A/N: Hi everyone! I'm finally free from AP testing! It's kind of long, but here's the next chapter. Hope you guys like it!
Chapter 4
The next morning, Killian looked at his watch, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground while waiting for Emma to arrive. It was ten after eight. She was late.
"What are you doing here?"
Killian spun around, finding Neal and August standing right behind him. "Just waiting for Miss Swan to show up. Is that a problem?"
"Yes. If she's not here, then you shouldn't - " Neal's face went from peeved to speechless. Killian turned around and smirked. There was Emma, walking through the MBI door, wearing a bright red body con dress and a pair four inch black pumps. Her freshly curled hair fell just below her shoulders as she brushed it away from her bright blue eyes. She looked up from her bag, finding three men staring at her in awe.
"Look who decided to show up to work today," said August, breaking the silence.
"Hey, beautiful. I see you went shopping after all. Nice color, I must say. It looks good on you."
Neal glared at Killian and grumbled, "That outfit is not appropriate for the MBI."
"It's for the job, Cassidy," Emma retorted as she walked by him. Killian followed her, winking at Neal as he passed by.
"Son of a bitch," growled Neal.
"I see what's going on," August said once he and Neal were alone.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're jealous that Jones gets to work with Swan, and instead of taking it out on him, you're taking it out on Emma."
"I am not jealous."
"Yes. Yes you are."
"AM NOT!"
"You're blushing," laughed August as he left Neal in the lobby.
"Am not," muttered Neal, following his partner to their desks.
Emma quickly checked her desk to make sure she had everything she needed. "Ready to go?" Killian nodded and followed Emma out to the parking lot. She started walking to her Volkswagen, but noticed Killian walking a different way. "Where are you going? The car is this way."
We are not taking that. We'll take my car. It's much nicer," Killian replied, unlocking his BMW.
Emma stared at the shiny black sportsman in awe. "Where the hell did you get that? Did you steal it?"
Killian laughed at her suspicions. "No, I didn't steal it. It belongs to a friend of mine. I'm only borrowing it. Get in."
Emma got in cautiously and sat in the passengers seat. Killian started the car, drove out of the parking lot, and headed to Mr. Gold's headquarters. "So, where is he hiding out?" asked Emma.
"Gold has this plot of land up north. He has a mansion that belongs to one of his followers. Since that's where he spends most of his time, we'll try there first."
"Do you have the fake diamonds?" Killian reached behind Emma and tossed her a small black bag. She opened it and took out two sparkling diamonds. "Holy crap," she said under her breath.
"That's not even my best work. Wait 'til you see what I'll do when working for Gold."
After an hour and a half of driving, they arrived to the mansion and got out of the car. "Remember, stick to the plan. Ready, Zoey?" Killian locked the BMW and started towards the mansion.
"I still don't like that name," Emma grumbled, walking along side of him.
Once the two got up to the front door, Killian rang the doorbell. A tall man with broad shoulders answered the door. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"My name is Conor Fitzgerald and I'm here to make a deal with Mr. Gold," replied Killian, holding up the small bag.
The man let them into the mansion and led them down a narrow hallway. "Give me your phones, weapons of any kind, and empty your pockets. And miss? Leave your bag here."
Emma handed the man her purse and watched Killian take out a revolver, his wallet, and his phone from his pockets. He placed the items in the man's hands and walked into the next room, with Emma trailing behind. As the entered what seemed to be a living room, Emma looked around at all the buff men in suits staring at her and Killian. In the front sat Mr. Gold, eyeing them and whispering something to the redheaded woman next to him.
"Hands out to your sides. Let us check you," commanded a man, stopping Killian and Emma. The man quickly patted down Killian and moved onto Emma. She stiffened as the man moved his hands down her back and groped her behind. "Nice tush," he whispered. Emma clenched her teeth, quickly spun around, and punched the man in the nose. The man stumbled back, clutching his nose as the entire room laughed. He let go of his nose, letting the blood stream down his face, and angrily started towards Emma. Just before he could attack her, Killian stepped in from of her. Emma looked at him, surprised. She didn't expect Killian to defend her, especially with a angry, bloody man coming straight for her.
"Now, now. Lets not injure our potential clients," Mr. Gold chuckled, walking towards Emma and Killian. He slowly circled them, like a vulture circling his prey. "So I hear you want to make a deal."
"Yes. I want to work for you." Killian stepped aside from Emma. "I can help you."
"And how's that?"
"I can make copies of anything." Killian threw Mr. Gold the bag of fake diamonds. "Why don't you see for yourself."
Mr. Gold opened the bag and examined the diamonds. "Mhm. Very impressive. And you say you can make copies of anything, Mr. um…"
"Where are my manners? Conor Fitzgerald. And this is my beautiful assistant, Zoey Cameron. Yes, I can make anything you want. I can also break into anywhere you want."
"Mhm. And your lady-friend here is quite a sight for sore eyes. How does she help?"
"She makes some of the items as well." Killian glanced at Emma, who gave him a shocked look. "She isn't as experienced as me, of course."
"Well, it'll be fun to have both of you around, so I'll give you two a try. When working for me, you will stay at this mansion unless we move to a different headquarters. You will live, eat, and work here. Understand?"
"Will we ever get to go out?" Emma finally asked.
"Only for supplies. So deal or no deal?" Mr. Gold stuck out his hand toward Killian.
Killian looked at it, then to Emma, then back to Mr. Gold. "Deal." He gave Mr. Gold a firm handshake in return.
"Welcome to the group. Moe will show you to your room. You can bring your things later. I want to show you where you'll be working."
Killian and Emma followed the man who let them in to a door on the third floor.
