That night went by dreadfully slow. There wasn't much of anything happening on the streets of Storybrook. Killian did have to arrest Leroy for drunk and disorderly conduct outside the Rabbit Hole, but that was the most exciting thing that's happened so far. As he returns to the bar in his cruiser, He has his window rolled down as two men walk out.

"Evening, deputy," one of them calls to him as they approach.

"Evening. I don't have arrest you lads too, do I?" he asks them teasingly.

"Nope, just had a few beers is all," he chuckles. "It's been a slow night, I take it?"

"Aye. Indeed."

"It's Killian, right?" Killian nodded. "I'm Robin Locksley and this is this my good mate, Will Scarlet.

Killian gives them a friendly smile and shakes their hands through the open window.

"How do you like Storybrooke so far?" Robin asks him.

"It's certainly different, but I'm adapting."

"That it is," Robin agrees.

"Lots of pretty women in this town, though," Will tells him.

"I haven't really noticed." Killian replies. Honestly, he only had his eye on one woman.

"Oh, come on, you can't tell me you don't fancy the Sheriff's daughter. She's quite the beaut. I wouldn't mind going a few rounds with that one, me-self," Will says.

Killian clenches his jaw and balls his hands into a fist. "Watch it, mate," he snarls and they both look at him confused.

"What, it's a crime to fancy a lass now?"

Killian clears his throat, trying to regain composure. "It's just bad form to speak of a lady like that."

Robin eyes him knowingly. "Careful, deputy, I wouldn't get too attached. She's a gorgeous lass but she's a heart-breaker that one. The last Deputy fled because he fell in deep but she wouldn't give him the time of day. Lots of trust issues.

"Aye. I've gathered that much. I'm not that guy, though. And I don't intend on leaving."

"Just don't say I didn't warn you. Well, it was nice meeting you, Killian."

Killian nods and waves at them as they continue down the sidewalk. After they're out of sight, he starts the ignition and drives away. He couldn't stop thinking about what Robin told him. Maybe he was right and he should back out now. He couldn't afford another heartbreak, after all. Yep, he should definitely back out... but he isn't going to.

Emma is running late. She hit the snooze on her alarm a few too many times and has to hurry to get ready. She pulls on a pair of tight, faded jeans and a white tank top and doesn't even bother with makeup. After she pulls her hair back into a ponytail, she shoves on her tennis shoes and red leather jacket and grabs her purse, practically running out the door.

She gets in her car, putting her seat-belt on and pulls out of her driveway. She rushes to work, but as soon as she hits the main road, she notices the red and blue flashing lights her rear-view mirror. "You have got to be kidding me," she grumbles to herself. She doesn't have time for this. She reluctantly pulls over to the side of the road and waits impatiently as Killian approaches, rolling the window down.

"Look, Killian, please. I'm already running late-"

He leans his elbows on the window frame of her door and looks in, meeting her gaze. She's angry that he pulled her over, but God, those eyes of his are so impossibly blue, even in the darkness they stand out. "Do you know how fast you were going, lass?"

"Come on Killian. You're not really giving me a ticket are you? I was only going ten miles over."

"Yes, but I'm just doing my job, love," he winks at her. "Can I see your license and registration, please?"

She sighs but does what he asks. She reaches into her glove compartment, pulls the documents out and hands them to him.

"Thanks, love." He studies them a moment before speaking again. "You live at this address by yourself?"

She looks at him, surprised, never mind the inappropriate question. "What, my dad didn't tell you he had a grandson?"

By the look on his face, he hadn't. And she guesses it explained why he hadn't been scared off yet. She realizes that now that he knows, he'll leave her alone, making it easy for her to just forget about him.

"No, he didn't mention, but only at fault of my own. I mostly keep to myself at work. I'm still trying to get the hang of way things are done around here."

"Well, I have a son. He's ten." She's waiting for the look. The look that says 'it was nice knowing you but I have to go now (for good)'. He only smiles though, a twinkle in his eye. Like he wants to know more.

"What's your son's name?"

"It's Henry."

"Well, Henry's lucky to have a mother like you." He hands her Drivers Licence and registration back to her and the look he gives her takes her breath away. His eyes pierce into her soul and she decides she could just get lost in them forever. She has to force herself to get a grip. "I'll let you off with a warning, but be more careful, love."

"Thank you. I will." At this point she's just grateful she didn't get a ticket, although she could have just talked her way out of it. The Sheriff is her father after all.

"Why in such a hurry, anyway, Emma? You are the owner. It's not like you'll get into trouble for being late."

"No, but the shop opens at seven and the doughnuts don't magically make themselves," she snarks.

"Well, what about Henry? Who watches him while you go off to work this early?"

Emma lets out a sigh. She really doesn't have time for this. "Not that it's any of your business but August is staying with us and he helps get him off to school in the mornings."

"Ah. He must really care about the lad."

"He does a lot. He's like an uncle to him."

