Author's note: The Swan Jones trio is back. Being on vacation has given me time to get some serious writing done. Woot! This is more of a transition chapter; the gang is returning home very soon. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 4

"How are you doing?"

Emma took a sip of the tea Killian had made for her before answering. It was such a loaded question. Physically, she was healing. Her bruises were slowly yellowing and fading; she would get her stitches out soon. Her forearms were still tender, but they were on the mend. She had two fantastic nurses to see to her every need. Liam and Killian would hardly allow her to lift a finger, sharing her baths, her meals, their bed. The pajama bottoms and top were the most clothes she'd worn since getting out of the hospital. They'd spent the first couple of days locked away; Emma hadn't been up to seeing their friends, as grateful as she was for their presence. She wanted to feel more like herself first.

Still, nightmares plagued her. The doctors had offered her a sedative, so she could sleep, but Emma refused. Aside from over the counter pain medication (which she no longer needed), she was extremely reluctant to take anything that would make her hazy of fuzzy. She'd rather have the nightmares. Every night since her rescue, she awoke in a cold sweat, heart racing, panic seizing her limbs. Each time her boys were right there, soothing her with words and touch. They never complained, never made her feel ashamed for her fear. They were simply there for her, and she was so, so grateful.

"Better, I think," she said at last. "Still haven't managed to sleep through the night, but the guys don't seem to mind."

"I can't imagine what you've been through," Mary Margaret sympathized.

"Sorry I've been a bit of a recluse," Emma said quietly. "I'm just not…used to people caring." It was easy to have friends when everyone was hanging out and having a good time. But when the chips were down, and you were the one in need of support, accepting that people cared was much harder.

Mary Margaret laid her hand gently on Emma's arm. "Hey, it's okay. We're here, however you need us to be."

"That means a lot to me. Thank you."

"Any idea when you can go home?" Ruby asked.

Emma shrugged. "Not soon enough. The doctor said I could travel if I didn't have any lingering symptoms of the concussion. My vision's fine and I'm not dizzy. I really want to sleep in my own bed." Emma would be happy if they never returned New York. It had never been her home, and now that her last ties to it were severed, she desperately wanted to return to London.

Ruby smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, if I had that bedroom waiting for me, I'd be eager too," she said slyly.

Emma smiled. "Definitely a perk."

"Do the police need you? Is that what the hold up is?"

Emma nodded. "Sort of. Neal's arraignment is soon. I'll feel better once I know he's not getting out."

"Surely, they have enough to keep him locked up!"

"Multiple people witnessing him murdering one of his people in cold blood when I escaped. He's also being charged with my kidnapping and whatever he was trying to smuggle out along with me." Detective Fa called yesterday, wanting to know if Emma was up to doing an interview with INTERPOL. It wasn't her idea of a good time, but anything she could do to make sure Neal never saw the light of day again was fine with her.

"There's something else, isn't there?" Mary Margaret asked.

Emma nodded. "Yeah. There is one thing I haven't told you." She took another long sip of her tea, needing a moment. "There's no easy way to say this. But Neal was responsible for the bombing at Whitehall."

"WHAT?" Mary Margaret and Ruby said together.

Emma nodded. "I know. It's hard to believe. But his…organization has ties to the Russian mob. Or is Russian mob, I'm not sure. Either way, he selected the target that got hit. He even said he was trying to kill Liam and Killian, so he could get me back."

"Emma, that's…wow," Mary Margaret said at last.

"How could he possibly think you'd want him back?" Ruby asked, incredulous.

"I have no idea," Emma replied. "He's delusional, crazy."

"You don't think he'd try to use that as a defense, do you?"

Emma blanched. "I hadn't even thought of that." Neal was delusional when it came to her, sure. But that couldn't apply to his other crimes, right? She'd have to ask Regina about it later. "Either way, INTERPOL wants to talk to me. The British authorities too."

"That makes sense."

"It does, but it's not getting us home any sooner. This is such a mess."

"You're back, Emma. That's all that matters. And don't you three worry about a thing. Mom and Dad have everything covered, for as long as you need."

That surprised her. "Mary Margaret, that's kind of them, but…"

"No buts. I've already had this discussion with Killian and Liam. Let us do this for you, okay? I just want you to focus on you."

Emma had to blink back tears, profoundly moved by her friends' generosity. "Thank you. Please tell your parents how grateful I am."

The other woman's eyes were wet with tears too. "You and Ruby are the sisters I never had. We're family, Emma."

Emma set her mug aside and leaned across the coffee table to hug her friend. Ruby joined in, making them nearly topple over, but it was worth it. Knowing she still had her friends' love and support was everything.

"We'll let you rest," Mary Margaret said finally. "Call us if you need anything."

"Actually, I do have a favor to ask."

"Shoot."

"Before all this happened, I donated my Bug to a women's shelter. You know, to help other people get back on their feet."

"Emma, that's amazing."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about doing something…I don't know, more? Do you think your mom could help me?"

Mary Margaret nodded. "I'll tell her. I know she'll be happy to help. She's great with charities."

"Thanks, you're the best."

After the pair left, Emma leaned against the door. She was exhausted. She hadn't wanted to admit it to her friends, but her troubled sleep really bothered her. She knew it would take time, but she hated that Neal could be in her head. She wanted him gone. The boys had gone out at her insistence with David, Victor, Robin and Will; she was alone. She wasn't afraid; she just missed them.

A shower. She needed a long hot shower and a nap. By the time she woke up, her boys would be back.

"Emma?" Liam murmured as they entered the room. The front of their suite was empty; he had to fight the urge to panic. Emma was safe. He moved deeper into the suite, Killian behind him. They found Emma in bed, curled up in a ball under the thin sheet. She looked peaceful. "There you are."

Killian pushed some hair back from her face and brushed a featherlight kiss to her temple. "Sleep, my love."

"She must be exhausted."

"Were we any better?"

"And there were two of us," Liam agreed sadly. He'd felt guilty about leaving her, even for a few hours. They hadn't even gone far, just down to the hotel's game room. A couple of rounds of pool weren't a very good distraction; he spent the whole time worried about Emma. Every instinct demanded he get her out of this godforsaken city and take her back home. The sooner that bastard Neal was arraigned the better.

