A/N: Super short update. This is as far as I've got, but I'm leaving the country for the week so I'm going to spend some times trying to figure out how I'm doing this. What was originally going to be about 10 chapters is looking to be a lot more.

So here is essentially a taster.

Disclaimer: I don't own this. Wish I owned Adventure Time though.

Survival 101

"Ema." He said, seething with an undertone of danger . "Is not. Trash. She is more than twice the woman you'll ever be. I never said 'trash' Vanessa, you did. If I don't take trash back to my home what does that make you?"

"Why you-!"

"Ema belongs there. With me. And nothing that you can do or say will stop either of us. I will find her. I will get her back. You lose again, Vanessa.

...

Ema didn't know it but an hour had passed since she was first thrown into the van. Since then she had shuffled herself forwards towards the back door and had been investigating what she could about it in the little light she had and in the disadvantageous position she had been tied in. From what she could tell there wasn't any weak points, no back window for her to guess where she was heading or indeed alert attention to her situation. So instead she used as much force as she could muster from a kneeling position and had been doing her best to cause some damage to the door lock. Even though after the first five shoulder barges she knew it was pointless, she carried on regardless, more for her sanity then her escape.

Needless to say though, eventually her shoulder became too painful to continue and sat back on her heels, feeling more frustrated than anything. She'd been through fear; she'd spent hours fighting desperation, now she was just pissed off. Now she was tired and when Ema Skye was tired she was grumpy. She could not wait to get out of here, purely to annoy the bastards that had locked her up like an animal.

She shuffled back towards the front of the van and sat up against the wall that separated her and her kidnappers. Though there was a small window; she'd already seen that there was something covering it from the other side, and unfortunately bars covered it from this side. So instead of the brute force she had intended to use against them, she chose to provoke them.

"Hey guys! Can you hear me?" She yelled from the back.

"What is it?" One of them yelled back. She couldn't tell which though the voice didn't appear to be laughing, so she could only assume that it was the man that had carried her earlier.

"I was just wondering where you were taking me is all."

"Like we're going to tell you."

"I was only asking. I'd advise you not to leave state line though, wouldn't want the FBI involved. I mean, that is if my boyfriend hasn't already got men from there working my case too. By the way, when are you going to contact him about the money?"

"When he has it ready."

"Ok smart-ass, how are you going to know that when you threw away his only connection to me?"

Ema's head flew back into the wall as whoever was steering veered off a little.

"What did you call me?" He asked. Ema assumed that it was the more brutish of the two and was about to respond when she heard her inner voice telling her to shut up. Survival 101: Don't piss off the guys who potentially hold your life in your hands. Unfortunately for the inner voice, Ema had never really listened to it and decided to piss them off anyway.

"Sorry, I meant to say jack-ass."

"I'm gonna ask you again bitch, what did you call me?" The voice snarled, clearly trying to intimidate her into submission and Ema wasn't having any of that. She was tired, she was hungry and she really wasn't in the mood for cocky jerks.

"Hey!" She yelled, the change in her voice evident in only one syllable. "You think this is the first time I've been held hostage? You think you guys have anything on what I've already seen? Here's a little known fact about me. I don't handle these situations well. You know why? Because I get pissed off easily. And when I get pissed off I carry getting worse till I get my way. Now you already know that I'm a cop so you know that I'm used to violence, you know that working as a cop in this precinct means I handle a lot of crap which means that I've dealt with jerk-offs like you two before. And do you know what makes it even worse for you two?" She asked without waiting for an answer. "Not because all the local cops will be on your tail by now, not because the most powerful law enforcers in this area respect me and will want my safe return and not even because when you do get caught you're gonna get the harshest punishments possible in law because you did this to a pregnant, female cop, but because you two are vulgar, you made me pee against a tree like I was some dog and then you threw away my god damn snackoos!"

Sooo I'll be back in a week. With a proper chapter.

Adios!