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A/N: Hello my wonderful readers! I actually managed to finish a chapter and a half this week, which means in a few days I'll have another chapter to post for you! Isn't that exciting? I know you guys are probably missing the Five-0 gang back in Hawaii and I swear they're coming back. It's either 2 chapters after this or 1, not entirely sure, but they are back really soon. Until then, how are we liking the new stuff? We're way past half way on this whole season 6 nightmare which means the season 7 where you get everything you're looking for is coming up REALLY soon? Is everyone excited? I know I am. Don't forget to leave a review and I'll see you when the next chapter is edited and ready to go up.

Chapter 260

They had slept together. Rowan and Roman slept together, and she made the terrible mistake of doing so in her hotel room, where Conejo could "accidentally" walk in. Conejo took that information straight to Wo Fat and Wo Fat and Conejo immediately switched places. He no longer trusted Rowan and her judgement, thought her past with the Stepanovs to be clouding her judgement.

It was actually a good thing that they had switched places because Conejo managed to interrupt an attempt on Trevor's life. He took out the three men that had snuck into the apartment and then put all three of their bodies into garbage bags and into the dumpster outside the building. Rowan had asked if that was… obviously, but Conejo had just shrugged, they were in garbage bags, unless the bodies spilled out, which they shouldn't, they would lay undiscovered in a garbage fill until they rotted away.

Morbid but it wasn't like Rowan could argue.

When it came to the actual heist, Rowan got Conejo back, while Wo Fat dealt with Trevor. They had a whole plan, an entire plan hinging on how well she could use her powers. That's all and that was scary, because she wasn't certain she had a strong enough hold on her powers to pull this off. She had been putting on a confident front, but she knew her brothers could see through it. See through it and to her nervousness.

They hadn't said anything though, which meant if they had a backup plan, they hadn't let her in on it. Which was probably wise, she had been an anxious mess the second Irina made her presence known. She had been watching Rowan like a hawk, had even made her go on another ride along, made sure that she really knew the route. That was an hour and half in a small car just her and Irina. She played off that she was fine but she had nightmares that night. So, she was very grateful that she had Wo Fat, cause he always made her feel safe when she had a nightmare.

It wasn't that Irina was imposing, or that Rowan didn't think she could take her, but the girl brought back memories she wasn't comfortable with. Red haze type memories.

On the day of the heist she was ready, ready to sit in the car and wait for the fireworks to hit.

Problem was, Irina had another idea.

"We're down a person so we're changing up the plan. You. You're coming in."

Rowan blanked at the announcement because she couldn't figure out who she was talking to. It took a while but after a momentary pause she said: "Wait… me?"

"Yes you, I'm looking at you, aren't I?"

Rowan half scoffed. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Well… you're so good right? You're the higher-level criminal than us…"

"Yes, by sophistication alone. If me and my crew were running this, they wouldn't know we were there! We definitely wouldn't be going in guns blazing."

Now it was Irina's turn to scoff. "Yeah sure. You're coming in. No Negotiations."

Rowan glared at her. "And where are you going to be?" she snapped as it was clear that the girl wasn't packing up her stuff.

"I'm staying here. Both my brother and father have appointed me the person in charge so I will be running point…"

"Ah… I see. So, you're going to be a coward. Staying safely out of danger… and sending us instead… like your personal cannon fodder."

Irina rounded on her but Rowan refused to flinch, but instead stood her ground and let Irina get into her face. The girl was all together too close, her nose basically touching hers but Rowan refused to move.

"If you fuck this up, we're going destroy you."

"If you fuck this up, you'll get a lovely introduction to my brothers, and trust me, you won't like that."

Irina huffed at her but whirled away, and Rowan feigned needing a washroom break so she could heave out her worries in peace and away from prying eyes. Once Rowan had her breathing and panic under control and assessed her options.

Well… this change in the plan put a very large dent into the plan Wo Fat had carefully concocted and she had no way of telling them either. She had already thrown them to where they needed to be, they hadn't taken their phones with them for that specific reasons. Dear god this was gonna be a cluster fuck.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

It was a gamble to not have the car on the ready when they got out of the bank, but it was Irina's plan to throw this girl off. She still didn't trust her. The girl with Trevor's eyes, with an iciness so cold in them that gave Irina the shivers.

And it definitely didn't help that she had slept with him. It was like the second Irina found that out, whatever trust she had in Professional went straight out of the window.

And it did unnerve her, this change in plan. They could all tell. But even though she didn't want to, she stopped arguing and agreed. They parked the car behind the bank, planning to go out the side door to their escape. She had taken the ski mask he had brought for her, but none of the crew pulled it over their heads until they were in the bank.

Once the bank was under their control, two of his men stayed out front with the door locked and the bystanders on the floor. Roman took Professional and two other guys to the vault with him, to help offload all the cash they were about to grab. He was strong but not strong enough to grab all those stacks of hundos that were waiting for them.