"And who is he to you, love?"

"He's like my brother. We grew up in a foster home together and he's always been there for me."

"Your father did tell me you went through the system."

"Of course, that he tells you," she says, her voice laced with sarcasm. "But I really don't have time to explain my whole life story to you right now."

"Well, maybe some other time then? Perhaps over dinner?" he smirks.

"Goodbye, Killian," she says, rolling her eyes, a small smile curling in the corner of her lips.

"Bye, Emma. Hope your morning gets better," Killian says as he backs away.

Just as Emma is about to pull away, she pauses and turns her head towards him again. "Oh and thank you by the way... for lunch. It was thoughtful of you," she says sincerely.

"Course, love." He gives her a weak smile and waves as she drives away. Her stomach is in knots and she can barely think straight. This guy was relentless. She just told him she had a kid and he still asked her on a date... again. And she is definitely not considering going on a date with him. Nope. She breathes out a long sigh. Damn. This man is going to be the death of her.

Killian watches as Emma drives away, strings pulling at his heart. She has a son and if it's even possible, he likes her even more. And it makes him wonder where the father was. Did he abandon Henry like his father did? He wants to know more. And truth be told, he had been deliberately trying to avoid any sort of personal conversation with David because Killian quickly figured out that he was the kind of guy who, even if you didn't ask, he'd proudly tell you everything, especially when it came to his family. David did tell him about his wife and that they had a son and Killian told him he had a brother, but other than that, he's kept the conversations business-related. Killian wants to know Emma through Emma, not through her father. He wants to be able to break down her walls, to allow her to open up to him. It's like biting into one of her filled pastries, not knowing what's inside but being surprised when the filling hits his tongue. He wants to be able to take his time and savior every bite he can get before he finally gets to the delicious center. He knows that when he does, it will be well worth the wait. Although, he probably just ruined any chance he had with her because he had to be a dumb-ass and ask her out again. He's just going to end up scaring her off. He really can't help himself, though. His brain just turns to mush whenever he sees her.

The rest of the morning went by slowly as he patrolled the blocks and every so often he drove by the bakery, seeing the light on in the side window towards the back.

When David arrives at the station, a woman and young boy comes in with him.

"Killian, this my wife, Mary Margarette and our son, Leo."

"Hello Killian, I've been dying to meet the new deputy so I thought I'd stop by before I head to the school."

He smiles warmly as he shakes their hands and they chat for a few minutes and she tells him her her job as principal before she changes the subject.

"So, how are you liking it here? Emma's not giving you a hard time, is she?"

"It's fine. Emma and I are getting along splendidly." Killian gives her a shy smile and runs his hand through his hair. "Although, I did pull her over this morning for speeding."

"Really? I bet she wasn't too happy about that" she laughs.

"No, but I think she understood I was just doing my job."

"Good man, Killian. Just because she's my daughter, doesn't mean she can do what she wants," David says.

"I agree, mate, but I don't think she feels that way. She was just running late for work."

"Well, still, you did the right thing."

"Thank you." He decides that's it's probably not a good idea to mention that he asked her out too.

"Well, I have to go. It was nice meeting you Killian."

"Pleasure meeting you lass."

Mary Margerette and Leo kiss David goodbye and walk out the door before Killian fills him in on the details of the night, explaining the arrest he made with the snoring Leroy, sleeping in his jail cell.

"Yeah, he's pretty much a regular here," David tells him. "Well, you should go home and rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aye. I will, but first I wanted to ask you if I might be able to take some time off while my brother visits next month."

"Yeah, of course. Family's important. You can take as much time as you need."

"Thank you. I will let him know."

After Killian leaves, he's tempted to go into the bakery but decides to go home, sleep and shower first.

When he gets home, and walks through the door, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to call Liam.

"Hello, brother."

"Hi, Liam. You up for a visit? Sheriff says I can take some time off next month."

"Of course. I have some vacation time to use up," Liam replies.

"How are things at work, anyway?"

"Fine. Just miss working alongside my brother."

"Aye, me too. Maybe you could join me here, then," Killian teases. "I'm sure Dave could use another deputy."

"Yeah, I don't think so, Killian. Nice try though. So, are you going to tell me about this lass who's keeping you there?"

Killian sighs but knows if he doesn't tell him, his brother won't back down until he does.

"Her name's Emma. She's the Sheriff's daughter and she owns the bakery across the road from the station. I've asked out but she said no. Happy now?"

"Wow. Must be a tough lass to shoot a Jones brother down," he chuckles.

"That she is. She has a lot of trust issues from being hurt before. So I don't want to pressure her but I act like a bloody fool whenever I see her. I even asked her on a date when I pulled her over for speeding." He immediately regrets telling him this as soon as the words leave his mouth.

"You didn't?"

Killian lets out a long breath. "I did."

He hears a rumble of laughter on the other end. "You are a fool, Killian," he teases.

"And now you see why I didn't want to tell you about her."