Emma felt the bed dip, stirring her from sleep. "Who's there?" she asked, snapping awake.

"Shh, darling, it's just us," Killian whispered in her ear. His warm hand ran down her arm; Emma instantly relaxed. She was safe. Her boys were with her. She felt soft lips touch her forehead; she smiled.

"Hmm, hey."

Liam smiled back, resting his hand on her hip. She was warm through the sheet—naked too. "You smell nice."

"Shower. It was nice."

"Mary Margaret and Ruby not entertaining enough for you?" Killian teased, burying his nose in her hair.

"No, it was good, spending time with them. But when they left, I missed you. Plus, I was tired. I thought a shower and a nap would help."

Liam touched her cheek. "Help with what, sweetheart?"

"You guys have been really sweet about it, but it's been hard to get a solid night's sleep."

"Emma, you know what the doctor said. You have first hand experience, caring for us. This is the least we can do for you."

"I just want to feel normal again."

"We'll get you home soon. I promise." He touched his lips to hers, every so gently, not expecting anything. He simply wanted to kiss his wife. It was Emma who moved closer, cupping his cheek. His scruff scratched at her skin, but it only emboldened her. "Emma…"

"Shhh, just kiss me. I missed my boys." She slanted her mouth over his, her fingers sinking to his curls. When she touched the seam of his lips with her tongue, he opened, his hand tightening on her hip. Emma moaned into the kiss, a shot of needy possessiveness settling in her core. "Missed you so much."

Killian eased the thin sheet over her body, revealing her lush curves. She only had a few bruises now and even those were healing. She was beautiful, his Swan. Beautiful and so strong. He kissed down her spine, his cock swelling with every sound she made. "We missed you too, lass," he murmured into her skin. Only a few hours away from her were too many. Her abduction was still too fresh; the fear that they almost lost her still not gone completely.

Emma shivered, breaking the kiss and turning. She beckoned Killian up, arching into his hungry kiss. "Next time…I suggest…you go out…ignore me," she breathed between kisses. Beside her, Liam was sliding between her legs, yanking the sheet free of her tangled feet. "Need you."

Killian nodded, swirling his tongue around her areola. "Do you want Liam to taste you, sweet?"

"God yes," she breathed. She eagerly parted her legs, reaching for Liam's curls. "Yes."

Liam's stormy blue eyes melted her insides. Without another word, he lapped at her slit, her sweetness bursting on his tongue. God, he loved this. Emma tightened her grip on his hair, trying to pull him closer. Her neediness when straight to his cock, straining against his pants. "Fucking hell, love."

"Don't stop," she whined. "Please don't stop."

Killian gave her nipple one last hard suck before he forced himself up. He stripped quickly, moaning as his cock sprang free. He caught Emma staring, her eyes locked on his cock. Smirking, he began to stroke himself. "See something you want, darling?"

She wasn't in the mood to be coy about her needs. "I want that cock," she said, licking her lips.

"Do you now?" He climbed up on the bed, kneeling beside her. Emma curled her fingers around him, enjoying the velvety smooth feel of him. She always thought her boys were gorgeous, even their cocks. That might make her strange, but it was true. Liam didn't stop, his tongue doing wicked things to her. "You are so bloody incredible, lass."

Emma bit her lip, losing her focus for a moment as Liam sucked hard on her clit. "Oh shit. Shit."

"Look at how fucking wet she is, brother," Liam murmured. He pressed two fingers into her, fucking her slowly. "So needy."

Emma nodded, rolling her hips into his touch. "God yes." She surged forward, taking Killian between her lips. She sucked on him greedily, rolling her tongue over the swollen belled head. She twisted at the waist to get a better angle, moaning as his fingers gripped her hair.

"Christ, lass," Killian swore as he instinctively began to fuck her mouth.

Liam added a third finger; she was dripping onto the bed. Sucking cock was one of their lover's favorite things; it only increased her need. "Can't wait to fuck this pretty cunt," he whispered, kissing her swollen clit. "So wet and hot for us."

She released Killian with a pop. "I need someone inside me. Please!"

"Take her," Liam said, moving to strip. "Give her what she wants."

Killian nodded. Emma scrambled up on her knees, kissing him deeply. "Love you so much, Killian."

"I love you too, my darling." He lowered them to the bed, settling Emma in his lap, facing away from him. "Now let Liam watch you, lass. He loves watching you."

Emma whimpered softly, angling her hips just right. She moaned in relief as Killian's long thick cock filled her up; there was nothing more important than this intimate connection with the men she loved. She remained still for a long moment, just reveling in the sensation of being filled.

"Emma, sweetheart…so perfect," Killian breathed. He leaned against her back, his large hands cupping her breasts. "Look at her, Liam."

Liam knelt at the end of the bed, riveted. Emma looked blissful, arching into his brother's touch, riding him slowly. She was stunning, lips parted and kiss swollen, her skin flushed, nipples erect. He desperately wanted to capture the moment, but he wasn't sure how she would react. He simply did his best to memorize her.

Emma could feel her lover's eyes on her. Liam's gaze warmed her, made her feel wanted and needed. When she opened her eyes, she beckoned him with a crook of her finger. "Hey sailor."

Liam didn't respond; he simply fused his mouth to hers. He kissed her hungrily, tilting her head back as she took her pleasure from his brother. "So fucking sexy like this, love."

Emma clutched at Liam's forearms, using him as leverage. "Such a voyeur, Liam," she teased.

"Damn right." Whether it was watching her with his brother, the reverse, or having strangers watch her, it didn't matter. Emma loved it, craved it. And so did he. He slipped his fingers down to her clit, stroking her firmly. Emma shuddered, pleasure rolling through her.

"Fuck."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you, love. Very soon. Is that what you need? Both of us?"

She nodded hard. "Oh my god, yes. Please!"

"Take her, Liam. I'll get her ready for you."

Emma whined when Killian slipped from her; she felt so empty without him. Liam took her into his arms, holding her to him as he stretched them out on the bed. Emma kissed him, slowly, thoroughly; his hand wandered her skin. This was exactly she was she meant to be: in his arms. The world just didn't make sense without her anymore.

"I love you, Emma, so, so much."