The problem was, when they opened the vault doors someone was already waiting for them. Two someones.

Two men in white plastic masks. Both white Rabbits. One shorter than the other, both in leather jackets and dark jeans. The second the doors opened they fired, taking out the two crew who had gone in first. Roman was quicker and faster. He saw white plastic and immediately grabbed the Professional and put his gun to her head. Like he figured it had the two Rabbit men ceasing fire.

So this was Sin Nombre, and probably her eldest brother, the one she said to worry about. Well he wasn't a worry now, not when he wouldn't move if Professional was in danger.

He backed himself out of the vault, using the Professional as a human shield, he figured if she got shot it would serve her right. Serve them all right.

Once he was out, he slammed the vault door shut on the two of them, he'd let the cops deal with them. He was going to deal with the Professional.

"You back stabbing bitch!" he snarled into her ear.

It took a strong arm and that gun pressed to her side but he managed to force her back to the main lobby to collect the other crew. He gave them a brief explanation as to why they didn't have the money with them.

He pulled out his phone to see a text from Irina, cops called to the location. They'd have to go now. He herded his crew to the side door, dragging the Professional with him.

"You're going to get us out of this and then we're going to discuss your betrayal."

Professional said nothing, she was awfully calm for someone who was essentially about to die. She got into the driver's seat and got out on the street, not two seconds later, despite her driving normally the cops appeared in their rear-view mirror. Roman had been texting Irina the situation, but when the cops showed up he ignored all incoming texts from her for clarification to turn his gun onto the Professional.

"Loose em!" he ordered but the Professional was already speeding up.

"Are you sure you want to do this?' she asked him. Was she asking if he wanted to run from the cops? Because yes, he was 100% certain that he wanted her to outrun the cops. "Cause this course of action is gonna get you killed. It might be safer for you to go to Jail."

Roman found himself laughing. The Professional took the car through a quick turn, so fast and jarring that he slammed against the window.

"There's no outrunning your death," he snapped. "Your brothers are locked in a safe and the cops will deal with them. By the time the get out it will be too late to try and save you, you'll be dead."

"Unfortunate," the Professional said. They were nearing drop point, all they needed to do was get to the warehouse and switch out for the regular car. "I see no other way out of this. I so terribly wanted to avoid doing this again."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

But the Professional didn't answer, she jerked the handbrake up and then slammed the car into a drift, but the wheels weren't turning and the road wasn't smooth enough to drift.

Just before they started to roll there was a hiss of hot electric static and he swore that the Bitch was no longer in the car but that was impossible, and he didn't have time to actually double check. All he could focus on was the blur as the car flipped and rolled, the scream of metal as it crunched against the cement. The crushing pain as the car dented and compounded upon itself and the eventually silent darkness that took him over.

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The Vault door closed and both Wo Fat and Conejo paused. Well… well… that wasn't good now was it?

Conejo turned to him. "So uh… what do we do now?"

Wo Fat paused. Yeah he had no idea. Rowan wasn't supposed to be in the bank. If he had to make an educated guess, it was clear that the plan had changed, Irina must have switched it up on them, and they didn't have their phones so she wouldn't have been able to warn them. Wonderful. But there wasn't much he could do locked into a bank vault. A bank vault that they only managed to get into because Rowan threw them there with her powers.

"Uh… I don't know."

To distract himself he started putting the money into the bags they brought, it was habit, they didn't need it, they weren't there for it. He just needed to keep his hands busy while he thought of something to get them out of this. After a moment Conejo joined him, packing his own bag.

"Okay so we're stuck in here…"

"Looks like it."

"And we have no plan for how to get out… right?"

"Well we don't have the teleportation powers, now do we?"

"Okay don't get snippy at me. This wasn't my idea. We should have just shot them in the first place!"

"Yes, except Rowan did want to do that. And, as I keep reminding you, Victor Stepanov is a petty man and we have enough people after us!"

"Well that's not going to matter now! Not when we're locked in here, and she's out there with Russian psychos who are definitely going to kill her now that they know she set them up to get murdered!"

"Okay shut up, shut up, I just need to think!"

"Need to think?! We look like robbers. Bad Robbers! I have never been caught before, people aren't supposed to know my face!"

"For the love of god! Shut up! Shut up Con!"

There was a sudden crackle and in a violent pop a body suddenly collided into Wo Fat and slammed him across the vault and into the wall. For a few second the world disappeared in a white haze of static and ringing.

When he finally managed to clear his head and regain his vision he had Conejo hovering over him. "Holy shit, you okay?"

Wo Fat managed to croak out an: "I'm fine," but Conejo wasn't talking to him.

He pulled Rowan up into his arms and off of Wo Fat who was loathe to let her go after being so worried about her in the first place. Even if he was in pain.

