'He's engaged, that son of a bitch is engaged" Emma thought. Not only had Neal abandoned her and turned her in, he seemed to have been unaffected by her absence. He was able to move on to find another love, while she was left with such a hole in heart, as well as an emotional guard wall that was a mile high. She had grown up without family; she was all alone until she met Neal. He had given her happiness and hope, but its all came crashing down. He had left her pregnant, and incarcerated, and she was forced to give up her son into the same system that had made her life a living hell.

Emma remained dazed for a moment but snapped herself out of it, and forced a thin smile, "Tamara its lovely to meet you, I uh... Neal I have to take care of something, I'll be back in a sec". And with that Emma stormed off back to the apartment building, feeling their eyes on her back as she walked.

She swung open the door and slumped down against the wall, where Gold and Hook had had their latest encounter. The umbrella tin she had used to knock out the pirate and its contents were scattered across the floor, along with a few drops of the Dark One's blood from where the poisoned hook had punctured his chest. That had been the second time she had hit Hook unconscious. And come to think of it, this has been the third time she had locked him up and left him somewhere. She began to think of her previous encounters with the captain but pushed the memories away. She did not need anymore to think about.

All she wanted was some time to herself, and even though it was a selfish thought in spite of everything that was going on, her head was just spinning way too fast. Henry hated her for lying to him, the jerk that ruined her life was now going to be apart of it again, and Rumpelstiltskin was her father-in-law. And then there was the dilemma of what to do with Hook, of whom was left unconscious in a storage room below her feet. 'I should at least make sure he's breathing'

The blonde hoisted her self to her feet and padded down the hallway to the staircase that led to the basement. It was a damp, unfinished space that smelled extremely old and musty, she tugged on the string to her left as some if the dated lights flickered on. She scanned the floor carefully. Making sure no one else had come to one of the many storage blocks that lined the hall. Slowly, she tiptoed to the cell she had left the injured pirate.

He was just as she had left him; despite for the blue and purple bulge now forming at the side of his face he looked, almost… peaceful. He didn't look like the cocky, innuendo-loving bastard that she had first met in the enchanted forest. He didn't look as though he could skin you as soon as flirt with you. Well that might have been partly because Emma had removed his hook upon dropping him here, knowing that his metal appendage allowed him to pick almost any lock.

She stood there and started to recount their time at the beanstalk. The amazement she felt when he was able too see right through the walls she had spent years constructing. The way the hair on his face tickled her hand as he secured his scarf to the gash on her palm. She had stared into the icy blue oceans that were his eyes as he expertly attended to her wound. And then there was the Giant's trip wire. She had spotted it out the corner of her eye, and immediately wrapped her arms around Hook's back to stop him from getting them both caught. But she had no idea what effect being in his arms would have on her

"Its about bloody time" he cooed wearing his ever so intriguing smirk. His arms had snaked around the small of her back pulling her into a tight embrace. The tingling and shivers that his touch sent up her spine were unlike anything Emma had ever experienced, but she knew that she was just acting like a hormonal teenager. So she had pried herself away from the captain having never have regretting it since. She had to admit he was handsome, his brown scruff around his jaw and chin never seemed to grow, yet it never seemed to be shaved either, leaving the perfect amount of stubble along his chiseled face. Even though he was fully covered in his leather-pirate garb she could see that his chest was toned from his 300 years of manning a ship. She didn't fail to notice the dusting dark chest hair that was visible of his shirt line. But handsome was all that he was, she knew that he was a ruthless, revenge-crazed pirate who had murdered countless amounts of people. He had caused enough trouble in Storybrooke to last a lifetime, and he had only just arrived. Killian was a dangerous and manipulative monster... .He couldn't be trusted. 'Killian! WHOA were did that come from? Hook…. His name is Hook'.

She shook herself out of the daydream and lingered for few minutes more, mesmerized by just how vulnerable he appeared, but once she was sure she had seen his muscular chest rise and fall, as a signal he was breathing, she exited. Tugging on the tattered piece of yarn once more, until darkness filled the level. She quietly shut the door, where Neal appeared in seconds. "Emma…" "

Holy crap Neal you scared the hell out of me! What is it?"

"No its nothing its just... well I know that you don't have second thought about leaving the pirate here, and neither do I but, leaving Captain Hook stranded in the middle of New York might not be the best way for you or your town to stay undercover. He may be stealthy but there is no way he is going to ever be able to find his ay back all the way to Maine without drawing some attention..."

Emma pondered at his statement. He was right, though Emma hated to admit it. They couldn't leave an infamous pirate from another very different in the middle of a huge unsuspecting city. " So what do you suppose we do?" the blonde scowled.

Well, I doubt that Hook would ever let someone else steer his ship, especially if meant saving his crocodile's life." He paused, and sighed So... what if I take Henry and my dad back on the ship, and then I'll give you the car and you can drive back with him tied up in the trunk or something..." Neal suggested.

There was no way she could agree to this, not only would she be driving back alone with Hook, but she would be trusting the Dark One and his lying thief of a son with her son. But her decision wouldn't have mattered. Henry would have resented her even more if she tried to keep him from Neal. So she gave in.

"Fine. Lets go we can't waste anymore time."