Jefferson had been missing for months and while most seemed pleased that the “Mad Man” was gone, Emma had to put on a brave face and pretend that it didn’t hurt that she’d lost the man that she was certain was her True Love. It wasn’t entirely like him to just leave like he had, everything had been going well. They were finally happy. Emma had more or less moved into the mansion, spending all her time with Jefferson, Grace, and Henry - her family. She’d woke up in the morning, curled herself around him, and enjoyed their newfound love for good morning sex, before she had to finally get ready for work.
And when she came home he was gone.
It didn’t make sense. He might have had moments were he wasn’t stable, but he sure as hell wouldn’t up and leave like this. Not after everything they’d been through together, to get to where they were. Where ever he was, he didn’t get there because he wanted to.
So she searched for him. She exhausted every resource that she had outside of Storybrooke to help her track him down. If he crossed the line, he wouldn’t know who he was. Or who she was for that matter. But she still had to find him, she wouldn’t rest until she had him home again.
They got a hit matching his description in the small city about twenty miles from Storybrooke and she left without another question. She knew he was there. She knew she’d find him.
Emma drove down every street and side street, staring intently at every crowd of men outside of bars, every gathering of the homeless beneath over passes, and just when she was about to give up, something told her to circle back and go down an alley by an abandoned warehouse. She parked the bug, getting out and leaning against it. Her heart was pounding in her chest and it felt right. “Hello?” She called hesitantly, staring down the dimly lit narrow space between buildings.