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This is the sequel to "Always Find Each Other," I hope everyone enjoys it! ~ XOXO MAS
Chapter One
Storybrooke, Maine
Twenty-eight year old Emma Swan stretched and rolled over, pulling her arms over her head as the sheet pooled around her waist, she twisted until she heard the satisfying crack of her back. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and reached over to pick up her ringing phone, "It's Saturday morning, David. Saturday morning on my day off."
"Sorry, Emma, missing hikers. A huge group, they came down from Portland. I'm calling you and Killian into the station today."
Emma let out a loud whine, "David."
"Not gonna work this morning, Swan. Be her in the next thirty minutes. Oh, and I gave Jones a five minute head start." He taunted.
"You owe me a bear claw." Emma muttered before hanging up and throwing the covers back. Padding across her small bedroom, she threw open her closet door and grabbed a sweater and pair of jeans with her boots.
Twenty minutes later, she pushed the door to the Sheriff's Station open. "Did I beat Jones?"
"Not by a long shot, darling, but nice try." Emma looked to her right and her green eyes flashed over to the other deputy, his black boots propped up on her desk as he winked at her.
"You're intolerable." She muttered shoving his feet off of the top and brushing away the dirt that was left there.
"And you, Swan, are insufferably irresistible." He leered at her.
"Knock it off you two." David rolled his eyes. Sheriff David Nolan, who was about twice their age, shook his head affectionately at his two deputies and their quarrelsome antics.
"Okay, so are we heading out?" Emma asked.
David Nolan handed her a walkie talkie and a map with the general area of the hikers marked. "You two have fun and try not to kill each other. I'm headed to the library. Belle called and said someone broke in last night." He glanced between his two deputies. "Try to behave." He sighed before he left the station.
"Well, Swan, what do you say we hit the trails." Killian stood up, "Oh, and I brought you this." He brandished a to-go cup from Granny's, "Extra cinnamon and whipped cream." He winked at her.
Emma tried to bite back a smile, finally caving and rolling her eyes, "Come on, Romeo, we have missing hikers to find." She turned to the door with a sigh.
"Oh, come now, Swan. Are you honestly telling me that spending your day off with me is the worst thing in the world?" He threw his arm over her shoulder. "I mean what would you be doing today if you weren't spending time with me and our missing friends?"
"Well for one I'd still be in bed." She muttered, shucking his leather clad arm off her shoulders as she moved to the passenger side of the patrol car.
"Oh, in bed." Killian slid in next to her, his gaze sweeping over her seductively. Emma found she had to force herself not to squirm in her seat at his open perusal, "Wearing what exactly? And were there any," he paused as he started the car and backed up, "activities involved?"
Emma was about to roll her eyes, but she decided to play along, "Nothing but my fingers." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Bloody hell, Swan, it's bad form to tease a man." He muttered.
Emma chuckled and took a sip of her hot cocoa, "It's bad form to ask inappropriate questions of your colleagues." She mocked.
Killian snorted as they stopped the patrol car by the woods, "You have the walkie so we can get an ambulance here if we need to?" He asked.
Emma tucked her phone in her pocket, "Yeah and I texted Vic to let him know we may be bringing in a mass amount of hikers."
"Vic?" Killian quirked an eyebrow up, "Don't tell me you're taking up," he paused, "relations with the good doctor."
Emma snorted, "Wow, you think that low of me that I'd hook up with the local man whore?"
"On the contrary, Swan, I think you're too good for him." Killian held back a branch for her.
Emma flushed and ducked under the branch, "I hope you're not fishing for compliments, Jones."
Killian studied her for a moment, "Not at all, Swan." He paused, "You didn't get many compliments growing up, did you?"
Emma frowned and thought about it, "I don't know. Don't really remember I guess."
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Boston, Massachusetts
Ten-year old Henry Jones tucked his storybook into his backpack and zipped it up, throwing it over his shoulder, he slid the window opened quietly and tossed the tied together sheets down. "Okay, Av," he glanced down at his six-year old sister, "just follow me down and hang on tight. I'll be there to catch you." Ava's blue eyes skimmed the tree and the sheets nervously, the memory of falling out of a tree that was tall like this one was flashing vividly in her mind. "You'll be fine, I promise." Henry assured her.