"Lighten up, Killian. You'll be fine. You said she has trust issues, so it's simple. Prove to her that she can trust you and that you're not going to leave."

"That's actually the easy part. I just have to not act like a sodding git every time I see her."

"Must be some lass. I've never seen you fail getting a woman, Killian. But I have faith. You are a Jones brother after all."

"Aye, that I am. But she is quite a lass," he agrees. He's never felt this way about a woman he had just met. "Alright, I'm going to bed now. I just back from work but I'll call you later to finalize plans for your visit."

"Okay, brother. Talk to you later."

"Bye, Liam."

Just before the shop closes that evening, he comes back and parks down the road. When he steps in, there's a young boy behind the counter.

"Aren't you a little young to be working here, lad?" Killian asks as he approaches.

"I don't. My mom runs this place."

Killian looks at him closely and realizes he does bare some resemblance to Emma. "Henry, right?"

"Yeah. You must be Killian."

"Aye. I am."

"Hey, Killian," Elsa greets him as she comes up behind Henry. "Heard you pulled over Emma this morning."

Bloody hell. He had a feeling he was never going to hear the end of this now. "Well, she was going over the speed limit," Killian says, scratching behind his ear.

"I wish I got asked out on a date instead of getting a ticket every time I got pulled over for speeding," she laughs.

Killian can feel his cheeks flush with red. "Well, you would think she would have been more appreciative and accepted, but she's a stubborn one," he laughs back.

"Don't feel bad, Killian. I haven't seen her go on a date in a long time," Henry says. "She does like you though."

Killian lifted a brow at that and grinned widely. "Does she now?"

"Yeah, I can tell. Yesterday, she couldn't stop smiling and I haven't seen her smile like that in a while."

"Because of me?" he asks, taken by surprise.

"Yeah and ever since you brought her lunch, Henry and I have kind of been conspiring together. Right kid?"

"Yep. And we're going to help you get a date with her."

"Well thanks, lad, but a dashing rapscallion like me-self doesn't need help getting a lady as beautiful as your mom," he says charmingly.

"Sorry to tell you, Killian, but you're going to need more than your good looks to win her heart," Elsa says.

Just then, Emma walks through the door from the kitchen and sees them staring at her. "What's going on guys?" she asks suspiciously.

"Nothing. Killian was just getting something for his sweet tooth," Elsa tells her.

Emma looks at Killian and gives him a smirk, putting her hands on hips as she approaches.

"Miss me, love?" Killian asks with quirky grin plaguing his lips.

She rolls her eyes at him. "Did you come back to ask me out again or have you finally given up?"

"I never give up on what I want, lass. I just came to get another one of those raspberry danishes from you."

"Well, you're in luck. There's one left," Emma tells him, reaching into the bakery case to grab it, putting it in a bag. After he pays for it, their eyes meet again and are so fixed on each-other, they don't even notice Elsa and Henry sneaking into the kitchen so as not to disturb them.

"So tell me, love. What do you do for fun when you're not here?" He leans his hands on the counter and she mirrors his movements as she purses her lips.

"I like to do many things."

"Such as what, love?"

"Hmmm. Spend time with Henry, read, watch old movies. What about you? What do you like to do other than annoy me?" she smirks.

He reaches his hand over the counter and swipes a stray strand of golden hair behind her ear. He can see her breath hitch at his gesture and he waits for her to back away, but she doesn't. "I like to sail my ship."

She arches a brow at him. "You have a ship?"

"Aye. It was my father's. Have you ever been sailing before, love?"

"No, I haven't."

"That's a shame. It's quite therapeutic and there's nothing quite like the view."

"Is that so?"

He nods. "You should try it sometime. It's a good way to relieve stress, which I'm sure you know far too well of being a business owner."

Emma's eyes drop to his lips as she leans in closer, causing his heart to race. "Well, I find other activities to relieve stress."

"And what activities would those be, love?" He asks, eyeing her mouth as well.

"Hmmm..." She smiles wickedly and bites her bottom lip.

The sound of the door swinging open behind Emma causes them to snap away from each-other. Elsa walks through carrying her bag. "Don't mind me," she beams. "I'm taking off now. Gotta get to class."

"Okay. See you tomorrow, Elsa."

"Bye, Emma. Bye Killian," she says, heading towards the front.

"Evening, lass," Killian calls to her as she walks out the door.

"Okay, Killian, I have to close now, so you have to leave," she says as she walks around the counter and heads for the door, Killian's eyes following her. She opens the front door and puts her hand on her hip as she waits for him.

"We'll just have to finish our conversation later," he says as he approaches.

The corner of her lips curve into a smile. "Bye Killian."

He reaches for her hand, taking it from her hip and raises it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her skin, his eyes never leaving hers. Her mouth falls agape, but she doesn't move or pull away.

"Bye, love." He reluctantly releases her hand and walks out the door, completely forgetting his danish.