Emma let out a small sigh as she pushed open the apartment door and was met with an annoying creaking sound. She paused when she realized she'd walked into an empty apartment.

"Swan, what's the matter?" asked Killian as he shuffled in behind her. The same pause after he said her name only made her grow tenser. He used his boot to push the door shut behind him so he wouldn't have to turn and take his eyes off Emma. He had only planned on walking her to her door before going back to his ship, but the change in her stance made him decide to stay a bit longer. His brows furrowed with worry and Emma sensed more than seen him begin to tense up.

"It's, uh - it's nothing..." her voice trailed off as she flipped on the light to the apartment that belonged to her parents, and sadly enough, to her as well.

"It's just, well; something seems sort of...off. Don't you think so?" She walked into the kitchen and began searching around.

"It all looks fine to me, love. Why don't you just get some rest?" Emma barely heard him for she was still too distracted in her search for what was wrong. Her blonde waves covered her face as she bent down to peer under the table. "Your parents are gone, and so is your boy. I'm sure you're just missing their company."

This time, Emma paused her search long enough to look up and into those beautiful blue eyes of his. "I don't know, Killian. Something seems weird tonight." She flung shut one of the cabinets she had been investigating and turned to make her way up to the loft. "I just want to check it out first. Make sure there isn't some crazy witch or something hiding under the bed," she called loudly from above. Killian walked inside further, sat down onto one of the bar stools and made himself comfortable. He was sure she just was missing her family. Since David and Mary Margaret had offered to take Henry and Neal on a camping trip, Emma had the whole place to herself for a few days; and he was sure that was why she was feeling off. But, knowing the pretty little thing wouldn't be satisfied till she finished her search, he decided to at least relax until she finished.

Killian leaned back in his seat and took a swig of rum from the flask in his jacket. He smiled to himself as he heard the clinking and banging of her rummaging around upstairs. He shook his head and called up to her "Find any monsters yet?" A wide grin covered his face as he waited for her snarky reply. But none came. He set down his flask and listened. Silence. Why had she stopped banging things now too? "Emma?" He called as he stood up and walked towards the stairs. No reply. "Emma!" He hurriedly stomped up the steps into her room.

He felt his heart begin to race and instinctively put his hand on his chest, as if trying to make sure it was still there. After the Crocodile had ripped it out, he still worried at times it wasn't there. But as it thumped loudly in his chest, beating for one woman and one woman only, he knew it was still safe. Just like how he wanted to keep Emma's.

"Swan? Where are you?" His frustrated voice rang out in the small bedroom loft. She was no where to be seen. He started to really panic when he began opening her wardrobe and looking under the desk only to find nothing. In his search he knocked over a stack of books and swore loudly. Walking over to the side of the bed that was quite close to the wall, he found her.

She lay on the floor, between the bed and the wall, hair covering her face. Killian nearly cursed for joy when he realized she was still here. "Emma? Emma, love, wake up." He gently rubbed her shoulder and she stirred slightly. He continued talking to her but when she wouldn't wake up, he decided it best to move her.

Lifting her up, he carried her over to her bed and set her down reluctantly, realizing how much he liked the feel of her in his arms. She moved her head slightly on the pillow and moved her hand to his leg. He was now sitting on the edge of the bed and the touch of her small hand on him made him begin to tear up. She was okay, just had fainted or something. He rubbed her hand that was on top of his and checked to make sure she was breathing normal and her heart sounded fine. He was no doctor, but knew that she was probably fine. She must have just had too much heat at the town meeting tonight. He decided to let her rest and if she wasn't better in the morning he would get the doctor.

Knowing he couldn't leave her alone now, he decided to get ready for the night. He went back down stairs, locked up, grabbed a pillow and blanket and marched back up the stairs. Another trip down the stairs to fetch some water for Emma made him realize how loudly his boots were on the wooden floor. Hurriedly kicking them off, he padded up the stairs again, with water in hand to give his favourite patient. She only swallowed small sips at a time, but since she still wasn't awake, he decided it was enough for now.

Witch one final glance at the now covered Emma, Killian settled down to his new sleeping quarters for the night. Even though he would choose a bed with Emma Swan over the floor any day, he knew it wouldn't be right. She trusted him and he decided that crawling into a woman's bed uninvited most likely wouldn't be her wish. He was fine with the floor though, and was soon drifting off to sleep. But it wouldn't be long until he was soon awakened...