Emma glanced through the folder that had a few details about Killian's case as he adjusted to sitting at the table by straightening out. Now he was up-right Emma couldn't help but notice the fluffs of chest hair she could see due to his black button-down shirt being unbuttoned too much.

"Says here your fingerprints were found at the house, but Mr Gold said you'd never been there before. Care to explain?" She asked.

"You don't have enough evidence to hold me, otherwise you..." he pointed at Emma with his good hand "wouldn't be in need of a confession."

"Mr Jones wh-" She began before being stopped.

"Hook. Please."

"Hook. What was your relationship with Mr Gold?"

"I hated him" Hook spat out, and Emma knew he was not exaggerating.

"So you wanted to hurt him. Take away what he loved." Emma decided to take a shot in the dark.

"No!" Hook slammed his fist down on the table making Emma jump slightly. He quickly stood up. "I'm sorry. No. I had no intention of hurting Mr Gold." He said it so gently.

"If you hated Mr Gold so much, why didn't you kill her?" Emma wanted to trick him into getting mixed up. If he did kill her, this could be a way to find out.

"Because I loved her." Hooks voice quivered for just a second. Emma was take aback.

"You are going to tell me everything about this case you know, and if you didn't do it, I need proof"

"So you believe me?" He grinned, back to the exact same person he had been before he'd gotten seemingly upset. "Did you use your superpower?"

"Just explain. It's the only way I can help you."

"So tell me. If you loved her so much, why'd you skip town?" Emma questioned, still trying to understand what was happening with the situation.

"Did you think it was easy for me? Miliah was dead. But I was not permitted to mourn. I couldn't even go to the funeral, Mr Gold...he would have killed me. I couldn't act upset, I was allowed to know Miliah. So I left. I started the life we had planned together. Alone." Hook swallowed as his voice began to sound hoarse.

"If you didn't kill her, who did?" Hook glanced up, his lightening blue eyes widening.

"You believe me." Already being stood up, Hook walked around the table to her.

"I'm saying your story is plausible. But I'd need another suspect, at least and an al-" She was interrupted by Hooks mouth quickly moving to press on hers, an action she avoided by ducking down, then shoving him away. He look surprised for some reason which meant Emma was even more pissed off.

"What the hell?!" She yelled, then remembered where she was and wished she'd just shoved him away silently.

"Sorry." He moved away and put his hands up in apology. "I was just happy, lass. You're the first person to believe anything I've said in a long time." He shrugged like kissing women and/or being rejected by said women was everyday for him.

"Don't do that again. I need you to write a statement. I can pass it onto my supervisor. She'll make the decision to let you go or not. There are still other charges we could press. Although you did find a body and not say anything, so any lack of truth in your statement could mean we press charges against that." Hook sat down and Emma passed him a statement and a pen. He began to scribble as Emma took a seat opposite him and observed him as he wrote.

He was clearly concentrated and focused. His handwriting was messy, not like a child's but like a teenagers, aware of what it should look like- neatly presented and fluent but it wasn't there yet. At least that's what Emma made of it. He occasionally clicked his tongue while he wrote as Emma tapped her fingers against her thigh.

They were in there around an hour, and many pages of information later, and the only communication was Hook occasionally asking her about what needed to be in there, they were done.

Emma called out until her supervisor came to the door and opened it up. Emma explained about the statement and assured her boss that she believed he was telling the truth. Although she looked surprised at Emma, and a little weary, it didn't stop her taking the statement and agreeing to read it and check the details.

"It shouldn't take too long, but do you want to leave now?" Her boss asked in hushed tones.

"No, it's alright. I think I'll stay with him, see what else he might know. I have a feeling he knows more than he's letting on." Emma replied, making sure Hook couldn't hear her. Her boss nodded and locked them back in the room. After all, he still was a suspect.

"I'm not going back on that bloody radiator am I?" Hook asked her, raising his eyebrows like he was daring her to do it.

"No, but you are going to tell me about who you think killed Miliah." She sat down opposite him and acted casual, but honestly if she could catch this killer then it would be a great step for her career. Hook hardly skipped a beat in telling her.

"Mr Gold. That's what I wrote in my statement. I think he killed her." He spat out the word 'he' quickly, in a tone that was nothing more than pure anger.

"And why would he do that?"

"Ah love, that is what I can't figure out exactly. Although I know their marriage had been going downhill for a while.

"Clearly. You were sleeping with his wife." Swan retorted and Hook's eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched and then unclenched.

"Listen sweetheart, normally I'd like nothing more than to be handcuffed and locked in a room with a pretty women for a couple hours." He leaned across the table. "However if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to get back to what I was doing before, which was trying to catch Miliah's killer. If you're going to question or undermine everything I say, we'll be here a while."

"I'm an officer of the law, it's my job." Emma snapped, angry he wasn't cooperating.

"Then why do I get the feeling you don't want to be here as much as I don't?" He smirked and finally returned back into his seat, just as the door began to unlock.

"Mr Jones? We've made the decision to release you on temporary bail. Any crimes you commit or have been found to commit in the next year will result in your immediate removal from society. Do you understand?" He nodded. "Any information you have about this investigation, which you are still apart of, that already has not been recorded would be appreciated. Miss Swan will show you out and you can collect your personal items at the door. Thank you." Emma's boss recited this same speech as she had done many times before with only very small changes. She began to walk out of the room when Hook yelled quickly.

"Wait. Please." Emma's boss snapped her head round and waited for Hook to continue. "I'd like to help with Miss Swan's investigation." Emma frowned, confused and her boss simply gave a tight, fake smile.

"This is not Miss Swan's investigation. It is another officers. Would you like me to fetch him?"

"I refuse to work with anybody other than Miss Swan." Hook crossed his arms and leant back in his chair so only 2 legs were on the floor.

"I'm afraid I don't understand Mr Jones. Officer Swan works in interrogation and missing persons. This is not her investigation so I must insist if you have any information to offer, you give it to the officer who brought you in and be on your way."

"The officer who brought me in didn't believe a single word I said. She was bias. Not fit to run this case if you ask me. I will not work with anybody other than Miss Swan. She knows almost everything I know, so we'll have the killer in next to no time. Besides.." Hook's tone changed as he looked at Emma "She can keep her eyes on me." Emma resisted the urge to refuse the offer of working together when he winked at her. She had to keep telling herself this could be a huge break for her. Just what she needed. Her supervisor thought about it for a few seconds.

"Very well. Emma, you have the lead of this case now. Prove what you can achieve. I expect to be kept fully updated on all your progress." And with that, she waltzed out the room, fully defeated.

"Well then Swan." Hook grinned "Look like we've stuck together. This is going to be so much fun."

Hey! Thanks for reading, I've already written the next chapter, so it will be up tomorrow. Please review, thanks!