She smiled at him, pushing herself up so she could take him in. She hissed in pleasure as he penetrated her, her intense arousal easing his passage. "Love you too, Liam." She rolled her lips. "You feel so good inside me." She knew others would try to shame them for what they shared; she accepted that now. But she wasn't going to hide anymore. She loved them both. Needed them both. She ducked down, kissing him deeply. "Need you so much. Both of you."

"We need you too, sweetheart." He threaded his fingers with hers, holding on to her as Killian retuned with the lube. Emma moaned loudly, hips lifting higher in the air as he caressed her. "Killian's going to get you ready," he murmured softly. "Then I'll fill that delectable arse of yours, yeah?"

She nodded, still grinding over his cock like a woman possessed. "Fuck, just hurry. Please!"

Killian squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, using his free hand to part her cheeks. They hadn't taken her like this since she'd come back from the hospital, not wanting to overwhelm her. But they couldn't deny what she needed so badly. Emma's breathing hitched as he slowly worked her open, sliding in one finger, then a second. The stretch was good, her body responding, opening. "More."

Liam gripped her hips, guiding her as she continued to ride him. "Squeeze me, love, wanna feel you."

She obeyed blindly, working her inner muscles over his length. Liam groaned deeply under her, his balls tightening. "Hurry, brother," he gasped. "Fuck, she feels so good."

Killian inserted a third finger, pumping a few times, just to make sure she was ready. They'd done this a hundred times, but the brothers were still big, still thick and long. If they didn't take care of her, they could still hurt her. Emma felt nothing but bliss. "She's ready."

"Straddle Killian, love. Show me that sweet arse."

Emma moved, the sheets twisting under her as she straddled Killian's hips. She didn't take him in yet, capturing his lips in a needy kiss. They fell backwards onto the bed, Emma's ass in the air. Liam moved between his brother's spread legs, one knee on the bed, the other foot planted firmly. Emma wiggled; a loud moan tore from her throat as he pushed inside. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, the burning and stretch searing her. "Fuck yes."

"Fucking hell, she's so tight," Liam breathed, rocking into her slowly. The extra lube eased his passage, but she was strangling him. She felt just as incredible as she had their very first night together, the first time she'd allowed them to have her at the exact same time.

Emma rocked back, needing him to take her harder, deeper. "So good, Liam."

"Loves having her ass filled; don't you, dirty girl?" Killian asked, lightly fingering her clit. "You're dripping all over my hand."

"Fuck yes," she cursed. She needed to come so badly.

"Next time we're gonna fill all three holes," he growled. "Would you like that?"

"Yes!" she screamed as a powerful orgasm gripped her. Liam stilled inside her, letting her ride it out. He wasn't quite ready to follow her. Emma came down quickly, still very aware of Liam's rock hard cock in her ass. "Oh my god, please. Please get inside me, Killian!"

Liam eased her legs wider apart, helping his brother angle her hips just right. Emma gasped as Killian's hips surged forward, taking her deeply. She was spread wide open, vulnerable, helpless to do anything but hang on for the ride.

She loved it so much.

Liam moved first, sliding almost completely from her. This was a dance they knew well, one in, one out, ratcheting up her pleasure with every stroke. She felt like she was melting from the inside out, her boys knowing everything that turned her into a quivering mess.

Killian captured her lips in a kiss, his climax building at the base of his spine. "Feels so good, darling. So good."

"Need to come," she sobbed. "Please!"

Was there anything sweeter than hearing their wife beg for release? The brothers stepped up their rhythm, overwhelming her with sensation. She climaxed in a spray of color, stars popping, her body quivering. She screamed, long and loud, not caring who heard her. Liam followed her quickly, grunting her name as he spilled himself within her. Killian couldn't last, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. Emma collapsed on top of him, completely spent.

At least this time she was conscious.

Liam rolled onto his side, panting. "Damn."

"Aye," Killian agreed, stroking Emma's back lovingly.

"How is she?"

"Perfect," Emma mumbled.

"She's awake?"

Emma reluctantly turned her head. "Yeah. Not sure for how long though."

Liam chuckled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "We've worn you out."

"Only in the best way." She reached out and slipped her hand into his. "I really did miss you, you know."

"We missed you too."

"Wanted to come back almost as soon as we left," Killian confided.

"Do you think this feeling will go away?"

"What feeling is that, love?"

She bit her lip. "While I was…gone, I was so afraid I wouldn't see you guys again." She swallowed. "Neal, he threatened you. If I didn't go with him, then he was going to…" She couldn't finish. "I was already planning to escape, even if I didn't make it. I couldn't…" A tear slipped down her cheek.

Killian wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. "Shhh, it's alright, love. We're right here."

Liam's jaw clenched; he wanted to throttle that asshole for making Emma feel this way. But it was so like her to be more concerned with protecting them than herself. They eased her on to her side, so they could both hold her. "It's alright, lass," he murmured. "Let it out."

She thought all her tears were spent, but she was wrong. After a few minutes, she calmed down. "Sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Emma," Liam reminded her. "You did nothing wrong."

"Then why do I feel like this?"

"Because you're a good person, love," Killian reminded her. "It's natural to wonder what you might have done differently."

"Killian's right," Liam added. "I know I wondered that after the explosion. If we'd lost him…I would have blamed myself."

"Now we know the truth."

Liam kissed her shoulder. "It's not your fault. The people who do this will get what they deserve, I promise you."

"You're making a lot of promises, Captain."

"And I intend to keep all of them, Mrs. Jones. You're stuck with us for a very long time."

She glanced down at the rings on her left hand. She was so thankful to have them back; she couldn't let Neal win. "I like the sound of that."

"I thought you might."

Killian kissed her brow. "I might have a suggestion."

"What's that?"

"When we return to London, it might be a good idea for you to talk to someone?"

"Like counseling?"

He nodded. "I seem to recall a certain lass being very insistent about us going."

She had to concede his point. "Yeah, I did. Okay, when we get back, I'll do it."

"I'm so proud of you," Liam murmured. "And so thankful to have you back."

"Me too. I'd really like to go home."

"Two more days, love. If you feel up to doing the interview tomorrow?"

That didn't sound like fun, but if it got her home faster, then she could do it. "I'm not sure how much more I can tell them, but I'll try."

"There's our brave lass."

"I don't feel very brave right now."

"You don't have to be. We're here with you. Anything you need."

"Hmm, I think this is perfect."

