As they headed off Killian observed two things. That Emma was beautiful and that this was a bad idea. This was a bad idea of dozens of reasons. The first being Emma Swan was too good for him. He had nothing to offer this hot, intelligence woman who had her life in order. Hook was all about disorder.

Secondly she felt too much like Milah, although oddly not as a person. As a person they were polar opposites, Milah has chilldish, she loved excitement and adventure hence why the mere concept of an affair has appealed to her so. Desperate to be loved, Milah had set out of school at 18 with a goal of marrying somebody successful so she felt she could have all the excitement she ever desired. Hook had connected with that feeling; wanting to go out, explore everything.

The pair had shared a major flaw however, that they didn't care who they screwed over in order to get what they wished. Hook had learnt his lesson, he'd asked her to decide between himself and Gold. He wanted her to run away with him, and she'd accepted. Yet it seemed looking back that Milah had no intention of going with him.

After he'd respected the house when he'd found her dead, she'd been over 6 hours late. He'd looked, no bags were packed, nothing was planned with account details. It was difficult coming to terms with all of it, but recently, hence his return to the place, he'd realized she hadn't wanted to come with him. Or she hadn't intended to anyway.

She was like Milah in the way that he liked her, without thinking much about how badly this would end. Both women were too good for him he felt, like he had to be their mistake to be of worth to them. She was like Milah because he could see himself falling in love with her, and he knew it couldn't end well for him.

This brought all kinds of ideas as to why she died into his mind. It had always bothered him how Gold had never been held accounted for the murder of his wife. Finally he had a chance to avenge the woman he'd loved yet here he was with another woman, foolishly asking her out on a date.

"I didn't see you pick up that dress. Expecting his were you?" Hook laughed and her eyebrow arched.

"No, I just like looking fancy when I bring in a murderer."

"Well I'm sure the crocodile would be grateful. As am I."

The walk was brisk but pleasant, however arrival at the restaurant was welcome enough. They were seated in the corner, candle flicking between them. Looking at her face, Hook felt the candle made her eyes glow.

"So, be truthful Swan, would you have said yes to this date if I hadn't made you jealous earlier?"

"Date?" Avoiding the question, Hook noticed but didn't say anything.

"Well. Dinner, dressing up, wine." His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips, an action Emma avoided looking at. "Certainly feels like a date."

"Hmm. Maybe. I mean ignore the fact that I'm your carer right now, you're under suspicion of murder and we're on our way to arrest your ex-lovers ex-husband then yes. I agree, feels like a date." Emma joked and they shared a hushed laugh.

The conversation flowed as the dinner came. Both tried each others food and Emma ignored her rule and back stories, not that she'd really been keeping to it anyway. However she did try to whenever possible keep the conversation off of herself.

They talked about general things too, worse dates they'd ever had, worse people they'd ever dated. Hook was a little embarrassed to admit apart from Milah he'd never really had long term relationship, but he felt better when Emma assured him her list was almost as small as her own.

Emma spoke about the various places she'd lived, and the jobs she'd done. Killian was interested in a time in her life where'd she'd worked for a loan shark. And why'd she'd done it.

'I was good at finding people. I didn't care who I found them for.' Was the explanation Hook got.

He was very interested in her, but he didn't want to push. Emma's childhood was clearly not a subject she was willing to discuss. But that didn't matter, he thought all aspects of her life was fascinating.

The night was filled with playful flirting from both parties which Hook enjoyed plenty. He liked seeing the side of Emma which was slightly sexual and playful. He understood she couldn't show it all the time as she was working right now, and it wasn't appropriate but it was still nice.

It wasn't until the walk home it got a bit weird.

"So, what now? We have to go and sleep in the same room." Emma pointed out.

"That's usually how I like to end my dates." Hook flirty voice caused Emma to wish they were just at the end of an ordinary date.

"Really. You can't forget, this investigation goes south, you're the one going to jail."

"I understand Swan, but that doesn't change the fact I quite fancy you from time to time. When you're not yelling at me." He grinned. "We go back into the motel, this date never happened. We go back to professional, and if there's another date then we pretend we're not travelling together. Happy?"

Emma reasoned with this idea then thought about the words. They'd reached the motel at this point, and were lingering outside.

"Another date?" Hook took her hand in his, and kissed the ring on her finger delicately. She'd forgotten she was still wearing the thing.

"A husband should always treat his wife to dates." He joked, then became serious "I'd like to go out with you again Swan, would you let me?"

No she thought instantly. Not a chance. It was unprofessional, it was silly and it was completely wrong. They would get messy travelling together, and there was still a chance he killed his ex-girlfriend, however small. Yet she thought about how much she'd laughed in the past couple days, how calm she'd calm, how happy.

"It would be my pleasure." She reached up and pecked his cheek lightly. She opened the door and let herself into the room, causing a small groan in the back of Hooks throat from losing the contact. He didn't follow her straight into the room, he lingered in the doorway.

"The pleasure would be all mine." Then he walked in. "So I just had one hell of a date."

Emma laughed, sitting on the bed. "Oh yeah?"

"And by that I mean the women was hell. Bossy. Grumpy. All over me." He joked. Emma threw a pillow at his face which he managed to rip by trying to block it with his hooked hand.

"You seeing her again?" She teased.

"God I hope so."

I hope you liked this one, I know it's a little short for a date chapter, but there is a reason! Please review if you enjoyed, it's great to get feedback!