"Thank you! See you later, mate!" Killian called out after the man gave him the key and Emma's purse and left. He unlocked the door to a large, lavishly decorated room. They walked in, wonderstruck at its beauty. Killian threw the keys on one of the long tables in the middle off the room. "Ready to work?" he turned to Emma, who was still gazing at the room's embellishments. He chuckled at her fascination. "Love?"
"Huh?"
"Ready to start?"
Emma nodded. She couldn't stop thinking about Killian defending her. No one had ever done that for her. It was a complete, but nice surprise. As they drew out the plan, Emma couldn't stand it any longer. She wanted to know why he stood up for her. "Why did you do it?" she asked quietly, looking up at Killian, who had a confused expression on his face. "You know, stand up for me."
"Ah, well I didn't want you getting hurt and having to deal with Chief Nolan and Agent Cassidy questioning me about it. Plus, I was being a gentleman."
"I could've handled it myself."
"Ooh, you're a tough lass." Killian smiled. He liked her rugged personality, it reminded him of himself, of his first love.
Once he and Emma had finished exploring their workroom and planning their order of business, they left the mansion to pack their belongings. The car ride was excruciatingly awkward; the two had not said a word to each other since they left Mr. Gold's headquarters.
Finally, Emma asked, "Who was she?"
"What?" Her question took Killian by surprise.
"The woman you loved that was killed by Mr. Gold."
"Oh." He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and sighed. "Her name was Milah. I met her at a bar about three years ago. She was hated her life and always told me about her shitty marriage. We kept meeting up at that bar, and we soon fell in love. She didn't tell me that she was married to Gold until later, but I didn't care. Soon, our meetings turned into an affair. Milah wasn't scared about Gold finding out, she was brave. The affair went on for four months. One day, she called me, telling me she'd be late. I waited and waited and waited at the bar. Then, suddenly on the TV, there was breaking news that the police found a body. It was Milah's. Gold must've caught her trying to sneak out. She was shot in the heart, three times. I knew it was Gold from the beginning because I heard that's his way of killing people. Ever since, I've been trying to do whatever I could to get close to Gold, to seek my revenge on him for what he did to Milah."
"Oh my god," breathed Emma, "I'm so sorry."
Killian shook his head. "It's the past. Nothing can bring her back."
Emma didn't reply to him. She didn't want to make him remember the worst time of his life, so she dropped the subject. They were silent for the rest of the ride. Killian dropped Emma off at her loft.
"How much should I bring? How long is this going to go on for?"
"Bring all the clothes you bought with the money I gave you. You can re-wear them. I'll be back in an hour."
As Killian drove off, Emma hurried up to start packing.
She pulled down the largest suitcase she had and placed it on her bed. She threw in everything she bought: seven dresses, four pairs of shoes, and a couple of pretty undergarments she liked. Once she finally squeezed in her makeup and toiletries, Emma zipped up her suitcase and lugged it downstairs to wait for Killian. Within a few minutes, Killian pulled up, getting out of the car to help her with her luggage.
"Oi! How much did you put in here?"
"Everything I bought, like you said."
Killian shoved the bag in the trunk along with his suitcases got back in. "Ready to go, love?"
Emma bucked in and looked at her loft one last time. She sighed. "Let's go."
They headed back to the mansion in silence. Emma couldn't stop thinking about how long her undercover mission would be. She slowly drifted off to sleep, leaning her head against the car window for support. Killian glanced over at her and smiled. He noticed how peaceful Emma looked when she slept. He had only seen her serious and stressed the past couple days.
Once he arrived at Mr. Gold's mansion, Killian gently shook Emma awake. "Wake up sweetheart. Wake up. We're here."
"Hm? Already?" Emma groggily stretched her arms and rubbed her eyes. The two got out, grabbed their bags, and were led to the room they were to live in. "Seriously?"
"What's wrong? This room is just as nice as our workroom."
"They were able to decorate it, but they couldn't put in two beds?"
Killian gave her a playful smirk. "What's wrong with sharing?"
"Everything."
"Well there's no need to worry. I won't do anything wrong. You'll live"
Emma rolled her eyes. "Fine. But I'm warning you, you do anything I don't like, you're dead."
"Got it."
Emma and Killian placed their suitcases on the bed and started unpacking. Killian finished a lot earlier than Emma, since he didn't need as much. Once she hung up her last dress, she froze. "Crap."
"Hm?"
"Dammit."
"What happened?"
"I can't believe I forgot to bring pajamas! Crap. Crap. Cra-"
"We can share."
"More sharing? Yea, I don't think so." She threw her empty suitcase on the floor and placed it in the closet.
"You don't want to sleep in a dress, lass. You'll ruin it. Just share with me."
Emma glared at Killian. "Fine." She stuck out her hand in his direction. "I would like to change now please."
Killian pulled out his pajamas from a dresser. "Top or bottom?" He turned around to find an unamused Emma staring back at him. "I'm kidding." He threw the pajama top at her and watched her walk into the bathroom. He smirked as he thought of how Emma would look when she came out. He quickly changed into the dark blue pajama bottoms and flopped onto the bed. Killian emptied his little bag of false diamonds on his stomach and started to examine them while waiting for Emma to come out. Suddenly the bathroom door clicked, catching Killian's attention. Emma shyly stepped out if the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Killian grinned at her and sat up in bed.
"Shut up," she mumbled as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"What? I didn't say anything!"
"I know exactly what you were thinking." Emma crawled into bed and glimpsed at Killian, who was still staring at her. "No funny business."
"None. I promise."
Emma quickly turned out the lights and snuggled her pillow. Even though she fell asleep quickly earlier, she couldn't now. I really hope I don't regret this.
