A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to thank you for the favorites, follows, and reviews! I'm so glad you guys like what I have so far. My schedule is going to become really busy soon, but I'll try to keep writing and posting chapters. I hope you guys like this chapter!

Chapter 2

Once she arrived at the MBI, she ran up to Neal's desk. "We gotta go."

"Where?" Neal asked, looking up from his notes on Killian.

"I know where Jones is going to strike next. We gotta go."

"Hold on, let me get backup." Neal picked up the phone and began to dial it.

"No!" Emma snatched the phone out of his hand and hung it up. "The less people, the better. Now come on!"

"Okay, okay. Let's go," replied Neal, putting on his jacket and followed Emma out of the MBI.

Neal pulled up to 'Leroy and Company' and the two hurried inside.

"So what's he planning to steal, anyway?" asked Neal quietly as he looked around for the manager.

"The twenty-five hundred dollar necklace for the mayor's wife."

"You mean the one for her birthday?"

"No, the other one," Emma replied sarcastically. She looked at Neal, noticing he wasn't picking up on her sarcasm. "Of course it's the one for her birthday."

"Damn." He walked up to a short man in a suit. "Are you Leroy?"

"Yes I am," the little man replied cheerfully. "Looking for something for your beautiful girlfriend?"

"Actually we're here to talk to you about the necklace for Regina Mills," said Emma. Girlfriend? Girlfriend my ass, Emma thought as she tried to suppress he anger toward Leroy.

"I'm Agent Neal Cassidy, that's Agent Emma Swan. We believe someone's going to steal the necklace for Regina Mills tonight," Neal said, showing Leroy his badge.

"What? How did you find out about this?"

"We have people."

"Can we hide out where the necklace is kept for the night?" asked Emma. "We'll be able to catch the thief in the middle of his act that way."

"Yes, of course. Here, let me show you the way." Leroy showed Emma and Neal to a back room with a vault taking up an entire wall. "At night, this room is pitch black, so the thief wont be able to see you hiding out here. Thank you for doing this. If the necklace was stolen, my career would be over." Leroy left the two to set up.

Emma looked at her phone and sighed. "Four hours until it gets dark. This is going to be a long night."

Neal sat down on the floor in a corner of the room. "Not if you have an attitude like that. Here, sit. We still haven't gotten to know each other that much." He patted the floor next to him.

She sat down and they began to talk. Neal talked about his rough childhood, how he ran away from his father when he was thirteen and lived on his own ever since. He explained that his father treated him and his mother terribly, which caused his desire to be a hero. Neal tried to get Emma to talk about her childhood, but she didn't want to. Emma explained her life as a thief instead. She told Neal that she was glad that she quit, since she hated always being on edge. Slowly, Emma and Neal ran out of topics to discuss. It was only ten at night and there was an awkward silence between them.

Finally Neal broke it. "So. About what Leroy said."

Emma tensed up as the words came out of his mouth. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about her love life. "What about it?"

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"Nope." Emma did not like where this was going.

"Yea, same. You know, we would make a nice couple. Both being agents and working well together."

"What about Booth? I don't think he'd enjoy being the third wheel."

"Nah, he's got a girlfriend already."

"Well, to be honest, I not sure if I'm ready to have a boyfriend. I mean, I've been alone all of my life and that's how I like it… I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. I perfectly understand." Neal swore inside his head about not being able to get another date with Emma. He regretted asking her. He closed his eyes, trying to forget about what just happened.

Emma awkwardly sat on the floor next to the man she had just rejected. Was I too harsh? She waited for Neal to break the silence again, but he didn't.

It was almost one in the morning and Emma could feel her eyes fluttering closed. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming towards the room and snapped her eyes open.

"Cassidy! Wake up!" Emma nudged him, but he wouldn't wake. "Shit," she said under her breath and quietly stood up, watching the mysterious figure walk into the room. She heard him turn the handle of the vault slowly, figuring out the code with each turn. The thief opened the vault and went inside, and Emma tiptoed in behind him. He clicked on his flashlight. Emma tried her best to stay in the dark, hoping the thief wouldn't turn around. He walked over to the little black box on a table in the middle of the room and opened it.

"What a beauty," he said. As soon as he picked up the necklace, Emma tackled him, knocking over the table and pinning him to the ground.

"Time's up, Killian Jones." Emma grabbed his wrists and handcuffed them together.

"Ah so you've heard of me," Killian muttered, trying to wriggle out from under her.

"You're under arrest." She stood up, pulling Killian up with her.

Neal came running into the vault with a flashlight. "Is he here? Did you get him?"

"Yep."

