A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! I'm glad you guys had a good laugh at the last chapter :) Warning: language in this one.

"I'm going to kill him," Emma muttered, "I'm going to kill him!"

Too bad she didn't have her gun on her, because she would be firing into the cruiser that was now racing down the main street.

"He stole my car!" Emma bellowed to Archie, who stood watching with his mouth wide open. Pongo barked enthusiastically at the speeding, screeching police cruiser. They watched as Hook expertly drifted, making a perfect circle in the middle of a major intersection. "How the hell is he even making those turns? He has one hand for God's sake!"

Emma sprinted down the street. She had no idea what she was going to do. Perhaps if she flashed him, he'd lose focus, get into a car crash, and cause the whole thing to blow up with him inside. At least it would save her the trouble of hunting him down and kicking his lousy pirate-ass. There was no way she was going to put up with his whistling and sexual innuendos back at the station.

As Emma approached, she saw that Hook had come to a standstill. He revved the engine a few times, waiting for her to catch up. Rolling down the window, he said: "Hey, Beautiful!" Flashing his signature grin, he revved once more. "That's the sound you'll be making when I've finally won you over."

"What the hell?" Emma spat, ready to fling herself on the hood of the car.

Hook cleared his throat. "You'll be making those noises in bed, love."

For a moment, Emma stared at him in horror. Was it even possible for a human being make those noises—especially while in bed? At her thunderstruck look, Hook laughed.

He slammed his foot down on the gas right when Emma sprang onto the top of the car. She snatched at the cruiser's police lights and clung on for dear life, screaming: "Stop the car! Stop the car!"

The car slowed down before coming to an abrupt halt. Emma was flung onto the hood. Her tank top road low due to the impact. "I'm going to kill you," Emma snarled, about to slip off—but he started up the cruiser once more, and she was forced to hold on to the windshield wipers.

"I rather like the view, love!" he yelled happily, watching her sway this way and that as he purposefully swerved the car, causing her breasts to jangle.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Emma screamed, trying desperately to hold on. Her tank top was offering her no protection whatsoever.

"If only you could show me that passion in a kiss! Just one kiss, Swan!"

Emma shrieked something incoherent and rude. Her fingers were slipping...

Hook saw and slowed the cruiser down considerably.

In a flash, Emma was off the hood and readjusting her tank top. All the while, Hook smiled. "Get out of the car," she hissed menacingly.

"Ooooo—tough lass."

"Hook, get out of my car! How in the hell did you even learn to drive?"

"I'm skilled. What can I say?" Now he was smirking. Emma wanted to smack that smirk right off his pretty face. "Now how about that kiss?"

"Get. Out. Of. My. Car."

"Aye," he sighed, pushing open the door. It was then that Emma noticed where he'd taken them. They stood at the edge of the wharf. The grey ocean was feet away.

The second he stepped out of the cruiser, it coasted forward. "You didn't put it in park!" Emma shouted, stumbling to try and halt the car in time—but it rolled over the edge of the road and fell ten feet before landing into the water.

A loud splash sounded.

"My car!" Emma cried in shock.

"Whoops. Sorry, love." He didn't sound sorry at all.

Emma rounded on him, ready to kill.

She hadn't noticed how close he'd gotten. He was inches away from her face. Blue eyes bore tantalizingly into her own. He was too handsome for his own good—or maybe not. The bloody pirate knew he had the smolder.

"Now for that kiss," he whispered.

"If you lay one ha—" Emma began, but she was cut off when his lips crushed against hers. His good arm snaked around her waist, crushing their chests together. The hook he had for a left hand oh so carefully pushed back and tucked loose strands of her windblown blond hair behind her ear.

His lips were like fire against her skin, and she inhaled him, fighting back the flood of revulsion she felt versus the agonizing lust she craved for him. All too soon—she would never admit—he pulled away.

Giving her another grin, he said: "Sorry about the car, love."

Emma was too stunned to sprint after him when he fled.

Thought it would be fun to have him steal her car. I laughed when I typed up the idea of her flashing him to get him to blow up and die in an accident. Am I the only one who finds this funny? XD