Chapter 12


Killian had been pacing his office all day. He had intentionally cooped himself up in order to distance himself from Emma. Killian doubted he'd gotten any work completed which was a problem because he was swamped in paperwork.

So far it hadn't been working; his thoughts were still filled with the blonde beauty sitting right outside of his office. Killian had called Miranda the moment he had stepped into his penthouse after they had returned from Durban. He needed to relieve the pent up sexual tension that had been simmering since his aborted tryst with Emma. He needed to reassure himself that his Swan's lure could be overcome and stamped out.

His arrangement with Miranda was one of mutual satisfaction, she knew the score and he was quick to remind her of the terms. Miranda had been out of town when he had called her so he had arranged to meet her today. It may have been a little arrogant having her come to the office but he needed Emma to see that he could keep his word about their 'one time thing'. Show himself and her that he could resist her.

Miranda had arrived in his office and he'd pounced on her instantly. His office was definitely not the place for what he had in mind. A quick flash of blonde locks spread out on his pillow flickered through his mind. He groaned and grabbed his suit jacket.

"Let's go," he told Miranda who did not hesitate to shoot him a seductive smile.

Killian pulled his office door shut and his eyes were instantly drawn to Emma. She had her head down and appeared to be concentrating fiercely on the paper in front of her. Miranda must have sensed his hesitation as she ambled over to him and groped his backside. He let out a surprised gasp and felt a pair of eyes burning holes through him.

Killian felt a short stab of guilt as his eyes met with Emma's. Her eye's clouded over and he instantly regretted bringing Miranda to the office. It was a heartless move on his behalf. Emma did not need him to parade his women in front of her.

Killian pushed Miranda away from him and she stumbled slightly backwards.

"Can you clear my afternoon schedule?" Killian asked Emma whose eyes were still absorbing the scene in front of her.

"Already done," she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Killian gave her a brief smile and a small nod of his head. She had been adjusting to her work brilliantly.

Emma's eyes flicked back down to the computer and she began pounding away at her keyboard. He knew he had been dismissed and quickly grabbed Miranda's arm and pulled her with him.


Emma glanced up as Killian dragged Miranda away. There was no doubt in her mind what the two of them would be doing together. The thought sent pangs of jealousy raging through her blood.

'Jealous! Don't be ridiculous.' She scoffed.

To take her mind of Killian's nefarious 'social life', Emma brought up the Corsair Corporations Database. There was a quite efficient search engine embedded in the software and she decided to do some of her own research on the technology companies noted in the manifests.

Corsair's had only been dealing with the companies for between 9-12 months. That at least narrowed the window of opportunity and at the same time confirmed David's estimates of 8 months. Killian had not mentioned the manifests or questioned her further on what she had discovered. He may be giving her more time to deal with what happened in Durban before hitting her with an interrogation.

Emma's phone beeped and she brought up the new text message.

'Emma. Wait until I return. There is something I want to discuss and someone I want you to meet. - K'

She crinkled her nose in distaste not wanting to hang around for Killian. The only thing Emma could think of was that he must have found her a permanent security guard. She had been hoping that he would take longer! Having people shadowing her was one thing but having a security agent at her side was going to seriously impede her investigation.

Emma reached over and dug into her handbag for her secure phone. She waited whilst it booted up and then quickly typed in a message to David.

'Need to meet.'

The reply was almost instant.

'4 O'clock. Stanley Park. Fountain.'

Emma glanced at her watch, it was already 2.30pm. She hoped Killian wouldn't return until after she had, it would be easier that way.


Emma grabbed a couple of bagels and a hot chocolate on her way to the park; she also took a manila folder with her. It would be feasible that she would go to the park for her afternoon break – Well she hoped the guards shadowing her bought it.

It didn't take Emma long to spot David near the fountain and the slight slant of his head to the side indicated the bench he wanted her to sit at. Emma sat and took a sip of her coffee before pulling one of her bagels out. Several minutes later David took the seat next to her and put his phone against his ear. Emma knew that he wasn't really connected to anyone.

"The information you requested is in the folder between us." David told her in a low voice.

Emma raised the coffee cup to her lips and muttered, "I don't think Killian Jones is a suspect anymore. His facility was attacked and he has reason to believe it was deliberately sabotaged. He thinks they tried to hurt me and is going to assign me a personal security guard."

David nearly dropped his phone. "You need to keep me informed on EVERYTHING."

She knew he'd be pissed about her omitting the attack. "Yes, Sir."

Emma dumped her folder on top of the one David had sat on the chair and then proceeded to finish her coffee and food.

"We need to find these weapons." David reiterated the importance of the investigation before standing and walking away. Emma waited several minutes before scooping up the 2 folders and shoving them into her handbag.