"Great work. Let's take him in. I'll call Chief Nolan and tell him to come to the office." They walked out of the vault, pushing Killian along with them. Once they arrived at the MBI, they met up with Chief David Nolan, who looked extremely tired and unhappy to be up at two in the morning.

"We got him," Neal announced, as Emma took Killian into an interrogation room. "Killian Jones is off the streets of Maine."

"Glad to hear it. Did you and Agent Swan have to wait long for him to show up?"

"Very long. But it was worth the wait."

"How difficult was it?"

"Easy. Catching him and tackling him was a piece of cake."

"Hey! I was there too!" Emma objected, walking right in the middle of the conversation.

"Oh yea. Thanks for handing me the handcuffs, Swan. Do you mind taking over the interrogation? I'm a bit tired after all that work."

Emma tried to protest, but Neal and David had already left for David's office. She angrily grabbed Killian's case files and stormed into the interrogation room where he was sitting, slamming the door behind her.

"Something bothering you, love?" asked Killian with a playful smirk. "You seem quite upset."

"Shut up," Emma grumbled, sitting in front of him. "Why were you trying to steal the necklace for the mayor's wife?"

"You know, I don't think you want me in jail. I can be very useful to you."

Emma looked up at him from her papers. "No, you can't. Now answer the question."

"If you threw me in jail, you wouldn't get to know all the information I have on Gold."

"Wait, you mean Mr. Gold? Like mob leader Mr. Gold?"

"There's no other Mr. Gold."

Emma glared Killian in the eyes, noticing how pretty his sea blue eyes were. She regained her focus on he topic of Mr. Gold. "Tell me."

"Ah, ah, ah. Only for a price. Don't worry, love, it's a reasonable deal."

"What is it? If it's you getting let free, don't count on it."

"No, no. You know, being a professional, and not to mention very successful, thief is very tiring. I've been thinking, maybe I should settle down, maybe get a job. With my information and your police skills, we could bring down Gold."

"That's not going to happen."

"Why not? It shouldn't be terrible."

"You're a thief."

"Try something new, darling, its called trust."

Emma stared at Killian, unsure of what to think. He wasn't lying to her; he really did want to bring down Mr. Gold. "Why do you want to catch Mr. Gold, anyway?"

"Let's just say he killed someone I loved and she deserves to be avenged."

"Do you really have good and useful information?"

Killian smiled, "You won't regret working with me when I tell you."

"I'll be back." Emma left the interrogation room and entered David's office, where he and Neal were still talking.

"Uh, chief?" she interrupted, "May I have a word?"

"Sure Agent Swan, What is it?'

"I propose that Jones work with us."

"WHAT?!" exclaimed Neal. "NO!"

"Swan, do you know what you are suggesting? A high-class criminal being inside our office, where he could easily change his own files?" asked David suspiciously, while gesturing for Neal to calm down.

"It's not like that. He has information, useful information, about Mr. Gold."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. If you don't want to deal with him, I'll be responsible for him. Chief, he can help us take down Mr. Gold."

"Chief, you can't be buying this," said Neal, glaring at Emma. "He's a thief!"

"So was I, and I'm an agent now." Emma turned back to David, "Think of all the crap Mr. Gold has done and think about what it would be like with him in jail."

David looked at Emma, then to Neal, then back to Emma. He took a long sigh. "Fine."

"Are you kidding?" cried Neal. Emma looked at him and smiled. He deserved that.

"But don't get me wrong, Swan, if this thing blows up in your face, it's your job on the line. I also want him to wear a tracking devise. I don't want him snooping around places he shouldn't be."

"Yes sir."

"Now go, get a tracking anklet from security first," David said warily, shooing her away.

Emma hurried down to security, received the anklet, and went back into the interrogation room.

"Well?" asked Killian, excited to hear her answer

"You're on the team. But first, you need to wear this," she replied, holding up the anklet.

"What the bloody hell is that?"

"A tracking devise. Let me see your ankle." Killian stuck out his right leg as Emma bent down to put the anklet on. "Now I will always know where you are."

"Lovely," he mumbled.

"Now go. Come back at eight and we'll get started."

"Looking forward to it, lass," replied Killian as he left. He walked out of the MBI, thinking about Emma. She was tough, and he liked that, but she didn't trust him. Well I'm going to have to earn her trust, he thought as he walked down the empty streets of the city.

Emma left the MBI, got into her Volkswagen, and drove to her loft to freshen up. It had been a long night, waiting for Killian to show up, Neal betraying her, and convincing Chief Nolan to let Killian work with them. She was still mad at Neal for taking all her credit when all he did was sleep. Emma unlocked the door, threw the keys on the kitchen table, and flopped onto her couch. She set the alarm on her phone for seven so she could at least get four hours of rest. She grabbed a pillow, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.