Author Note: Thank you to all of the new followers of SS! I am beyond thrilled with the responses I am getting! And so sorry for the delay! I know I said I would have the chapter up a few days ago but work and family got in the way a bit but hopefully this chapter will keep you from getting mad at me! J So now that we have met Killian, I think it's almost time for Emma and Killian to meet! Also, I am taking votes for what you guys would like the baby to be named! If you have a suggestion, please leave it in a review and then I will pick from there! I am also taking suggestions as to WHO should name the baby: Emma or Killian? Again, leave your suggestion in a review! Thanks everyone!

Killian Jones was having a bad day, a really really bad day!

Thanks to the ass-hat principal of the high school he works at, Killian was stuck teaching summer school to the juvenile delinquents of south Boston in a classroom with no air conditioning and windows that didn't open. And today his students decided that they wanted to fight one another when they weren't drawing penis shapes on the chalkboard every time he left the room.

And to put the cherry on top of his crappy day, it was announced that the schools funding was cut… again, which meant that all elective classes were cancelled and class times were extended from 45 minutes to an hour and 1 hour 15 minutes each day. I can't handle these kids for much longer!

Exhausted, Killian left the school for the day to head home. Not that it's much better there.

Killian lived in a small apartment overlooking Charles River, an apartment that he had shared with his girlfriend of a year Milah up until about 6 months ago when she left him in the middle of the night without a word.

On the drive home, Killian called into his favorite Chinese take-out restaurant and ordered 'the usual' that he got every Friday night for the past 6 months. Making a quick stop at a liquor store for a six-pack, he still gets to the apartment with 5 minutes to spare before his dinner arrives.

After what seemed like forever, Killian was finally able to kick off his shoes, eat his food, drink a beer, and relax! Well, for 10 minutes at least.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Startled by the noise, Killian quickly muted the movie he was watching, put his food on the coffee table, and walk towards the door. He paused at the door to look out the peephole and was shocked to see the Boston Police knocking on his door.

What the hell?

He quickly opened the door to greet the men, all three of them.

"Good evening officers, how can I be of service to some of Boston's finest?"

"Are you Killian Jones?"

"Yes, how can I help you?" His heart was beating in his throat, he was so nervous. Even though he knows he hasn't done anything wrong or illegal, he knows that their presence today is not a good thing.

"Mr. Jones, we are searching for a missing person by the name of Milah Gold, and we have on record that Mrs. Gold's name is on the lease for this apartment along with your own. Is she here?"

They're looking for Milah? She's a missing person?!

"No, I haven't seen her in a little over 6 months."

The three officers exchanged a look before two of them started to move around the apartment. The other officer remained with Killian in the living room.

"Bloody hell, what are you doing?!"

"Sir, we need to search the apartment for Mrs. Gold, we have a warrant." Killian took the papers that were provided and started glancing at them.

"But I've already told you, she left me 6 months ago and I haven't seen or heard from her since. Now, can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on here?"

Killian was becoming frantic; after the horrible day he had he wasn't in the mood to deal with this type of situation. He was also becoming incredibly worried about Milah.

The officers completed their search with no success.

"Mr. Jones, Mrs. Gold's car was located earlier today abandoned in a parking lot in a little town called Storybrooke, with no sign of Mrs. Gold. We need to locate her ASAP and we need any and all cooperation you can give us to help in locating her."

Killian was shocked. "I will help you as much as I am capable of but I don't know how go that will be. She left me in the middle of the night 6 months ago. I swear, I haven't seen or heard from her since then. Neither have any of our old friends last time I spoke to them."

"I believe you Mr. Jones but we would still appreciate it if you would come with us to the station to answer some questions to help us track her down."

Killian followed the officers to the station in his own car and found himself seated in front of a different officer 30 minutes later.

"Good evening Mr. Jones, thank you for coming down here tonight, we just have some simple questions regarding Milah Gold so we can get a better understanding as to who she is and where we might be able to find her. "

Killian remained silent for several minutes, simply thinking about anything that could help them find Milah.

"Milah lived in Storybrooke for many years, she was married to a man who still resides there, Mr. Robert Gold. If her car was found in Storybrooke, maybe she was visiting him."

"Mr. Jones, are you familiar with the town yourself?"

"Yes, my brother and I moved there after our parents died when I was 12, my brother was 18 and he got a job working on a lobster boat. I left when I was 17 to attend the University of Boston. I've lived here ever since."

Without lifting his head or his pen, the officer continued with his questions.

"Does your brother still reside in the town?"

"No, he returned to Ireland after I graduated from college. He had left a girlfriend behind when we moved to the states with our parents just two years before they died. When he moved back they picked up where they left off and are now married and expecting their first child."

The offers pen was moving a mile a minute on his notepad, writing down anything and everything that Killian was saying, which was a little unnerving.

"Mr. Jones, were you aware that Mrs. Gold gave birth to a child 3 weeks ago?"

"WHAT?!"

His heart stopped.

Milah had a baby three weeks ago? If she was full term, that would mean that she was close to 3 or 4 months pregnant when she left 6 months ago, meaning that the child could be his.

The officer sitting in front of him simply waited for an answer, his face remaining a blank mask.

"No, I had no idea that she was pregnant! Is the child alright, is it missing too?!"

For the first time since the questioning began, the officer lifted his head, dropped his pen, and looked straight at Killian.

"Mr. Jones, when Mrs. Gold's car was found abandoned in Storybrooke today, the child was found inside the car with the doors locked and the windows rolled up in 90 degree weather. It's unknown as to how long the child was in the car before a deputy from the Storybrooke police department found her and broke the window to get her out. The child was rushed to Storybrooke General Hospital and last I checked she is doing ok and will have no long lasting effects from the incident. There has been no sign of Mrs. Gold but we have officers in Boston, Storybrooke, and the surrounding cities out looking for her to arrest her on numerous charges including child neglect, abandonment, and possibly premeditated murder, depending on where and when she is located."

Killian felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. Never would he have thought that this is how his night would turn out, let alone how his life would turn out! His head felt as if it was going to explode as he lifted his hands and let his head fall into the cradle of his palms.

A million thoughts run through his mind about both Milah and the child.

"Unfortunately, Mrs. Gold never completed the birth certificate for the child so we cannot check for who she listed as the father. So, given the fact that the child was born 3 weeks ago at full term and that the two of you broke up 6 months ago, we think it's highly likely that you are the child's father. "

Lifting his head, Killian regarded the officer. "Probably… maybe. After she left it was brought to my attention by numerous friends of ours that Milah had been cheating on me throughout our year long relationship with a number of men. So, yes, it's possible that the child may be mine but it's also possible that she may not me."

"Well then Mr. Jones, it looks like you have a choice to make. You can either stay here in Boston and carry on with your life as we continue our search for Mrs. Gold and the child enters the foster system or you can head on home back to Storybrooke, take a DNA test, and find out if you will be receiving a Father's Day card for the next 18 years. It's completely up to you."

Thinking back to his years in Boston, his time spent at Boston University and the years following spent teaching then thinking about the time he spent in Storybrooke. It didn't hit him until this very moment just how much he misses Storybrooke and how much it felt like home when he lived there and how much it could mean to him again, even with Liam back in Ireland. He knew in that moment that he only had one choice to make.

"Well, it looks like I am going to Storybrooke."

Author Note: Thanks again guys! I'm going to try to get the next chapter to you within the next 24 hours! Please review and remember to leave your suggestions for the baby's name and who you think should name the baby! You guys are the best!