Killian laughed. "Care to elaborate?"

"I'm in my favorite place," she replied, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Right between my boys."

"Then we shall do all we can to keep you here, love."

"Good." She leaned in and kissed him, long and slow. When it broke, she turned and hummed as Liam's lips descended on hers. Yes, this was her very favorite place.

Emma stared into the mirror, knowing she should move, but her arms felt leaden. She hadn't left their hotel suite since the boys brought her back; she didn't want to admit that the idea of venturing outside scared her. It was stupid. Neal was in jail; he couldn't get to her. No one said anything, but she was pretty sure the hotel was being watched by the police. She'd spotted a few plain clothes cops in windows across the way. Did they think she was still in danger? Emma didn't think so; Neal's people were deathly afraid of him. She meant nothing to them; she'd been Neal's personal obsession.

"What's the matter, lass?"

Emma reached for her brush, hoping she looked busy. "Nothing, just brushing my hair."

Liam took the brush from her. "You don't have to pretend, Emma. It's okay to feel out of sorts. We're not going to think less of you."

"I'm just not used to feeling this way, like I'm helpless," she said quietly.

"I know Killian usually does this for you, but would you mind if I…"

Emma shook her head. "Please, go ahead."

"Everything you're feeling is normal, sweetheart. You went through something traumatic. And you fought like hell to get out of it."

"And you two found me," she added with a smile.

"We did. Would you like to know a secret?"

"What?"

"I've never been so terrified in my life. I've been in combat, Emma. I've been shot at. I've had my heart broken and grew up far too soon. None of that compared to wondering if I'd ever see you again. You changed my life, love. I don't ever want it to change back."

Emma stilled his hand. Then she stood and cupped his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. "You guys changed mine too, you know. I can't thank you enough."

"You never have to do that, lass. We're just want you to be happy."

"I am. It might not seem like it right now, but I really am, Liam. I'll be even better when we get home."

"I know exactly how you feel." He kissed her one last time, then stepped back. "Do you want more help or are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Tell Killian I'll be out in a second."

"Sure."

Emma emerged from the bathroom about ten minutes later feeling much better. Killian was there to greet her; she smiled into his welcoming kiss. "Ready?" he asked gently.

"As I'll ever be."

Before they could get far, Regina caught up with them in the hallway. Her room must have been nearby. "We have a problem."

"What is it?"

"There are photographers outside."

"How the hell did they find us?" Liam snapped.

Regina shrugged. "I've no idea, but I intend to find out. If I find out this damn hotel staff blabbed…"

Robin appeared behind her. "I'm sure that won't be necessary. You have no problem putting the fear of God into people, love."

Regina actually blushed. It certainly seemed like they were becoming very close. Seeing it made Emma happy. Regina deserved to have someone, and Robin was a good guy.

"What do you want to, lass?" Killian asked. He didn't fancy running the gauntlet, but the decision was hers.

Emma squared her shoulders. She met what she'd said. She was through hiding. "We're going to go to the station, just like we planned. I just want to get this over with."

"We're coming with you," Robin said.

"That's sweet, but…"

"No buts," Regina countered. "Did you really think you'd be interviewed without your attorney present? This isn't amateur hour, Emma. This is INTERPOL."

"You say that like I'm a suspect. I'm just a witness!"

"And someone from your past is involved in a major terrorist attack. They wouldn't be doing their jobs if they didn't try to make a connection."

"That's ridiculous!" Killian cried.

"I know," Regina said patiently. "I'm just trying to lay out all the possibilities. If they're going to make their case against this Cassidy person, they need to dot their I's and cross their T's."

Emma sighed. "Okay, I get it. Let's just go."

There were a couple of cars waiting for them; the trio got into one while Regina and Robin took the other. Everyone ignored all the shouted questions from the paps; there wasn't any point, even if they'd been so inclined. They didn't want the truth. They wanted something salacious to print.

The 38th precinct wasn't far; they were arrived twenty minutes later. Detective Fa was waiting for them. "Thanks for coming."

"The sooner we get this over with the sooner I can go home," Emma said matter of factly.

"I completely understand. Cassidy's arraignment is tomorrow; we'll make sure he doesn't get out."

"Thank you, Detective."

Mulan led them into one of the conference rooms. The INTERPOL agent the boys had told her about, Elsa Arendelle, was waiting, along with a couple of her colleagues. The agents were arranged on one side of the long conference table; each stood to greet them. "Thank you for coming," Elsa said.

"I hope you don't mind if our attorney joins us?" Emma said, gesturing to Regina. Robin was keeping an eye out for the paps in the waiting area. A thankless task that he took on without argument. He must really being into Regina.

"Of course not. This is simply a witness interview."

"So you say," Regina said cryptically. "I think I'll be the judge of that."

Elsa ignored her. "Please, have a seat."

"We're staying too," Liam said, sliding in beside Emma.

"I expected as much. We have a few questions for you two as well. Since this is directly related to British national security, we've got the lead investigator on the line. Do you mind if we loop him in?"

Emma nodded. "Sure." One less interview for her to do.

Elsa pressed a couple of buttons on the intercom in the center of the table. "Everyone's here, Commissioner. We're ready when you are."

"We'll just listen for the moment," crisp English voice said over the connection. "If there's anything we need, we'll let you know."

"Very well." Elsa glanced at her notes. "I'm sure reliving your experience is the last thing you want to do, Mrs. Jones. However, we want to make sure we have all the fact straight. Would you mind running through it for us? One more time?"

Reluctantly, Emma nodded. She'd expected something like this. Her boys slipped their hands into hers under the table. Once she felt ready, she started at the beginning. The more she talked about it, the easier it got. It was beginning to feel like a dream, like something that happened to someone else. As she spoke, Elsa or one of her colleagues interjected with a question; Emma did her best to answer. Some of her experience was still fuzzy.

"And you're positive you'd never seen Mr. Cassidy since he left you in Portland?"

Emma nodded. "One hundred percent."

"You weren't aware you were being followed?"

"No, I would have tried harder to lay low if I had."

"You wouldn't have gone to the police?"

Emma shrugged. "If you had my past, would you have an over abundance of trust in the police?"

Elsa conceded the point. "But you made a living as a bailbondsperson."

"Yeah, until I moved to London. I'm a licensed private investigator there."

