I edited this quick so there might be mistakes.

Also I added in some spanish. I'm half mexican but my spanish isn't so good so I got most of my translations from google translate.

Enjoy:)

Chapter 16 Atlantic City

Emma almost cried in relief when she got the call. Her old partner Robert Mendez had seen Rowan driving down the main intersection. That was possibly the biggest mistake he could make, but of course he wouldn't know it since he wasn't aware of this world's procedures when it came to finding people on the run.

After calling Mendez and telling him what happened, giving a description of the car, Rowan, and Regina, she wasted no time in getting into her bug and driving after them. She sped down the intersection, hoping she wouldn't get pulled over. She needed to get to Regina before Rowan hurts her. It had been hours since she left Storybrooke. She had stayed on the main road, driving aimlessly until she had heard back from Mendez. Now she finally had a destination. She guessed she wasn't too far behind Rowan after all. She was only 40 minutes away from Atlantic City.

She could only hope Regina could hold on until she got there.

Rowan laid her on the bed. Regina was shaking, her eyes full of raw fear. She was alone. She had no idea where she was or how far out of Storybooke he had taken her. She wasn't the Evil Queen in this world. No magic to defend herself.

"You have no magic here my love," he warned her, taking a fistful of hair and getting into her face. "In this land I am stronger than you. If you so much as try to run or even scream, you'll be back in these shackles and so drugged you won't even remember your name."

He removed the gag first and she screamed despite his warnings. She didn't even see it coming until the back of his hand violently made contact with her cheek.

"Shut up!" he yelled, clasping his hand over her face and covering her mouth. She struggled and he only chuckled as if she was a child simply acting out. "I guess I can't trust you just yet."

He left the gag in her mouth and uncuffed one of her wrists and connected the shackle to the bed post. She desperately started pulling at it and he grabbed her arm. She looked at him, fear and anger swirling in those dark eyes. If she had her magic he would be burnt to a crisp by now.

"You know I wouldn't be doing this if we weren't meant to be together," he told her seriously.

You're insane, she found herself thinking and then he stood. He let go of her arm and went over to the TV. He put it on, the volume going up.

"Now you be good girl while I go find us some food," he ordered, going back over to her and kissing her cheek. She flinched away, her stomach clenching in disgust. He cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing her skin and she felt sick.

"We're going to be so happy," he said and then a dark look washed over him. "When I get back I'll show you just how much you mean to me." Her eyes widened in horror at what those words meant. She violently scrambled away from him, the fury in her eyes gone and now full of pure terror.

He grinned.

When he was gone, she tore the gag from her mouth and started yelling for help. Unfortunately the TV was too loud and she doubted anyone could hear her. She tired pulling at the cuff on her wrist, even when blood was streaming down her arm. Even when she could hardly move her injured shoulder that Rowan had taken out of the sling. It was the arm that was cuffed and the position it was in was nothing but painful.

She was trapped.

No one could hear her.

No one knew where she was.

She thought about Henry and Emma… if Emma was looking for her. She wished she was with her right now. If she had never gone to the stables, they would have been at home, cuddled in each other's arms while they watched a movie with their son.

The image was so warm and so domesticated, something Regina would had never thought she'd have and now wanted more than anything.

She didn't know what would happen to her. She didn't know if she'd ever see her family again, but she knew she needed to survive for them. She couldn't give up no matter what happens tonight or the ones after.

Mendez watched as his perp exited the room and got into his car. Rowan drove away and he waited a few moments until he hurried over to the room. He could hear the TV. The curtains were drawn. He needed to get to her before Rowan gets back or worse, hurts her.

He picked the lock and slowly opened the door to a terrified brunette. Blood was streaming down her arm that was cuffed to the bed. Her shoulder didn't look right and he could see she was in pain. Emma did tell him that the girl was hurt.

Regina looked up at him, her eyes full of fear. She didn't know him… if she could trust him.

"Regina," he started with her name, closing the door and slowly moving close to her. She tried scooting back, but the movement jostled her shoulder and she cried out in pain. "I'm here to help you. Emma sent me."

"Emma?" she finally spoke, her voice raspy and shaking and he saw a spark of hope in those fearful eyes.

"She's on her way," he said, approaching the bed and examining her shoulder. She winced at his touch. "It's dislocated again."

He pulled out his lock picking tools and tried unlocking the cuff. However he was having trouble getting it open. It was then they heard a car pull up and they both knew he was back.

"Oh dios mio," he grumbled under his breath and Regina looked up at him.

"Ir antes de que te atrapa," Regina's Spanish, her father's native tongue flowed easily from her mouth.

"No, I promised Emma…"

"Go now!" she snapped because she couldn't let this man risk his life for her. He clearly meant something to Emma. He cared for her and even if she knew nothing of their shared past, she didn't want him to lose his life. They heard the door to the car slam shut and they both knew he had less than a few seconds to get out of there. He pulled out a pocket knife from his jacket and placed it in her hand.

