A.N: Thanks so much for the reviews, the follows and favourites! Super super flattered and just had to write the second chapter for ya'll- keep reviewing (pointing out mistakes as i am still beta-less and just sharing your thoughts, they really really help me write :)
Just to be clear, some of the characters here such as Aurora, I couldn't keep her name Aurora that be like to fucking obvious lol so the name changes are present but and easy to figure out- Aurora = Nurse Rose Dormant (as in Briar Rose and dormant as in sleep duh)
Anywhoo! Here's chapter 2 enjoy :D
Emma snapped out of her reverie when the door behind her closed shut, leaving her alone with Killian. Fuck Swan keep it cool, even though he's sex on a stick he probably put peoples heads on sticks so quit ogling and do your fucking job!
"Good morning Mr. Jones, I'm Emma Swan, I'll be the consulting clinical criminologist on your case." Emma spoke with as much authority as she could gather, what with him still undressing her with his eyes.
She took the seat directly in front of Killian, crossing her legs and leaning back, showing him he held no sway over her Haha keep telling yourself that.
Killian leaned forward on the table, he was wearing the hospital issued white pyjamas which looked more like scrubs and on him could of just as well been designer clothes- the shirt was short sleeved and showed off his very impressive biceps and Emma could see his muscles flex beneath his shirt Don't drool Emma don't drool. His hands were handcuffed to the base of the chair and Emma got a glimpse of his bandaged stump before it and his hand disappeared under the table. He raised an eyebrow as he caught her staring but smiled as if amused by her.
"Less impressive with the bandages on, perhaps once we're better acquainted I'll let you see what lies underneath, and if you'll behave I'll let you see the hook." He ran his tongue along his upper teeth as he spoke - with an accent that reminded her of Colin Farrel's and Jack Sparrow's love child. The innuendo behind his words were not lost on her.
"Looking forward to it." Emma said as dryly as possible. "Now, Mr. Jones-"
"Killian love, call me Killian, Mr. Jones sounds so formal and I think we've passed that stage." Emma swore that his voice was just too damn erotic, that he could recite the fucking A,B,Cs to her all day and she'd be riveted.
"Mr. Jones," Emma emphasised, "Let me explain to you how things are going to operate with me, I don't buy any of your so called charming lines and come ons, so here's how it's going to work- we will meet 3-4 times a week besides your regular sessions with Dr. White and your other therapists. We will discuss your crime and the circumstances surrounding it, including your background, childhood, family, relationships and so on. What you and I discuss will be passed along to Dr. White as your head psychiatrist, he and I will consult on your case and how to best proceed with your treatment while you are committed here."
Emma had practiced this speech over and over in her head ever since school- knowing one's role in the mental health care system was vital, mistakes were not an option as peoples lives were as much in her hands as they were in the doctors, she had a responsibility and nothing and no one was getting in the way of her preforming her job 200% percent perfectly.
"Do you understand everything I've just explained to you? Do you have any questions regarding anything I've just said?"
Killian closed his eyes, nodding his head in understanding and before she could realise what was going on, he flew out of his chair, somehow no longer cuffed to the table, took the chair and jammed it against the door- blocking anyone from outside getting it. Emma stood up from her chair, her eyes frantically searching for any other exit but before she could even realise she was fucked, Killian had already slammed her against one of the walls.
Emma kept her eyes closed shut as she heard people outside trying to open the door unsuccessfully. Killian's damaged arm was pining her to the wall while his free hand cupped her face in his hand delicately.
"Open your eyes." He breathed out, as if talking above a whisper would shatter some moment they were having. "If you're not scared of me, open your eyes."
He knew exactly which button to press to get Emma to comply, she was afraid of no man, even if he was a homicidal mental patient. Emma opened her green eyes that clashed immediately with his bright blue ones. He smirked down at her, pressing his body intimately close to hers, the banging on the door behind him not bothering him in the slightest.
"That's a good girl." He nuzzled the side of her neck affectionately and Emma and to restrain herself from shivering.
"How did you-" Emma began to ask how he got out of the handcuffs but he cut her off.
"Pirate." He smirked. "See, let me explain to you how things are really going to work here, you're going to help me get out of here, prove my innocence and help all those other poor bastards who are unjustifiably committed here get out as well, oh and you're going to help me get my revenge on the crocodile." His blue eyes never left hers.
"Crocodile? Right, you think you're Captain Hook, and whose this crocodile hmm? The institute's pet iguana?" Emma tried to keep her voice levelled which was proving difficult with his free hand now sliding up her thigh.
Killian chuckled and shook his head, "No, no lass, your Dr. Gold is the crocodile, just hiding beneath the facade of a brilliant psychiatrist, don't be fooled love, you're as much as a prisoner as I am, he brought you here for some nefarious purpose, so don't let your guard down. Don't you think this place is a bit suspicious? Never heard of "Storybrooke Sanatarium" before have you? That's because it doesn't really exist. It's a front for Gold's plans. How did you even get hired? He found you, not the other way around, am I right?" His words caused her to pause, it was true, she couldn't find anything online on this place, Dr. Gold said he'd found her through a friend. He hadn't lied, Emma knew for certain, but one could twist the truth to suit them and Gold seemed like a master at that. Just as Emma was truly considering Killian's words, his hand continued to roam her body, his fingers now inching her shirt up, little by little. Emma glared at him. "Ooh you're a tough lass." Killian smirked as his fingers danced over her stomach just above the button of her jeans.
