Killian scoops her into his arms and carries her to the couch. He sets her down and turns back to the cops.
"He was supposed to be in a maximum security prison. Would someone care to explain how the hell he got out?" Killian growls.
"Sir, we know this is upsetting, but this can happen. Unfortunately we don't know how he got out. What he know is that he will come after her again," one cop says.
"How? How do you know that?" Killian says through his teeth.
"The prison therapist was working him to see if he could understand him. As soon as he broke out the doctor told the federal marshals that he would come after her. That has fixation with her and you was still marshals think he will return to Storybrooke first and once he doesn't find you he will come here. Until they arrive you will have police protection," The officer addresses Killian.
"We are in school and have jobs. Are we expected to go about our normal lives?" Killian asks outraged.
"For now yes. We will catch him and when the marshals get here they will take over your protective detail," the officer states. Like that will stop him.
"It won't matter," she says. Everyone snaps their head towards her. She gets up from the couch.
"What won't matter, Ma'am?" The officer asks. They both look clueless.
"The protective detail. He will sneak his way around it. He will find a way to us and he will kill us," she states simply.
"Love, you can't talk like that. Nothing will happen. They are here to protect us," Killian places a hand on her waist and brings her close. She pushes him away.
"Oh really? You were shot last time he was around and he has had two years to plot and plan against us. Don't underestimate him because he will hurt us in some way," she snaps and storms into the bedroom. Emma slams the door behind her. She falls onto the bed and begins to sob. A few minutes later Killian comes in and pulls her into his arms. He pushes the blonde strands out of her face.
"Shh… love it will be alright. The cops will follow us wherever we go. Nothing will be happen," he attempts to comfort her as she buries her face into his chest. Her tears stain his shirt.
"I just thought that all this over. That we had moved past all this," She says as she lifts her head to look at him. He gives her a sad smile.
"Me too, but it seems we have to deal with this. I know you're worried about me getting hurt, but last time we didn't have a protective detail. This time we aren't running around like the scared high schoolers we were. I honestly don't think anything will happen," he says. She nods. Not really believing it, but maybe things will be different this time.
"Do you still want pancakes?" she asks as she wipe the tears away and sits up. Killian rubs her back.
"No, love it's fine. You can stay here. I'll grab us something," he states. She springs up out of bed.
"No, really it will distract me. It's fine," she gives him a small smile and he follows her into the kitchen. He starts to make coffee as she begins to make pancakes. The pan heats up and she pours the batter into it. Killian hands her a cup of coffee. She takes a sip of coffee while she watches the pancake cook. She leans against the counter and looks at Killian.
"What is it?" he asks concerned.
"You think we should call my parents? I'm sure they would want to know what's going on," she questions. Killian nods, picks up her phone, pushes some buttons, and hands her the phone. Emma places her phone to her ear and flips the pancake over. It rings three times before someone picks up.
"Emma, sweetie. How are you doing?" Mary Margaret's happy voice sounds through the phone. Tears threaten to spill over, but she pushes them down.
"Um mom, I've been better," she says all choked up. She loads one pancake onto a plate and moves on to the next one.
"Darling, what's wrong? Has something happened?" she asks concerned.
"Yeah, well the police paid us a visit this morning and told us that, uh Neal escaped from prison," she says quietly and flips the pancake over. Mary Margaret sucks a breath in.
"Oh my god. You're not kidding are you? Because Emma Swan that would be a sick joke. Please tell me you guys are safe," she says her voice laced with worry and fear.
"Yes, we're fine. We have a protection detail from the police I guess. They said he might go back to Storybrooke. You guys are alright? You haven't seen him?" she flips the pancake over once again.
"No, I haven't. Look your father needs to know about this. I'll call you back once he knows alright?"
"Sure, sure. We'll talk later," Emma mumbles.
"I love you," she says.
"Love you too," and with that she hangs up. Emma shovels the pancake onto another plate. She picks up the plate and places it in front of him. His face falls a little
"You can start with that. Don't worry I am making more," she chuckles softly and he smiles.
"That didn't go to bad," he says as he pours syrup all over his pancakes.
"What?" she asks confused and more batter is poured into the pan.
"The call with your mom," he states through a mouthful of pancake.
"Yeah, but now she has to tell my dad and we know how that is going to go," she releases a sigh.
"True, but don't stress out about it. These are amazing by the way," he compliments. She smiles. Emma makes a bunch more pancakes and joins him. When they finish cleaning up her phone rings. She quickly picks it up.
