With the help from his friends Neal is on the road again. He wanted to leave a couple days ago, but he had to wait out the marshals. Now, Neal found out that Emma and that pathetic excuse of a football player are at Syracuse. That's not too far, but he will have to take back roads looks like he'll be there in one or two days. A couple more days to plan, so he doesn't mind. Neal hopes Emma knows that he is out. He hope she is looking over her shoulder, waiting for his next move. In fact he believes he has her number maybe it's time he begins messing with her...

Six o'clock rolls around and there is a knock at Emma's door. It makes her jump out of her skin. She knows its Belle, but she seems to jump at every little noise. She thinks every noise is him. Every car door slamming, knock, and car horn makes her jump. She wants him to do something, so she at least knows where he is.

Emma goes and opens the door. There Belle is decked out head to toe in Syracuse gear. Her long brunette hair is in a side braid and has blue and orange beads around her neck. She has her school shirt on with blue jeans. She has glitter and face paint on as well.

"Come on. Let's go we wouldn't want to be late," she says as her rich australian accent rings through the tiny apartment. Emma fakes a smile and grabs her purse. With that they head out the door. As they walk towards campus Belle rambles on about something or another she couldn't care less about. Belle grabs her arm and stops them in their tracks. Emma raises an eyebrow at her.

"Now that I have your attention. What the hell is going on with you? I have never had to pick you up for a game. You always have spirit and pep. I mean something is going on," she says concerned. Emma shakes her head and begin to continue on.

"It's really nothing. Come on we don't want to be late," she says with the bravest face she can put on. Belle doesn't budge.

"No, we're not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on," she crosses her arms and plants her feet. Emma sighs.

"Well it can't be said here, so we have to walk and talk," she nods and they begin walking again, "I have a crazy ex."

"A lot of people do. Is he getting between you and Killian?" she inquires. Emma chuckles and shakes her head.

"No, nothing like that. He was in prison and actually escaped like a week ago. It just has us really freaked," she states as they climb the steps into the stadium. Her eyes are wide and she looks like she is trying to form words, but can't. She finally collects herself in order to respond.

"What did he do?" They make their way to their seats. The game has started. Damn they missed kick off.

"Oh that's a long list. Hmm short version he tried to rape me, harassed me, beat me, kidnapped me, and to top it off shot Killian. The reason Killian asked you to pick me up is because the marshals think that Neal will come after me again," She tries to say as casually and quickly as possible.

"Thats horrible. Emma, I am so sorry. I see why you're freaked. Is there anything I can do?"

"Just distract me from all of it. Please," She pleads with a weak smile. She nods and they head down to their seats. They throw ourselves into the game and cheer Killian on. He does well as always. Executing every play with precision and accuracy. He says he doesn't want to do this his whole life, but Emma knows NFL teams are looking at him. Sometimes, as awful as it is, she wishes he didn't play. He's so hard on himself and she wishes she had more time with him. He's studying business and she could see him doing something with that later, but she knows he will want to play football when they leave college.

Of course they win, Emma didn't expect anything else. After lots of cheering and working through the crowd they make it out and wait for Killian outside the stadium. They are chatting about the game when Emma gets a text from an unknown number. She frowns and opens it.

*I saw you in class today and you're as beautiful as always. I hope you're as excited as I am for our reunion… Neal* Emma freezes. He is here. He has seen her. He was close. He could be watching her right now. Her head whips around looking everywhere. Trying to see if she can catch a glimpse of him. She doesn't see anything, but drunk college kids. Belle grabs her by the shoulders.

"Emma?" she shouts. Emma just hands her the phone. She reads it and hands it back.

"Alright. Everything will be okay. Do we need to go to a police station or something?" It takes a minute, but Emma collects herself.

"There are cops stationed at our apartment, watching it. Watching out for him," she mumbles. Belle starts to push her in the direction of the apartment.

"Killian. What about him? He'll freak when we aren't waiting for him. He'll think that Neal has taken me," Emma says as Belle continues to guide her home.