She walked leisurely back towards the office, her security guards discreetly following close behind. The traffic was relatively light and Emma pushed the pedestrian signal in order to cross back to the office. The light was still red and it wasn't until she heard the bellowing of car horns did she realise something was wrong. A black Mercedes was weaving in and out of the traffic and approaching the lights at a high speed. Emma took a few steps backwards so she was further on the sidewalk.

'Idiots,' she muttered distastefully as she watched the lights switch to amber and then to red. The car didn't seem to care and simply swerved to the side and easily brought two wheels up onto the sidewalk. Emma watched in slow motion as the car lurched towards her, people were screaming and horns bellowed.

'It's going to hit me!'

The phrase constantly repeated in her head. There was no space and no time to move! Emma pushed aside her fear and pulled up all of her training and experience. In the space of several seconds she pulled her arms up tightly beside her head, bent her knees and jumped.

Emma hit the bonnet of the Mercedes with a hard thump and pushed herself to roll off the side and down onto the pavement, clipping her leg on the side mirror. Pain radiated throughout her body but she still managed to gaze up. The Mercedes had screeched to a halt as if checking her status. People started to gather and pull their phones out to take pictures, many seemed to be in shock. The wheels of the car started to spin and smoke before it took off and disappeared into the traffic.

Emma had noticed the windows were blacked out and there were no number plates. Her vision was beginning to swim and she couldn't focus on any smaller details.

'Where are my 2 damn security men?'

It was her last thought before she passed out.


Killian leant back against the bed head and gave a large groan. Miranda was in the shower and he was grateful for the time to himself. Never had he needed so much time to become aroused and finish the job.

His head and it seemed his body just wasn't into it. Miranda had used nearly every trick in the book to get him hot but it seemed he just wasn't into brunettes anymore, he was into blondes. Every time Miranda groaned his mind flashed up an image of Emma's breathy moans in Durban. The unwanted imagery had made him even more determined to have sizzling sex with Miranda. After some more unwanted images of Emma had flashed through his head, he'd found himself performing.

'Everything is a mess,' Killian told himself as he reached over to the bedside table to pick up his phone. He'd placed it on silence, knowing he'd need the peace but it had still been vibrating like crazy. The screen lit up with 10 missed calls and 5 text messages. It was his personal phone and there were not a lot of people who knew the number.

Killian's blood ran cold as he looked at the number. John Brown.

'Emma's security guard.'

He quickly dialled his message service and listened in stunned silence as he was informed that Miss Swan had been in an accident and was currently at Storybrooke Medical Centre.

Killian punched the pillow beside him with enough force that the feathers burst out of the side. He took several large calming gulps of air and dialled what was now becoming a familiar number.

"It's me," Killian almost growled into the speaker. "Meet me at Storybrooke Medical Centre. You are being brought into action NOW!"

Killian hung up and immediately dialled Robin's number, "Report!"

Robin was his head of security and had his finger on the pulse of everything to do with Corsair's and especially anything to do with Emma Swan.

"Miss Swan was hit by a car on the road opposite the offices," Robin informed him.

Killian felt his fist clench in anger, "Is she?"

"No," Robin whispered before adding, "It appears that it may have not been accident!"

Killian had heard enough, hanging up his phone and throwing it onto the bed.


The nurse's had initially denied him visitation rights but Killian had used his clout as a donor to be let in to see Emma. He had never been so grateful for his charitable contributions.

His heart was thumping that loudly that he thought it was going to beat out of his chest. His breathing was shallow and his brain was going into overdrive.

'Calm down,' he whispered to himself as he nodded to the security posted at her door. Killian peered through the glass and watched the blonde laying on the bed. She had been extremely lucky, mainly superficial injuries and apart from some scrapes, bruises and a banged up ankle...she would be fine, sore but fine.

It still didn't stop the lump in his throat remaining lodged and thoughts of what might have happened to his Swan had him imperceptibly shaking in anger.

Killian schooled his features and pushed open the door. Emma's head snapped around and her eyes narrowed.

"I suppose I have you to thank for all of this unwanted attention?" she questioned him brusquely. Killian felt his fear drain out of him and he gave a small laugh.

"I am so damn happy you are okay." He watched as Emma's eyes softened and she gave a small shrug.

"Going to take a bit more than that to get rid of me," she joked. Killian quickly crossed the room to her bedside and grabbed her wrist. Heat shot up his arm from the contact but he ignored it.

His eyes met hers and there was silence for several moments.

"Don't..." Killian started to say before 3 sharp raps on the door interrupted him. The door pushed open and a tall muscular man stepped into the room.

Killian sighed and using his free hand ushered the man closer.

"Emma, meet Graham."


To Be Continued