Rowan let out a breathless: "Yeah, uh… let's go."

She moved away, grounded her self and the brought her hands forward. It was a familiar motion and usually it opened a portal to wherever she was thinking, but this time a portal didn't open. Rowan blinked her eyes, and she tried again. Still nothing.

Rowan couldn't get a portal to open. She just stood there shaking her hands back and forth trying to get it opened, getting more and more frantic when each and every portal failed.

Wo Fat grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to him. "Rowan. Rowan, breathe."

She stared at him, her breathing rapid and shallow, she was panicked and he got it. She had been through something traumatic, but she also needed to get them out of this vault.

Together the two of them took breaths and when she was ready she turned, grounded herself and brought her hands forward. That time she got the portal open that time. Wo Fat ushered her in first and then he pushed Conejo and his own bag through, and he followed.

After the portal closed and the bags were dropped on their hotel room floor everyone let out their breaths and then collapsed to the couch.

"This was not worth the trouble," Wo Fat growled.

Conejo seconded that with a weak: agreed, while Rowan stayed silent. He shouldn't have kept going but he had been sacred again and he hated being scared for Rowan. He did like being scared for someone other than him and Rowan had already been through so much.

"This was the worst idea we ever had. I am never letting you talk me into something so stupid ever again."

"Okay."

It was all she said. Just this airy little word. No protesting, no argument, no praise for actually pulling things together today and walking out of a bank with more than a couple mil in hundred-dollar bills. But when she just sat there, silent and unmoving both Conejo and Wo Fat turned to her.

"Whoa, are you okay?"

Rowan turned to Conejo hit him with a shaky smile and said: "Yeah."

Lies. Wo Fat stood immediately, only to cross to where she was sitting on the couch to kneel in front of her. He only had to offer his hands up for Rowan to put hers into his.

"What's going on? Are you hurt?"

Rowan shook her head but he knew that wasn't true. It may not be physical but maybe something mental, she was dealing with a lot and he knew she couldn't call her usual shrink either.

"Don't bottle things up," he found himself whispering. "She said It wasn't good for you, so please, please tell me. I'll help you, I'll try to help you, you just gotta tell me."

"I… I crashed the car."

Wo Fat took that in and then turned to Conejo who was just sitting there staring at them.

"Okay… were you… in the car at the time? Or did you…"

"I flipped us… same spot, same maneuver… but I got out… I jumped… and… I… I…"

Ah so that was how she crashed into him, she had lost her bearings in the jump. "It's okay, it's okay," Wo Fat whispered. "You... you had no choice…"

"I always thought that… if I had another chance… I wouldn't… but I… I'm still that monster…"

"Hey! No! No, you are not a monster. You were painted into a corner, just like the first time. But unlike the last time you had a choice, to live or to die and you chose to live. You jumped out of that car, you didn't go down in a car crash like last time."

"I left them to die."

"And what do you think he would have done to you?" he asked. "He was going to take you back to his sister and she was going to finish what she started in Ireland in another reality and I wouldn't have been able to help you. You did what you had to do. You always do what you have to do, but that doesn't make you a monster. And… and that's because we both know if given the opportunity you would have just tucked and rolled out of that car."

"I mean you probably would have rolled into something…"

Rowan smiled at Conejo as Wo Fat nodded. It was true, Rowan could tuck and roll well, but she usually hit something, like a tree, or a wall, or the one time she tucked and rolled right into Conejo. Still don't know how he didn't see her coming though.

"See, what you don't seem to get, Rowan, is that a monster is someone who does the things you do because they want to. It's their first option. With you it your last, and why? Because you, are not a monster."

"Though I would like to smack the person who gave you this monster obsession, was it McGarrett did he call you a monster?"

Rowan shook her head. "No. It was my mom."

Both boys went quiet at that, for a moment they could only stare at her, unsure how to proceed. But Conejo recovered quicker than Wo Fat.

"What the hell is wrong with your family!"

It was a fair question. Wo Fat asked himself that a lot when she let thing slip. Maybe it was for the better that Rowan was in this reality. She needed a real family, someone who wanted her, who loved her, and who wouldn't fucking call her a monster.

"I have to concur. Your family is a piece of work. It's a wonder you're not a complete psychopath, sort of sounds like your family…"

"Destroyed a perfectly good girl's self esteem?"

"I mean I wasn't going to be that harsh about it…"

Rowan's eyes stayed on their hands, her smaller hands encased in Wo Fat's rough burned and scarred hands. This was a good girl, an utterly and completely broken girl and it was his job to take care of her now.

"Okay, you know what, we need to go. We're gonna pack everything up and then head out. I'm gonna make some calls see where we can lay low until further notice. Can you pack too or do you want Conejo to do it for you?"

