I am back from my Thanksgiving and amazingly...mine went a lot like my story but it was my Mom who was David. Yeah, her mom in law graced us with her presence lol

I know Black Friday is passed but hey, may as well continue the drama am I right?

Thanks for the feedback and I do apologize if Emma running over Gold's cat was morbid. That is actually based off my own experience last year only it was my fiance's grandma's cat.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing

Chapter 1 of Black Friday Madness

Emma groaned as a sharp beeping noise broke her out of her dreams and into the awareness. She was too warm and too comfortable to bother with alarms this early in the morning and instead of getting up to deal with it, she snuggled closer to her pillow, barely comprehending the feeling of a warm body pressing at her back and an arm hugging her body tight until she felt someone kiss her neck. Her eyes instantly snapped open and she sat up rather quickly, a bad idea she soon found out as her hands instantly shot to her head as if to hold it in place. Black dots swam through her vision and a flash of dull pain pounded in her forehead as the room spun around her, those arms once again encircling her waist and gently tugging her back.

"Easy there, love," she heard Killian's husky voice in her ear which effectively sent shivers up and down her arms. She allowed him to pull her back against the pillows where it was warm and where she noticed he sat like a king. "Looks like the alcohol managed to get to you better than we thought."
"Mmmm," she hummed as she closed her eyes and let him cuddle her closer to him.

The high pitched beeping in the room finally stopped and she settled fully against his bare chest, enjoying the warmth that seemed to radiate from his body through the covers and to her. She reveled in the warmth and closed her eyes with a contented sigh before a fleeting thought caused her body to go rigid and brought her sitting up again.

"Does David know you're here? Is he okay with this? He's going to kill you, you know and I don't think I would be able to stop him if my life depended on it. The man is stubborn as all get out."
"As far as I know David knows I'm on my ship…I do live on it; and as for whether he could kill me or not I'm pretty sure that after last night, he's not in the best shape to be handling guns, swords or any other weapon of choice," Hook smirked at her as he once again snaked his arm around her back and pulled her closer against him, her body once again melting into his touch.

They lay like that for a long moment before Emma opened her eyes again after several long seconds as her mind processed what he had said, her mind catching on the words "my ship". She looked around her dim surroundings that were illuminated by the burnt down lantern on Hook's side of the bed and her eyes slowly followed the line of books on the shelves to the desk piled in maps. She was on his ship alright she smirked as her gaze then fell to a detailed sketch of a kraken nailed to the wall across from her until they finally landed on the deep red blankets that felt like silk under her fingertips.

"I'm at your place," she finally stated and her head moved with the laughter that fell from his lips and caused his body to shake.
"We're awfully observant this early in the morning aren't we, Emma love?"
"Shut up…yesterday was a long day," she yawned as she sleepily pinched his side. "There were unexpected surprises, we fought, we drank, I saw my father completely snockered out of his mind which is something I never thought I'd ever see but I'm kind of glad it happened and then-" her voice trailed off and Hook tilted his head so he could see her better.

Her eyes were wide as she whipped her head around to face him and her mouth hung slightly open, the expression making her look so much like a child it made her all the more endearing to him.

"Did I hit Gold's cat?"

Hook's lips just curled up into a smile at the horror on her face and she groaned as she leaned forward and rested her head in her hands.

"Oh god…I totally killed his cat. That's…terrible."
"Do you really not remember this, love?"
"Oh no," she said and spared a hand to wave at him with. "It's slowly coming back, all of it actually and all I have to say is we're terrible! I'm a terrible person."

He only laughed gently as he rubbed gentle circles across her back.

The alarm on her cell phone went off again and before he could stop her, she scrambled away from him, slightly swaying when she stood up. He watched as she closed her eyes and gained control over the spinning room before opening them once again and managed to maneuver herself across the room where he'd laid her coat and settled her shoes. She dug through the pockets of her leather jacket before bringing out her cell phone, raising a brow when she saw the time.

"Why did I set my alarm for midnight?" she asked him as if he were to know even though she was sure he didn't.
"Bloody hell if I know," he answered with a shrug, giving her a sultry look that he hoped would entice his woman back to bed.

She looked confused for a moment as she stared at the screen and then turned off the volume before dropping it back in the chair. A nagging feeling pricked the back of her mind as if she was forgetting something but she only shrugged it off as she walked toward the four poster bed where her pirate waited for her under the covers.

His arms wrapped around her once again as she slipped between the sheets, the touch causing her to melt like putty in his hands and she let sleep's lurking darkness overtake her as she settled back into his arms.

Mary-Margaret left her husband snoring on their bed as she stealthily closed the bedroom door, not willing to wake him up but also reasoning with herself that a hurricane could be tearing the house apart and David would probably remain in sleep's death grip. It was a wonder that she'd managed a good three hours of sleep at all what with his heavy breathing sounding relative to a lion at full roar.

She slipped past the kitchen, grabbing the coupons she'd set aside three days prior from off the counter as she glided by, dropping a note for Henry in their place. She paused as she wondered if she was being fair for leaving him with David before reminding herself that she'd be back sooner than what was expected. Besides, if there was an emergency he had her number.

Wrapping a scarf around her neck at the door, she pondered once again if she should call Emma for a courtesy wake up call in case she had grown distracted with the previous night's events that she personally didn't want to imagine. Her hand reached into her coat pocket, her fingertips meeting the cool feeling of her phone case before she finally shook her head.