"Yes, I've seen some of your work," Elsa said. "Well done."

Emma found herself blushing. "Thanks."

"Any idea why Mr. Cassidy chose now to seek you out?"

Emma shook her head. "No. He just kept insisting that I would take him back, that he'd been waiting for me." Emma thought for a moment. "He also said that he'd gone back in to protect me. He owed some kind of debt and they were going to use me to pay it, if he didn't return. But I don't know what that means?"

Elsa shared a look with one of her colleagues. "We believe The Forsaken are involved in the human trafficking trade. It's likely you could have been a target. Young, impressionable girls are especially vulnerable."

Emma let that sink in. So, Neal had been telling some twisted version of the truth. He had protected her from a worse fate. That didn't excuse him in any way, but she was weirdly grateful? He only did it because he thinks of you as his property, she reminded herself. That's disgusting.

She felt the boys' hands tighten around hers. "Hey, it's okay," she murmured. "I'm right here."

"Apologies, lass."

She smiled and squeezed back. "We're all safe now; that's what matters."

"Let's move on to the attack on Whitehall. What did Cassidy say exactly?"

Emma went over it again. Neal flat out said he'd been responsible. He chose the target. Since he was stalking her, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to discover where her men worked. Emma remembered all those false alarms in the weeks leading up to the attack; they were designed to throw the authorities off the scent. That took planning and resources. A lot of resources. If the Forsaken were as powerful as the cops believed, then they could have done it. Either on behalf of or with the cooperation of the Russian government.

"Did Mr. Cassidy say who he was working for?"

"He just said he was doing a favor for a friend. He never said who that friend was."

"Our intel was pointing in the direction of the Russians," Killian interjected. "I was working on the project myself."

"I can corroborate Commander Jones' findings," the commissioner said. "Good work, by the way."

"Thank you, sir."

"It's our first solid lead," the commissioner added. "As soon as you are finished with him, we're going to be asking for extradition."

Mulan stepped up. "I'm sure that's won't be a problem, Commissioner. We'll cooperate in any way we can."

"If the Russians are responsible, some would construe that as an act of war," Liam said quietly.

"Let's pray it doesn't come to that," the Commissioner said gravely. "It could simply be some rogue elements. We'll get to the bottom of it, Captain."

Emma answered a few more questions, but she wasn't sure how helpful she was. They made a list of her previous addresses to see if they could make a connection between them and Neal's known moments. Now that his identity as the Vatra was exposed, there were many jurisdictions that wanted a piece of him. New York got first crack at him, since they were the ones who managed to arrest him. This was far bigger than her; it was hard to wrap her head around.

"I think we've got enough for today," Elsa said after about three hours of back and forth.

"Today? Will Mrs. Jones be required to come in again?"

"I don't anticipate that, but I can't say for sure. The good news is, you are free to return to Britain. We'll contact you there if we need anything else."

"Thank god for that," Killian sighed. He was heartily sick of New York.

Elsa smiled at the trio. "You've all done good work. We could use a few more like you working this side of the table."

"Oh. Well, thanks, I think."

"Definitely intended as a compliment, Mrs. Jones. Thank you for all of your help."

"What did you make of all that?"

Emma shook her head. "Based on Regina's paranoia, I was expecting worse."

Killian chuckled. "I think she just likes to be thorough, love. You did give us all a scare."

"Not on purpose!"

"I never said that." He leaned in and kissed her temple. "All I'm saying is that it's going to take a while for all of us to get back to 'normal,' as you put it."

"I'm sorry this happened," she said, stepping into his arms.

"Hey, none of that now."

"But our lives are nothing but drama," she pointed out. "Our exes, the press, it's just one thing after another."

"And we always get through it," he reminded her. "As long as we're together, we can face anything, love. I believe that."

She smiled into his chest. "I can't wait to get out of here."

"Our flight is booked. The moment we're finished at the courthouse, we're heading for the airport. Is there anything you want to do tonight?"

"I think a quiet evening with my husbands is perfect."

"Your wish is our command, love."

It turned out her idea of a quiet evening and theirs was slightly different. It started innocently enough. She curled up to read while they ordered in some room service. With all the paps outside, it just wasn't worth venturing down to the hotel restaurant, and Emma didn't especially want to deal with people after her interview. The boys busied themselves with packing; everyone was more than ready to go home. By the time the food arrived, they had all their things squared away. It would be a long flight, but worth it.

"Hmm, something smells good," Emma observed as the food was wheeled in.

"We got a bit of everything," Liam said, smiling sheepishly. Emma hadn't been eating as much as she should; he hoped to tempt her with some of the treats. "I hope you don't mind."

"Only if you help me eat all this."

"Gladly."

They arranged themselves around the square coffee table, each taking samples of the various dishes. Killian poured them some wine, a crisp white. "Thanks for doing all this, guys," Emma said, holding up her glass. "I know this isn't the vacation we hoped for."

"We're together, that's all that matters," Liam said firmly. "Although, if we choose a deserted island for our next vacation, I wouldn't say no."

Emma and Killian laughed. "I wouldn't say no to that either," Emma agreed. "We've had some rotten luck."

"Oh, I don't know. I think our luck's been pretty good. We did find each other, didn't we?"

"Twice," Liam added. "I knew that second time we'd be fools to let you go again."

Emma's cheeks warmed. "Worth all the hoops?"

"There is nowhere else I would rather be," Killian assured her. "We love you, Emma."

"I love you guys too." They clinked glassed and got on with enjoying their meal. Everything was delicious; Emma probably ate far too much. "You guys are gonna make me fat."

"Rubbish."

"I'm planning on making all your favorite pancakes when we get back home," Liam said, unapologetic. "No sense in arguing, love."

"We all have to go back to work!" she protested.

"You deserve some quiet time," Killian said.

"No one will think less of you for taking all the time you need," Liam agreed. "Just think about it, alright?"

"Okay, I'll think about it." She'd already agreed to counseling. She had to admit that taking some time off appealed to her. "But what about you guys?"

"I've got the hearing coming up," Liam reminded her. He'd practically forgotten about it while Emma was missing, but they had troubles waiting for them at home.

"Oh wow. Is it bad that I forgot?"