"Hello," she says into the phone as she puts it on speaker.
"Emma, are you alright?" Dad says.
"Yes, Dad. We have a protection detail. Nothing is going to happen," she doesn't believe it, but she needs to calm him down.
"Don't worry, Coach. I won't let anything happen to her," Killian speaks up.
"Thanks, Killian. What else did the police tell you?" Dad asks.
"Just that the marshals should be in Storybrooke sometime today to look for Neal and if wasn't there that they will come here," Killian says.
"Alright, well you kids keep us updated. We want to know what's going on," he orders. She rolls her eyes.
"Of course we will. You have to tell us what you guys hear as well," she responds.
"We will. Look I called in between classes I have to go. You kids stay safe. I love you, Emma."
"I love you too, Dad."
"We'll call later," he says and hangs up. Killian wraps her in his arms and kisses the top of her head. She feels safe in his arms, but she knows danger is coming and there isn't much they can do to stop it.
"I am sorry, love, I need to get ready for practice," Killian groans. Her jaw drops.
"You can't seriously think about going to practice?" she inquires.
"Emma, if I don't go I'm not on the team. It's not really an option," he states and begins to go into their bedroom. She follows him and grabs his arm.
"You can't go… what if he is out there? Killian, call in or something. Please stay," she pleads with him. He picks his gym bag off the floor.
"The police will be right out front. Nothing will happen. I have to go. The first game is in a week," He kisses her cheek, "I'll make it up to you tonight," with that he walks out the door.
As Neal applies pressure on the breaks they squeal to a stop. I wish nicer cars were easier to steal, but sadly no. Storybrooke is still the small town its always been. It doesn't look like anything has changed since he was here last. Not that he expected it too. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one. Neal still has a few friends in Storybrooke, who would be willing to help him find Emma.
He knows she isn't here. Probably went off to some college with that boyfriend of hers. Did she think that he wouldn't be able to find her once he got out? Did she think she could hide from him? Well she is in for a rude awakening. She made him look like a fool and now it was her turn to be ashamed.
A week goes by and there is no sighting of Neal anywhere and the marshals are still in Storybrooke. She hates leaving the apartment it puts her on edge, but she has to go to class and the bookstore, where she works. She hasn''t talked to Professor Hood about the contest since he told her. Everytime he asks she makes up an excuse, so she can get back to the safety of the apartment. Today, Emma doesn't think that he will allow her to slip away.
The class is released and once again Professor Hood asks Emma to stay behind. Not having a good enough excuse she stays.
"Okay I just have a few paperwork things. Its a simple form. You can do it in five minutes," he hands her a sheet of paper.
"Great. I'll have it done and give it to you next class," she says as she goes to put in her bag.
"I'm afraid not. We have waited too long its due tomorrow, so it has to be done today. You can just do it now," He notices her discomfort, "Is that going to be a problem?" Emma shakes her head and takes a seat in the front row.
"Not at all," she says with a weak smile. She pulls out a pen and begins to fill out the form.
"Emma, is everything alright?" he asks. Emma doesn't look at him and continues filling out the form.
"Yeah, I am fine," she mumbles.
"I doubt that. You're less vocal in my class and trust me the first couple days I wanted you to shut up," he says with a chuckle, "In all seriousness is something going on?" he inquires. She still keeps her head down.
"Nothing you can fix," she states as she fills in her address on the form.
"But there is something to be fixed. I am sure I can help. Relationship problems? School problems? Need a tutor? I mean not in this class, but some other subject perhaps?" He says confidently. She tries to repress an eye roll to no avail. None of those are even close. I wish my problems were that easy to solve. She finishes filling everything out. Emma walks back over to his desk and hands him the form.
"If you can catch my crazy prison escapee ex boyfriend then please help, but I doubt you can," she says bitterly. He is at a complete loss for words. She nods.
"That's what I thought. Anyway, I'll see you in class. Have a good day professor," Emma says as she strolls out the door. She pulls her phone out and catches a text from Killian.
*My love, don't worry about tonight. Belle said she would pick you at the apartment at 6. I'll see you after the game.* Shit I completely forgot about the first game of the season. I am the worst girlfriend ever.
*Good luck, babe. Not that you need it. I am sure you guys will kill it like you always do. xoxo* She quickly types out and sends off. Tonight is going to be a long night.