Emma was waiting on the living room couch for Killian to come back from downstairs. After Blue had left, they'd all sat down and talked about what was happening. Her heart broke as she listened to Amelia recount her time as Gothel's prisoner, how she broke down in tears, remembering how she watched Gothel take the other children away and how they never came back. When she cried herself to sleep Killan had gathered her up in his arms and carried her upstairs. Henry had immediately wanted to help, and after making sure it was alright with her, went to the library to look for any clues about this witch.

When Killian came back into the living room, Emma rose from the couch and immediately went into his arms. The events of the morning rattled them and they needed the connection of their true love to calm them. Leaning back, but with their arms still around each, Killian looked down at his wife.

"Are you alright my love?" he asked tenderly.

Emma shook her head. She could feel tears gather in her eyes. "No, I'm not. What that woman did to those children, what Amelia went through, it was horrendous. Killian, what are we going to do?"

Killian lifted his hand to cup her cheek. "We are going to do everything in our power to protect her," he reassured her..

Emma nodded as she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his. They stood there for a few minutes, soaking each other in before pulling away. Emma took a deep breath to gather herself.

"Okay. First, we need to talk to Regina. Then we need to start setting up search parties. Have them look everywhere for any sign of Gothel. She had to have left some clues behind," she said rapidly

Killian knew that Emma was going into full Savior Mode, taking charge, and taking the fight to the enemy. It was her way of handling the situation, and while he would normally applaud her, he felt she might be rushing into things too fast.

"We will Swan, we will. But I think first, we need to slow down and think things through," he suggested.

Emma stared at him in confusion. "Killian. There is a psycho trying to kidnap Amelia and steal her magic. We need to go on the defensive, try and flush her out," Emma said urgently.

"I know, love. I just think, perhaps, we need to proceed with caution. This Gothel is dangerous and doesn't care who she hurts," Killian reasoned. "I agree that calling Regina is our next step, but maybe we should have a plan in place before sending out search parties."

Emma calmed at her husband's explanation. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just she's out there right now, we have no idea where she is, or how to stop her and..." she trailed off.

"Shh. We'll find her, and we'll stop her, Swan," he said confidently.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because. If there is one thing I have learned over the years, it's that we make quite a team," Killian replied vehemently.

Emma smiled. He always knew exactly what to say to make her feel better. "That we do." She leaned forward to press another kiss to him lips when a scream rang out through the air. They both reeled back in shock, knowing exactly where it was coming from… Amelia.

Racing up the stairs, they rushed into the room where Amelia was sleeping. Finding her thrashing on the bed, clearly in the throws of a nightmare.

"No! Please! Let me go!" she screamed in terror.

Emma immediately sought to rouse her. "Amelia. Honey wake up," she said, gently stroking her hair. The little girl's eyes flew open, instantly darting around the room in a panic until they finally settled on Emma and Killian. A second later her arms were around Emma and her head buried in her chest. "Shh. Shh. You're okay," Emma soothed as her own arms went around Amelia.

Killian reached over form his spot next to Emma and cupped the back of Amelia's head. "It's alright, darling, it was just a dream," he crooned softly.

Amelia shook her head. "She was after me," she said, her voice trembling.

Emma and Killian's eyes met, both knowing exactly who she was. "Hey," Emma said as she pulled back, bringing her hands up to cup Amelia's face. "Nobody is going to get you," she told her.

Amelia nodded her head, calming slightly at Emma's assurance.

"She's right, lass. We promise we will do everything in our power to protect you," Killian declared.

Emma could still see some unease in Amelia. "Hey! You know what always makes me feel better when I'm upset?" Emma paused. "A nice big cup of hot chocolate. Does that sound good?" Emma asked, watching as Amelia's eyes lit up and a big smile spread across her face.

"Oh! Yes, please!" Amelia said in excitement. The three of them headed down to the kitchen where Emma began to prepare their sweet treat.

Killian went over to the cabinet to grab the mugs, bringing them over to Emma. "What do we do now?" Killian wondered.

"What do you mean?" Emma asked curiously as she poured the chocolatey liquid into the mugs.

Killian glanced back at Amelia who was sitting at the kitchen table. "About what happened was so scared, Swan," he responded, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

Emma turned sideways to look at him. "I know, babe. Unfortunately, there isn't much we can do for her except try and take her mind off of it, and be there for her if she wants to talk about it," she whispered so Amelia wouldn't over hear them.

"Aye, I suppose your right," he sighed.

Emma gave his arm squeeze. She turned back to the counter to squirt whipped cream and add a dash of cinnamon to the hot chocolate. She and Killian grabbed the mugs and made their way over to the table. "Here you go," she smiled, setting the cup down in front of Amelia as they joined her at the table.

Amelia took a sip of the sugary confection. "Mmm! That's so good!" she said happily. "Thank you!"

"You are very welcome, sweetheart," Emma said affectionately.

After they were finished Emma stood to take the mugs to the sink. As she did, Amelia moved to sit closer to Killian. "What happened to your hand?" she asked innocently, gesturing toward his hook.

Killian tensed, unsure of what to say. "I lost it a very long time ago," he told her.

Amelia tilted her head to one side. "How did you lose it?" she asked curiously.

Killian decided to go with the truth. "Someone not nice cut it off," he told her.

