A/N

I would love to thank everyone for your patience while I worked diligently on this chapter. I had lost the writing muse for a while but it seems she is with me again. Remember this started out as a little one-shot and I had no plans to extend it. I know where I am going now it's just a matter of getting there. I hope all this was worth the wait, please enjoy!

**TRIGGER WARNING** mentions of attempted suicide.

"I'd like you to meet the sister's Frost" Jones says, his voice thick with lust, blue eyes hooded.

Emma takes stock of the women who are supposed to be her rivals. The blonde's hair is much longer and lighter than Emma's in fact her hair is almost white and is done in an elaborate looking fishtail braid. Her skin is smooth and pale where her sister's is lightly freckled. They have the same short 'pixie nose' and ice blue eyes.

The redhead gives a light moan as Emma trails her fingers along that smooth jawline. While Emma can appreciate the female form in all its glory she is not attracted to woman per se, a few weeks of experimenting in her early teens with a dark-haired girl named Lily never worked out. Since then Emma has become an expert at reading people, it is part of her job as a profiler and the redhead is very attracted to women. She still remains hesitant and Emma makes it her new goal to find out why, using the girl's weakness to her advantage.

"What's your name?" Emma asks, her voice silky with a hint of seduction, as the two women lock eyes. Jones, Emma notices is suddenly very interested in what she's doing, virtually ignoring the other sister.

"Anna" the redhead replies, her voice slightly accented in a Scandinavian dialect, Emma files that away for later too.

"You have a girlfriend, don't you Anna?" Emma says, replicating the accent on her name.

Anna suddenly looks shy and uncomfortable, and Jones gives a gasp of surprise. Emma looks briefly at Jones as realization settles across his face, he didn't know she was gay, perhaps he had just thought she was timid.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jones growls at the blonde sister.

"You didn't ask" she replies smoothly in the same, slightly accented voice, all the while flashing innocent eyes at Jones. The way she replies is laced with a sense of superiority. After the affront she ignores Jones and moves her attention to Emma.

"Elsa" Says the blonde, by way of introduction, flipping out her hand in Emma's direction. "I enjoy female company also" she says with a hint of a mischievous smile.

Emma takes the proffered hand and kisses the back of it with a quick brush of lips to skin, making sure to hold eye contact. These girls were clearly brought in to test Emma in some way but Jones plan seems to be failing. The sisters are made of the same strong, independent woman material Emma is. They are going to get along fabulously.

Emma has a physical exam tomorrow but right now she just can't be bothered to care what Dr. Whale is going to think about the bite marks on her neck, or light bruising around her wrists. Jones is holding her wrists over her head while she leans back against him, his hard cock nudging her lower back, as Elsa works on licking up the mess she's made.

It had started off slow, soft kisses between Emma and Elsa, Anna choosing to opt out because it would upset Kris if she were to kiss another girl. Within minutes Emma had turned the very composed Elsa Frost into a hot mess. It wasn't long before Jones had joined them and the trio really got into it. Kissing Elsa was nice but Emma longed for something more. Jones' hot demanding lips where now devouring her neck, no doubt leaving possessive red marks, and Emma wondered not for the first time what those lips would be like against hers.

Trapped like she is, between two hot bodies, both wanting her, and wanting to please her Emma feels something she hasn't felt in a long time, she feels loved, and needed in a way the Team just can't give her. Elsa's fingers find Emma's hot cunt wet and waiting so Emma returns the favour. The physical contact isn't overwhelming like she feared it would be and as her and Elsa play with each other Emma feels a warmth running through her she can't name.

Jones' lips have found their way to her breast and Emma moans around Elsa's kisses. Jones and Elsa share some unsaid agreement and suddenly Jones is leaning casually against the headboard holding Emma close to him, her back laying right against his hairy chest and oh so tight abs. Elsa has moved down the bed and is putting her mouth to good use elsewhere.

