Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time
AN: Thank you to GranddaughterOfCaskettAndTivia for all her help on this! ~ XOXO MAS
Let my love be the light that guides you home
"I'm sorry I left the hospital. I thought I could catch Killian before he left."
"Emma?"
Emma's mouth dropped open at the lilting English voice that was distinctly male. She turned her head towards the door slowly. "Killian," she murmured. She'd been expecting a very angry Regina yelling at her about making rash decisions (now that Emma considered Regina's earlier words, it appeared that she was right, Emma was prone to that).
"Bloody hell, lass, what in the seven seas are you doing here?" He was by her side in the next instant, he missed the entryway table entirely as he went skidding towards her and his keys and phone landed with a clatter on the floor. "You should be in the hospital. You were shot, Emma." He shook his head and held his hand out to her. "Come along, I'll take you back."
She held up a hand stopping him. "First of all," she took a breath, "I really don't want to move again for a while."
"You shouldn't be moving in the first place. And you shouldn't be wearing real clothes either." He frowned down at her. "What on earth are you doing here?"
"I came here to stop you." Her voice was just barely above a whisper.
"To stop me?" He asked slowly.
"To stop you from going away," she elaborated.
He scrubbed his hand over his face. "Damnation, woman, you're enough to drive a man batty."
She shrugged, a slightly guilty look marring her features. "Sorry?"
He sighed and dropped to his knees next to her. "At least let me take you to the hospital. We can discuss your continuously changing mind there."
She was already shaking her head. "Just help me to the sofa, I need to stretch out."
"If you're staying here, you're going to lie in a bed," he argued.
"That's upstairs, Killian. I'm not doing stairs again," She moaned.
"You took stairs alone?" He let out a groan. "Why am I surprised?" He sighed. "Fine, the sofa, but you're getting out of those clothes and I'm checking to make sure you haven't ripped any stitches," he ordered. Before helping her up he moved all the cushions off the sofa and darted upstairs, coming back down with one his t-shirts, a couple of pillows and a blanket. "Victor is going to kill you."
"He went back to Maine. It's Regina I'm scared of."
"And you bloody well should be. You left without telling her, didn't you?" He asked, kneeling to pull off her boots.
"I left without telling anyone because I wanted to get here before you left and I didn't think you'd answer your phone. And I figured anyone else would hold me up. Also, I didn't want time to second guess myself," she replied. "I was wrong, Killian. You were right and I was wrong and I do trust you. At least I think I can. You're just going to have to bear with me and-"
He had her face in his hands the next moment, pressing a hard kiss to her lips. She mewled into it, slightly surprised by the force behind it. "You are definitely going to be the death of me," he muttered, pressing feather light kisses all over her face. "I'll never be bored with you."
She hummed, drawing his mouth back to hers. "Why? Did you want to be bored?"
He growled. "What I've wanted is you, but you're infuriatingly stubborn and keep pushing me away." He kissed her again hard, momentarily forgetting about her stitches as he tried to pull her closer.
She let out a groan, one mixed with the pain from her injury and relief that he was here and he was kissing her like he wasn't going to let her go, like he wanted to devour her. When he pulled back she pressed her forehead against his. "I'm so sorry, Killian."
He shook his head. "Enough apologies." He looked down at her. "Here, let's get you on the sofa." Very carefully, he helped her up and towards the sofa. "This should be more comfortable." He handed her his t-shirt, suddenly unsure if he should be in the same room.
"You've seen me naked before, Killian," she reminded him as her hands moved to the buttons of Regina's blouse.
He flushed adorably and scratched the back of his ear. "I didn't want to presume." When she winced as she moved to slip it off her shoulders, he moved behind her. "Here, let me help, love." Carefully, he helped her out of her clothes and into his t-shirt before laying her out on his sofa. "I should call Regina and let her know you're safe," he murmured.
Emma nodded. "I suppose so. She's probably freaking out right now." Killian chuckled, rising to grab his cell phone.
"Regina?"
"Thank God, Killian, Emma's gone!"
"Yes, she's with me. She showed up at my apartment."
"Your apartment." There was a brief pause. "I'm going to kill her. Of all the times and ways to take my advice."
"Let's not kill her just yet, okay? I'll get her back to the hospital," Killian promised. "But I'm going to let her rest for a bit. Okay?"
"Fine," Regina growled. "But she needs to get back here, she was shot for god's sake."
"I'm aware of what happened, Regina. She's a bit on the thin side right now, though. I'm hesitant to move her. Why don't you see if Dr. Fields' can come here?" He suggested. He ignored Regina's continued grumbling and waited until she agreed to hang up the phone.
"Regina's going to bring the doctor here?" Emma asked hopefully.
Killian nodded. "Aye, love, so you're going to rest. And eventually we are going to move you upstairs to a proper bed."
Emma sighed. "Fine, but for now just come sit with me?" She asked.