Amelia's eyes went wide. "Did it hurt?"

"Aye. It did," he said, wincing slightly at the memory.

Amelia reached over and placed her hand on the curve of his hook. "I'm sorry," she said sweetly.

Killian smiled. A little jolt of happiness went through him at the thought of her caring for him. "Thank you, little love, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

Emma smiled as she overheard their conversation. She knew how Killian felt about his hook, sometimes thinking that it was a tainted part of himself. He'd always been wary about letting children near it, so having Amelia not even hesitant to reach for it warmed her heart for him.

Her phone ringing broke her from her musing, and she picked it up from the counter. "Hello? Regina? Wh… Slow down, what's wrong?" she paused, listening to the woman on the other end of the line. "Okay, Yeah. I'll be right there."

Killian stood and walked over to her. "Is everything alright, Swan?" he asked.

"I don't know. Regina didn't tell me anything, just to meet her in her office," she explained.

"Do you want me to came with you?" Killian inquired.

Emma shook her head. "No. One of us needs to stay with Amelia. I know. Why don't you take Amelia back to the convent to get her things, since she will be staying with us. When you're done, call me and we'll meet at Granny's," she suggested.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, love? I mean, what if Gothel shows her face," Killian said pensively.

Emma sighed. "I know it's a risk, but if we've learned anything over the year's it's that we can't just hide away because there is a villian after us."

"That's very optimistic of you, love. Alright, I'll ask Henry if he wishes to accompany us," Killian said.

"Well someone once said we have to live our lives during a crisis," Emma said smiling at him slyly.

"This person sounds incredibly smart, wise, and devilishly handsome," Killina said with a raise of his eyebrows.

Emma smirked, moving closer to him. Suddenly remembering Amelia, she quickly glanced over, only to find her watching them. "Later," she said giving him a pointed look.

Killian gave a nod of understanding. "I will definitely be looking forward to it, Mrs. Jones."

Emma went over to Amelia and crouched down in front of her. "Hey, I have to leave for a little while, okay? But Killian is going to stay with you He's going to take you to get your things at the convent, and then I'll be back before you know it."

"You promise," Amelia said quietly.

"Of course, I promise," Emma reassured her.

Amelia only hesitated for a second before leaning forward and wrapped her arms around Emma's neck. "I'll miss you," she said sweetly.

Emma squeezed her eyes shut and held Amelia tight. "I'll miss you, too," she said, trying to contain her emotions.

She stood back up and the three of them walked to door. All of a sudden Emma felt nervous about leaving. "Call me if you need me for anything," she said to Killian.

"Swan, we'll be fine. Try not to worry," Killian assured her. "Now it's probably not wise to keep Regina waiting for to much longer, you know how she gets," he said before giving her a kiss goodbye.

They watched as Emma got into the bug. After she drove off Killian turned to Amelia. "Are you ready to head out?" he asked the little girl

Amelia nodded her head. "Yes!" she said enthusiastically.

"Alright, why don"t you go get changed, and then we will be on our way," he said smiling as Amelia hurried up the stairs.

While she was upstairs, Killian called Henry and asked him if he wanted to meet them at the convent. "Okay, lad. We'll see you there," he responded to his son before hanging up the phone just when Amelia came back downstairs. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yep!" Amelia exclaimed.

The two of them headed out to the other Jones family vehicle. Right after Emma had made him the deputy, she told him that it might be a good idea for him to learn how to drive. At first he balked at the suggestion, saying he didn't need to, that they could just go on calls together. Except that wasn't always the case, sometimes they would receive multiple calls at the same time and he found it frustrating trying to reach them on foot. So he relented, and Emma procured what was called a Jeep. It took some time, but he was finally at a place where he felt comfortable driving without Emma.

He helped Amelia into the Jeep and made sure that her seat belt was fastened before getting in. As they drove through town Killian couldn't help but be on high alert. Looking for any sign of their enemy, only to realize he had no idea what Gothel looked like. Pulling into the driveway of the convent, he immediately spotted Henry by the front steps waiting for them. When he put the car into park, he turned to Amelia.

"Look who's here," he said, gesturing toward Henry.

A big smile spread across her face. "Henry!" she said excitedly. Unbuckling her seat belt, she leaped from the Jeep and straight over to him. "Are you here to help?" she said hopefully.

Henry nodded his head. "I sure am," he said smiling down at her.

"Yay!" she said happily as she grabbed ahold of his hand.

Killian smiled as he made his way over to them, happy that they were getting along in such a short period of time. "How did the research go, lad?"

Henry shook his head. "I couldn't find anything about a fairy named Gothel that was sent to a dark realm," he said reluctantly.

Killian clasped him on the shoulder. "It's alright, son. We'll find something on her. Hopefully about who helped her escape, and where she is," he said.

"Look no further, Captain," a voice called out from behind him.

Killian whirled around, immediately putting himself between Henry and Amelia and the woman before him. "Gothel," he growled.

"It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, but if you don't mind, I believe you have something that belongs to me," she said, her eyes fixated on Amelia.

"You'll have to get through me first," he said. Instantly reaching for his sword, only to realize in horror that he left it in the truck.

"Gladly," she smiled. Giving him no time to react before sending a bolt of magic his way.

The End.