Liam shook his head. "I did. All I could think about was you." He squeezed her hand. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

They'd come to New York to get away from their troubles, only to find new and greater ones. Would they ever get a break? What would it be like to have a nice normal mundane marriage? Emma knew she wanted a family, but with every crisis, the practicality of bringing a child into their lives felt like a pipe dream. "Do you ever wish we could go back?"

"Back to when, lass?"

She shrugged. "Before the explosion? When it was just us? Sometimes, our lives feel a bit crowded."

"The spotlight can't stay on us forever, sweetheart."

"I'm not so sure."

"Let's just take it one day at time," Liam said, sliding over to wrap his arm around her. "I rather enjoy calling you Mrs. Jones."

Emma smiled. "You know what? I like it too. I just…stopped correcting people. It's not worth the effort."

"Perhaps we'll use Swan-Jones for the children?"

"If we ever have those."

"I thought you wanted to be a mum, lass?" Killian asked, easing her feet into his lap. He removed her socks, so he could give her a well-earned massage.

"I do, but it seems to far away. How can we bring a kid into this? My ex tried to kill you and kidnapped me. Liam's ex is insane and obsessed with him—no offense," she added hastily.

"None taken," he assured her.

"Makes Milah certainly seem tame in comparison, eh?" Killian teased. He pressed firmly on the arch of her foot; Emma groaned.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of our wife," he replied with a grin. "Problem?"

"Nope."

"You spoke of luck earlier, Emma," Liam said quietly. He shifted, taking a cue from his brother. He started to rub the back of her neck, his thumbs rubbing firm circles there. "I think all this just proves Killian's point. We all experienced bad—in some ways, even toxic—relationships. That simply makes what we have more precious. Wouldn't you agree?"

Emma hummed. "Keep doing that and I'll agree to anything you want," she murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Feels so good." She hadn't thought of herself as tense, but she was obviously mistaken.

Liam ducked down and kissed her cheek. "As you wish, darling." He worked her neck and shoulders, adjusting himself so she was between his legs. "Good?"

"Mmhmm. You could take my sweater off if you want."

"Are you sure?" The moment clothes were removed, this would take on a different dimension.

She turned, looking at him with half lidded eyes. "Are you saying you don't want to have sex with your wife?"

"No! I just…"

Emma cupped his cheek, smiling. "Hey, I get it. And I love you for being so sweet. But I want to leave here with good memories, okay?"

"Well, in that case…"

"What?"

He blushed. "I was wondering how you would feel about getting the camera out? I know the doctor said you had to take it easy for a while…"

She placed a finger to his lips. "Go get it, babe. I'll be right here."

"I love you."

"Not as much as I love you." Emma pulled her sweater over her head and stretched her arms over her head. When she laid back against the plush chair, she noticed Killian staring at her chest. "Hey."

He pushed the table aside and crawled over to her. Emma grinned, spreading her leg happily. Killian climbed up, eyes locked on hers. She shivered as he kissed her belly, caressing a few of her lingering bruises. She sank her fingers into his hair, arching as he pulled one cup of her bra down with his teeth.

"Impatient?" she breathed.

"For you? Always."

She nodded, moaning as he latched onto a nipple and sucked greedily. She spotted Liam watching, fumbling with the camera. "Hurry up, Liam. I don't want you to miss all the fun."

He got the camera and tripod up in record time; Emma spotted him adjusting his pants. She loved that she could drive them both crazy. God knew they did the same for her. She yanked the other cup down, roughly massaging her neglected breast. "Is it on?"

Liam nodded. "You are a vision, wife."

"You look like you could use a hand, husband."

He nodded, stalking over to her. His erection was clear now, straining against his fly. Emma rubbed him firmly, smirking as he groaned. She opened his fly one handed; the other still worked her breast. Killian worked her jeans open, dragging them down her legs.

"Too many clothes," he growled.

Emma wet her lips, her fingers curling around Liam's proud erection. Her core clenched instinctively; they would fill her soon enough. "Better?"

"A little," he breathed. Her hand was so small but firm, stroking him just the way he liked. Her thumb worked the sensitive spot under the tip, making him shudder. "Fuck, just like that, love."

Killian ducked between her legs again, pushing each up to rest of the arms of the chair. "Such a pretty cunt," he whispered. He parted her swollen lips, licking the length of her with the flat of his tongue. Emma gasped, rocking up against his mouth.

"More, Killian, fuck."

Liam leaned into her fist, encouraging her to move faster. "Suck me, lass. Give me that warm wet mouth."

She had to twist a little, but she managed it. Killian helped, turning her on her side and resting her left leg on his shoulder. She probably looked wanton and debauched on the camera, but that only fueled her desire. She ground awkwardly against his face, chasing her first orgasm. Killian ate her out sloppily, making such obscene sounds. She knew the recording was feeding into their need; they loved performing for the camera. Emma sucked Liam as deeply as she could at that angle, focusing on the belled head. Her high washed over her in a rush; she released him with a scream. "Yes!"

"God, she's gorgeous," Killian murmured, kissing her inner thigh, still trembling from her climax.

"I want to taste her," Liam growled. Emma hadn't even caught her breath, but her boys were turning the chair sideways to give the camera a different angle. Liam urged her onto her knees, allowing her head and neck to sit at the perfect height on the back of the chair. Liam lapped at her greedily, swirling his tongue around her clit.

"Oh god yes," Emma breathed, arching her back. "So good."

Killian shucked his clothes, moving to stand in front of her. The look of pleasure of her face was everything; she deserved to be worshiped like the goddess she was. "Emma."

"Hmmm?" She raised her head, pupils blown wide with lust. Her mouth curved into a sexy grin when eyes latched onto his cock, red, throbbing and erect. "Gimme."

Slowly, he closed the gap, pulling deftly on his erection. Emma wet her lips, the hunger in her eyes driving him crazy. She licked the tip as soon as he was close enough, twisting her head to bathe his length in kisses. His eyes fell closed, enjoying her expert attentions. "Fuck, Emma."

"Hmm, yes, please." She opened wide, bobbing her head slowly, but steadily. With her free hand, she plucked her nipples, craving just that little bit more. It was a shame they couldn't indulge in some of their more physical play; she was surprised by how much she craved it. Neal tried to imply that her needs were perverse and wrong, but she knew better. When she surrendered to them, it was an act of love and trust, as was theirs to her.

