The following morning, Emma was thankful for Fred's hospitality and the Andrew's men atmosphere. Seeing the father and son bond made her feel so much warmth and gave off so much positive energy, she ready for a long day of work ahead of her.

Last night, Fred had sat with Emma for an hour or so, before they both headed up to bed. They discussed what had happened back at the Cooper household and why her family had been so cruel to her. She had left of minor details that she knew would only make matters worse for her relationship with them.

Like the fact Polly was pregnant and no one knew, not even Betty which Emma thought the girl should have known. There was also Emma's whereabouts, who she had been with that night and that she had threatened Hal.

Fred had listened to her the whole time, not judging or being harsh for what she had done back to her sister and brother-in-law. He had been understanding and brought light to the situation. He even suggested she reach out to Alice and assure her that she was ok, to get the woman off her back.

Because Alice had been non stop texting and calling her since last night, trying to get her to come back. Emma at first wanted to ignore them, but after she had calmed down and saw sense from Fred, she knew she couldn't keep her sister worrying like that. It was unfair no matter what had gone on.

For the first time in a long time, she felt in a positive mood. Her confidence from yesterday that had been tried to be ripped apart by Hal, was back and she was feeling excited for the day ahead.

Tonight was the night she was going to work for Fp down at the Whyt Worm. She was nervous but excited to see him again. She'd never worked in a bar before and didn't have a clue what to expect.

But if it earnt her money for her new life, time keeping herself busy and seeing the man who had made her feel more alive than ever before, then she'd go for it.

Work had been steady that morning. Things had been quiet. She had decided to stay at the Andrew's household and work from home that day again. She wasn't so sure she could brave going out properly yet.

Although she had been to visit Fp, it wasn't the same as going right into town as it was on the other side, but in Riverdale she could potentially run into Hermonie and owe her explanations, as well as bump into her sister and brother-in-law after their little dispute last night.

It was nearing lunch time and Emma had been checking outside to see if the coast was clear. She wanted to go back to the Cooper household to pick up a jacket she left behind and also return the key Alice had given her when she first came to stay.

Emma didn't want to do it when anyone was there and so when she left that afternoon to go do a quick run for it, she was surprised at what she saw as she came through into what she believed to be an empty home, to see some discriminating evidence laid out on the dining room table.

There were case files scattered over the surface, the case files that belonged to the Sheriff regarding Jason Blossom's murder investigation. Emma felt sick to see it all sat out in front of her, as if it was normal for them to be lying around the Cooper household.

She felt fear come over her when she realised just how serious this was. Someone in this house was holding important police information, that had been stollen earlier on in the week, and the person who had stolen it was someone in her family.

Emma found herself stepping away from it, unsure of what to do, whether she should quiz her sister about it, dreading the worst that Alice would really step this far to get Jason and the Blossom's back, or whether she should just hand them over to the police.

But would it make her guilty? Or would it just cause trouble for her family?

Neither Emma wanted to do.

But Emma also didn't want to bump into the man behind all of it either.

"Emma," She heard a voice say from behind her, causing her to jump and spin round in horror, to come face to face with Hal, "what are you doing here?"

Her nervous eyes rolled down to the case files on the table and then back onto Hal, as he finished following her eyes over. Quickly he came over and stood in front of the table, so she couldn't see anymore.

"I-i-i," Emma couldn't even get the words out of her mouth, she knew it was him now, he was guilty, but she wasn't a 100% sure of what yet, but being around him made her feel worried for her own fate, "I came back to grab my jacket and give back my key."

"Oh," Hal smiled lightly at her nervously, "you didn't have to do that just yet."

"I know, but I wanted to when no one was around," She frowned suspiciously, before she said, "I didn't see your car out front."

"I walked back for some lunch and to pick up a few things." He answered.

"Like the Jason Blossom case files?" Emma quirked her eyebrows up, pushing aside the feelings of fear for a moment.

"Oh these old things," Hal tried to convince her that they weren't exactly what they seemed to be or what she thought she had seen, as a nervous chuckle followed, "they're what we got given down at the register."

"Really?" She wasn't convinced, his attempts had been lame and Emma knew better than that to trust him, "because they look exactly like the ones that were stolen from Sheriff Keller."

"And why would I steal them?" He raised his brows up at her.

Emma shrugged, folding her arms back at him, "You tell me."

Hal began to chuckle once again, out of nerves but also wanting her to think he was doing it out of amusement, "Wait, you actually think I was the one who stole them?"

"Well you're not really going to put the blame on your wife or daughter now, are you?" She couldn't believe the guy right now.

"Emma, do I have to remind you that you left last night, so by my own rights at the owner of this house, I can kick you out and get you in trouble for trespassing.." Hal began to say, but she quickly interrupted.

"Is that your threat to keep me quiet? To cover up the truth behind your own actions? Huh?" Emma smirked back at him, thinking he was ridiclious, "maybe your wife and daughter deserve to know the kind of man they're living with. Are you sure you're not the killer?"

"You really think I would do that?" He asked her.

"I don't know. I didn't think you'd throw me under the bus last night, but you did." Emma spat.

"It was about time you were gone, Emma!" Hal exclaimed.

"I deserve to be here as much as you do. Alice is my sister and Betty is my neice. I am family whether you like it or not." She yelled back at him.