Emma was a grown ass woman who knew she was on shift and she was sure that despite whatever night's events her daughter had partaken in, she would show up for work. Being Sheriff was something that Emma not only excelled at but thoroughly enjoyed and very little next to family kept her from donning the badge and checking in on the town's residents.

Without giving it another thought, Mary-Margaret grabbed her purse and slipped out the front door remembering she was meeting Belle and possibly Regina at Granny's for a cup of coffee before they headed out for their shopping. Her grin grew tight at the idea of her past endeavors at Black Friday shopping and she could only hope that she wouldn't come home having to nurse a black eye like the year before. As her feet quietly began their descent down the stairs she wondered at what type of day lay ahead of her; she was sure it was going to be anything but normal.

"So, explain to me again, dearie, exactly why it is you want so much to go shopping with Snow White and her evil stepmother? Because the idea of having a good time seems nigh impossible with those two in the same vicinity of one another."

Belle's mouth quirked up in a smile as she zipped up her dress, staring at her love in the mirror as she did so. He was watching her every move with those dark brown eyes of his, a look of awe and amazement crossing over his features as she slowly turned toward him, studying him with a look all her own. She never tired of that look in his eyes; the look that told her that she was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him and that he would love her to the ends of the earth and back. It made her heart do crazy things.

"Call me crazy but I do need some lady friends and if Mary-Margaret is willing-"
"Regina is the one I don't trust," Rumpel spat as he stood from their bed and walked toward the window, drawing back the curtain to reveal a dark starry night sky. "She did lock you up in a room for twenty-eight years after all and completely twisted the knife in my heart by telling me you were dead. Please excuse me for being wary."
"Oh, Rumpel," Belle slowly exhaled his name as she crossed the room and encircled his waist with her arms.

They stood like that for a moment before she kissed his shoulder and let him go, grabbing her jacket from the hanger as she started for the living room.

"Do you need me to warm up the car for you, dearie?"
"If you don't mind. I need to find my boots…they're around here somewhere."

Rumpel smiled as he pulled his house robe around him and made for the door that led him down the stairs to the shop, switching on lights as he walked along. The grandfather clock chimed twelve o'clock in the morning and he grimaced at the realization he'd be opening the shop in another hour. Neal had agreed the night before on their way from the Charmings that he could help the store out until Belle came back, an offer that had surprised both Rumpel and Belle but put a bit of hope in his heart and a spring in his step.

He grabbed the keys from their hook by the back door and pulled his robe closed tighter around him as he opened the door to the car port, the frosty cold instantly nipping at him in an unforgiving manner. He shuffled quickly down the back porch steps and across the car port, his mind lost in thought as he reached the car that he almost didn't notice the beloved cat he'd purchased for Belle laying behind the wheel.

Studying the still body for a second, he finally decided to get the cat to move, afraid that when he started the car it might back up a bit and injure the creature he had grown quite fond of. He crouched down and reached out to poke at the cat to move but at the feeling of its cold body against his hand, he paused.

Something wasn't right.

Once again he pushed at the cat but it didn't budge and he felt a bit of dread build up in his throat as he moved closer so he could confirm the suspicion that was beginning to form in his mind. With both hands he nudged the cat closer and with one breath turned her over, only to draw one of his hands back over his mouth.

What the hell?

He stared for a moment not sure what to think before he furrowed his brows in thought. There was no way he had run over Lucifer. He would have felt it, have known it and he sure as hell would have seen her when he was pulling into the drive.

No. Someone else had done this and rising to his full height he remembered the porch light turning on the night before which had given him cause to get out of his warm bed and observe the back area.

"Someone was here last night," he confirmed and grit his teeth at the realization that not only had someone been there but they had done this awful thing and tried to frame him for it. He felt a flicker of anger warm his belly and he hit the car door with his fist, not caring that he hurt himself in the process.

What was he supposed to do with the cat? Worse yet, what was he supposed to tell Belle?

At the thought of Belle he strode toward the back door, not willing that she see her cat like this. He wasn't exactly sure how long he was going to be able to keep the ugly truth from her but he was going to buy himself as much time as possible.

The back door opened just then and he burst up the porch steps, nearly shoving Belle back into the house as he bounded back into the house. Her blue eyes widened as he slammed the door before looking back at her, his body radiating with the cold.

"You okay?"
"Yes, fine," he said though she could tell he was anything but.

She crossed her arms over her chest and leveled him with a knowing look while he looked to be searching for something to say.

"The car battery is dead," he finally exhaled. "I just feel bad about you walking to Granny's. If you wait five minutes I can walk you there."
"It's fine Rumpel," she said as a grin filled her features. "You need not worry about me. It's only four blocks and I've walked much further on many occasions."

He gave her a slight smile as she leaned forward and left a kiss at the corner of his mouth, wondering what in the world he was going to do. She pulled back and gave him a little wave that he responded to with what he hoped was a bright smile and knew he must have satisfied her somewhat because she turned and headed out through the shop and out the front door.

It was only when he heard the bells ringing over the door announcing her departure, that he leaned against the wall fully and closed his eyes as he realized he may have to enroll some help in forming some type of mission to secure Belle's unknowing of Lucifer's passing and he knew exactly who it was he was going to force to help him.

Running up the stairs to get dressed, he couldn't help but recall a certain Sheriff who owed him a favor.

I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!

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