Hey everyone. I've been caught up at work for the last few weeks so haven't been able to update. I'm hoping posting two chapters tonight might help.

Chapter 4

And the wheels start turning

"So what are we supposed to do with her?"

"Don't ask me love, I found it's best not to question the lad."

"But we can't just keep her here!"

Luna mumbled. She could feel a number of blankets covering her, a few too many. She felt like she would suffocate under the weight. She tried to open her eyes, but immediately closed them again at the pounding headache she earned.

"Get them away." She mumbled allowed. She heard rustling, and she felt the presence of the two people she had heard talking earlier shuffling closer to her.

"Get them away love?" a man's voice asked, it was pleasant to listen to and thickly accented.

"The nargles." She muttered. "They keep hitting my head. It hurts."

Luna could practically feel the man's confusion. She heard him whisper. "You sure she didn't break anything on the fall there?"

"Luna?" The woman's voice now. It was strong, and held an air of authority behind it, but it was not unkind. "How are you feeling?"

Luna grunted. She forced herself into a sitting position, but didn't yet open her eyes, the motion causing her head to pound harder. "I think there are some little dwarfs off to work in my head." The woman laughed with a chuckle. "Seriously, I hear their not good for the hair, I'll have split ends by the end of it."

Luna turned now to look at them. It was the woman from before, her red hair well framing her graceful features. She was dressed more casually now, or at least in comparison to previously. Now she wore a white blouse, black dress pants with wedge heeled shoes. Beside her was a rather good looking man, wearing an odd leather jacket going down to about his knees. He had black hair, a rather mesmerizing beard and Luna could have sword he had a hook for a hand, but immediately blamed it on the dwarfs having a bit too much fun.

"Oh no. I saw this coming."

The two of them looked at each other confused. "Saw what coming dear?" the woman asked.

Luna threw her hand up in the air. "next time good looking aliens come to take me away give me some fair warning so I can at least bring some make up with me! Then I can at least attempt to blend in with the native species!"

The woman laughed lightly, while the man still looked confused, unsure is she was joking or not. The woman didn't seem to care either way. "I'll remember that for next time." the woman agreed. Her voice was charming, yet the authority behind it was not overtaken. "My name is Natasha, and this here is Killian."

Killian gave a slight bow. "M'ilady."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "He's a bit old fashioned. Apparently some woman find that charming but I personally don't see it."

"Hey! I'm plenty charming and you know it!"

"Is that why his clothes are like that?" Luna asked.

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with my clothes!" Killian protested, while Natasha smirked. Killian huffed in annoyance. "Well like you've got anything better to show love."

Luna blinked and looked down at herself. She was still wearing her Lilo and stitch pajamas. "I think my clothes are quiet lovely. At least they're not from the 18th century." Luna took a second as Killian processed her words to look around the room. It looked like a fancy hotel room. She was sitting in a queen size bed. Because of the feel she assumed the sheets were Egyptian silk. The furniture looked like it was from the same century as Killian's clothes. There was a small window trimmed with glass, revealing moon shining directly at the bed. She was admiring the green walls, when she noticed a red light in the upper corner of the room. She squinted her eyes to get a closer look. "Is that a camera?"

"It's only for your protection dear." Natasha replied quickly. A little too quickly.

Killian rushed to change the subject. "How much do you remember Love?"

Luna blinked. "Well I remember three years ago I was walking down the street to my favourite coffee shop, a year before that I learned the truth behind my father's secret recipe, the secret by the way, being extra vanilla. Opps! I just spilled the secret."

Killian frowned getting annoyed, but Natasha was more patient. "He means before you tripped?"

Luna was silent for a moment. "I, I remember most of it. After everyone left, you went over to talk to D-draco." Saying his name after all this time felt odd on her lips. She couldn't tell if it was a painful or pleasant feeling. "He looked pretty good, well not to say that he shouldn't after all this time. Though I was hoping he'd relaxed a bit more on the clothing choice. If he doesn't want to get them ruined he should wear such nice clothes all the time."

Natasha nodded simply. "You seem a little to ok with this?"

"What? The man I haven't seen for years turns up shooting guns at people? Happens all the time, I have weird friends."

Natasha chuckled. "Maybe your friends and mine can meet some time, get them out of my way for a while. For now though I think you need some rest."

