Emma Swan smiled as she finished the last sentence of her new manuscript. She couldn't wait to show it to her boss, Killian Jones, the editor in chief of Morrison & Jones Publishing.

Unfortunately, her boss was something of a tyrant. Emma's parents told her to quit almost daily. She usually worked fifty or sixty hours a week as the assistant of Killian Jones, but she was convinced that all her hard work and dedication would get her a promotion.

Emma's thoughts were interrupted when her boss poked his head into her tiny office. "Miss Swan, I'm going to need you to work this weekend."

Emma looked up from her computer. "But I am going home this weekend for my grandmother's 90th birthday. I cleared it with you weeks ago."

"You can celebrate her next birthday. I need you here this weekend. This is your job Miss Swan, and it has to come first," Killian said.

Emma's computer pinged, indicating that she had received another email.

"Is that your family?" asked Killian.

"Yes," said Emma.

"Did they tell you to quit?"

"They tell me every day," said Emma.

"Well, it's a good thing you can't say no to your devilishly handsome boss. I'll need my coffee in twenty minutes." Then he left before Emma had a chance to respond.

-/-

"Is this about my next raise?" asked Killian with a cocky grin.

"No," said Mr. Morrison, the chairman of the board. "Your work visa application was declined. You are being deported."

"Deported?" asked Killian, incredulously.

"Yes," said Mr. Morrison.

"That's ridiculous. It's not like I'm an illegal immigrant. I'm from Ireland."

"Regardless, if you're deported, you can't work for an American company. I'm sorry, Killian, but I can't think of anything that we can do to fix this."

Killian was about to argue, but then a knock on the door interrupted them.

"Come in," said Mr. Morrison.

The door opened to reveal Emma Swan, holding a steaming cup of coffee and a manila folder. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can come back later," said Emma.

Killian glanced over at her, and a solution to his problem came to him. He grinned at her and said, "You weren't interrupting anything, darling," he said, sliding his arm around her waist.

Emma flinched at the contact. What the hell was going on?

"Gentlemen, there is something you should know," said Killian, his arm tightening around Emma and pulling her to his side. "Miss Swan and I are getting married."

"You are?" asked Mr. Morrison.

"Yes, I finally convinced this beautiful woman to say 'yes', right darling?"

Emma blinked. "Oh yeah," she murmured, her cheeks turning red.

Killian kissed her temple. "You can't fight a love like ours," he said. "So, are we all good then?"

Mr. Morrison smiled. "Yes. Just make everything legal and we'll put this whole thing behind us. Congratulations to the two of you."

"Thank you, gentlemen. Have a good afternoon," said Killian, grabbing the coffee and folder and escorting Emma out of the room.

"We'll talk in my office," said Killian, his arm not leaving her waist as they walked through the aisles of cubicles. Emma heard her coworkers snickering. She felt her face getting hotter.

As soon as Killian closed the door to his office, Emma turned on him. "What exactly is going on?"

"Well, Miss Swan, I received news today that I was going to get deported. I can't let that happen. I'm at the height of my career. Luckily, you stepped in. We'll get married at a quick courthouse ceremony, I'll reapply for my visa and after an appropriate amount of time has passed we'll get a divorce. My treat, of course. Then this whole incident will be behind us."

Emma blinked. "I'm not marrying you. I have a boyfriend," she said.

"Oh please, you can do better than Neal Cassidy and you've only been on like three dates. Cut him loose, darling, and you'll be happier for it. In any case, this is about your job, your career. If you don't marry me, you'll be all alone on the street looking for a job."

"That's blackmail," said Emma.

"Yes it is," said Killian, with a grin.

Emma sighed. Things like this only happened in cheesy romantic comedies. "If I'm going to do this I want to get something out of it," said Emma.

"Other than a devilishly handsome husband and your job?" asked Killian, with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes," said Emma. "After we get married, you'll promote me to editor, and I just finished a new manuscript. You're going to get it published."

"Ah, I've always liked a woman who knows what she wants," he said with a wink and a smirk. "Fine, Miss Swan. As soon as the wedding bells stop ringing, you'll get a new office and a promotion. We have a deal, shall we seal it with a kiss?" he teased, tapping his lip.

Emma rolled her eyes and offered her hand, which he shook. "I'm going to call my family and break the news to them. I'll get back to those papers this afternoon."

She turned on her heel and left the office. What the hell had she just gotten herself into?

-/-

"We're going to have to pay a visit to the U.S. Immigration Office, darling," said Killian the next day.

Everyone had heard about their engagement, and all morning Emma had been the talk of the office.

Some of her coworkers snickered as they walked by.

Emma looked up from her desk as Killian closed the door and sauntered up to her desk, placing on hand on either side and leaning in.

"Can you not call me that?" she asked.

"Darling? Would you prefer 'love'? I can't just call you Miss Swan, when we're at the office," he said, leaning in a bit close

"Emma, just call me Emma," she said, rolling her eyes. He was a bit to close for comfort and for some reason her heart was beating a little faster.

"Fine, Emma," he said, "Anyway, we have an appointment to see Mr. Hopper at the Immigration Office at 4:00. I'll collect you before then. Just act like you love me and we'll be fine."

"Fine, just go away now," she said, "I have a lot of work to do."

"You wound me, Emma," said Killian with mock sorrow, "and here I thought we were in love."

Emma scowled.

Killian grinned. "Fine. I'll see you in a few hours. That should give you plenty of time to finish those manuscripts and pet yourself in a loving mindset."

-/-

"So Miss Swan, " said Mr. Hopper, "You two are getting married. Congratulations."

"Oh yes, he proposed, and I just couldn't say no," said Emma with a weak smile.

"You can hardly blame her," said Killian, "I mean, look at me."

"I see," said Mr. Hopper, "Miss Swan, you are aware of the fact that you might be committing fraud. This engagement happened out of the blue."

"The best ones do," she said, a bit stiffly. "Killian Jones surprised me in the best possible way."

"Well, there is a procedure to be followed. You two will be questioned individually, about your relationship, how you became engaged, and your plans for the wedding, your personal backgrounds. If your answers don't match up exactly, then Mr. Jones will be deported and you, Miss Swan will go to jail for five years and have to pay a $250,000 fine."

"That is serious," said Killian, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "It's a good thing we are in love."

Mr. Hopper looked unconvinced. "Have you told your families about this engagement?" he asked.

"My family and I are estranged," said Killian quickly.

"I'm actually going home this weekend," said Emma. "It's my grandmother's 90th Birthday. I was going to tell them then."

Mr. Hopper grinned. "Oh, so have you met Miss Swan's family, Mr. Jones?"

"No, but I will at the wedding," said Killian smoothly.

"Why don't you join her, she is your fiancé after all, and it would be nice for the two of you to get away together. You know, escape the secrecy. By the way where does her family live?"

"Sitka," said Emma, "Alaska."

"Alaska," repeated Killian.

"Well good, you two have a good weekend and we'll schedule your questioning when you return," said Mr. Hopper.

"Great. Thank you, sir. Let's go, darling," said Killian, offering Emma his arm.

Emma forced a smile and took his arm. "Have a good weekend, Mr. Hopper," said Emma.

"You as well, Miss Swan," said Mr. Hopper, returning to a massive stack of paperwork.

When they were out of the office, Killian said, "Well done, Emma. Really, I applaud you."

"Oh, shut up," said Emma.

"Hmm, someone's annoyed. You know we'll have to act like a couple if we are going to convince your family that we are really in love."

"I'm perfectly aware of that," Emma gripped his collar. "Listen, Jones, if you do exactly as I say we'll make it through this weekend. Okay?"

"Fine, boss," he drawled.

"I have a 9:00 am flight. I'll get a second seat and we'll meet at the airport. Don't be late."

"You're a stubborn lass, aren't you," said Killian, inching his face a bit closer. "I've always liked that in a woman."

"Killian," she said with exasperation.

"Fine. I'll see you in the morning, Miss Swan. You'll miss me while I'm gone?"

"Of course," said Emma sarcastically. Then she turned on her heel to hail a cab.

This was going to be the longest weekend of her life.