"Here's my address." She said, showing Killian her phone screen.
He just about choked as he read the address. "That's your address?" His eyes were huge as the realization hit him.
"Yeah. Why? What's wrong?" A very confused Emma questioned.
After pausing a moment to regain his composure, Killian glanced her way again. "Well love, that's my address too."
Now she was the one caught off guard. Stunned by the realization that for two weeks they'd been working together, and today; well, today could wait. How in the world had they not run in to each other?
"Ohhh. Okay, so…." sentence unfinished Emma sat back as Killian began to direct the car toward their building.
Emotions, feelings, them having full contact earlier, just that. All those things hung in the air, unspoken of by either, but not forgotten. Definitely not forgotten.
Emma was still struggling to process the day by the time Killian parked. "C'mon, Swan. Let's get you upstairs."
"Yeah, okay." It was all Emma could offer after all that happened in the past few hours.
"Can you stand?" His words were gentle as he offered his hand again to help her out. "I think so."
It turned out that standing with a bad ankle, and a brain spinning like a tilt-a-whirl wasn't a great combo and, for the second time today, Emma ended up in his arms.
"It's all right love. I've got you." His touch was like a feather, a feather loaded with strength mind you. But it was so soft, gosh, she'd never felt something like it before.
It took Killian a small bit of wrestling to get her apartment number out of her lips, but he finally managed and once they were in front of her door, he relinquished his hold on her, carefully setting her on her good foot and making sure she'd stay upright this time.
She reached for her keys and unlocked the door. Home. Finally. She took a deep breath, preparing to hop inside gasping as she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist.
Emma just shook her head. "I'm fine Killian." She stated. Emphasizing the fine part for what seemed to be the fiftieth time.
"Oh I'm sure you are Swan." Sarcasm cut through his tone. "Just fine." He didn't let go until he was satisfied that she was safely on the couch, with her legs elevated and her injured ankle pointedly set on a pillow.
"But as long as I'm here, you'll have to deal with being taken care of. Because I'm not going anywhere until I know that you are indeed fine."
Emma folded her arms across her chest, huffing as she let out a breath. "Whatever."
Killian turned toward the kitchen in search of ice. Once he had that in hand, he tenderly set it on her ankle. She gasped at the cold. "You okay?"
"Yeah. It was just cold."
Satisfied that he hadn't hurt her more, he headed to grab some pain killers and water. With those gathered he turned his attention back to his partner.
She downed the pills and water gratefully. Grateful for the ice seeping in and cooling her ankle.
Suddenly her stomach growled and she was quickly aware of the time. "2:30!" She exclaimed "no wonder I'm hungry!"
Killian looked up from his phone. "I didn't realize it was quite that late. Can I order us a pizza?" Emma nodded, a slight smile coming across her face, "that sounds good."
"Preference on toppings?" "Just extra cheese." She added, eyes closed.
"Alright I'll get it ordered." He smiled as he watched her doze.
While they waited for the pizza, Emma snoozed as Killian caught up with some emails on his phone.
A knock on the door brought Emma back to the land of the living. "Swan?" Emma opened her eyes to find Killian practically in her face. He backed up quickly as he realized she was awake. "Pizza's here." He gestured toward the coffee table. He'd taken the liberty to find plates and napkins. There were two glasses of water ready as well.
Clearly he'd made himself at home while she slept. "We need to get your ankle wrapped too."
"Yeah, I know." Emma rubbed her eyes, wondering how long she had actually been asleep. "Do you have an elastic bandage?" It took just a second for her sleepy brain to catch up. "Oh yeah, it's in the first aid kit above the fridge." She pointed toward the kitchen.
Emma grunted as she tried to move her ankle. Not only was it stiff, oh boy was it ever stiff, but even the slightest movement sent throbbing waves through it. What she didn't expect was the nausea that accompanied the pain. She reached up to cover her mouth as her stomach churned.
Killian returned, bandage in hand, and settled on the coffee table. He reached out his hand, ready to examine and wrap her ankle. "It's okay, love. I'm ready." She thought she saw a slight smile run across his lips as she concentrated on lifting her leg.
The commander gently prodded around her ankle. As he touched the outside of her ankle, he hit a spot that sent pain tearing up Emma's leg. "Ow, oh! Gosh that hurts! What in the world did you do?" It was that moment that Killian knew Emma had done more damage than she figured.
"Oh Emma…" His soft voice trailed off as her heart sank. His tone and the fact that he used her first name told her everything she needed to know.
"Let me guess… I probably broke it?" She met his eyes, silently pleading for news other than what he'd found. His face fell. "That's my best guess, love."
Dramatic Emma threw her head against the pillows cushioning the arm of the couch. "Why?" She yelled in to the air. "Why?!" Pain and exasperation filled her voice.
"I'm so sorry love." Killian cut in as he began to wrap her tender ankle.
Killian went back to his apartment only after Emma promised to stay off her feet as much as possible and with strict orders to call him if she needed anything.
"Goodnight Swan, I'll see you in the morning." Killian said, ducking out the door. "Night, Jones." She paused, "uh, thank you." Killian nodded as a warm smile graced his face. "It was my pleasure, Swan. I'll be over to pick you up in the morning." Emma nodded and locked the door behind him.
She immediately limped back to the couch and flipped on the tv, desperately hoping to escape her racing thoughts.