Emma bucks into Elsa's licks and she knows she won't last long. Receiving oral is by far her favourite sexual position, it allows her to relax a bit but at the same time she is continuously on edge. She thought Jones was the master but Elsa is unknowingly giving him a run for his money. He's clearly enjoying the show, taking every opportunity to rut shamelessly against Emma's backside.

"Come for me Swan" he whispers against her ear, proving once again that he is still in charge.

His hot breath against her skin sends a shiver down Emma's spine. She likes his rough sex-laced tone that is both gentle and demanding. The words are akin to the caress of a lover, spurring her on. Her body heeds his order. She moans without shame as the coiled heat inside her finally crests.

When Emma comes it actually feels like some tiny person has decided to set off fireworks inside her. Jones holds her steady as wave after wave of pleasure escapes her. Emma's thighs are coated in her wetness and Elsa dutifully begins licking that up as well.

Jones' allows Emma to rest for a moment, blissed as she is, but not for long. All too soon his greedy fingers have made their way to Emma's still moist entrance and he's working her over again, Elsa watching with keen interest. Jones likes being watched Emma decides; he enjoys putting on this little show for the new girls. Elsa begins touching herself slowly, mimicking Jones' movements on Emma. Gently he rubs her clit until it becomes too much and Emma starts wiggling again in desire. She can feel the pressure mounting as Jones slips his fingers inside her and Elsa does the same. Heavy breathing once again fills the air, but Emma knows Jones won't be left unsatisfied this time, his hard cock only too willing to remind her with a gentle nudge.

Emma becomes possessed by the notion that she wants, no needs, Jones to come inside her. She wants to feel him bare again, his hard cock thrusting deep inside her is the only way she'll ever be truly satisfied. She bucks her hips back against him encouragingly but not over eager and is rewarded with a deep moan and Jones' teeth nibbling at her shoulder. He shifts under her and removes his fingers allowing his cockhead to slide easily into her. Emma moves around gently desperate for friction of any kind.

Elsa is enjoying the little show too; she rubs enthusiastically at her clit with one hand while pumping her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy with the other, moaning all the while. Her once neatly done braid is coming loose in sections.

Jones' moans again at all the sensations he's feeling, seeing, and hearing, and Emma knows he needs to come soon. He should have come already and must be holding himself back.

"Love" he whispers in her ear and Emma longs to wiggle down on him more, "play with Frost a minute while I prepare."

"Yes Captain" Emma dutifully replies, though reluctant she slides off Jones' cock, now wet with her own juice and moves toward Elsa.

She pulls Elsa's fingers from her dripping cunt and brings them to her own mouth, sucking them clean. Elsa and Jones both moan at the sight and Emma slides her own fingers into Elsa's wetness. Jones thrusts his cock into his hand a few times, coating himself in Emma's wetness before slipping on a condom. He is clearly beyond turned on, his cock hard and leaking as it is, and an angry shade of red.

At long last Jones is sheathed inside her making her come once more, they are face to face now Emma bouncing vigorously up and down on his long hard cock. She thins again how easy it would be to lean forward and capture his lips with hers. Would his kisses be as demanding as his bites along her neck?

He works her clit hard with his fingers, pulling her from her thoughts, they are on the home stretch. Jones' pushed his boundaries tonight drawing out the process even more than usual. They both come shouting words of encouragement and praise.

...

Work wasn't so bad today Emma muses as she rushes around her apartment in the small amount of time she has between work and going undercover. She managed to pass her physical exam even though Dr. Whale prescribed Emma sleeping pills because he thought the reason she was so tired was because of lack of sleep. Belle thought she had a lead on Mia's missing brother and promised to keep Emma up to date on the hopes he could provide a breakthrough. Suggest if she had any enemies.

Mia seemed like a very ordinary woman, happily married, who would have wanted her dead? Jones' was convinced it was just a random stabbing incident, that's why he never blamed his father-in-law but the evidence says different. The grizzly way in which she was murdered, her heart being pulled from her chest all say this was personal, Emma has read the file more times that she wishes to count and still comes up short. The best they can figure is Mia's death is somehow related to Jones' work at Neverland; after all he had only been there for about a month before the attack occurred.

