Under Lock and Key #Wattys2016

Chapter 28

Emma stopped in the sheriff station to let David know that she was there and was going to start the patrol, but he wasn't there. Instead, she saw a note on her desk.

'Sorry I'm not here, but Mary Margaret needed me for an emergency. Be safe. --David'

Emma threw the note in the trash and went out to the police car and pulled out of the parking lot.

It took an hour to patrol all the streets on the inside of the town. She made sure that everything was quiet and how a small town should be. She made sure that no one was breaking into any houses or businesses. She was patrolling the perimeter of the town when a figure started walking on the road. Emma gasped and swerved, but the man flew backwards into the woods behind him. She stopped the car and hurried down the hill after him.

"Are you okay?" She asked as soon as they were both on the road.

"Ah I'm fine. I just twisted my ankle a little bit." Emma looked at him. He had a navy blue coat on, and a black and deep purple scarf around his neck. His sandy blonde hair was messy on top of his head.

The man started to walk and Emma noticed his limp. "You are hurt! Let me drive you home."

"I live a mile up the road. I can make it."

"Please. I almost killed you with my car. At least let me drive you home."

He smiled. "Okay." He held out his hand. "Jefferson."

Emma took it. "Emma."

Jefferson gave Emma directions to his house. As they pulled up, Emma was surprised that he actually lived there. It was huge. She helped him up the steps and into his house.

"I'll make you some tea. It's the least I can do." He said as he limped to the kitchen.

Emma glanced around the room, looking at the decorative maps that were hung up on the wall.

"I'm kind of a cartographer. I map the areas in and surrounding Storybrooke for the mayor." He handed her a white teacup. "Here you go, Emma."

Emma immediately took a sip of the tea. She couldn't place how it was different from the tea that she occasionally drank, but she shrugged it off.

"So you are the new deputy?" Jefferson asked.

"I am. I was on my patrol when I almost hit you."

Suddenly, Emma grew dizzy. Her vision blurred and she felt herself falling over. She fell back against something hard. The empty teacup was still in her hands.

"You okay?" He asked as he sat her down on the couch.

"Just um, a little dizzy." She replied a little woozy.

Jefferson stepped back as her vision grew dark, and the teacup fell to the ground.

Killian sat in the motel room for three hours waiting for Emma to return home. He had tried calling her, but she never answered. Soon, all his calls were being sent to voicemail.

After the 10th failed attempt to get a hold of her, Killian grabbed his leather jacket and sprinted out the door. He was already in the process of tracking her phone.

Something had happened to her, and he was going to find out what it was.

By the time Emma woke up, she was now tied up. Her hands behind her back, duct tape around her legs, and a gag in her mouth. She was still on the couch. She skillfully sat up and saw that Jefferson was sitting in the chair across the room. He was playing with a gun in his hands. Her gun.

"Good morning. You've been out for a few hours." He said. He stood up and walked over to her. He pushed a piece of her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

Emma tried to mumble, "get away from me," but it never passed her lips.

"Jefferson is the name and I happen to find rare and valuable objects for different people, and let me tell you Emma Swan, you are one very valuable person." He sat back down in the chair playing with the gun again. "I know your secret. I also know who Killian Jones is. I know what he's been doing, and I even know why you guys decided to run away from Boston. Everyone else in this town is oblivious to the truth about who you both really are." Jefferson pointed the gun at her, and Emma's heart stopped beating in her chest. "Someone's been looking for you."

While he was talking, Emma was working on getting her hands untied. Jefferson stood up and left the room, leaving her able to get the duct tape off her feet. She hid behind the couch as he walked back into the room, followed by another set of footsteps.

"Where is she?" The second person asked. It was definitely a female. She couldn't place where she had heard the voice before.

"I left her right here!" Jefferson said.

"Find her. Find her now."

The footsteps were silenced by the carpet, but someone cleared their throat behind her. "You can't hide from me." Jefferson pulled Emma up by her hair and turned her around. Emma saw the woman that used to be Walsh's boss. Zelena.

"Thank you, Jefferson. What would I do without you?" She asked rhetorically and moved over to Emma. "You had your boyfriend kill mine. You never deserved Walsh. He was out of your league. And just when we are getting our life started, your monster of a boyfriend ripped him from me!"

"I didn't know Killian would go after Walsh. I didn't put him up to it. But Walsh was the real monster. Killian only did what he thought was best to protect me." Emma argued.

"Please. You wanted Walsh dead."

"Yeah, I did. He beat me everyday. I don't see any welts on your skin. You don't know what it's like!" Emma yelled and Jefferson jerked his hand back, causing a whimper of pain to escape her lips.

"He was amazing. The best boyfriend a girl could ask for, and you took that away from me. Now, me and his baby have to live without him."

Emma's jaw dropped. "You're pregnant?"

Zelena looked down at her flat stomach and smiled. "Yes. Too bad you won't be anymore."

"Let's go." Jefferson dragged her to a room, and sat her down in a wooden chair in the middle of the room. He tied her up and placed the gag in her mouth again. He left the room without another word.