"No, I can do it," she whispered getting up. As soon as she was in her room, Wo Fat turned to Conejo. "Pack and keep an eye on her?"

"Obviously."

Wo Fat simply pulled out his phone. He needed to make some sort of plan and he needed it now. He'd deal with Rowan's instability later.

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When Trevor went to bed the night before, Con was still with him, sitting on that couch watching TV and scarfing down a whole pizza to himself like he was starving. Oz had disappeared a night ago, and Con had appeared in his place. Rowan's other brother, was immediately much more likeable. He talked more, was much more sociable but just like Oz he had a dangerous over tone. Like when he took off his leather jacket, it was revealed that he had holsters on either side of his chest, both with real guns in them.

Though Con smiled and laughed and joked with him, Trevor knew he was just as dangerous as Oz, so he didn't try anything. And he stayed out of his way when the three men broke into the apartment to try and kill him. Con took all three of them out with minimal effort and not a single weapon on hand. Man was like a terminator.

The differences between Oz and Con were many, and not just in nationality either. But they had one thing in common and that was their tight lipped-ness on the subject of Rowan. They did agree that this was her idea, and that she had decided that they were going to save him so Con was to stick around and make sure that he was okay until she had everything sorted out. So Trevor was very surprised when he woke and not only was there someone knocking on the door intently, not only was there a brown envelope filled with papers in his hand, but Con was gone.

As he walked through his apartment to answer the door, he looked into the package that was left for him. It was filled with papers, and the gun he thought he hid, and pictures and blue prints with notes and a receipt pad he didn't quite recognize that said For Fox's sake.

When he opened the door he was immediately stunned. Because the man at his front door was stunning. This black haired, green eyed Adonis in a blue suit looking all sorts of fine. He stared at him carefully his mouth open, his heart leaping up to his throat. It was a good thing he had opened up the door without a shirt on.

He recovered from the initial shock of opening the door to someone that hot and grinned happily at the man. "Hello, sorry I don't remember ordering a steamy delivery of…."

Before he could even finish the pick up line the man snatched the package up and brushed past Trevor and into his apartment.

"This is mine," he said.

"Okay… uh…" Maybe Trevor had since Oz's appearance which was shortly followed by Con's, used to random strange guys in his apartment because he was totally unphased by this. "Who are you?"

"Malcolm Garbo. CSIS."

He flashed a badge and everything, but it was so fast and this guy was so hot that his mind was still struggling to catch up. "What?"

"Canadian Security Intelligence Service."

Trevor had no idea that Canada had a version of the CIA. He always figured that Canada was just too nice and chill to need that kind of stuff. He also kind of wondered if this was a branch of the Mounties… and then he started picturing that man in a Mountie costume.

"Uh…"

"You seem very, very confused. Were you unaware that someone called us?"

No he was not aware of any phone call though he was starting to assume that Oz had something to do with this.

"We got a call two days ago. Someone calling herself Professional. Named you as a witness, said you had all the evidence," he said shaking the envelope at Trevor. "So that would be you. Trevor Pierce. Accomplice to the Stepanov's heist crew. With a bag of evidence to put them away… or well… an envelope."

Oh my god, what the hell had they done?

"I uh… uhm…"

"You are Trevor Pierce, right?"

"No I am… but uh… I was just…"

Malcolm reached out took a hold of his arm and turned it until the brand was visible to them both. The mark of the Stepanovs. Trevor hated that arm, hated looking at it which was why he usually wore long sleeves.

"You wanna try that again?"

Trevor soghed. "I owe them money. Okay. It was either I help with the heists or they cut me up into little pieces and mail me back to my parents. I didn't want to. Okay? They made me!"

Malcolm nodded again. "Well, we can figure all of that out later. Right now I have to take you into protective custody."

"What why?"

"Because Roman went and got himself killed fleeing from the scene of the latest heist. Victor's calling for your blood and whoever the Professional is. So where is she? I gotta take her in too."

He looked around the small apartment but he wasn't going to find the Professional. That must have been Rowan. And if Con was gone, then he had taken her too, probably to keep her safe.

So much for properly meeting his sister.

"She's not here. She's probably gone," he told him. "Her brothers would have taken her."

"She has brothers?"

"Yeah criminal brothers. Trust me, she'll be fine."

"Alright, pack the essentials, I wanna get you to the station for briefing, we'll see how useful you are there and then we'll discuss your protection."

Trevor knew better than to argue so he left to do as the really hot CSIS agent said. Was it bad that he was hoping that Malcolm would be the agent that also kept him…safe? Damn to be wrapped up in those muscular arms Trevor was certain he'd feel hella safe. But it was while he was packing that he realized that his book with the song notes and the screen play for his musical was missing. Now why the hell would Oz or Con have taken that? Unless Rowan needed it for some reason, but why would she?

God this experience hadn't answered any questions, it had just raised more.