Thank you for your comments, follows and favorites. And to my beta, MoreColourfulMoniker and to sandra70 for constantly inspire me to write this.
To the guest user that had a question: yes, Charming and Mary Margaret had their baby and it is included in the story, but only briefly. This story is mainly a Killian/Emma story and the rest of the characters are only part of it as they interact with them or are part of the main plot. But they had the baby (it's a three year toddler by the time this fic takes place), I'm just not sure the name is Neal. I just... can't name him Neal. It will either be Graham or Leo. Or some other completely neutral name.
Chapter 2 – The Chase
You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on the beach
Who's gonna ride your wild horses, U2
She checked the time on her phone again. If the tip was correct, her mark would be leaving the diner any minute now and she'd be able to get him easily. The guy had not left New Jersey, which meant he was an asshole that was very sure of himself. Those were the easy prey, as they would lower their guard and did not see the blow coming. Emma checked to see if she had her taser and her gun prepared and she got ready, her eyes focusing on the diner exit again.
She saw him leave, not even checking to see if he was followed. She smirked as she exited the car and moved towards him carefully. As she was close to him, she yelled.
"Barry Thomas! You've skipped bail…"
The guy took one look at her and started running. She sprinted quickly after him. He was fast, but she was good at this, her years as a sheriff and her experience as a bailbondsperson had made her very good at chasing the bad guys and figuring it out their turns.
She was getting close, really close, she was going to catch with him in no time… and then she felt someone crashing into her, with such force that it knocked her out into the ground.
It took her a moment to get her bearings, as the pain from the fall made her lost her breath. And in that precious time she saw how Barry Thomas escaped from her. She was furious. The idiot that clashed into her made her lose the guy she was after. She turned around, rage in her voice.
"What the fuck you think you were doing!?"
And then she froze at the man a few feet away from her on the floor. It could not be; it really could not be. Dark tousled hair, tall, slim, broad shoulders; but modern clothes.
It could not be.
And then he lifted his head and those intense blue eyes from her past were gazing at her, confusion and recognition in them…
"Swan?" He said breathless and it was his voice. His low, dark, raspy voice.
"Hook?!" She replied in awe.