She'd have to suggest that, as soon as they returned. What better way to christen their new master suite?

The sound of his wife sucking on his brother's cock was intoxicating. Emma had never truly been shy in the bedroom; this was his wife in her element. "Need you, lass," he murmured into her skin. "Please."

She released Killian with a soft pop. "Yes. God yes."

He kissed her clit tenderly. "We'll share, sweetheart." He knew how much she loved it, how much she needed them. They were keenly attuned to her needs; she always came first.

Emma nodded, hanging onto the back of the chair as Liam slammed home. She was so horny, so aroused that she took him all the way to the hilt. Both moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside her. "Fuck!"

"Christ, you feel incredible," he bit out, pulling out a fraction then thrusting home once more. "Wait 'til you feel her, brother."

"Oh god," Emma mumbled. She'd almost forgotten Killian was there, his stormy lust filled gaze drinking her in.

He ran his fingers through her hair. "Next time we'll tie you up and make you beg," he promised darkly.

"Not if I get to you first," she shot back.

He grinned. "I would enjoy that very much." He ducked down and kissed her soundly, moving with her as Liam fucked her needy sex. "Does he feel good, sweetheart?"

"Yes. You both fill me so good, Killian."

"Hmm, I guess that means it's my turn, brother."

Liam pulled out of her reluctantly, giving her ass a sharp little spank. Emma yelped. "Sorry, lass."

"No! God, that felt good."

"Yeah?"

"Very soon, I'm going to demand you spank the shit out of me, Liam Jones."

"Yes, ma'am." Emma rose up on her knees and drew Liam in for a kiss. Killian took the change in angle in stride, bending her only slightly so he could fill her up. The sound she made was obscene as he entered her; her nails dug into Liam's forearms. He hissed in pain, but it was a good pain. He drew her mouth to his, swallowing her cries. "So fucking beautiful."

"Smile for the camera," Killian whispered. "You know you love this, darling."

She moaned loudly, finally glancing in the direction of the camera. She could just picture herself at some later date, watching the footage back, recalling exactly how her boys made her feel. Like she was the only woman on earth, all they needed to be whole. "I do," she breathed. "So much."

Killian slipped from her, knowing he needed to give her to Liam. "Liam's turn, sweet."

Liam drew her into his arms, reveling in the way her curves fit against him. "Need you, my love."

"Need you too." This time it was Liam who flopped into the chair; he grabbed Emma by the waist and positioned her, so she faced the camera.

"Wanted to do this earlier," he murmured, as she impaled herself on his thick cock. Her legs hung over his thighs; she was spread wide and exposed. She turned her head, kissing him wetly.

"You should have," she breathed. "I need all that we are."

"Fucking hell," he cursed, bucking up into her. She moaned again, her walls clenching around him. "My Emma."

"All yours." She drew his hands to her chest, hissing as he roughly pinched her nipples. "More, fuck."

Killian dropped to his knees, utterly under her thrall. Emma was stunning in her need, the way she moved. He held her knees wide, drinking in her swollen wet sex. "I'm going to taste you," he announced. Before Emma could react, he drew her clit between his lips, sucking deeply. Emma screamed, a powerful orgasm ripping through her without warning. Liam grunted, his fingers tightening on her skin, hard enough to bruise. She was strangling him, but he wasn't ready to give her up yet.

"Jesus," Liam swore as he held a trembling Emma in his arms.

"Oh my god." Emma's gasp was cut off by Killian's mouth on hers, kissing her senseless.

"Love you so much," he whispered in her ear. "Love watching you come."

"Again," she breathed. "Make me come again. Feels so good with a cock inside me."

Both brothers cursed. "Give her what she wants, brother," Killian growled. "Then she's mine."

Liam nodded. He effortlessly lifted her off him, spinning her in his arms. Emma shuddered as he took her once more, bracing his feet firmly on the floor. She clung to his neck, hanging on as he rode them both into oblivion. Emma buried her head in his shoulder, muffling her whimpers of pleasure, Liam's cock stroking every nerve perfectly. They climaxed together, Liam grunting as he pulsed inside her. Emma instinctively moved her hips faster, her fluttering walls milking every drop from him.

Liam stroked her back as she came down from the high; Emma felt a second set of hands on her body. She hummed happily, slowly pushing herself up. Killian was waiting her; she cupped his cheeks, drawing him in for a languid kiss. He let her set the pace, a groan tumbling from his lips as she brought his hand to her breast. "Sweetheart?"

"Please, Killian. Need you."

He nodded, lifting her out of his brother's lap. Emma wound her legs around his waist; he dropped them onto the nearby couch. Emma kissed him hard, snaking her hand between them. She positioned him at her entrance, moaning in pleasure as he took her in one deep stroke. Dimly, she heard Liam fumbling with the camera; she hoped he was getting this.

"Fuck, Emma," Killian breathed, as he moved within her. She was so swollen and wet, yet she needed more. He'd been patient, giving her what she needed; his own need was close to the surface. "You feel so good."

"Harder," she panted, hitching her leg over his hip. "Harder!"

Killian heeded her, skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of their lovemaking filling the room. His pelvis ground against her clit with every drive of his hips; Emma was soon trembling in his arms. She climaxed a moment before he did, whimpering his name. Killian pressed his forehead to hers, holding her tight as he jerked inside her, bathing her in his release. "My sweet Emma," he breathed.

She felt like a puddle of goo, blissful, sated, well used and, above all else, loved. This was what most people never tried to understand. She never doubted their love for her. It had seemed impossible at first, but every day they made it work. She wasn't going to allow anyone to sully what they had together.

"Emma?"

"Hmmm?"

"How do you feel?"

"If you have to ask, you might want to watch the tape back," she teased.

Killian smiled softly. "You know what I meant."

She kissed his palm. "I'm good. Better than good."

"Long day today."

She nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for staying with me."

"We were exactly where we needed to be. Just like we will tomorrow."

Emma shuddered. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Emma," Liam chided softly, kneeling beside her. "We're going with you."

"Neal's going to make a scene. I know it." She didn't want either of the boys doing anything rash. Neal deserved to suffer; not only for what he did to her, but for all the other lives he'd ruined through the years. At this point though, she'd settle for him going to jail for a very long time.