"I'm going out the bathroom window, but I'm not leaving you."

He disappeared into the bathroom, the door shutting close just as Rowan walked in with bags of food.

Emma found her old partner pacing by his car that was parked across the street from a cheap motel. He looked angry. His hand placed on the gun strapped to his belt.

"Robert!" her voice panicked and her face flushed from the long drive.

"I almost had her, dammit!" he snapped, kicking at the dirt and Emma followed his gaze to the motel.

"She's in there," she stated.

"He left and I went in and couldn't get the cuffs off in time. He's inside."

"You saw her?" Her eyes were hopeful and he couldn't help the guilt that was crushing him from the inside. He didn't want to leave her but he had no choice.

"She's…" He shook his head at the memory of the terrified woman chained to the bed. "She's scared."

"Did you tell her I was coming?" she asked, her heart breaking but her tone determined. She was getting Regina out no matter what happens tonight. Henry wasn't losing his mother and there was no way in hell she was losing the woman she loved.

He nodded and Emma took out her gun. He did the same.

"Let's go," she said and both of them headed towards the motel.

Regina watched him as he set the take out bags on the table. Her eyes watched his every movement, the pocket knife practically burning a hole under the pillow where she had hidden it. He was talking to her about his little trip to the fast food restaurant down the street, criticizing the service as if they were having a normal conversation and she wasn't being held hostage.

He didn't even seem interested in the food. The way he kept looking at her chilled her to the very bone. His eyes were racking up and down her body and oh god she knew what he was going to do.

"Now," he said, coming towards her and sitting beside her. "If you behave, I'll uncuff you and let you have dinner with me at the table."

"Remove your hand," she ordered darkly, her eyes cold like the Queen she once was. She shrugged her thigh away from his wandering hand.

"Come on, I know you want to," he said, leaning forward and kissing her lips. She struggled under his crushing weight as he was practically on top of her. She violently pulled away from him.

"Get off of me!" she yelled, desperately trying to push him off of her. He was too heavy… too strong and her injured shoulder was in agony each time she pushed against him. His wandering hands groped at her and he managed to get her blouse off, revealing her black lacy bra.

He was kissing her neck in an animalistic way as if he owned her. He trailed down to her breast and she finally let herself cry. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her body trembling, and raw fear paralyzed her to the bed. Flashbacks of Leopold taking her in her bed flashed through her mind and she was suddenly that young Queen again. The Queen that was nothing but a possession for the man that laid with her each night.

He grinded himself against her center, his mouth on her bra covered breast, and she could feel his rough hand unclasping the button of her slacks.

The feeling of him trying to tug her pants down brought her out of her flashback and to the here and now. She promised herself a long time ago that she would never let anyone or any man take her the way Leopold did.

She started to panic when he lifted himself up on his knees over her and started pulling down her pants, revealing her panties.

"No," she whispered, his eyes sick as he moved to undo his own pants. She couldn't let this happen and adrenaline rushed through her veins. She grabbed the pocket knife from under the pillow and right before he could even finish undoing his belt, she stabbed the thigh that was pinning her to the bed. He cried out in pain, his eyes full of rage as he brought his fist down and hit her in the mouth. Her lip split. She bit her tongue from the impact and she could taste the warm iron of her blood. The shock and pain disoriented her enough for him to pull the knife from his thigh. He held it to her neck.

That was when the door burst open, Emma and Mendez blazing in with guns drawn.

"Let her go Black! It's over!" Emma shouted, her eyes full of rage at the positon they were in. Rowan was straddling Regina who was half naked and he had a knife to her throat. Blood was pouring from a wound on his thigh and with a satisfied smirk, she knew Regina was the one to inflict it.

"Pull that trigger and the Queen here goes to sleep," he grinned, the blade pressing into her skin hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.

"Emma, shoot the idiot," Regina said, blood rolling down her split lip from where he had hit her.

"And risk him killing you?" She shook her head.

"He won't do it," she grinned bloody teeth, her eyes meeting her kidnappers. "He's a coward."

"Cállate Regina!" Mendez snapped when he saw Rowan pressing that knife deeper into her throat.

"No!" she cried defiantly, finally losing it. After everything that this man had done to her, she was finally losing it. "Eso es exactamente lo que es! Un cobarde!"

"Shut up!" Rowan yelled at her, unable to understand her but Regina only sneered at him. Emma's eyes widened in surprise. She had no idea Regina spoke Spanish.

"Look, if you really do love Regina," Mendez tried to talk him down and both women rolled their eyes at his words. "Then you'll let her go."

"She's mine…" he said, his eyes boring into the woman beneath him, the knife still pressed into bloody skin.

Emma saw red.

