A/N - Y'all are lucky that you get another chapter so soon! ;) This one was nearly complete so I figured I'd just finish and post it.

Enjoy!

Emma shivered in her damp pajamas. The cellar was dark and wet. In reality it had only been hours, but to her it felt like days, weeks even. But, she had a plan and as soon as she no longer heard footsteps overhead she'd begin enacting it.

The footsteps slowed, just like she'd hoped, finally hearing a thud hopeful that meant that either her captor had drunk himself silly and passed out or he had gone to sleep. It really didn't matter at this point, all that did matter was the fact that if she could get that damn door then she'd be free.

Her mind drifted back to earlier when she'd been thrown across the cellar much like a rag doll. She'd landed on her knees and in her best effort to fool the jerk into thinking he'd hurt her more than was actually true, she slumped against the wall, slouching down and shutting her eyes as a whimper escaped her mouth.

"Yeah, that's right! You think about what you've done!" The voice growled as the footsteps retreated.

Killian was nearly out of his mind with concern as he paced his apartment waiting for any news on his Swan.

They'd gotten their hands on all the reports, checked out the traffic cameras, even talked to a few patrons of a local bar. All led to dead ends. Dead ends with no news on Emma's whereabouts.

He'd be lying, though if he said he hadn't gotten sick to his stomach when they got a match on the car...finally.

Trying to fit the pieces together and in nearly blinding pain, Emma crawled toward the light. She tried the handle, nothing. "Crap." She whispered, frustrated that it was going to take more effort on her part.

Gathering her strength, as best she could Emma hurled herself at the door with as much force as she could muster in her current state. The door busted open, momentarily startling her and leaving her lying on the sidewalk.

The cool damp air hit her skin with a welcome presence. She blinked against the gray sky, willing her eyes to work. As they adjusted to the stark difference, her eyes bolted around to asses her location.

Suddenly her eyes landed on what she hoped would be her saving grace. It was just a dumpster, but to her, it looked like the best damn camouflage out there and it was only a half a block away. Through her stone cold determination and gritted teeth, Emma limped toward the giant piece of metal. She just knew she needed to put some distance between her and that awful place.

As she reached the dumpster, her body succumbed to the pain and she collapsed. She found a cardboard box and crawled inside, pulling some garbage bags around to conceal her as much as possible. Every little noise sent her mind into a tailspin hoping that it was not her captor. Silent prayers were sent up, prayers that Killian would find her and take her back to safety.

While the rest of their team had set up at the precinct, Killian took to driving the streets in hopes of finding anything that would lead them to Emma.

After a couple of hours of driving, his nerves not calming much, but after a call from David with news that they had a name matched with the car and an address, Killian turned the car around. As he did, though, he caught a tiny glimpse of what appeared to be some fabric spilling out between garbage bags. As his eyes focused on the print, he just about lost his mind. "Emma!" He shouted from behind the wheel.

Those were Emma's pajamas. "Breathe, Killian. This might be a trap." He coached himself, knowing that if he made a rash move, it might get them into a much deeper issue. Instead he dialed David's number. "Dave?" "Killian, what is it?" Killian grasped the steering wheel as he spoke. "There's…there's some fabric by this dumpster that looks like Emma's pajamas. I want to go see…" His breathing was shallow as his voice trailed off. David swallowed hard. Emma. "Okay, where are you? I'll be right there along with a team. Hang tight. We'll be there in five."

Five minutes passed, feeling much more like five hours. He could barely stand the thought of leaving Emma there for even that short time. She was undoubtedly in pain, what if she was barely alive? No, he couldn't let himself go there.

Suddenly his attention was drawn to the dark Charger that pulled up behind him. Looking in the rearview mirror he caught a glimpse of David.

Emma heard car doors being slammed, but she dared herself not to move at the sounds. Fearing the worst, that her kidnapper had hunted her down and she was now in for another dose of his revenge.

To her sheer relief and surprise, came a voice, a voice that she knew to be distinctly Killian's. Relief washed over a thousand times. There it was again, "Swan?"

Her pain addled brain barely functioning, Emma shoved a couple of the dark bags to get a look at the person. But just as she managed to focus, Killian turned at the sound of plastic rustling. His face pale, he moved faster than anyone would think possible to her side. "Emma!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her, embracing her as only he could. "Are you okay, love?" She nodded, labored breaths racking her body, swimming in pain she took a breath to verbally answer, but instead she passed out everything suddenly too much for her to take in.

"Swan! Stay with me Swan!" Killian screamed as he cradled her injured body as carefully as he could, rushing toward the waiting ambulance. He laid her down on the stretcher and with a quick kiss on the forehead, he stepped back and let the paramedics do their job.

For a moment, he stood and watched the team work. A strong hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality. "We found her, Killian. Everything's going to be okay." Killian nodded, his emotions too high to say anything. "Why don't we head to the hospital? I know Emma will want to see you when she wakes up." "That sounds like a good plan. Thanks, Dave."

The sun was setting as Killian was escorted to Emma's room. She'd been admitted simply for observation and to manage her pain level. The doctor assured him that she was fine, barring her ankle, on which he had completed a thorough exam and had scans done. Surprisingly everything was still in tact and the team had re-splinted it.

Gravity hit Killian like a ton of bricks as he entered her room. Her skin pale and her ankle set on a stack of pillows to aid in bringing the swelling down. Emma's eyes were closed, he figured she was asleep. But as soon as she sensed his movement, her eyes fluttered. "Killian, you're here... you found me." It was almost whispered, but he didn't miss it for anything as he reached in to squeeze her hand. "I will always find you, love." He whispered through a weary smile.

The next few hours were filled with a handful of visitors, mainly coworkers intermingled with a few friends. The doctor had promised she could go home in the morning if everything was still under control.

The sun shone brightly as Killian cracked the blinds open. It was a glorious day in New York and a smile lit Emma's face as soon as she was given the "all clear" to head home.