"I know, you're sure you know where they are this time, right?" She asked quietly, her voice wavering.
"I promise, Ava, I know where they are." He pulled her into a hug. Two years of searching and dead ends and he finally knew where their parents were. And he was determined to get them home to them and out of this bizarre world they suddenly found themselves in two years ago.
"You know they'll just find you, right?" Henry and Ava turned at the voice behind him. One of the older kids who was standing in the doorway, ankles crossed and arms over his chest.
"Not worried about it. I know where our parents are." Henry sighed, "Just don't tell them. Give us a couple of hours to get on a bus." He asked.
The older boy shrugged, "Suits me." He turned, "See you when you inevitably fail." He called out. Rolling his eyes, Henry tied off the end of the sheet rope and started the slow climb down.
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Storybrooke, Maine
"They're all going to be fine." Dr. Victor Whale stood by the nurses' station writing on a clipboard. "We're going to keep them on IV drips for the dehydration, but no one was severely injured. Just severely stupid." He shook his blonde head, "Nothing new there, though. We all know tourists don't know anything."
"Are you sure?" Killian asked, glancing down at Emma who was busy typing out a text on her phone to David to give him an update.
"Are you questioning my ability to do my job properly, deputy?" Whale snapped.
"No he's not," Emma stuck her phone in her pocket and shoved Killian's ribs lightly, "it's just been a long morning." She ran a hand through her hair, "You know where to find us if you need anything." Tugging on Killian's arm she said, "Come on Jones, let's go patrol Granny's for grilled cheese. I'm hungry."
Killian's eyes narrowed at the way Victor's gaze lingered on Emma's ass as she walked towards the door, "Fine." He grumbled, following her out.
"You know you don't have to be a jerk to him. He's not a bad guy." Emma zipped up her jacket as she threw open the door to the patrol car. "And he's good at his job. And he's sticking around, that's what we need with people like that coming into town and nearly getting themselves killed."
"It sounds like you do like him a bit, Swan." Killian pointed out.
"Why do you even care, Jones?" She snapped back. She sighed as he started the engine, "Look, let's just go get lunch. Maybe David will let me off and I can salvage some of this day that was supposed to be just me and a bunch of paint."
Killian chuckled, "Finally getting that DIY project underway?" He asked teasingly, "You know I would help if you wanted."
"I can do it by myself, Jones." She glared at him, "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"I don't doubt that for a second, Swan. I just thought you may like the company."
"You thought I may like your company?" She questioned with an arched brow.
"You make me sound absolutely terrible." He objected, "Swan, I'm wounded."
Emma snickered, "Just making sure you shouldn't be thinking too highly of yourself." As he parked the car in front of the diner.
Killian glared playfully at her as he pushed the diner door open, "So, Swan, is that a yes? Shall I bring over a bottle of rum to help you paint?"
Emma perched herself at the countertop to wait for Ruby to free up and take their orders, "Why not. Six work for you?"
Killian grinned at her, "Six is perfect."
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Emma shook her head when she opened the door and found Killian in torn jeans, Chucks, and an old t-shirt. She would never admit it to him, but no matter what he wore, he always looked like the walking equivalent of sex.
"Why Swan, don't you look lovely tonight." He reached up with his free hand and tugged at her loose ponytail, his eyes skimming over her black tank top and loose fitting jeans with holes in them. "Ready for some arts and crafts?" He asked, "I brought the rum." He waved the bottle in the air.
Emma chuckled, "Come on in, I'll grab us some glasses. I picked up burgers from Granny's."
"Burgers and rum. You are a woman after my own heart, Swan."
"I'm not after anything, Jones." Emma reminded him sharply.
"One day, lass, you will be." He winked at her and pulled the cork out of the bottle.
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Boston, Massachusetts
Henry stared up at the board in the bus depot and then down at the map. There were literally no busses that went into Storybrooke, but there was one that went to Portland, and Portland was only a few miles south of Storybrooke according to MapQuest a cab could get them there in about fifteen minutes. "Let's go Ava, we've got a bit of a car ride ahead of us."
Ava nodded and clutched her blanket with her name sewn into it, "Can I sleep?" She whispered.
"Of course, let's go get those tickets." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and approached the ticket counter.
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XOXO
MAS