Regina belonged to no one. She didn't belong to the mother who bred her for the life of a Queen. She didn't belong to the imp that manipulated her descent into darkness and created the Evil Queen. She didn't belong to the man… a King that treated her like a royal babysitter at day and a possession at night. She didn't belong to the former guard whose twisted mind allowed him to kidnap and hold her hostage under the pretenses of love.

She raised her gun and pulled the trigger.

"She belongs to know one you sick son of a bitch!" she yelled, the sound of the gun going off and piercing the arm that held the knife.

Rowan screamed, holding his arm and dropping the knife. That moment was all Mendez needed to pull him off of Regina and force him to the floor.

The moment he was cuffed Emma rushed over to Regina, taking her face in her hands. The brunette whimpered at the loving touch and she couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks.

"Regina, love don't cry," Emma soothed her, pulling her into her arms and trying not to cry herself. Regina's body racked with sobs, her face buried into Emma's shoulder. "I'm here ok. You're safe."

She pulled away from her and gently lied her back down on the bed. She took in her appearance. Her shoulder looked mangled once again. Blood streamed down from the cuff from where it had torn into her skin. Blood rolled down her chin and the corner of her mouth, combining with the blood seeping from the scratch in her neck from the knife. She also had bruises on her face from where he had struck her. She was in her panties and bra and Emma could only hope he didn't rape her.

"Did he…"

"No," Regina whispered, through her now quiet tears. She was trying to get a whole of herself. Trying to appear stronger than what she felt. She felt so tired, so hurt and violated. She just wanted to go home and sleep with Emma holding her and with Henry nearby in his room.

Emma sighed in relief and pulled a sheet over her body, covering her.

"Let's get you out of here," she said, her focus going to the cuff. It was a difficult lock. It took a while to remove especially since she was trying not to jostle and injure Regina's shoulder even more.

By the time Regina was free of the cuff, Mendez already had Rowan in his car, cuffed and bleeding.

She helped Regina into her clothes and helped her outside and into the passenger seat of her bug. Luckily Mendez had a first aid kit in his trunk. She knelt infront of Regina and cleaned the wounds on her wrist, neck, and lip.

"Are you sure you don't won't to go to the hospital?" Emma asked and Regina nodded.

"I just want to go home," she whispered, her body trembling from the cold. There was a blanket in the back seat that Emma usually used for stakeouts. So she grabbed it and wrapped it around Regina's shoulders.

"Thank you," Regina sighed in relief and Emma leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner… a lot sooner before he left Storybrooke." Regina could see the guilt in her eyes and she reached up, placing her hand on Emma's cheek.

"No," she said, her voice stern. She needed Emma to understand that this wasn't her fault. "You did everything you could to save me and you did. There was no way you could have stopped this."

"I almost lost you," Emma whispered, her hand covering Regina's that gently caressed her cheek.

"You didn't," Regina said, taking Emma's hand and kissing her palm.

"You won't have to worry about him," Mendez's voice sounded from behind them. Emma stood, turning to face him. "I'm taking him to the station."

"Thank you so much," Emma said, hugging her old friend. When they pulled away he approached the brunette sitting in the yellow bug.

"I wish we could have met under different circumstances," he said, kneeling in front of her. "You were brave tonight."

"Thank you," she said, her eyes genuine with gratitude. After all Emma wouldn't have known where to find her if it wasn't for him. She smiled and he stood, gently squeezing her arm.

"Hey don't be stranger," Emma said when he stood and she gave him once last quick hug.

"Of course not," he smiled, his eyes shining and reflecting upon their old bail bond days.

She really did miss him.

At one point he was her only friend and she promised herself that she would stop distancing herself and maybe have him meet Henry sometime and get to know Regina a little more. After all, he helped save her.

After their goodbyes and reassurances that he would make sure Rowan gets locked up, they watched as he drove away with the man who would never again hurt either of them.

"I didn't know you speak Spanish," Emma said as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove back in the direction she had come from. To Storybrooke.

Regina lifted her head from where she had been resting it on the window and looked at Emma.

"I am half Latina dear. My father taught me, made sure I was fluent despite my mother's wishes. I even taught Henry but he lost most of it when he got older and started pulling away from me."

Emma glanced at her for a moment, her hand resting on her thigh, before turning back to the rode. "I love learning new things about you."

Regina rolled her eyes at Emma's mushiness but couldn't keep the blush from spreading across her cheeks.

Emma grew serious then, glancing quickly at her girlfriend once more.

"I love you."

"So do I, mi amor," Regina swallowed the emotional lump in her throat. She cried enough tears tonight.

"What does that mean?" Emma asked curiously and Regina gently took a whole of the hand that was resting on her thigh.

"My love."

Oh dios mio – oh my god

ir antes de que te atrapa – Go before he catches you

Cállate – shut up

Eso es exactamente lo que es! Un cobarde! - That's exactly what he is! A coward

mi amor – my love