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4


"Is it true?!"

Emma threw Henry a weary glance as she drove down the street towards the park; one of the boy's favorite spots in town. "Is what true, kid?"

Practically bouncing in his seat with some unknown agitation, Henry squinted as he spoke. "That you, David and Ruby put Captain Hook in jail. Everyone's talking about it! It's about time, right? Where did you find him? How mad is he? Did he––"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down." She gave an exasperated shake of her head and pressed her lips together. Drawing in a slow breath, Emma tilted her head as she pulled onto the side of the road, parked and pulled her key out of the ignition. "First of all, David found him." They unbuckled themselves and stepped out of the yellow bug. Shooting him a pointed look to see if he would blurt out anymore questions, she was pleasantly surprised that he remained quiet. "He was in my apartment. Turns out, the pirate has been stealing my stuff. Go figure."

A long pause commenced. The two walked towards the playground side-by-side hearing only the sound of gravel crunching under their feet when finally he uttered a "Wow," in disbelief. The boy furrowed his brow as he tried to grasp the situation. "And...and then what?"

"And then..." She stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, shrugging. "Ruby and I were in front of the library when they showed up. I took him to the sheriff's station and he pretty much confessed to stealing my things," Pausing for half a heartbeat, Emma made a face at the ridiculousness of it all and continued. "I decided that it was useless to draw information out of him that he wasn't already up for giving and left him to his thoughts. And here we are."

Henry snorted and hopped onto a swing, kicking off the ground hard. "That's funny."

Joining her son, Emma tucked a few locks of hair behind her ear and wrapped her fingers around the cool metal. She took a seat and had just barely begun to swing to and fro. "It's more pathetic than funny if you ask me." She retorted, staring off at the horizon.

"No, I didn't mean that kind of funny." He responded and wrinkled his nose in thought. A weird smile crossed his features and he narrowed his eyes. "I meant...This kid in my class, Andrew. He'd take other kids' stuff all the time. We always thought it was just annoying and Mary-Margaret would always tell him why it was wrong to do that."

"So Killian Jones has the mental capacity of a kleptomanic fifth grader." Emma laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, I could see that."

Henry suppressed a smile and only swung higher and higher. He decided that maybe it wasn't the same after all; in fact, he wasn't sure why the situation reminded him of Andrew. Andrew had only stolen things from Grace. Plus, it was a well-known fact that the kid had a big, fat crush on the girl. No, it absolutely was not the same thing.

"He's also a pirate." He offered, closing his eyes as he relished the cool breeze brushing against his face.

"He is most definitely a pirate." Emma agreed quietly, pressing her cheeks against the metal chain, unconsciously bringing a free hand up to touch the pendant. The pendant that was no longer there. Gritting her teeth, she jumped to her feet and planted her hands onto her hips. "C'mon, kid. Last I heard, Mary-Margaret was baking up something good back at her place. I'm thinkin' breakfast was a part one and snack-time is part two."

Grinning from ear-to-ear, Henry took a finally swing high into the air and leaped from the plastic seat, landing squarely on his feet. "You had me at breakfast." He replied and she smiled, ruffling his brown hair as they made their way back to the car.


When the pair returned to Mary-Margaret's apartment, Emma quickly realized that she had yet to hear all the details of what happened earlier that day. The blonde couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. Part of her supposed that maybe it would be better if the woman heard everything from the source, but another part of her just didn't want to talk about it. And for that last reason, she felt silly. What did she have to hide? Killian was safe and behind bars. He wasn't going to go on some crazy and outlandish rampage to find and kill Mr. Gold and that was all that mattered. Not that she completely blamed him or anything –– Emma was mostly worried that the reckless pirate would get others hurt in the process. Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who felt this way. David was clearly just as concerned with everyone else's well-being and though he might have been suspicious of Hook's activities, she knew that he was relieved now that Killian was in a place where they knew they could find him.

As Henry barreled his way through the apartment and headed straight for the freshly baked plate of cookies on the table, Emma dropped her jacket on the arm of a nearby chair and promptly collapsed in it. It was amazing how such a petty and infuriating person could tire her out. The stupid pirate was all she could think about ever since she had apprehended him. It was obviously that he was exactly where he wanted to be and that frustrated her even more. Why? Why did he do what he did? And why did he suddenly zero in on her? His last words and irritatingly charming tone echoed through her thoughts once again as she replayed the moment right before she left the sheriff's station.

