Killian has been driving around for half an hour now and he has no clue where to look. Where would he take her? He knows nothing about Neal besides he is a deadbeat. Killian pulls over and slams his hands on the steering wheel. He can't stand the thought of Emma with Neal. He could be hurting her again. He has to find her now. He takes a breath. Alright, where would someone go if they wouldn't want to be found? The kissing rock? A lot of teenagers go there to make out. It would be easy to be spotted there, so no. Killian's phone rings. He jumps and answers it.
"Hello," Killian says.
"Killian, its David. We got a call from Neal… Can you come by the house? He had a request," David says uneasily.
"Be there soon," Killian says then hangs up. He starts his car and speeds off to Emma's house.
Neal has disappeared into an office that Emma failed to notice the first time around. Isn't anyone looking for her? Why is she still here? He comes out after about half an hour. A grin on his face. The smug bastard. She would like to wipe that grin of his face. Make him feel like nothing. He has a roll of duct tape and a knife in his hand. He kneels behind her and starts to cut away the duct tape from the chair.
"Do anything stupid I will cut you," he threatens. She nods. Her wrist are finally free, for a moment. Neal take the duct tapes and wraps her hands together behind her back. Neal throws the knife to the ground. He stands and pulls her up with him. Emma's head is still throbbing. He drags her over to the door. He slowly opens the door. Neal grabs Emma and pushes her out first. She trips over her feet and falls. Neal roughly picks her up. He shoves the gun into her back.
"Walk. We are meeting someone," He whispers. Her stomach twists at his breath on the back of her neck. He guides her to the end of one of the docks. Emma feels dizzy. The blood on her head is dried, but she still feels like she is going to faint.
"Is there anyway I could sit down?" Emma asks weakly. He digs the gun further into her back.
"No, are you trying to pull a fast one on me?" he growls at her.
"What? No. I just feel dizzy," Emma mumbles and closes her eyes. Neal presses her back against him and presses the gun barrel against her temple.
"Your lover boy is here, come on look at him," Neal whispers in her ear. Her head snaps up and her eyes open. Killian is at the other end of the dock. Her heart beat quickens. His brow is furrowed and he has a briefcase in one hand. Killian has jeans and a hoodie on. God he's hot. How can I be thinking that? I could die at any moment and I am thinking about how hot Killian is.
"Alright pretty boy bring me the money and you get my sloppy seconds," Neal says with a smirk. Killian's jaw tenses.
"No. Why is there blood on her head? You said she was fine," Killian growls.
"She had to pay for her smart mouth. Now give me the money or I will kill her." Neal orders. Silently he brings over the suit case and sets it right in front of Neal.
"Now, let Emma go," Killian says through gritted teeth.
"No, hand me the briefcase," Neal orders. Killian slowly bends down and picks up the briefcase. Neal reaches for the briefcase with the hand not holding the gun. Killian moves closer until Neal can grab the handle the briefcase. Neal quickly moves the gun away from Emma and points the gun at Killian. Emma gasps. Neal fires the gun and the bullet barrels through Killian. Killian grasps his side and stumbles back a couple steps.
"NO!" Emma screams. Killian falls to the ground. Neal pushes Emma to the ground and she falls flat on her face. Neal runs to the end of the dock where two police patrol cars pull up. The cops get out and point their guns at Neal.
"Drop the gun! Drop it now!" They shout at Neal. He does as they say. Emma crawls over to Killian. His hoodie is stained with blood from where he was shot. It looks like he was shot in the stomach. She grabs his hand and applies pressure. Tears fall from her eyes.
"Killian can you hear me?" Emma asks shakily. He groans then his eyes flutter open.
"Yes, love. Are you alright?" He tries to sit up, but she keep him down.
"Yes. Now you need to stay down until we can get you to the hospital. Keep the pressure on that," She says as calmly as she can. Killian nods. She looks around and one of the police are loading Neal into one of the patrol cars.
"Hello, we're going to need an ambulance. He's been shot!" Emma yells at the cops. One of them nods and goes to the radio in his car. She lets out a sigh of relief. She turns back to Killian.
"I'm assuming we won the game," She says as she brushes the hair out of his eyes.
"Ah, yes. Did you expect anything else?" He says with a smirk. She keeps playing with his hair.
"No, nothing less than victory. I am so sorry I got you involved in this. You're hurt now because of me. This is exactly what I was afraid of," Emma says through the tears streaming down her face. Killian uses his free hand and wipes away her tears.
"Stop crying, love. Emma Swan the truth is I wouldn't do this for anyone else. I think I may be falling in love with you," He looks into her eyes. She gasps. She leans down and kisses him. His free hand snakes up her back and pulls her closer to him. She deepens the kiss. He opens his lips and her tongue slides in.
"Excuse me," the cop says. They jump apart. Killian grabs her hand. Emma sees the ambulance at the end of the docks. Two EMTs are heading towards them.
"Yes?" Emma responds.
"We are going to need a statement to what has happened here. You look like both of you need to go to the hospital, so we will be in contact soon," He says. Emma nods and he walks away. The EMTs reach them and they load Killian onto a stretcher. Emma has to let go of his hand. One of the EMTs looks her over.
"Honey, you're coming with us," the woman says kindly. They carry Killian off the dock and Emma follows them.
"Emma… Emma," Killian moans.
"Its okay. I am right behind you," Emma reassures him. They load into the ambulance and Emma grabs his hand again. Emma is starting to feel dizzy again. The lady EMT guides Emma so she lies down on another stretcher. Emma's grip on Killian's hand loosens and falls from her hand. The EMT keeps Emma awake by chatting her ear off.