Emma is counting down the day until the end of this assignment crossing every day on the calendar off with an angry red line. Less than a week to go, she breathes a sigh of relief at the revelation. She wants to see this case closed and justice for Mia. Emma is starting to see what the other woman saw in Jones how his dangerous edge can pull you in. Tonight she still has to show up at the club but Emma is not performing. After the ecstasy of coming for the final time the night before Emma had been ready to call it a night but Jones had other plans. He entreated Emma in helping the sisters in learn a pole dancing routine for their debut on Saturday. Emma was more than happy to help and looked forward to an easy night.

Emma, Elsa, and Anna had all worked out the details of their Saturday show and Emma and Elsa had just started working on something special for Sunday when an alarming shout came from down the hall. They had been practicing in Jones' room as he claimed he wouldn't need it tonight. Emma, ever prepared for danger warned the sisters to stay in the room before dashing out into the hallway, making it just as another door further along opened too and frantic Tinker stood in the hallway wearing nothing but a few soap suds as soon as her eyes landed on Emma she beckoned her forward.

"Swan hurry" she cried, her voice raised in panic, "it's The Captain!"

Emma doesn't need to be told twice; she rushed to the open bathroom door and cautiously looked inside. She was afraid Jones might be in a rage and throwing things but there was no need for the hesitation, at first the room appeared empty. Then she noticed Jones' hand hanging over the side of the tub.

"I tried to pull him out, but he's too heavy" Tinker sobs her initial panic turning quickly into hysteria.

"It's okay Tink" Emma said trying to remain calm "I know CPR, just help me get him out."

Emma knew calling an ambulance was not a possibility here it was up to her to save Jones' life. Jones was the protector of the girls in this club they couldn't afford to lose him. Emma desperately wanted to ask Tinker what had happened, she need answers but saving Jones was top priority. At the very least they had to get him out of the water.

The bath tub is still full to the brim with water, but there is lots of water on the floor too. Jones head is submerged and Emma wonders why Tinker hadn't yet taken the plug out. With Tinker's help Emma is able to pull Jones from the tub and the lay him out spread-eagle on the soaking bathroom floor. It's a wonder neither of them have slipped. It's a good thing Emma is used to seeing Jones naked because he looks amazing, less so when he's not breathing though.

Emma kneels beside Jones' head and remembers the night before how badly she wanted to kiss him and now she had no choice but to force his lips to meet hers, this is what she's been trained for. Emma kicks herself in to lifesaving mode and Jones is spitting up water in no time.

A shaken Tinker is now wrapped in a fuzzy mint green housecoat and exhales audibly when Jones starts coughing. She wastes no time in handing Emma a towel to prop under Jones' head.

Despite being revived Jones still appears delirious. Emma secretly loves the way water droplets cling to his naturally long eyelashes.

"What happened?" Emma finally asks, turning to Tinker for answers. Emma's hand is resting on Jones' bare chest, keeping him from rising too quickly. Without thinking she runs her thumb along his scar.

"He was drinking, more than usual, I thought nothing of it at first" Tinker explained, looking very pale. "Then he started talking about her" she whispered, lowering her voice for the last word.

Emma didn't need to ask who she meant, obviously Jones was still thinking about Mia. Jones suddenly grabbed Emma's wrist as if to keep her from moving her hand from his chest.

"And then?" Emma asked uncertain.

"He said things, awful things about how he wished he was dead too, that living wasn't worth it." Tinker was close to tears and Emma longed to comfort her listening to Jones' death wish couldn't have been easy.

"He said, he feels like a shadow, likes he's not really here, just a shade of his former self." A silent tear rolls down Tinker's cheek and she looks sad. "He's so good to us" she whispers, "I don't know what I'd do if it wasn't for him."

"What do you mean?" Emma whispers back, Jones is in a hazy state, but he's right there and talking about this type of thing right in front of him could be upsetting to say the least.

"I wouldn't stay at Neverland if it weren't for him." Tinker confides.

