EMMA

She had no idea what to do about this mess that they were in, half naked down an alley in London, in nothing but her naughtiest undies. (Fine-second naughtiest) She would have preferred the nasty ones of yesterday to this getup. At least they were comfortable. Trying to run for your life in a corset thingy was totally unreasonable. Killian at least had nice soft cotton boxers.

Thank god she remember who the voice was BEFORE they lost their clothes to the shower. You know, that and before they were blown to bits. She didn't want to die a Killian-virgin. It would be so unfair after all this build up. Especially now that she had seen most of the man, and felt the parts she hadn't.

Emma was not sure, but she believed that who ever broke into the apartment and tried to kill them, did not see them escape. The shower was going to hide the noise they made, and they were out of view by the time they rounded to the bathroom. The fact that they failed to chase and she could hear them shoot through the bathroom door made it very likely they did not know they were wandering around helpless out here in their undies. Hopefully, they will see that bad porno video still on the laptop, and think that it was a big set up and they were long gone... and far more clever than they actually had been.

She had to justify that video somehow...

What the hell where they going to do? Who the hell would help them? It occurred to her the same time that it seemed to come to him, as they looked at each other , in unison and said

"Victor"

"I know where he lives, it is about eight blocks this way" Killian said, grabbing Emma's hand as they lightly jogged through the back alleys in what Emma hoped was the right direction. His hand felt so warm, and it was strange how nice it felt, at a time like this. Jesus that chest was distracting...

They tried to do what they could to avoid people, under the strategy the less people that saw them the better, and you know, also, as they were both almost naked. That said, not running into people in the streets of London was impossible and they decided the best way to handle it was to brazen it out, boldly, like nothing was wrong or unusual about their mode of dress, taking turns giving explanations as why they were in the streets of London at 8pm in their nickers to every new person or group that they accidentally encountered

"We lost a bet and have to do ten blocks like this..."

"We are walking for breast cancer and colon cancer awareness please donate"

"We are off to swim in the Thames, we hear the water is so clear this time of year.."

"We are a walking art installment, from the Gallery of London to bring attention to the artistic beauty of the human form"

"We are going to a costume party as Victoria Secret underwear models"

"We ARE Victoria Secret underwear models, and we have a difficult time leaving work at work..."

Given the fact that neither one of them hurt peoples eyes, the interest they attracted was more... interested, then upset or outrage. Apparently there were stranger things on the streets of London then them.

The trickier part was getting security to pass them without them buzzing Victor. Given how upset Gold was at the lost of this information, and that Victor was second in command behind Killian, it seemed very likely to both of them that Victors home would be bugged as well. They not only needed to get Victor to let them in, but they needed to do it silently without him advertising their presence. And neither of them had their phones anymore to text.

Well, she should have know that just breaking the password and handing it over to that David somebody seemed to easy. From now on she would view ease with only the deepest darkest suspicion...

She sighed, as it was her turn to come up with the explanation for their attire, this time for the doorman of Victors complex. She smiled her best, most flirtatious smile

"We would like to go up to apartment 438 please, but don't buzz him"

"I am sorry miss, but there is a strict policy to announce all visitors"

Emma batted her eyes, and touched the mans arm, stroking it. She would rather punch him in the face and run then flirt with this crusty old fellow, who smelled faintly of tobacco and strongly of body odour, but she need to take one for the team here. She shuddered as he was to busy looking at her get up to look at her face, and Killian, unhelpful just stood there shaking his head no, no, no at her in warning, knowing full well she preferred a different approach...

"Sweetie (she almost choked on the word), can you make an exception? We are a speciality singing telegram from "Sexy Singers" for Victors 35 birthday and if you buzz him you will ruin the surprise." "It is a little naughty but harmless good fun..." It took two more arm pats, several eye batting and (gross) a deliberate view of cleavage for them to be finally waived through without an announcement.

Now came the fun part... dealing with Victor, in silence. At least, although he was a womanizer, he was a trustworthy one. Killian had faith that while Victor may cop a feel he would not call a cop, and Emma had faith in Killian.

They knocked on the door, with Emma and Killian both signalling Victor, when he opened the door surprised to be silent.

Victor, far too excited at what appeared to be a very nice surprise present tried to talk regardless, and Emma had no choice but to leap towards him and put her hands over his mouth, tugging at his ear to signal that someone was listening.

Victor nodded at them happily, his eyes sparkling, clearly misinterpreting this all as some sort of sex game. Killian, dashed around Victor into his home, searching for something to write on, while Emma let go, motioning with her hands to Victor that if he made a sound they were leaving. It all looked very much like a naughty version of charades.

Emma could only describe the look on Victor face, as a very clear "Oh yeah" of excitement as he took her in. He even nodded his head up and down, shaking his eyebrows. He pointed to her outfit, giving it the thumbs up, clearly preferring it over the disaster bra she was in yesterday. God damn it. He was looking like he was undressing her with his eyes... which given her state of undress, seemed really unnecessary.

Killian came back with a note pad and pen, leaving Emma with Victor again to flick the television on it the background, which (Jesus Christ- will this crap not stop) was inconveniently turned to a porn channel by Victor. Killian quickly changed it to the loudest action movie her could find, as Victor really did not need any encouragement from the goofy look on his face. Gross. Emma made a mental note to avoid the Kleenex box nearby at all costs.

Killian started writing notes to Victor, about Gold, being bugged, the US military being after them, the need for silence but the story was so crazy, their outfits so revealing, combined with the closet incident so tempting, Victor just kept grinning wider, sure sure...refusing to beleive anything other than what he wanted it to be. Emma almost laughed out loud at the frustrated look on Killians face as Victor pinched his ass.

Seeing that this stragety was not working, Emma decided a new tactic...booze and pills. She ran to Victors bathroom, pillaging his medicine cabinet until she found sleeping pills, leaving Killian for a change to discourage fumbled advances.

Victor was keeping his hands off Killian only as he started his own raunchy strip show for him, shedding individually each piece of his clothes... . .underwear. Poor Killian, some things especially when waved right in front of you could not be unseen...

She found the liquor cabinet, poured a stiff drink for Victor, and a more mellow one for them, trying to remove the telltale signs of the S on the pill then giving up, grinding them and putting the dose behind the mens back in one of the whiskeys. She wrote "to get us started... whiskey" to Victor, praying the combination worked fast as she watched him eagerly consume it. Shit, she hoped that was the right drink. They all looked the same. Hers tasted fine so it must have been. She handed Killian his drink, and before she had a chance to check his, Victor lost his patience and pounced on Emma, grabbing her breast and Emma lost her patience and smashed Victor in the head with a lamp... Knocking him unconscious, a little off but not too bad from the action on the T.V.

She shrugged at Killian as if to say "I tried" and they pillaged Victors home for clothing, cash and a bag of Oreo cookies, as in the excitement Emma again missed dinner. For the record, the white middle tasted just as good dunked in Whisky as in milk.

Now they had money, badly fitting menswear, Victors cell phone and snacks. They both looked a little sad at the others more fully covered flesh.

She looked at Killian, taking the time to give him a small kiss, whispering in his ear

"Now what?"

Killian, quickly writing an apology note to Victor, left it on his chest and after searching his pockets, from his discarded pants held up his car keys and smiled and raised an eyebrow, as he shook them softly.

Emma looked at Victors couch, which reminded her of the futon contemplating whether they had time...

Then she looked at the Kleenex box, Victor, his nude body on full display, his television habits and the suspicious presence of body lotion and shuttered... No thank you.