A/N: Super super suuupppeeerrrr excited about Sunday. Can't wait, you can all bet your money that at 8 I will be literally inches from my tv, drooling in the process. LOL so here's chapter 7.

Chapter 7

Emma finished her meal and headed back to the office with Booth. Booth whistled when he saw the mess she had made of his office. Emma slightly blushed, "Yeah, I kinda've been through a lot of files."

"How can you tell what files are what?" Booth asked as he picked up a random stack of papers.

Emma took the papers from him. "I have a system," she looked at her office again. "It's just a very complicated system."

"I'll say, are these all the town files?"

Emma wasn't sure she liked his tone, but he hadn't done anything to make her question his loyalty. "Yeah, but I haven't found anything here." Booth seemed too absorbed in his own world to hear what she was saying.

"So Gold wants you to find someone by the name of Bealfire?"

"That's right, but I don't know where to start. He said to look into foster homes and orphanages, but Storybrooke doesn't have any." Emma was so frustrated. It didn't help when the Stranger started laughing, a deep hearty laugh.

"What's so funny?" Emma didn't like being laughed at, what was so funny anyway?

As Booth wiped away a tear as he spoke. "Gold wants you to find a missing person and you checked Storybrooke files?" He stated laughing again.

Emma jaws dropped. How could she be so stupid? If the person had any connection to Storybrooke Mr. Gold would've found him long ago. Much to her dismay Emma started laughing as well. When they stopped laughing there were tears in both of their eyes.

Booth was the first to speak. "Okay, we need a computer."

Leroy had left only moments ago, leaving Gold now alone in his pawn shop. Thoughts were swarming in his head.

This has to work, it will work.

What if it doesn't huh? You've still failed him.

Shut up. You are only in my subconscious.

Oh is that what the cricket told you? Well as you should know that is false. I'm not your subconscious, I am you, simple as that.

Stop. Just stop.

You failed him once, now you'll fail him again.

Gold couldn't handle it anymore. He was no longer that man, he refused to believe that he would stay an imp forever, he had changed, could change. He was feeling the same as he had the night before, he was losing control. He was currently in the back of his office, but he could still see it. Feel the cool metal in his hands. Jerkily he walked back into the front of the store. There it was, right where he had kicked it.

The knife. Rumpelstiltskin engraved into it.

Even though there was no magic in this realm, he felt it calling to them. He picked it up to his hands. He held it out to himself, remembering everything. The memories hitting him again as hard as they had the night before. Limping back to the back room he realized he had left his cane there. Then he looked into the mirror, no not again.

He was looking at him, a malicious grin painted his face. Before he could utter one word Gold screamed and threw the knife at the mirror. It shattered instantly, leaving broken glass everywhere. Gold was breathing heavily. That was the end, this mission was do or die.

At that moment he heard the tinkling of the bell. Why is my store most popular when I want it to be closed? Gold thought to himself. Grabbing his cane he made his way to the front of the store. Where he met Sheriff Swan and The Stranger.

Gold rushed at the Stranger, cane poised to strike, he began beating the man until his face was unrecognizable. Blood was everywhere, Emma tried to fight him off, but it was no use.

Instantly Gold returned to normal, his homicidal tendencies wavering.

Booth didn't like the look on the pawnbroker's face, he looked as if he had just murdered him in his mind. He hadn't even wanted to be here, but Emma had insisted.

Emma looked at Gold, her face serious. "Can we talk?"

Gold gave a small smile. "Of course," he extended his arm to show they were welcome.

Emma began walking into the back when Gold walked into her path. "What may I ask Sheriff are you doing?"

Emma gave him a condescending look. "This is a personal matter, isn't it?"

"Well yes of course, but there is no one here," he waved his arm dramatically. "As you can see."

"Yea, I can see," with that Emma pushed past the pawnbroker and walked into the back room. When she saw what was back there she gasped. There was glass everywhere! She turned and looked at Gold. "What is it with you and broken glass lately?!"

Gold simply shrugged. "Let's just say a customer was... unsatisfied."

On one hand Emma wanted to ask him if he wanted extra security on this place, but another part of her actually like seeing things go wrong in his life. No, she didn't like to see him suffer, just to show that things aren't always perfect in his life. She walked over crunched glass, she was looking at the mess when something caught her eye, she bent down to pick it up just as Gold spoke.

"Sheriff, you need not worry about that. If you have something to say then-" He cut off when he saw what was in her hand.

Her eyes were wide. "Gold, what is this?!"

Gold was by her side in three quick strides, he gently took the knife from her hand. "Simply an item in my store." He placed it in the display case. "Now Miss Swan why are you here with him?"

"Booth's my partner in this, sorry but I could use the help." Gold simply nodded. "And I wanted to ask again, could you give me a timeline or something to go off of for time? Exactly how long has this person been missing?"

Gold's eyes lit up a bit. "Are you saying you may have some information?"

Emma shook her head. "I'm not saying that, I just need a little more detail, your idea of an orphanage may have paid off."

Gold kept a straight face, while on the inside we was exploding. "I would suggest the person was at a young age when they were taken in. About thirteen to fifteen sounds about right."

Emma smiled. "Thanks Gold, that'll help a lot." With that she made her way to the door, while Booth lagged behind.

"Will an apology mean anything to you?" He stood next to the pawnbroker, not making eye-contact, just watching as the Sheriff made her way back to the station.

"No, only your death will."

Booth gave a dry laugh. "Well I usually don't like being dishonest, I was desperate."

"I know a desperate soul when I see one," was all he gave as a reply.

"That was a close call with the knife." Booth said skeptically.

"Yes, it was." Gold refused to chit-chat with the stranger any longer.

"Do you think she'll find him?" Booth asked, he had been with her all day and thought that if anyone could find this person it would be her.

"She has to." And with that Booth left the pawn shop and followed the blond savior.