If this were any other guy, Emma would of kneed his crotch ages ago, but as she was dealing with a mentally unstable man, who just happened to also be a killer, Emma didn't feel like testing her luck, especially since he parted her legs with his knees and any chance of kneeing him flew out the door.
"I heard rape was one of your fortes." Emma's voice shook as his fingers continued their path up her shirt and she couldn't stop her noticeable shudder.
Killian smirked as he caught her reaction, "First of all I've never raped a women in my life, never had to, and second of all, it's not rape if you're willing." The last word he whispered as his lips ghosted over hers.
"Now be a dear and keep this conversation to yourself, no need to alert Gold to our plans, that will only get you hurt and me under more severe security."
"You think this little stunt won't get you into trouble?" Emma was visibly squirming as his hand brushed the swell of her breast.
"Nope, they'll view this as me introducing myself to you properly, acting out perhaps, but not enough to get me into real trouble." He nipped her neck and Emma's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she let out a soft whimper as he hit a particularly sensitive nerve.
Killian unfortunately heard her and smiled against her skin before pulling back and catching her gaze, his lips tugged at the sides in an devastatingly attractive smirk.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." Was all he said before he crashed his lips against hers. Emma was on fire, felt the flames licking at her, starting from her mouth where the source of all the heat was currently tracing her bottom lip with his tongue, asking permission to enter What a fucking gentlemen. When she wouldn't comply, more out of shock then real resistance, he bit and sucked on her bottom lip and when he bit hard enough, Emma gasped and Killian took full advantage of it and slipped his tongue inside. His hand moved from her cleavage to sliding his fingers through her hair and fisting it, pulling her head back and making her mouth part further. He ravaged her like a man sentenced to death who'd been served his final meal and Emma couldn't even pretend to resist anymore as his smell- a masculine scent that reminded her of the ocean, and his touch- a scorching hot lava that burned her through their clothes and fuck, the way he slanted his mouth over hers had her panting and moaning into his mouth and she finally responded back with her own tongue and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. As Emma's nails scratched his scalp Killian let out a jagged growl into her mouth that vibrated through her- right down to her toes and she swore she would come just from kissing him.
Just as Emma was beginning to think she was losing her mind Killian abruptly broke apart from her and jumped back as if she burned him, before she had a chance to question him the door slammed open- crashing the chair that held it against the wall. Two large orderlies grabbed Killian and dragged him out of the room, but not before she caught him sending her a wink.
Emma was rooted to her spot as Dr. White and a few nurses rushed to her checking to see if she was harmed, they took her stunned expression as shock from the situation and hopefully not for what actually transpired.
"Miss Swan, we're so terribly sorry! I had no idea he could get out of those handcuffs, the minute we heard something slamming against the door we tried but couldn't open it, I assure you we worked as fast as possible to force it open." Dr. White led her outside the room and helped her sit down on one of the benches.
Emma snapped out of her trance. "So you couldn't see what was going on inside the room?"
"It's against the law to video tape rooms- the only cameras we have are at the entrances and exits, and the hallways and lounge. The patients rooms and rooms such as these where sessions are held are illegal to videotape- a matter of the patients privacy you see." He replied unaware of why she was really asking.
She assured them that she was fine, startled but fine. he'd only pushed her against the wall and spoke only of him being Captain Hook and his tales, a bold faced lie, but Emma was always good with lies- telling them and telling when someone spoke them.
Her superpower definitely didn't tingle when Killian told her about Gold Something else was tingling though… but that didn't prove anything, just because someone believes their own lies doesn't make them true, especially someone as unstable as Killian who thinks he's a swash buckling pirate with a perm Didn't stop you from making out with him.
"I do hope this hasn't scared you off Miss Swan, occurrences like these do happen I'm afraid." Gold spoke, appearing out of nowhere as he approached her sitting form.
"I don't scare easily, it'll take more than that to scare me Dr. Gold, don't worry."
"I never do deary, I never do." He said cryptically and walked away.
Dr. White gave her a glass of water and helped her stand up. "Let's go see the other patients, no introductions this time hehehe don't worry. I'll get the files and we can go over each patient so you'll have the full background."
Emma faked smiled at his attempt at humour which came off more Ted Bundy then Al Bundy.
Emma caught Dr. White's elbow before he went to retrieve the files, "I'd like to see Mr. Jones file Dr. White, if you don't mind fetching that as well." She smiled charmingly,
"Of course, right away Miss Swan." He motioned for the nurses to follow him and left her there all alone on the "Violent Patients" floor after she'd been well, attacked for all intent and purposes and Emma couldn't help but think back on Killian's words, that something was very very wrong about this place.