"Alright. Just text him meet you at home. Nothing else. Don't give him details he will just panic alright?" she asks. Emma nods and does exactly what she says. She guides her all the way home and doesn't let go of her until they get to the cop car in front of her building. The cops follow them inside the apartment.

"Emma, what happened?" One of the cops asks. She sigh and with trembling hands gives him the phone.

"After the game I got this text from him," is all she can manage to get out. The officer reads it hands the phone back to her and makes some calls with his partner. She can't just sit here and tremble.

"Does anyone want anything to drink?" Emma asks the room. They all decline her offer. She goes ahead and starts to make hot chocolate for herself. Belle joins her in the kitchen.

"I'll stay with you until Killian gets home," she says with a warm smile. The officers get off the phone and walk over.

"Emma, we just talked with the marshals and they are actually in town and on their way here. They already knew he was here. They are coming to talk to you and Killian. Do you know when he will be here?" one of them asks.

"Should be any minute now. If not I'll call him soon," she says. They nod.

"The marshal instructed us to stay with you until they got here, so we shall be right outside your door," One says as they leave and shut the door. Emma lets out a sigh of relief and curl up with a cup of hot chocolate on the couch. Belle joins her. She's a pre-med student and wants to be a psychologist.

She begins talking to Emma about this study she read the other day. Emma tunes her out, but nods at what seems to be the appropriate times.

There is a commotion in the hall and the door bursts open. Killian strides through, sees Emma on the couch, and walks over. He pulls her into his arms.

"You're okay. You're okay," he keeps repeating.

"I am fine. Are you?" she asks and pulls away to face him properly. He sweeps the blonde hair out of her face. He looks so worried it breaks her heart.

"Yeah. I just assumed the worst when you said you'd meet me at home. We never do that. What happened?" He asks. She picks her phone up from the table and hands it to him. He reads the text and hands it back to her. He visibly upset, but says nothing.

"Belle, you can go home. You don't need to stay here," she says with a weak smile. Belle returns the smile and stands. She gives Emma a tight hug.

"You take care of yourself. I can't lose one of my closest friends you hear?" she chuckles and Emma nods and walks her out.

"What are police even doing outside? What's being done about that goddamn text?" he asks rapid fire questions. She places her hands on his shoulders.

"Breathe," he reluctantly takes a deep breath, "Alright. The marshals were called. They were already on their way and should be here soon. They have questions for us. After that I don't know what will happen." He nods and begins to pace. She plops down on the couch.

"Stop pacing and sit down," she orders.

"I can't. I feel useless and if there is one thing I am supposed to do is protect you. I promised your father I would. I intend on keeping that promise," he says enraged. The door opens and two men in black suits walk in. One has white hair and visibly older. One has balding brown hair, but can't be older than forty.

"Are we interrupting?" The older agent asks. Emma stands and shakes her head. They walk over.

"I'm U.S Marshal Wallace and this is my partner, U.S Marshal Whitmore," The older of the two introduces themselves. They all shake hands. Killian, still high strung, dives in.

"So, you know he has come here? Why couldn't you find him in Storybrooke? Can you track his cell phone? You have his number, correct?" Killian asks. Marshals Wallace and Whitmore look a little thrown by his questions.

"Killian," she scolds, "The officers mentioned you had questions for us. What can we do to help?" she asks politely.

"Yes. First off do you know how Mr. Cassidy got your phone number?" Marshall Wallace asks.

"Not a clue. We don't really talk. The whole he tried to kill me and my boyfriend on several occasions puts a kink in the relationship," she says bitterly. They nod.

"Do you know if he has any friends here? Anyone he could be staying with?" Marshal Whitmore asks.

"Everyone that I know through Neal is in Storybrooke, so no," she sighs. They look at Killian and he shakes his head.

"Alright. That's all we need from you for now. The officers will be posted at your door from now on. You hear anything from him again you tell the officers and we shall be in touch shortly," Marshal Whitmore says and with that they leave. She turns to Killian and kisses his cheek.

"What was that for?" His brow furrowed in confusion.

"I never congratulated you on the game. Anyway, you need to unwind. Come on, we're going to bed," she says. Emma takes his hand and leads him into their room. She doubts either of them will sleep, but they have each other.