went?"

"Uhm… well, I'm not one hundred percent sure because Steve hasn't told me, but the strings are saying that Steve and Adam need Wo to help them find some missing chlorine gas canisters. Jian wanted to do a ride along, so he's brought her to the Palace for the interrogation," Rowan said.

He didn't know why she phrased it like that. She had the looked at the strings, that was most likely entirely what happened. The chance that it hadn't gone down just the way she said was so small, he was confused as to why she would even acknowledge it.

"And Steve didn't just ask you, because?" Con asked, because if he was trying to hide things from her again, it was pointless seeing as she already knew.

"Steve thinks I'm stressed, so he didn't want to ask me. Went to Wo first."

Con took another bite of his cookie, still avoiding Rowan's eyes. Stewing over what he knew actually happened. Normally Wo would have texted him, asked him to stay with Rowan, or asked him to go along. He had done neither.

Con could tell the man was mad at him. He sort of knew why that was, but he didn't think it was fair. They had been avoiding one another, but Con still did his perimeter checks, making sure that Wo and Jian were alright, it was how he knew they were gone. Went to check on things and both of them were gone, as were the car.

Rowan finished with the cookies, put the next batch in the oven. Set aside a plate with two cookies for her, before moving into the cupboard. She came back with a pickle jar and a container of spray cheese.

"You okay?" she asked. "What are you thinking so hard about over there?"

Con didn't want to drag Rowan into this. She had enough to worry about with her own pregnancy, her own stupid husband, and Jian's unreasonable grudge against her.

"Nothing… just… I unno… I don't know why he didn't at least tell me where he was going."

"Maybe he forgot," she said, pausing to struggle with the pickle jar she couldn't seem to open. "Besides, he probably just wanted you to stay close to me."

Con rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I figured that, but still… normally he'd text me."

He watched Rowan struggle a bit more, wondering why she didn't just ask him to open it for her, but knew better than to try and stop her. He'd have to wait for her to ask or she'd get all pissy about being a strong independent woman.

"You should just talk to him," Rowan said, her glare on the pickle jar. "Better than being in limbo."

"Yeah, like you tried talking to Jian?"

Rowan put a hand to her still bruised cheek and rubbed at it absently. At least it had started to fade. "I didn't try talking to Jian, I tried to give her a pep talk."

"Yeah well, if I try to talk to him there's a good chance he's going to shoot me… so…"

"Oh he wouldn't shoot you," Rowan said with a scoff, straining with the pickle jar again. She groaned in frustration suddenly. "What is this super glued?"

Then before Con could stop her she had taken the jar and slammed it against the side of the table, clearly trying to break it apart.

"Rowan, stop!" he ordered standing right away. He took the jar from her and wrenched it open with one twist before handing it back to her. "There."

Rowan snatched it from him a scowl pointed in his direction. "I didn't need your help."

Con shook his head but let it go, there was no point in arguing with her anyway.

By the time he had gotten back into his seat, Rowan had already gotten a pickle out of the jar and had practically drowned in with spray cheese. He winced watching her bite into it.

"Should you be eating cheese?"

Yet another glare was shot in his direction. "Just try and take it from me. Besides it's not real cheese."

Yeah, it would be better if he just stopped commenting on what she was doing.

"So you think I should talk to him?" he asked. She nodded and he frowned. "What would I even say? I'm sorry you're being a little bitch?"

"Yeah that's probably not a good idea," Rowan said. "That might get you slapped."

Con sighed, reaching across the table to snag his own pickle out of the jar. They were quiet a moment, Rowan crunching away on spray-cheese covered pickles, he thoughtfully chewing his own. After a moment of silence, he asked: "You've looked at the strings recently, right?"

"Yeah? Why you want me to tell you where those chlorine tanks are? Or where the guys are gonna go to get use them?"

Con shook his head quickly. "No, I meant about… about what's going on with like Wo and Jian."

"Oh, uh… well I check in every now and then to see if they're okay and they seem to be, but otherwise not really. Why?"

"Because… I guess… I guess I was wondering if you knew when he was going to stop being mad at me. Or… or if there was something I could do to I unno… make him not so mad?"

At that Rowan sort of soften to him. "I don't think there's anything you can really do except apologize. I'm sure Wo knows he's being unreasonable, but he's hurt and he needs someone to be mad at. He's picked a stupid thing to be mad about, something I'm sure he understands deep-down, but grief makes people… you know… crazy. It's just easier to put that anger onto you cause he knows you'll forgive him in the end."

"More like I'll let him get away with it," Con muttered and Rowan half smiled.

"The only thing you can do is talk to him. Calmly and logically and preferably without weapons. If it helps write down the points you want to make and stick to those." At that Con snorted but the notes thing was a good idea. "Besides, I'm sure Wo will forgive you way before Jian admits she's been treating me unfairly."

"I unno, Wo's pretty petty. And he can definitely hold a grudge."

Rowan nodded to him, knowing full well that he was right. She would know firsthand seeing how deep that grudge went against McGarrett and how well that had ended.

"It'll be okay eventually, I promise. But uhmmm… if you like it to go a little quicker… I kind of have a plan. If you want to hear it that is."

