Hey, guys! I know I have a million multi chapters going at the moment, but here I am with another one. On the bright side, I have almost ten chapters written for this one, which will be updated at least once a week, maybe more. This once was supposed to be for the cs big bang, but I've just not had enough time, with a family death, exams, and being very ill recently, so here we go.

I hope you like it, uploading especially for cs au week: day four (complete au).

- Shauna! xo

The first time they meet is colourful, to say the least, but it's the one time that Killian Jones learns how badass his Emma Swan is and it's one of the things he likes most about her.

It was when his mate, Will, had got mixed up with some not so great people and being the nice friend he was aspiring to be, he had offered his services to help. Whatever it took to get him away from those wankers. He'd agreed to meet them, under Will's name and honestly, he can't even remember what the initial plan was anymore but what he does remember is being arrested by nobody other than Miss Emma Swan herself.

The rest of them took off when they saw the blonde in the bright red leather jacket but Killian being completely oblivious, just started. God, she was beautiful, and his mouth parted to say something, anything, but she had him pinned against the wall with his hands restrained behind his back before he could even utter a word.

"Save it, buddy," she told him, her tone dark. "I'm sure the police will give you plenty of time to talk tonight."

Police?

"Woah, lass-"

She doesn't let him finish, the fiery blonde, as she turns him around, a hand on his shoulder as she glares.

"Not a word."

"But-"

"I've had a very bad day, buddy. I would not push your luck," she practically snarls.

But, because he's Killian Jones, he still can't help himself, even if he's in cuffs.

"Stressed, love? Because I would be more than happy to lend out my services," he even winked, leaning towards her.

Her glare never falters.

"You're unbelievable."

"To you?" He grins. "Yes, I would be. Absolutely."

She rolls her eyes.

"Okay, I've had enough. Come on. Time for custody for you, love," she mocks, her tongue curling around the word, sarcastically.

Say what you want about Emma Swan, but he wouldn't die that she was efficient as she had him in her yellow bug not two minutes later and when he commented on her particular choice of vehicle, she just glared.

"Quite the vessel you're guarding here, oh mysterious one who shall not be named," he grins, from the back.

(She'd denied him her name, not a minute before, merely pressed harder on the gas.)

"How about we just have some peace and quiet, hm?"

It wasn't really a request though, he knew that, but still, his mouth parted.

"Or I can gag you."

He smirked.

"Into that? I suppose I could be convinced..."

She groans and he feels the car as her foot slams to the floor and he twists around to check in the front.

"Speeding?" he asks. "Bad form for a police officer, love."

"Not your love," she grumbles, hands tightening around the steering wheel. "And not a police officer."

"Then what are you?" he asks.

He watches her roll her eyes through the mirror.

"None of your business, criminal."

He decides not to correct her.

"Come now, love," he emphasises the nickname, purposefully. "I can't know who my kidnapper is?"

She snorts.

"Hardly kidnapping you, buddy. Maybe you shouldn't have avoided the law." A beat, and then, "Bailbonds."

He sighs, "Ah. Makes sense."

"Oh?" she raises an eyebrow.

He shrugs with a grin, "Thought you pretty bad ass."

She looks shocked but doesn't let it rattle her.

"Compliments won't get you anywhere at this point," she tells him, truthfully.

"But, what if it's the truth?" he shoots her a toothless grin. "Besides, I'd love to take you out for a drink sometime."

She rolls her eyes, "You're lucky if you'll ever get out of prison. I doubt that will happen."

"We'll see."

She doesn't dignify that with a response.

When she gets him to the station, all it takes is one look from the woman at reception to shrug and then her lips twist up.

"No," the brunette says.

Emma's eyes widen, "What do you mean no?"

She merely shrugs again.

"Afraid you've got the wrong man, sweetheart," Killian pipes up instead with a grin.

She glares and points a sharp finger at him.

"Quiet, you."

She looks at the lady (Elena, he learns her name is later), who merely repeats what Killian says, shooting Emma an incredulous look.

"You've got the wrong guy."

Emma growls, teeth bared, "That's not possible."

She shrugs, "Afraid it is."

An image is passed over the desk and Killian gulps as he catches a look at it. Will. They're all looking for Will.

He keeps a peaceful smile on his face when Emma turns to look at him, her hands working to undo him from the cuffs frantically with a loud sigh. He sighs, himself, in relief, when she takes the silver cuffs away, his hands rubbing over his wrists.

"And you couldn't have said you were innocent?" she demands.

He shrugs, a charming look gracing his features.

