She wasn't even supposed to be in work that day. It was a last minute call before she headed out to go get groceries. The station had called and she reluctantly accepted to go in as they said they'd caught a break in a case. Unfortunately the guy wasn't talking.

As Emma got changed into a maroon shaded leather jacket and black jeans she was at least confident that it shouldn't take that long to crack him. From the description she'd gotten; 'Typical evil-looking bastard.' he sounded like a lot of other thugs Emma had dealt with and so she knew what to do in these kinds of situations. Criminals were all the same. Eventually.

Emma got in the car and drove the twenty minutes to the station, quickly clocking in and heading to the interview room. She saw her boss and walked over.

"What do we have?" She skipped pleasantries. She wasn't in the mood.

"Swan. Thanks for coming in. Man. Says his name is Killian Jones. We have him in for the murder of a Mrs Miliah Gold couple of years ago. Witnesses said they saw him at the scene of the crime, but he won't admit anything. Only just been able to find the bastard. That's all we can tell you without you filling in the paperwork. He's been handcuffed to the radiator in there for a few hours now, still won't say a word."

"Why the radiator? Why isn't he just cuffed?"

"You'll see once you get in there. We need a confession Swan, get us one?" With that Emma simply nodded and walked to the room. She entered slowly, spotting a black figure sitting on the floor, one wrist cuffed to radiator as she'd been told he would be. His clothes were all black, his head down and turned so she couldn't see his face. All she could see was a head of black, messy hair, the same colour as his clothes.

"Mr Jones, my name is officer Swan. You already know why you're here, do you know your rights?" Emma leant against the table in the room and tried to get a glimpse at the man's face, but she couldn't.

"Please." His voice was gentle despite of his appearance and he had a hint of an accent which wasn't American. "Mr Jones is so formal. Feel free to call me by my colourful nickname everybody has given." He finally looked up revealing a face Emma wouldn't have suspected in 100 years. His eyes were a sharp, piercing blue and his eyes were smoked and lined like he put make up on them. His cheeks were lined with a stubble, thicker in the area surrounding his mouth. Emma knew she had this now. Men like this loved attention, and murder? That got them all the attention they needed.

"And what would that be?" Emma smiled slightly as his own mouth turned upwards to the right side of his face into a smirk. He moved his body round to reveal why he was cuffed to the radiator and not to his other hand.

"The name's Hook. Unfortunately, love, you've taken away mine. So feel free to call me stump or whatever takes your fancy." Emma lost her small smile. This man was a cocky son of a bitch. He clearly loves himself.

"How about I call you 'murderer? Don't you think that suits you better?" Emma realised she'd have to go straight into it.

"Water." He said in response.

"I'm sorry?"

"Water. You asked me if I knew my rights. I'd like some water." He grinned. "Please." He pronounced the word slowly, his accent making the word sound enunciated. Emma poured some water from the jug of it on the table into a plastic cup. She moved down so she was eye to eye with the stranger.

"If you wouldn't mind Miss Swan, I believe I lack the hands to drink from the cup. If you would kindly assist me." Emma let out annoyed sigh that was hardly audible and moved slightly closer. She raised the cup to his lips and moved it up so he could drink from it. He finished half the cup before Emma brought it away from his mouth.

"More please." He said and Emma returned the cup and tipped. She could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he drank. Before the finished it all some water slipped out and ran down the side of his chin. Emma looked up and grabbed a tissue from her pocket, placing the cup down, she swiped the water away from his mouth.

"Thanks love." He smiled and licked his lips quickly.

"You're welcome. Now why don't we talk about where you were the night Miliah was killed?" Emma dived straight back in. She refused to be distracted by a man wanting water.

"Why don't we discuss this over drinks?" He purred and Emmas eyebrows shot up.

"You're in interrogation, and you ask the officer out for a drink?" She almost laughed at the pure cheek of him.

"Well I would have skipped the drink and asked you out to do something a lot more fun for the both of us." His eyebrows raised suggestively and Emma couldn't believe it. "And something I'm much better at then having a drink. But considering you think I committed murder, I thought I'd begin with the drink."

"Not a chance." Emma simply replied. Hook shrugged.

"Fine. But at least uncuff me. This floor is awfully uncomfortable, and I can't exactly escape. Then we can talk about me killing my Miliah, or whatever it is you people think I did." Emma considered it for a moment.

"You'll answer all my questions?"

"Aye. Every last one of them darling." He agreed. Emma called in her boss.

"Officer, I need the keys to unlock him. Then I need you to lock this door to make sure he can't get out." Emma explained quickly.

"Are you sure?"

"You searched him? No weapons? Apart from the hook of course." Her boss shook her head. "Then I'm sure."

"Fine Emma." She turned to face Hook. "Don't even try any funny business with Emma. She's one of the best. She can spot a lie from a mile off. Call it her superpower." Her boss passed her the keys to the cuff and walked out the room. Both of them heard the door locking behind her, followed by a few seconds of silence.

"You know, if you wanted me alone in a locked room love, you should of just said something." His face was dead serious until he saw the look Emma gave him back, then it changed into a large smile. She walked over to him and uncuffed him. As soon as she took the metal off his wrist his hand moved up and brushed the hair away from her face.

"Thank you." He said as she quickly moved back.

"Right Hook. You're going to answer everything I ask. And don't think I'm taking my eyes off you for a second." Her stern voice spat through the air.

"Oh darling." He stood up and took a seat opposite to where Emma was standing. "I'd despair if you did."

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