"And I had thought you were perceptive."

"I am." She retorted indignantly. "That's how I can tell when you're lying."

"Clearly, love." Killian had taken a few steps back with a condescending smile. "Lying about...what––dare I ask?" Just as Emma had parted her lips to speak, her jaw dropped as he raised his arms faux-helplessly; his one hand's fingers had the silver chain of her necklace laced through them. The pendant shone brightly against his palm.

A beat of silence passed between the two as he raised his eyebrows with a challenging smirk.

"Are you KIDDING ME?" She slammed her hands against the bars and stuck her face through with what she hoped was a threatening look on her face.

"Oh, no. I assure you, Miss Swan, that this is no joke." He answered with an utmost serious expression. Taking a step towards her, Killian examined the pendant, bringing his hand closer to his face and further out of her reach. "It's a small, simple and pretty little thing." Emma was grounding her teeth and staring at him hard.

"Why are you doing this? Really. If you have something to say, you can just say it." She gazed at the cement floor, not expecting an answer. He hardly ever answered any of her questions anyway.

"Do you truly have to ask?" He responded. Right. Exactly what she expected to hear. The pirate was one step closer and for a moment, the pendant was in her reach. In a poor attempt to make a grab for it, Emma's arm shot out and barely snatched at his sleeve before it fell back against the bars.

"Actually, yes, I do." She spoke between her teeth and jerked back, turning on her heel. "Let me know if you're getting hungry," Emma called over her shoulder as she left the room. "I think there's some leftover dog kibble in the back."

"–ma! Emma? Are you all right?"

Mary-Margaret's voice was full of concern and pulled her straight back to her place on the sofa chair. Looking up into the face of the woman who she was still getting used to seeing as her mother, Emma nodded quickly and stood.

"I'm fine. It's just been a long day, you know?" She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of milk. Of course, Mary-Margaret had appeared at her side in a flash with two cups ready and was already filling them with milk.

"I heard," the dark-haired woman intoned, as if she completely understood. Emma nodded, plucking a butterscotch cookie off the plate and dunking it into milk. She took a big bite and kept her eyes low for a moment while Henry had begun to talk about something that happened at the stables. The feeling of Mary-Margaret's eyes on her was so strong that she could practically touch it. After knowing and living with her before the whole Enchanted-Forest-Portals thing happened, the blonde knew exactly what her friend was doing. Mary-Margaret always did this thing where she'd pretend as though she wasn't dying to ask thousands of questions when she clearly wanted to. This usually involved incredibly intense staring and a dramatic shift in vocal pitches. At the moment, the woman was doing both.

"So Emma," She finally managed a tight smile. "David mentioned something that happened during work today?"

Exchanging a look with Henry, Emma's chewing sped up and she cleared her throat. "Yeah, we uh–found Hook and he's finally secured in the sheriff's office."

"Oh! That's wonderful! How––"

The sound of Emma's phone ringing blared from her jacket pocket on the other side of the room and the blonde grabbed another cookie before she sped across the floor.

"Sheriff Swan," She answered, bringing the white chocolate chip cookie to her lips and nibbling off the edge.

David's warm and authoritive voice filled her ear. "Emma, he keeps asking for you." A tone tinged with hesitation.

"Wh–" Fighting the urge to glance back at Henry and Mary-Margaret, she forced herself to keep a cool and normal expression. "Do I need to be there?" She asked instead, taking another bite of the cookie.

"I...I mean..." The prince seemed to be taken aback at her response, but regardless, he seemed to be weighing the pros and cons. "If you can get him to talk, then yeah. That'd be...that would work."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you soon." Emma gave a small smile that her father couldn't see and pressed 'End'.

She turned back to Mary-Margaret and Henry, who were unsurprisingly watching her, and gave a sheepish smile.

"Paperwork. Interrogations. It's not a big deal." Pulling her arms through the sleeves of her jacket, she walked towards the table to grab a few more cookies and was stopped by Mary-Margaret, who had placed a hand on her forearm.

"Do you–Would you like me to come with you?" The brunette gave a hopeful smile and Emma shook her head once.