"Maybe I wanted to spend time with you."

She glares, but he catches Elena's grin at the exchange, at the way she rebuffs him.

He sighs, dramatically, holding a hand out for her to shake.

"Killian Jones," he grins. "Not a criminal. And you are?" his voice raises.

A beat passes until it becomes clear she's not going to answer, arms crossing over her chest with a huff.

"Emma," a voice pipes up from the desk with a grin on her face. "Her name is Emma."

Emma, as it turns out, just glares, eyes flitting between him and Elena.

"Emma," he sighs, hand reaching out for hers and pulling it upwards until he can press a chaste kiss to her knuckles and grinning when her cheeks seem to burn. "Such a lovely name for a lovely lass."

She seems to realises what she's done and lets her arms drop, hanging loosely by her sides.

"Right, yeah," she flips her hair. "You're free to go now."

His smile doesn't falter.

"Afraid not, love. I've still got to take you out on that drink I was promised."

Her voice is exasperated when she speaks again.

"Seriously?"

And he's convinced he's been half in love with her since that moment as she stormed past him until she was lingering back in the doorway, throwing a glare in his direction.

"Well?" she gestured with her hands. "Are you coming?"

He chased after her.

(As he always will.)

"With pleasure."

She groaned at the innuendo as he placed a hand on her back which she merely shook off.

"Boundaries, buddy," she reminded him.

He shrugged, "I've never been one for rules."

"Clearly," she muttered.

"So," he starts, as they walk outside, strolling slowly. "Does Miss Emma have a last name?"

He watches her clearly debate with herself before she sighs, relenting up.

"Swan," she tells him. "Emma, Swan."

"Swan," he muses. "It suits you."

And the story of how they become roommates, is another great one, which coincidently happened not three months later, but that, is one for another time.

-/-

He always worries, increasingly so, when she works or what Emma calls working (he likes to call it bad form on their parts for skipping town and leaving their families, worried and vulnerable - he knew that feeling all too well). They're days when he worries more than others.

Take today, for example.

Emma had been offered a lot more than usual to take down her present target, that much he knew, which meant that he was incredibly dangerous and kickass saviour (what he liked to call her and smirk at the resulting eye roll he got) or not, she was still very breakable in the eyes of a jail jumping criminal.

So, when it gets to 2 am and he's heard nothing from her, his eyes are wide and imploring as they stare back at the television screen, seeing nothing with his blurry vision.

It either meant that it was going really well and he hadn't suspected anything, he'd left or she was hurt and because she was Emma Swan, it most likely the last one. She was beyond reckless when she gets into the game and they both know it.

He's told her multiple times that it will get her killed.

So, by the time he gets a phone call at five minutes past two, he's beyond worked himself up into a frenzy.

"Is this Mr Killian Jones?"

His hands are cold, practically shaking as he clutches the phone close to his ear and really, he's not even sure he manages to utter out a "Yes".

"We have a Miss Swan here," the woman on the phone continues, voice robotic.

He grits his teeth, jaw clenching as his forcibly loosens his fingers around the telephone and there's a million thoughts running around in his mind.

What happened?

Is she breathing?

Is she okay?

Is she...

"And you're down as an emergency contact."

He startles slightly at the information.

Him?

But why- since when?

He hears a cough and realises that he must haven't responded so he asks the one question he is so desperate to have the answer to.

"Is she okay?" his voice is hesitant like he can't handle the answer but, honestly, he probably can't.

She was okay. She had to be.

He hears a light sigh.

"Miss Swan will be fine," the voice says firmly. "A few broken ribs and some cuts but she should be up on her feet in no time. Up to chasing bad guys tomorrow if it was up to her, I presume."

There's a small laugh that Killian tries to echo but it gets stuck in his throat, the feeling of relief overwhelming him and it takes a few moments before he can speak.

"Tell her I'll be there as soon as possible."

When the nurse speaks again, he swears he can detect a smile in her voice.

"Of course, Mr Jones. Come straight to the reception," she instructs.

He's still breathless, thoughts running quicker than he can catch up even as he jogs to the car, hesitating before collecting a few of Emma's belongings. If knows her and he rightly does, he'd be willing to bet his soul that she'd have blood covering her from tip to toe and despite her insistence that his fashion sense was moot, she'd need a change of clothes and better these, than nothing.

His hands are still shaking, vibrating around the gears as he puts his foot down to the floor, teeth gritting as he prepares himself to break every law known to get there as quick as possible to be there. To be there with her, for her.

Because he loves her.

Even if she doesn't love him.

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