Notes: This is honestly the first thing I've ever written. Ever. It's very short, and mostly just the thoughts I've had upstairs needing to be put on paper. I've been working on an archive project, and the detective trope interested me. This is an idea I've had stewing in my head for a few weeks now. I have no idea where this is going to go. If anywhere, but I'm gonna give it a shot. Keep on the lookout. I'm eala-captian on tumblr. All mistakes are my own..

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic, but playing with them has become a new favorite pastime.

Special Agent Emma Swan spent her 34th birthday the same way she had for the past three years, pouring over case files in her home. Their home. The home they built together in the small suburb around DC. Sitting her second tumbler full of rum on the counter she picked up one last case file. A file that had been haunting her every thought for almost two years. The picture at the top of the file didn't do him justice. His hair was shorter than normal and the scruff she had come to love was trimmed and neat. He looked younger in the photo, more carefree than the last time she saw his face. Even that was over the small computer screen in the conference room. Not much closure there.

Killian Jones, Former Special Agent MI6, Served four tours in hot zones with The Royal

Navy, Partnership with FBI from United Nations, Highly trained in special ops,

Specializing in interrogation and undercover operations.

May 17, 2013

Agent Killian Jones has been successfully planted among the group know as The Dark Ones under alias Hook. This group is know to be linked to a string of kidnappings and human trafficking. Agent Jones reported at 17:00. Next report is scheduled with his handler and partner Emma Swan, Wednesday April,1 2013 at 19:00.

The list of reports went on and on. Until the last one. March 22, 2014. Then contact with Killian stopped. Almost as if he disappeared off the face of the planet.

Slamming the file back down onto the table, Emma picked up her glass and drank. It was what the file didn't say that hurt her the most. Killian Jones, Husband, Brother, Friend, Partner, loved, missed….The big red letters stamped over the cover tore her apart every time she dare close the file.

Missing…...