"Thanks. Really, thanks, Mary-Margaret." She half-shrugged and her eyes were on Henry as she continued. "It's just protocol, there's nothing to worry about here. I'll be back to see that project of yours later, kid. Cool?"

The boy nodded and smiled. "Cool."


"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I can take care of myself, David."
"Somehow, when you say it like that, it makes me feel significantly less reassurred."

Killian Jones was sitting with his back against the wall, a curled fist pressed against his mouth to hide his smile, and his ankles were crossed and stretched out in front of him on the bench in the cell. As much as they wanted to keep him from hearing their conversation, he could still hear Prince Charming and Emma Swan quietly arguing right in the hallway about whether or not fragile-little-Emma could handle being in a room with a man behind bars. Of course she could. After all, she wasn't as helpless as most would assume. Emma was, no doubt, cunning and always thinking ahead. Ever since the beanstalk, Killian of all people knew what she was capable and when she wanted something, she got it. Even if that meant betrayal to him.

If he ever said that this wasn't about him, he would have been lying. Of course it was. If it didn't involve him, Killian wouldn't have wasted two seconds bothering at all. But it was Emma and though they didn't exactly get along, something about her drew him in like a moth to a flame –– Which, by the way, said a lot, because there was no way Killian Jones was anything like a moth. There was a spark in her that he hadn't seen in anyone else in too many years. For once, he could sense a change in himself and it was completely unfamiliar. It was completely unfamiliar and...it might have even felt good. He couldn't decide quite yet.

Busy sifting through his own thoughts, Killian hadn't noticed when ––at last–– Emma entered the room without her protector and perched herself atop a desk, munching on a crumbly-looking pastry.

"So? What do you want?" Her voice brought him back to attention and his gaze shifted upward to meet hers.

"That's a bit of loaded question, don't you think?" He responded. The blonde rolled her eyes and swallowed.

"You like wasting other people's time, don't you?"
"You're a smart lass, Emma. It seems to me," Killian countered evenly, "you knew your time was being wasted; the very fact that you came all the way here shows that."

The two stared each other down for a long moment with unflinching gazes. Finally, she scoffed and got to her feet, straightening her jacket.

"Here we go." The blonde muttered, reached for something in her back pocket and he was vaguely surprised to see a small ring of keys. He watched with a slightly interested glint in his eyes as she approached the cell and slid a silver key into the lock. Then he was on his feet as well and edged along the back wall when the door swung open.

"And what's this? I had no idea you would give in so soon. To be honest, I expected a little more begging. You know, on your knees."

In a flash, Emma was in his face and pressing her forearm against his chest. "So about that pendant." Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be fighting a smile at the surprised expression on his face.

"Am I going to get a favor in return, Swan?" He responded with a wicked grin. Their sudden close proximity reminded him of the giant's castle yet again and he shook the thought away. "Oh, what will it be I wonder?"

She bit her bottom lip and leaned her face closer towards his until their noses were barely touching. Killian's heart skipped a beat and for a moment, his entire thought-process was shattered at what was occurring right then. He had just begun to tilt his face toward hers when––

"Keep wondering," Emma murmured, her face breaking into a slow smirk as she stepped back. Raising her hand to reveal her black and silver pendant, she walked backwards out of the cell and pulled the door shut.

The pirate stood frozen, his back still pressed against the wall as if he couldn't believe that she pulled the same thing on him. Again. And despite himself and his confusion, he couldn't help but laugh as she left the sheriff's station. Oh, he would get her back for this. One day. And it wouldn't be because he stole some necklace, either.


Author's Note: I know. It's been over six months. To be honest, I could come up with so many reasons why it took so long for me to get this last chapter out, but I don't think that even matters. This fic is officially finished. That's what matters. I learned a few things: I suck at updating in consistent rates. I apologize soooo hard for this being so late. However, I hope you guys enjoyed it? Sort of? Maybe? I'm not sure how I feel about this last one. It kind of came out of nowhere for me, if you couldn't tell. But one this is for sure: Thank you so. much. For all the comments and praises and for just enjoying this in general. I truly appreciated everyone's lovin' and hopefully I'll do better in the long-run when it comes to updating. For now, this is it! (: