Chapter 2: Hostage

Disclaimer: I do not own Killian Jones or any other Once upon a time characters!

"So, you're name's Killian Jones".
"Aye", he said, as they made their way past the haunting Renaissance art.
"Aye?" [seriously?]
"Aye."
"Huh. I feel like I've heard that name..."
He turned, slightly annoyed, slightly amused. " Trust me, you'll never meet anyone like me."
"Uh huh. And Who ARE you?"
"...Killian Jones."
"Why did you steal a dagger?" [no answer] " Is that all you took?" [no answer] "Why - "
"Would you kindly STOP asking questions?"
She humphed. Suddenly he turned and reached into her purse hanging off her shoulder. "Hey!" He ignored her, pulled out the map and looked at it, then continued walking briskly.
"Okay love, there's only one way I can get us both out of here scot-free," he said as they neared the exit. Suddenly, he had her armed pinned behind her back, small knife at her throat. "Lets just say you've offered me a fantastic avenue of escape", he whispered. "Now move".
He pushed her out the door where the cavalry was waited. Jane saw her friend Lucy, who was trying to keep her face from betraying shock and worry.
"Don't shoot!" Lucy called. "That man's already killed someone, we don't want to lose another civilian!"
Jane whipped around, catching Killian off guard. "You killed someone?! I thought you were just an art thief.
" Love you are making this look very much like we are conspiring together".
"I don't care. But seriously, what the hell are you doing right now? Get that knife away from me".
"You should care, lass", he growled. "Unless they think you're a hostage, they'll be shooting at the both of us".
"Did you really kill a guy?"
"Of course not. I was framed. Now if you'll please - "
A shot rang out.
"That was a warning shot, Jones!" shouted someone who looked to be an FBI agent. "You two have ten seconds to drop any weapons you're carrying and surrender".
"I don't think so, mate!" Killian grabbed her by the arm and dragged her along. "RUN".

She noticed Lucy duck between buildings while she took off with the thief/possible murderer.
Shots rang out. "Shit! Holy, Shit!" He smirked at her language but kept running. "Where the Hell are we going?!"
"You'll see!" [God she hated that answer].
Shots still sounded around him and she heard him yelp as a bullet grazed his arm. " You okay?"
"Right as rain, love. Though..if you want to kiss it to make it better, I'd have no complaints".
Jane would've rolled her eyes if she wasn't too busy running so hard. Where were they going? She felt like she was dying. Then she saw it. "An F-ing plane? He grinned over his shoulder.

They skidded to a stop as the pilot jumped out. He was a handsome, rugged-looking guy with grey eyes and medium length dark hair, swept back. And damn, he was tall. She figured he must be Irish, too. She guessed correctly.
"Killian," said the man, smiling, "did you get it?"
"Of course I did, you big git!" Killian laughed, clapping his friend's shoulder.
The man frowned. "You're bleeding. What happened to your arm?"
"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Let's get out of here though".
The pilot looked at Jane. "and who, pray tell, the Hell is this?
"Max meet Jane-"
"Jane. Reilly." She stuck out a shaking hand, which he merely looked at.
"Miss Reilly", he nodded toward her. Then, "Killian why do you have a girl with you?"
"I'm just that good, mate. She's a looker, too, isn't she?" He eyed her with an antagonizing grin.
"Look you ass, why did you even bring me here? Why am I suddenly in trouble?!"
Killian shifted his stance, "Well you so effectively made it look like you were in cahoots with me back at the museum, I believe they've now connected you with my supposed "crimes". And for that, I apologize. All I can offer is an escape with us on Max's plane here".
Jane looked at them doubtfully. Like that didn't sound like some kind of set-up. Before she could answer, someone with long, bright blonde hair skidded into view, pointing a gun at the three of them. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE", she yelled as they slowly raised their hands in the air. "Lucy!" yelled Jane.