"The black moods and excessive drinking, is he like this often?" Emma asked, from what she had seen so far this seemed out of character for Jones even though she barely knew him. Emma wondered if this outburst could this be related to the investigation.

"No", Tinker said shaking her head gloomily, "I can see the heavy heart he carries but he never lets it show" Tinker looked down at her boss, a deep frown creasing her brow.

"He's not usually like this, it's normal for him to have a couple glasses of run throughout a night but it's typically mixed with coke or he'll only have a few fingers at a time. He was drinking a lot to night, he'd already been drinking when I met him in his room." Tinker sniffles trying to keep down a sob working its way up her throat.

"It's not my fault is it?" She suddenly asked worried "I went to get him another drink, when he asked, I thought he would be fine" Tinker is on the verge of tears, and she heaves another sob. "I knew I shouldn't have left him alone, not after what he said, I, I just didn't think he'd try anything." Tinker lets the tears fall freely now, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the sound of her sobs.

"Swan" Jones manages to choke out, his throat undoubtedly raw.

"It's okay, I'm here" she says tenderly, bringing her other hand to stroke his damp hair. For a moment they lock eyes, she can see he's still out of sorts. Emma decides it would be better to get him in his bed, he'll be more comfortable that way.

"Tinker, can you please go get the ladies in The Captain's room, with their help the four of us should be able to move him." Emma asks and Tinker is gone in a flash.

Someone had to stay and monitor Jones Emma decided. Tinker was convinced she should be the one to stay because it was her fault Jones tried to drown himself. Emma repeatedly told Tinker that no, it wasn't her fault and if anything she should go home and rest. Eventually it was just Emma left, having seen the Frost sister's off safely. Jones was propped up in his big bed he looked lonely in such a large space all by himself. Emma had pulled the stiff wooden chair from his desk over to the side of the bed. Emma watched him sleeping, watched the fall and rise of his chest, proving he was still alive. He didn't look peaceful though he still looked as though he bore the whole weight of the world on his shoulders.

Suddenly his eyes flickered open, he stared around the room in panic before landing his eyes on her.

"Swan" he choked out in mild surprise, his voice still raw sounding.

"Captain" Emma replied formally.

He looks like a man lost at sea, like he's still downing, still waiting for someone to throw him a life preserver. He doesn't know how he got from the bathroom to his bed.

Emma give a sigh of relief, grateful.

"How are you feeling Captain?" Emma asks.

In response he brings his hand to his head, it clearly hurts.

"Where, how?" he mumbles out.

"You hit your head in the bath, Captain, you gave Tinker quite a scare." Emma said moving to lean over him.

He met her eyes, "we were all scared" she confessed.

"Are you my nurse Swan?" he asks, and his voice is almost back to its normal, playful tone.

"If you want me to be" she teases back.

"Swan" he says at the same time Emma says "Captain."

"You first" Emma offers but he shakes his head no and points at his throat. Emma hands his a cup of water and he takes a few slow sips from it. Emma has been practicing a speech in her head while Jones slept and now it's time to deliver it. She stands up and walks to the head of the bed.

"Captain" she begins shakily, "What were you thinking? Don't you realises we need you here?" her voice steadily picks up strength when he gives her his full attention. "What do you think would happen to us girls if you left? You're the reason they stay. Do you really think your friend Mr. Nightshade would take care of us?"

Emma can see the doubt in Jones' eyes and she hopes she hasn't gone too far, or over steeped her bounds. She still needs to work here for the next five days.

"I wanted you to know that we need you here, and that I was the one who saved you" he voiced is tinted with defiance but Emma can't be bothered to care, she needs to get her message across. His eyes open a little wider at that and he cautiously brings his fingers up to brush his lips.

"Please, I'm begging you, Captain, on behalf of all the ladies who work here, please don't try something like that again.

"Tomorrow night" Jones' says in his croaky voice and Emma stiffens in fear waiting for the repercussions of her actions. "I want you here, early."

He doesn't sound mad, but it's hard to tell with his voice the way it is. Emma lets a small smile play across her lips and she lowers her eyes as she says "yes Captain."