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Chapter 2
The door of her apartment closed behind her and Emma leaned on it, closing her eyes and breathing deep trying to clear her mind. It had been a long day and not one of her favorites. But at least the good news was that it was over. She was home and all she wanted was to have a hot bath and enjoy a nice glass of wine, or three, cuddling with her favorite blanket on the couch.
Kicking off her boots she walked to her bedroom losing her leather jacket and her keys to the process. Few minutes later she was relaxing, or at least she was trying to do so, in the bathtub. The warm water and the scent of her favorite flowery body wash almost successful in taking the stress away.
Emma wasn't sure how much time had passed but it must have been a while because her fingers started to wrinkle. She got out of the water and wrapped a towel around her body and a smaller one on her hair. After a pair of clean pajamas and some time with the hairdryer it was finally time for that wine.
She opened the fridge and got out the merlot that was already open from two days ago, took a clean glass from the cupboard and moved to the couch where she sat with a loud bump.
Good thing she had an afternoon shift the next day, since Ruby was thrilled to take the first shift of watching over the Jones guy and since Emma didn't have anything so do before her shift, she would gladly enjoy a good sleep-in and a lazy morning.
After she left the station in the late afternoon she met Ruby and they had a talk about the case. The interrogation didn't help much to figure out what Killian Jones was seeking, so not enough evidence to keep him in. but still not innocent enough to let him walk around as a free man.
According to his history and the events of the last week, there was something Killian Jones wanted from the businessman Robert Gold. Nobody knew what was it for sure yet, neither the police, nor the few witnesses that had been talk about his times at the pub.
Since Killian Jones got out of prison two months ago, after displaying good attitude, he's been witnessed spending time at the Jolly Roger, he's been spotted driving a bike close to Gold's tobacco fields just outside the town three times now, and the same bike has been parked near Mr. Gold's apartment few times during this time.
Now anyone would think that that's not so strange behavior, especially when you live in town not that big and people would spend their nights at the one of the three available bars, or passing by a busy street or park their vehicle outside someone's house. But that's not the case for Killian Jones who got in jail after Robert Gold's involvement.
Of course things have been very district in this case, nobody ever learn that Mr. Gold was the one who gave to the police the final evidence for Killian's arrest except the four people involved in the case, that now included Emma Swan. Killian Jones never got that information for the sake of Robert's Gold safety.
David had already given to Emma and Ruby the information they needed about him. As his address, his background, the places he was hanging out. All they needed to know to keep an eye on him until his next move. Most detectives would enjoy a case like that. Easy, not much work, not stressful, just following around a good looking guy and report any strange moves. Not for Emma Swan though, who usually preferred more action in her cases. Sitting around waiting for some guy to act, if he was even planning to act at all, was indeed a fitted punishment for her.
Early morning light strikes Emma's face though the blinds. She turn around and presses her face harder into her pillow to go back to sleep but after a few efforts to find a comfortable position she gives up as it seems that sleep has abandon her and gets out of the bed.
The morning and early afternoon flies by faster than her like and Emma find herself preparing herself a plain lunch , checks with Ruby to see if everything went well, and where she will find their suspect, and gets dressed to go to work.
The day is cold and since she will be sitting in her car most of the time probably, she dresses warm and doesn't forget to get her woolen cap and gloves as well. A hot chocolate from Granny's on the go and she'll be ready for her long and boring shift.
Emma had parked her car outside the café that Ruby reported to her that she saw Killian getting in and taking a seat at a table near the left side of the patio. Not five minutes have passed since then but Killian Jones is nowhere to be seen in that place or anywhere around it.
Emma stayed in place a little longer in case he had been in the rest room but another ten minutes passes and nothing, she takes a more careful look around to make sure he is not there before she go search for him. The minute she grab her keys to start the engine though, a knock on her window maker her jump. She rolled down the window with a sigh, part relieved when she sees who he is and part angry with herself.
Killian Jones' smile couldn't be brighter that cloudy afternoon as he spoke "Hi love, missed me?" he leaned his arm on the door of her yellow bug.
"Hello there Mr. Jones, how you doing this fine day?" Emma tried to sound as professional as she could.
"Oh, just fine detective Swan, how about yourself, enjoying your patrol? It's a bit chilly out here, why don't you allow me to buy you a new hot chocolate to warm yourself up and maybe a donut? Or is what they say about cops just a cliché?"
Emma's first thought was to say no but then she realized she couldn't send him away and then keep watching him. He was her case after all, what better way to keep an eye on him than that? "Okay…" she said as she took her keys and locked her car behind her.
A minute later she was sitting on the opposite side of him studying his face as he was looking at his hands that were around his tea cup.
"You know I'm not a stupid man swan" he spoke first and broke the strangely comfortable silence that there was between them.
"I never thought you were Mr. Jones, but why you say so?" Emma said quietly as she kept looking at him.
"Oh come on, don't you think it sounds silly to call me Mister Jones all the time? I'm nothing like a mister after all" He said with a sad tone and he finally raised his eyes to her, bright eyes with a color that looked like the sea at some exotic island "You can simply call me Killian".
Emma runs the thought around her head. The last thing she needed right now was to get attached to this man more than she is forced to. "I can't do that, it wouldn't be professional of me" she said with a quiet voice running her fingers through her hair. She saw him smile a tiny smile. "…what makes you say you are not a stupid man?".
Killian titled his head on the side while he leaned back into his chair "You losing your time, you and your pretty friend, following me around…what do you expect to witness? What are you waiting to see me do?".
"I don't know yet, but whatever that is, I really want you to get over with it so I can move on to my next case and stop babysitting you." That made him chuckle.
"So that's the case?... I'm being babysat?" he rub his hand through his stubbles "that makes me feel such a badass" he said with amusement.
"Jones, believe me, I don't like this as much as you. I don't enjoy following you around, and I'm sure that if I was in your position I wouldn't be enjoying it either." Killian smirk showed her that he noticed she had dropped the 'mister' "So let me help you" Emma slide her hand across the table as if she was about to reach out for his. But he pulled himself ever further back and crossed his arms in front of him.
"You can't help me" he said bitter. Emma looked at his eyes trying to read behind his words, as he looked outside the window. "I should be going" he said and stood up "I guess you'll be seeing me around" he said sarcastically and gave her a half smile before he disappeared through the front door and out on the street.
Emma stayed there looking at the place he was a minute ago. Following him wouldn't be very helpful now. He wouldn't do anything if he would see her there with her very yellow bug. She should talk to David about a less vivid car.
