As soon as Derek flung the door open, ready to confront the man on the other side, Ian attempted to push past him, into the house. Like a brick wall, though, Derek was immoveable. "What do you want, Doyle?" he asked gruffly. He deliberately positioned himself so as to block Ian's view of where Emily was attempting to hide.

"That's Sheriff Doyle to you," Ian corrected.

"What do you want, Sheriff Doyle?" he rephrased, putting as much sarcasm as possible onto the moniker.

"Just here to take back what's mine," he said, once again trying to force his way inside.

Derek certainly wasn't about to let that happen. "This is private property," he said, voice carefully level. "And I haven't given you permission to enter."

"I'm the Sheriff," Ian repeated, quickly losing patience and his calm facade.

"Be that as it may, until you show me a warrant, I forbid you from entering," he maintained. All his time in self-imposed exile had given him a lot of opportunity to read and one of the things he'd studied was local laws.

"Fuck you and your warrant," Ian hissed. "You have my wife and I've come to bring her home, so stand aside."

"She'll never come back with you," Derek snapped. "She sees you for the monster you are and it'll be a cold day in hell before you see her again."

From her vantage point behind Derek, Emily could see Ian reach for his gun and felt her heart rise into her throat. She wasn't going to let anyone get hurt on her behalf – she wasn't going to let anyone fight her fight. She stepped into view, placed a hand on Derek's shoulder, silently telling him to stand down.

Derek turned, meeting her eyes questioningly, but she simply nodded once, signalling to him that she'd be okay. That she was strong enough to do this.

"He's right, Ian," she said firmly. "I've already called a lawyer and I'm filing for a protective order and an emergency divorce."

Before she could react, Ian was scant inches from her and she flinched as he reached for her cheek, his thumb brushing along the bruise staining her eye socket. "Look at you..." he simpered with false concern, "Look what this beast has done to you."

She slapped his hand away, taking several stuttering steps out of his reach. "Don't you ever fucking touch me," she demanded.

Beside her, Derek stared daggers at Ian, but remained silent, knowing Emily had to do this for herself.

"It's okay, Love," Ian soothed. "I know you're scared, but I'll protect you from this monster."

"He's not the monster, Ian, you are!"

Ian laughed, not kindly either. "That's just the Stockholm Syndrome talking," he assured her. "But I won't let him lay another finger on you." Turning to Derek, he pulled the handcuffs from his pocket and informed him, "Derek Morgan, you're under arrest."

"On what charges!?" Derek demanded, furious.

"Kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, and aggravated assault for starters."

Emily started screaming his name as Ian dragged him to his squad car, frightened tears building in her eyes. "Ian, you can't do this!" she cried. But he wasn't listening anymore. He'd already won.

"What the hell happened?" JJ asked, still incredulous over the situation, even as she spoke to Derek through the bars of the jail cell. He'd used his one phone call to speak to her, the only person he could think of that might care that he was being wrongfully imprisoned.

"What do you think happened?" he deadpanned. Almost immediately, he realized he was being cruel and she wasn't the target of his anger. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "You didn't deserve that. I'm just frustrated because I was the one helping Emily escape from his abuse and none of it matters because he's the fucking Sheriff!"

"Walk me through it," she said. "What exactly happened?"

"He showed up at my door demanding to see Emily and when I wouldn't let him, he accused me of kidnapping her and holding her hostage!"

JJ pursed her lips, paced back and forth in front of his cell. "Well, no one is going to believe that. You're obviously innocent and..."

"Am I?" he pressed.

"What?"

"Is it obvious? Because from where I stand, I'm the mysterious town recluse who never leaves his house and no one has ever really seen or spoken to. The only person that really spoke to me was Emily who delivered food to my house sometimes and then suddenly disappeared without a trace... That sounds pretty guilty to me."

JJ sighed, hating to admit that he may have been right. "Well, where's Emily? She'll obviously testify on your behalf."

"I have no idea. Doyle must have her somewhere and who knows what he's doing to her for disobeying him. I'm afraid he'll seriously hurt her," he whispered, running a hand over the back of his head.

She nodded, chewing her lip. "Well, first thing's first, I'll pay your bail and then we'll find you a lawyer and..."

"No," he said firmly. "I won't let you do that."

"It's the only way," she insisted. "You're the only one brave enough to stand up to Doyle, the only one who can save Emily."

"Well, where am I going to get a lawyer?" he pressed. "Everyone in this town is afraid of me or probably already thinks I'm guilty..."

"I may have an idea," she said slowly. "He's retired, but he owes me a favour, so I may be able to convince him..."

"Who?" he asked, intrigued.

"Have you ever heard of David Rossi?"

He furrowed his brows. "I thought he was a divorce lawyer?"

"He was, but before that he practiced criminal law. Not much call for that in Storybrooke, though. He may be your only shot and he doesn't come cheap," she warned.

"I don't care," he said firmly. "I don't care if it costs everything I have, if this will prove I'm innocent and help protect Emily, I'll gladly pay it."