I decided to write a short fic that uses my love for Imogen Heap's song Say Goodnight and Go. Not exactly like it but it's just using it as a muse so to speak. I hope you all like it.
Emma's heart raced as she ran down the hall, the stupid stairwell door jammed again so she'd have to take the elevator. She couldn't be late again, Mary Margaret would kill her. She went through her mental rolodex of excuses and realized she'd used all of them. The only saving grace was Mary Margaret loved her, just like a daughter she had always said. That didn't stop her from being a boss still, which she would totally be as Emma glanced down at her wrist checking the time.
She pressed the down arrow button several more times in hopes that would help the elevator move more quickly. The doors opened, thankfully empty as she jumped in and pressed L. The doors closed at a snail's pace, increasing Emma's frustration and leaving her emitting a noise that was somewhere between a growl and moan. She could jump up and down in order to make the lift fall a little faster, she thought. Yeah, like that would work. Well, what else is she doing, might as well. She started jumping, noticing the car bounce a little but it felt like it was going down quicker. Smiling to herself, thinking herself the engineering genius she was she started jumping more and more.
"This is a work out," she breathed out loud on her fifth jump. Why did she have to live on the eleventh floor? She continued jumping, thanking whatever deity for no one waiting for this particular elevator as it finally landed at the lobby. As soon as the doors opened she bolted for the outside door, a blast of cool air hitting her as the October weather had settled over the city. She turned her head towards the corner, seeing the approaching bus. This was a morning of running, she thought, as she ran to catch it. However, it was slowed down by a moving truck, double parked in front of her apartment building, a few movers carrying boxes in. Hands on her hips and catching her breath, she smiled once more. Yes, she would be late, but at least she wouldn't be too late. Not catching the bus would tack on another twenty minutes. The bus slowed in front of her, hissing out before opening the doors. But before she stepped up, she glanced one last time at the moving truck.
Whoa, who is that?
"So, let me guess, your sink overflowed? No, that was last week, must have been your fridge breaking down? Wait, no, that was the week before. You can't use your car as an excuse since it's still in the shop," Mary Margaret eyed Emma, waiting for her response.
"Door jammed actually, and honestly, this time it's the truth, I swear," Emma said as she threw her coat on the hook. She didn't have time to argue knowing that she was wrong either way. Honestly, she didn't know how she got to work after seeing that man step out onto the sidewalk. His hair mussed like he had run his hands through it; slight scruff to his perfect jawline… take a breather Emma. How on earth did anyone that good looking exist? The entire bus trip was a blur, she couldn't stop thinking about him. And that he obviously was moving in. Into her building. Moving. Into. Her. Building.
"Well, hate to break you out of your daydream Emma, but you got four cases waiting," Mary Margaret stated plainly, waddling back to her desk. Pregnancy had made her boss a little more ruthless but she knew that it wasn't really her. As soon as the kid was born, her softer side would come back. It probably had something to do with her husband, David, taking on more cases lately. Mary Margaret said it was to save money, but Emma knew that it was so David could get away for a bit. Plus it was no secret that Mary Margaret and David were loaded. So money was not an issue. It wasn't for Emma either, considering she was the only licensed bounty hunter on staff among city officials and police officers. She probably made more money than any of them there, but she didn't flaunt it. She didn't even talk about money, knowing where she came from; she knew that it wasn't something she would want to brag about.
She looked down at her laptop and started typing in the first assailants name on the docket. Making use of her time, she got all her information on him and three others before lunch. She jotted down all the addresses and texted David to see if he could let her borrow his car once more. A text back said he would allow it, but not make it a habit.
Emma smiled down at her phone, she really loved David; he was just a great guy to work with. She would consider him her best friend, all things considered. She didn't have any girl friends, she did when she was younger but that ended like they all did, through lies and betrayal. But David was different, he understood her and knew when to push and pull a subject. He didn't question her and always trusted her instinct. Also she always happens to be a faster runner than him, and that helped when catching the bad guy.
At two thirty, she was bored. Not curious. Bored. She decided to look up people in her building, for safety issues. There could be a criminal in her building and it is her duty to protect those around her. Even though she had done it on everyone in her building already, she just wanted to make sure everyone was still on their best behavior. Clicking through her program she looked up any new names she didn't recognize. There were four move-ins this month it looked like, but only one was today. She clicked on his name and the most basic of details popped up: last residence was in England; current employment was an electrical engineer for some place called Second Star; no spouse; no pets; no emergency contact. Hmm. She opened another tab, deciding to go to the hot sheets as she called them.
"Okay Facebook, do your damage, let's see if this was the guy," she mumbled.
She clicked a few more times and then there he was. A picture of him standing next to a bearded man; he wore a plaid shirt, holding some sort of pint of beer, smiling bright. His eyes were the most startling blue she had ever seen.
"Hello, Killian Jones," Emma said breathlessly.