Killian nodded, lifting her legs and settling down with them in his lap. "You're sure this time, right, Emma?" He watched as she chewed on her lip, contemplating his question. "I can't be dragged around too much more. I want to be with you more than anything, but-"
"I know, Killian. I know, you're just going to have to be patient with me. Okay?" She asked.
He shifted his position, moving to hover over her. "I've all the time in the world, besides, I'm nothing if not a patient man," he reminded.
She rolled her eyes and snorted. "Just kiss me already."
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Kate tipped her chair back, continuing to peruse Neal's file while they waited on his attorney. He was refusing to speak, and that was fine by her. She, Esposito, Ryan and Robin spent the time acquainting themselves with what every law enforcement agency in the country new about Neal and his father. Ryan whistled. "Wow, look at this." He passed his file around.
Robin chuckled. "The Feds are going to love that," he commented.
"No kidding, I bet they could ask for the death penalty for it," Esposito agreed.
"And get it." Beckett glanced at her watch. "Your attorney always this late? Now that we've got this stuff, I'm ready to get started," she admitted. "I could use a drink."
"Not to worry, Detectives, I'm here." The door pushed open and an older man appeared. "I hope my client hasn't said anything."
"Other than I want an attorney, nope," Beckett quipped. "Doesn't matter though, because now I'm just going to tell you what I would tell him. I don't need a confession, I have witnesses, I have evidence, I have this." She waved a file in the air. "You won't do him any good. And his father is going down for the death penalty I'm sure and I'm certainly going after it for you. It was not very nice to meet you, Neal, but it was nice to shoot and arrest you." She saluted the attorney. "Have a good day."
She had her hand on the door when Neal called out. "Wait!"
She paused and sighed. "What?" She crossed her arms. "I'm tired and I want to go home. Apparently there is an author there who loves me, so I'd like to enjoy a few quiet moments with him."
He motioned to his attorney, whispering to him. The attorney nodded and stood. "We'll make a deal."
"I don't need a deal," Kate snapped.
"You take the death penalty off the table for both Mr. Cassidy and his father and Neal will confess to his crimes and tell you something you want to know that's not in those files," he bargained.
Kate considered it for a moment. "No," she decided.
"It's about your mother," Neal rasped. "I know who killed her and why."
Kate paused again, swallowing hard. Esposito slid behind her. "Take the offer to the DA, see what they say and what Montgomery says. We could put a lot of people away for this."
Beckett nodded. "We'll see." She threw the door open, yanking her cell phone out to call Captain Montgomery. The last thing she wanted was for either Neal or Gold to walk. They'd promised Emma they wouldn't let him go.
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Dr. Fields' stared down at Emma. "You don't disconnect your IVs again. Do you understand me?" He snapped. "I have never met a worse patient in my life," he muttered.
"Yes, Dr. Fields." Emma sighed. "Sorry."
He grumbled, packing up his things and leaving them with instructions for Emma. "I can't believe you pulled a stunt like that." Regina crossed her arms. "Do you know how worried I've been?"
"Sorry, Regina."
The mayor growled. "Look, I'm going to pick up Henry and Roland. I'll grab dinner on our way home. Just don't do anything else stupid."
When the door shut, Emma sighed. "She makes my blood pressure sky rocket."
"She does that to all of us," Killian agreed.
Emma moved around the sofa until she could pat the spot behind her, letting out a content hum when Killian settled in behind her. "We can do this, right? We can make this work?"
His hands ghosted lightly over her stomach. "Aye, love, I think we can. And I think it can be something great."
"And Neal and Gold?" Emma asked softly.
"Will go away for a very long time I'm sure," he whispered confidently. "Just relax, love. Everything is going to finally settle down."
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One Week Later
Kate hugged Emma carefully. "Please take care of yourself and get better."
Emma nodded. "I promise I will," she assured her friend. "You do the same. Are you sure you're going to be alright?"
Kate smiled confidently. "We have a name. That's more than enough to start with. I'll find who killed my mom. I know it. And as for Neal and Gold, well, they think they got a sweet deal, but they really didn't. They're both going to die in prison."
"What about their connections with the outside world?" Emma asked. "Can't they pass on orders or something?"
Esposito chuckled. "I think it got out that they'll talk to cops." He shrugged unapologetically. "Oops?"
"Don't worry about Neal and Gold," Ryan advised. "There are so many different departments after them, they're not going anywhere. Just because they made a deal with the NYPD doesn't mean they'll have a chance at getting out. The Scots want a crack at Gold as well. They'll be locked up for a good long time."
Emma hugged them all one more time. "Thank you. And we'll see you guys up in Maine soon," she murmured. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to the top of Henry's head and laced her fingers with Killian's. "Let's go home."
"Aye, love, let's go home," Killian agreed softly, guiding her to Regina's car and helping her down into it. With one last wave, they were gone, heading back to Maine. As Killian reached over the center console to lace his hand with Emma's, he hoped that they would be able to fall into a quieter life together.
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XOXO
MAS