Con didn't even have to think about it long. He leant forward a smirk on his lips. "Sure. Hit me with it."

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Wo's contacts had got him nothing in the way of terrorist plots. The location Kazuya had given them was a rental property. The guys he described, all non-descript white men, four of them, middle-aged all looking like dads and accountants, not hardened criminals.

They didn't need Wo after that, so he had taken Jian and left. Letting Steve and his team take over. On the drive back to the house she had asked if it bugged him, not knowing how it ended.

"Not really, my job was done," he said. "And besides, this usually goes one of three ways. 1. Steve finds his guy and I hear about it in a few days when we're forced to socialize. 2. He'll call me back when he needs me again. 3, and this is the most likely. Rowan will call me and send me down when Steve inevitably decides to do it himself and gets himself in trouble."

Jian had laughed. She was doing that more now, finding joy and happiness again. He knew better then to point it out though. He just basked in it, the little pieces of the old her falling back into places before disaster came and smashed their lives apart.

He had just parked when he felt his phone go off in his pocket. Vibrate only. There was only one contact in his phone set to vibrate no matter the mode his phone was on. When this had all started he had specifically asked Rowan to not call him unless necessary and yet here she was calling him.

Jian noticed his change in demeanor and knew right away what that was about. She frowned but didn't acknowledge it, or the elephant burning a hole in his pocket. "I'm going to start lunch… then maybe we can cuddle?"

"I'd love that… could I… can I…" he started, his phone in his hand. There was a bit of a roll of her eyes but she walked away, meaning he could answer. He waited for the door to close before doing so though.

Rowan was on her third call at that point when he picked up. He hated that he had to be so short with her, he knew it wasn't her fault, he hated that she was being so very understanding. He'd be pissed if it was her doing it to him… had been pissed when she had to limit contact because of Steve.

"I can't talk long… sorry… but can you make it quick?"

"Is Con with you?" came back at him instantly. There was an edge to her voice that worried him.

"No, he's supposed to be with you, is he not with you?"

"No… he went… he went to go do something… he's supposed to be back by now, but I don't think he's home."

"Give me a second."

Though he probably shouldn't have, he crossed the street quickly, fishing his keys out of his pocket and flipping to the one that opened Con's front door. He did a quick survey but didn't see the man.

"He's not here either. Did he tell you where he was going?" he asked as he locked the door, already heading back to Jian. Already he was mentally tallying who he could call on McGarrett's team to come sit on Rowan. They were all pretty hands on at the moment, maybe the Junior boy who was partially living with them, Wo didn't remember if he had seen him that day.

"Well… yeah. He wanted to help Steve find those canisters."

"The chlorine?" Wo asked. "Why would he want to do that?"

"I don't know, he just did. But… I think something must have gone wrong, the strings are vibrating, I can't find him and… I think… I think he might get gassed. Maybe I should call Steve…"

"Fuck! Rowan!" he cried. He took the phone away from his face and started to pace. Fuck this was bad. If she was right, this was very bad. "Okay, okay. Tell me where you sent him and I'll go and get him."

"Uhm… he went to their target… it's a building downtown. Some law firm… I think… I can text it to you" she said. "Are you sure you don't want me to call Steve. He'll be heading there anyway, right?"

"No. don't bother, the man is always five steps behind you on a good day. Can you go stay with Jian please?"

"I don't think that…"

"Rowan I don't have time for arguing, I need you to come over here right now," he snapped. He hung up on her and headed into his house, finding Jian in their kitchen getting a new batch of rice ready in their rice cooker.

"Uhm…" he started and she turned to him. She had a smile on her face but that faded when she saw the apprehension on his.

"Oh what did she do now?" she asked, a scowl appearing on her face.

"So… Con's… Con's most likely in trouble. Most likely about to die or be terribly disfigured and I'm going to have to go get him."

She stopped everything she was doing immediately, concern on her face as she approached him. "Why? What's happening?"

"He's gone after the chlorine tanks."

"Rowan told him where they were?"

"Yes."

Her eyes narrowed. "Why didn't she tell you or Steve. She had to know that you were with her husband and what the case was about."

"Rowan doesn't normally go to Steve in these instances, he… he doesn't really listen to her, thinks he knows better."

"Well that's stupid."

"I know, it's why she usually goes to me or Con. She picked Con today… not sure why, she should have just called me, but she hasn't and now I'm going to have to go… uh… rescue him…" he said.

"Of course you do…"

"Rowan's coming over." For a moment Jian stared at him as he winced. "Look, I know it's not ideal but I don't want either of you alone. Everyone on Steve's team is busy, I have to go rescue Con… I just…"

She sighed heavily. "It's fine. I'll let her in."

He kissed her cheek carefully. "Thank you," he breathed into her, allowing her to hug him, hold him close.

"You be carefully too."

"I will I promise," he said before extracting himself from her grip and rushing out the front door.

As he got to the car, Rowan came around the corner, up the driveway, a plate of cookies in her hand.

"Save me some of those," he told her as he hopped in.

"Will do. Have fun!"

He shook his head, letting Rowan wave him off as he backed out of the driveway and peeled away.