Luna shook her head. "Sleep can wait, I've gone a whole week without sleeping. It's the beauty of caffeine. What I want is answers. What is Ryan Goslings phone number? Is the Moon really made of cheese? Why am I here? What is the meaning of life? Where is here, what's the problem? When do I go home?" her voice was getting increasingly slower and quieter the further she went. The more she talked, the more the fear she felt came sneaking up on her. To a normal person they would hardly notice the change, but Natasha's tuned senses picked up on it quick.

Natasha put her hand over hers comfortingly. "All in due time. I promise I will answer your questions as much as I can at another time. But it's late and right now you need sleep."

Luna wanted to protest some more, but even she could feel her eyelids weighing down. "Alright. But I expect French toast and Starbucks in the morning."

Natasha giggled.

"What?"

"I always wondered where he got that from." She and Killian straightened up, and started heading towards the door. "If you need anything just holler and there will be someone to answer you."

"Oh please leave the light on, I fear the poor dwarfs will be trapped in my head without it and I do want them to be stuck."

Natasha didn't even question it, as she quietly closed the door behind her.

Outside the door, Natasha and Killian walked down the hall. "well, she's...something."

"You don't like her?" Natasha asked.

Killian shook his head. "Nothing of the sort, I just simply didn't expect it. I thought that the boss's girl."

"She's not his girl, don't start making rumours."

Killian chuckled "behind every rumour is a story we still don't know. Besides she must mean something, considering she's here and not dead."

Natasha nodded despite herself. "I'm going to go talk to Junior."

"You sure? It's late he won't want to be disturbed while working."

"He's always working, and he never wants to be disturbed. If we always abide by his wishes we would never get anywhere."

Killian tilted his head in agreement. "Aye."

"Care to join me? Backup is always nice."

Killian shook his head. "Would love to, but I have a call I need to make."

Natasha's eyes widened slightly in understanding. "Ah, you sure you should call? Won't she just be pissed that you're waking her up."

"Perhaps, but." A smirk rose on Killian's face. "I happen to believe she's at her best when she's angry."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "boys." She continued walking, Killian pausing in his steps. His partner waved back at him "tell her I say hello."

"Will do." he called back. He waited a few minutes for Natasha's footsteps to disappear down the hallway. As soon as he did he swiped out his phone and clicked the cal button. He waited for two rings before he heard from the other line

"Detective Swan on the line, how can I help you?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Killian's mouth. "I love it when you talk all business like, makes me feel so much safer."

Killian heard a groan on the other end, but was sure it was simply to cover up her joy at his call. Or at least that's what he told himself. "How many times have I asked you not to call me on my work phone?"

"Enough times that I no longer pay attention to the threats that usually follow so you could just drop them"

Killian heard her take a deep sigh. "Everything alright love? You sound on edge."

"I'm all right. Just got called into the station."

Killian frowned. "It's three in the morning. Why would they need you in so late?"

"Well a student called in saying she heard a commotion outside her door, and when she looked around she realised her roommate was missing."

Killian gripped his phone. "That so?"

"mmmhhhmm, she's here at the station now. She's pretty freaked out, her boyfriend is here trying to calm her down." The woman paused. "This doesn't have anything to do with your boss does it?" Killian was silent. "Are you kidding me here Killian? Kidnapping? That's a new low even for him."

"It wasn't no kidnapin' love. Girl got injured had to take her back, plus Draco seemed to know her. Whole things a little strange. I'm hoping to get some fun out of this."

"You and I have a different definition for fun."

"Look, the girls fine and safe, just cover for us there until we get her back."

Killian heard mumbling on the other line. "Fine, but you're buying dinner on Friday, and it's not going to be cheap. I'm picking the restaurant."

"Deal."

"I gotta go. Your boss left me one fine mess to clean up here."

"See ya love."

Killian heard her mumble in response, before hanging up the phone. Killian starred at his phone for a moment, a slight daydream expression on his face. But it quickly was replaced by a serious expression. The cops had already discovered them. He thought they had done a good job hiding their tracks, but they had forgotten to check for witnesses. Swan could cover for them for a while, but not forever. He sighed, leaning back on the wall. This was going to get interesting.