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Later than night

Something about that night gave her goose bumps on her skin. Maybe it was the loud thunders or the lightnings that were hitting her window every other second, maybe it was the thoughts about him that were haunting her.

Killian Jones was a mystery man. But he never got under her skin as much as he did today. She wasn't sure why, she wasn't sure how, she wasn't even sure what really happened between them today. The one minute he was smiling and calm and the next he was storming out like she hit a nerve. But she didn't really say anything that could be considered as a clue.

She was playing their conversation in her head again and again all night but nothing to make sense with. The thing that bothers her the most though is the fact that she got mad at him for acting like that. She didn't have any right to be mad at him for anything, even more for not being polite to her. What did she expect from him? Why did she get so affected from it? He is not the first jerk she is dealing with. Why he should be any different?

She decided to put on a movie to watch before she go insane from the crazy thoughts that was running thought her head without her permission, before a noise made her wonder if she was imagining things now or it was really her window.

Slowly she reached for her gun that was hanging on the kitchen door handle from its belt. As careful and quiet as possible she moved to the living room which was still dark except a small floor lamp that was dimly lighting the space around it. But she was no mistaken, there it was. A shadow standing next to the window. In seconds Emma raised her gun but a familiar voice stopped her. "Easy there love….it's just me".

That thick accent and deep voice couldn't leave room for any doubt about who was the mysterious man, although he stepped into the light a little more to reveal himself to her. He was all dressed in black. Black leather jacket, black jeans, black boots. All soaking wet, starting to make a little pool under his feet. The only lighter color on him, the dark blue shirt he was wearing underneath his jacket and his oh so blue eyes making contrast with his pale face and his dark hair that were plastered on his forehead from the rain.

"What the hell! Are you crazy?! I would have shot you!" Emma, still holding her gun and aiming at him, surprise and anger in her eyes, saw Killian walking slowly closer to her. "What are you doing here?" she still shouted at him "how the hell did you get in?"

"Shhh… your neighbors might think you are in danger" Killian put his index finger on his lips. The bastard.

"And they won't be wrong!" Emma said, still without lowering her voice and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Now Swan…" he said her name with extra emphasis "we both know that's not true. I'm not here to hurt you."

"Then why are you here Jones?!" Emma said with a sigh, annoyed that her questions were still unanswered, while finally put her gun away.

Back to Jones, right, He deserved that. "I want to talk to you" Killian said with a calm and steady voice.

"And you broke into my house to do that? How you even knew where I live?"

"You wound me love. I'm pretty good to what I do, I have skills" he said with a wink "I followed you back here and no offence but for a cop you should protect your own house little better, your fire escape window was unlocked".

"You shouldn't be here, if anyone sees you, we will get both in trouble."

"Swan relax. Nobody saw me getting in here and I will leave soon, just as carefully. Just hear me out" he sounded almost desperate.

"Don't tell me to relax! You broke into my house, AND you are a criminal…what more reason do I need to NOT be relaxed!? And you're here for a chat? Every time I try to talk to you from the moment I met you, you doing the best you can to keep your mouth shut and get into my nerves with a bunch of unrelated things till you leave me with a headache just as you did this afternoon. And now you just want to talk…"

"I really owe you an apology about my behavior earlier, or any other time I've been abrupt…" he lowered his head like he was embarrassed "…I know that your intentions are good when you say you wana help me, and you don't deserve to deal with me acting like that and I'm also sorry I intruded into your house, but I wana tell you something that I can't risk anyone overhear, that's why I came here." He saw her face getting softer and Killian's lips formed this already familiar smirk "…and by the way you looked pretty cute with your cheeks all red and your eyes spitting fire a minute ago" that earned him a huff and he moved to sit down on that couch without needing any invitation but he didn't relaxed on it as Emma expected him to do from the little she knew him by now. Instead he sat on the edge as if he was expecting her to kick him out in any second and he kept his hands on his knees.

"What do you want Jones?" she said almost annoyed that he wasn't getting to the point but still she moved to sit at the other end of the couch.

Killian took a deep breath. For some strange reason, something told him he could trust this woman.

Emma saw Killian lowering his head on his hands and rubbing slowly his eyes with the heels of his palms. She didn't say anything, didn't push him, because she knew that he was ready to tell her something important and that was progress. No matter how furious she was with him earlier, she knew she had to put that aside and give him a chance to explain. Whatever was that he wanted to tell her, she understood it was difficult for him to share it so she sat there on the couch patient until he was ready to talk.

"My story with Gold goes long way back and it would take me more than few minutes to explain everything to you. It doesn't matter to you anyway. But there is a part of it that will help you understand why I have to do this on my own." Emma gave him a silent nod to encourage him to continue. She was willing to take whatever he was willing to give her.

"Few years back, I met this woman, Milah. I was in jail…once again" he said with bitterness "She was a lawyer and they assign me to her. She knew many things about me and the deals I had with Gold, and I filled her in the missing parts later…when…" he leaned his back on the couch and let his head fall back "…when we got closer, she was very beautiful, she was like a good angel who was willing to help me. Help that I didn't deserve. I told her to stay out of it and I tried to protect her… but she was keep saying to me "Let me help you". Guess who she reminds me Swan" he gave her a glance and Emma offered him a weak smile.

"She kept saying she knows how to deal with things and she knew the right people, how she can save me from Gold and that life I was living and…" his voice broke "…and live free in some other place, start a new life…with her…with a home together…nice dream huh?"

Emma moved a tiny bit closer to him and reached out for his hand to show him somehow understanding, compassion, care?…

He didn't pull his hand as he did the last time. Instead he let her hold him.

"What happened?" her voice little louder that a whisper.

"I trusted her, I believed her, I let her help me…" with his other hand he run his fingers through his hair a few times "she ended up dead in the process of helping me" Emma tried not to show her reaction but he felt her hand a bit tighter on his.

"Oh killian…" he'd expected her to say she is sorry, to try to convince him that this time is different, anything someone would say if they hear this story. But she didn't say any of those things. She just kept holding his hand and he knew that she understood him.

Few quiet minutes had pass until someone spoke again. "I better be going" Killian moved to sit up. Emma realized she was still holding him and she let go of his hand as if she was electrified by him and she saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Well, I guess so…" she almost whispered. She wasn't sure how she should act around him now. She knew better than pity him. It was a good first step for him today and she didn't want to scare him away by saying something stupid. She had to think about the things he told her and find a way to come around and make him open up more. She was satisfied from tonight so she decided not to push it. "Thank you…" she said hesitantly.

"For what love?" Killian who was already half way to her window, turned around to look at her.

"For trusting me with this… I know it must be hard for you"

"Don't worry. It's been so long, what's in the past is in the past." She knew he was lying. "Goodnight Emma" and with that he quickly disappeared from the window he had come before.

Emma stayed in place looking at the rain outside falling harder than before "goodnight Killian".