"Which is why you shouldn't be alone." Killian wanted to look the man in the eye. He wanted to take the measure of the piece of filth who'd dared to harm his wife.

"He'll try to provoke you," Emma argued. "You guys got lucky with Graham."

"We did their job for them," Liam said. "They should be rewarding us."

"Please, Liam," Emma said, seizing his hand. "Promise me you won't do anything to him. Please."

"Why are you protecting him?"

"I'm not," she said hotly, sitting up. "I'm protecting you. I can't lose you guys. You didn't see him, Liam. You didn't hear the awful things he said. I hate him. I hate him so much, but I love you guys more. I just want to put this behind us and go home. Please."

Her clear anguish was heartbreaking. Liam didn't even need to look at this brother to know they would whatever she asked. Her needs came first. "Alright, but we're still coming with you."

Emma nodded, so grateful. She really didn't want to go to the courthouse without them, but she would have. "Thank you. I love you both so much. I hate that this is happening again."

Killian stroked her cheek. "We'll get through this the way we always do, lass. Together, yeah?"

She nodded. They would be okay; she had to believe that.

The large limestone building loomed above them. It was chilly; Emma pulled her scarf tighter around her throat. "What time is it?"

"8:30," Killian answered. He rubbed her back; Emma had been jumpy since they woke up this morning. She'd been so strong through all of this; he just wanted to take her away. He prayed she'd find some peace once they returned to London. He'd already spoken to Anderson; his boss agreed to give him whatever time he thought was necessary to help Emma heal. Killian suspected he was being subtly pushed out, but at this point he didn't care. A psychopath tried to kidnap and harm his wife. He belonged with her.

"Ready to go inside?" Liam asked.

"You sent our bags ahead?" she asked.

He nodded patiently, humoring her. "Aye, love. They are being delivered to the airline as we speak." Mary Margaret offered them the use of her family's plane, but they declined. Emma desperately wanted to feel normal; that meant taking a regular flight.

"Good, that's good."

Liam leaned in, tugging her scarf down just enough to kiss her lips. "You're doing great, my love. Just a little while longer and we're going home."

She smiled. "Home." She knew what that felt like. Home was wherever her boys were. The trio didn't belong here. They belonged back in London. Very soon, they would be back there. She just had to get through this.

It was pointless to wait outside in the cold. Emma led them inside; a kind guard pointed them in the right direction after they passed through the metal detectors. They were greeted by Detective Fa and Agent Arendelle.

"This is fairly routine," Mulan assured them. "We'll present the charges, they'll try to demand bail…"

"He won't get bail though, right?" Emma demanded.

"No, no. Judge Stone is generally a hardliner. He's not getting out, Emma. I promise you."

A lot of people were promising her things; there were only two people she trusted to keep those promises. They stood on either side of her. "We've got agents all around here," Elsa added. "It's going to be fine."

Emma would believe that when she saw it.

When they entered the courtroom, Emma was mildly disappointed. Maybe she watched too much Law & Order, but the room looked nothing like it did on TV. It was sterile, small; with only one table each for the prosecution and defense, along with the judge's stand. There were only a couple of rows for spectators; Emma followed Liam into the first one. They shed their coats; it was warm in the room. Emma heard others entering; reporters most likely. She refused to acknowledge their presence. The prosecutors entered at quarter to nine. Neal's attorney arrived five minutes later; both sides shook hands. The door next to the defense table opened; Emma couldn't help it. She watched as Neal was brought in by a couple of armed officers. He was in a suit, a nice one. His face brightened when he saw her.

"Hello, Ems. Come to apologize?"

She felt her boys stiffen beside her. "You promised."

Killian's jaw clenched, but he nodded. The very sight of the man was repulsive. Out of the corner of his eye, Killian spotted his brother in a similar state, fighting the urge to simply throttle the wanker.

"Oh wow, she's really got you whipped, doesn't she?" Neal taunted.

"Neal," his attorney whispered. "Don't engage."

"I can't talk to the men who stole my girl?"

"You can't steal a person," Killian snapped, clenching his fist. "You left her, remember?"

"At least I'm not taking my brother's sloppy seconds," Neal replied. "Or maybe you like that?"

Emma threaded her fingers through Killian's squeezing hard. "Look at me," she whispered.

With effort, he turned, fighting down the anger that was bubbling up inside him. "I'm so sorry, love."

"It's okay." She knew Neal would try and bait them; what she hadn't expected was how angry his comments would make her. He thought she was sick and perverse for loving two brothers? Let him. She smiled at Killian, gently drawing him into a kiss. He kissed her back, sliding his hand under her sweater and stroking the soft skin of her back. When they broke apart, she turned, cupping Liam's cheek. He didn't say a word; he knew what she needed. He kissed her fiercely, his thumb stroking her cheek.

"Love you," he whispered when they parted.

"Love you too," she whispered back.

The look on Neal's face was worth it.

"All rise!"

Everyone stood as the judge entered. The lead bailiff called the case. "State of New York versus Neal Cassidy."

The hearing itself was a bit anticlimactic. It was almost exactly as Mulan thought it would. The state presented the charges: kidnapping, murder, smuggling, among others. As expected, Neal's lawyer tried to get him bail. The prosecutor protested. "Your Honor, this man is a flight risk. If you allow him to walk out of here, he'll be in the wind. How do you think he managed to keep his identity as the infamous Vatra a secret?"

"That is an unproven accusation, Your Honor!"

"Your Honor, this man is a suspect in several matters. Other jurisdictions have already requested extradition. We would be remiss regarding public safety if he were to be released on bail. His victims have suffered enough."

Judge Stone looked over the list of charges. "While I am inclined to agree, I am curious about your comment about public safety. What do you know that I don't, councilor?"

"It involves the national security of one of our allies, Your Honor. I'm afraid I can't say more than that at this time."

"Very well. How does the defendant plead?"

Neal stood. "Not guilty, Your Honor."

"Of course. In that case, I am withholding bail. The defendant will be remitted to state's custody. Next case!" He slammed his gavel and suddenly it was over.

Emma watched—almost numb—as Neal was led away in cuffs. He looked at her over his shoulder; she shivered. Something about that look unnerved her. But—for now, at least—it was over.

Liam rubbed her arm. "Come on, lass. Let's go home."