"Then why leave like that? You could have stayed and lived with us still." He pointed out.

"Because after last night's drama, I was done. And being back here, arguing with you now and busting your ass for having these files, is all the more reason why I shouldn't be living here!" Emma explained.

"Then what are you going to do? Run to my wife and tell her what you've found? Or are you going to tip me off the Sheriff?" Hal questioned her, sounding like a scared little boy.

"I'm not going to do anything," She said before she turned around on her heel, "you are."

Going over to the front door, Emma laid her key on the table in the hall way and grabbed her jacket off the coat peg, before opening it back up and stepping out, allowing the door to slam shut behind her as she made her way back next door.

When she got back to the Andrew's household, Emma stood up against the now closed door and took out a deep breathe. She had just stood up to Hal again. She felt on top of the world right now. But she still felt incredibly worried for her sister and her neice's safety if Hal really was killer.

Emma had never really gotten on with Hal. She didn't like him growing up as a kid and most certainly didn't enjoy his company when she was a teenager. Emma put up with him for her sisters sake, but she knew when she went to New York, Hal shared the same relief as she did to be away from him.

She always found him too much. He was always trying to control Alice's every move and always had something to say on what Emma got up to when she was growing up. Emma found him suffocating and judgemental. She hated the type of man he was.

But Alice loved him dearly and he had helped her bring two amazing daughters into the world, Emma had to grow to put up with him. Yet since her return back to Riverdale, it had just confirmed to her that Hal was still the same man.

But maybe even worse.

Could he have been the killer?

He was too weak to be a killer in Emma's eyes. She knew he had a weak point and Emma loved using it to her advantage.

What the hell was she was going to say to Alice about this one? Or should she just hope and pray for the best?

That evening, Emma was stood in the kitchen helping Fred prepare some dinner for them. She felt nervous and on edge about her family situaion, but the other side of her was incredibly excited for the night ahead.

Emma was still unsure of what to do about the whole Hal thing and had even nearly made a call to her sister a few times that afternoon to inform her. But then she didn't know what to say or even if Alice would believe her after what happened the other night.

She was doing her best to push these feelings aside and focus on the night she had planned. Emma was starting her first shift at the Whyt Worm under Fp's orders and whilst she felt so out of her depth working at a bar, she just couldn't wait to see him again.

He was one of the only good things going in her life right now. The thought of him and their moments together kept her going. It lit a fire in her belly that she hadn't felt in a long time and Emma didn't want that feeling to ever stop.

The sound of her cell phone ringing from behind her, brought Emma out of her thoughts and made her put the chopped up vegetables she had just made into a pan, before going over to check her phone.

Hal's name flashed over the top of it, causing a sense of dread to wash over her, as she looked over at Fred, seeing his interested eyes on her, wanting to know who was calling her.

"I have to take this." She told him, wondering how important it was if Hal was actually reaching out to her.

"Go." Fred encouraged, before going back to the dinner.

Emma began to go on through into the sitting room, as she hit accept on the call and answered with a, "What?"

"Emma, listen, I'm sorry," He began to say, causing her to feel an almost annoyance to come over her to think this man really wanted to play the victim now, "I'm so sorry. But please, just don't tell Alice or Betty."

"Why shouldn't I?" She questioned him.

"Because," Hal breathed, panic clear in his voice, "I stole them for a reason. Not for my own benefit. But for Polly's."

"What does this have to do with her?" Emma frowned.

"I'm worried the police will think she killed Jason," He explained his concerns, and Emma almost felt sorry for him, "you know with her going away around the same time he got murdered. It's a likely reason to put the blame on her."

"But she didn't kill him," She said with her voice quiet, hoping Fred wouldn't hear her in the other room, "and now you've just put your whole family at risk."

"I know. And I'm sorry," Hal apologised once again, as Emma sighed, "just please keep this between us. I'll do anything, Emma. Name it."

"I don't want you to do anything for me, Hal," Emma shot back at him, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she did, "just stop being so stupid and take care of your family properly."

"I can get you to come back, Emma. You can come live with us." He suggested.

She was moments from responding, when she heard footsteps from behind her and saw Fred standing there, a half smile on his face, "I need some space. Just take care of them, Hal."

When he found out whom it was, Fred stepped away a little and his smile altered, as Hal responded back to Emma, "I can do that. I promise."

"Good," Emma breathed, before moving toward's Fred, "good night, Hal."

Before even letting her brother-in-law respond back to her, Emma ended the call and sighed as she slipped her cell phone into her pocket, Fred giving her a look as she did so, "Don't even ask." She said.

"Was he trying to make amends?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I'm still not ready to go back yet." Emma answered, leaving out the part like she had found the case files in the middle of the home earlier on.

"Take as much time as you need." Fred encouraged her, as the two of them began to walk back to the kitchen.

"I thought I better tell you now before later," She found herself saying to them, as she leant against the counter top and he went back to the stove, "I'm going out tonight."

"Oh," He was surprised to hear this, "doing anything in particular?"

Emma found an uncontrollable mischevious smile fall on her face, "Uh, maybe."

Fred saw the reaction from Emma and knew it had to do with a guy, maybe the guy who Emma had been talking about before.

"I see." He began to nod with a smirk.

"Is it ok, then, if I go out and come back later? I just don't want to wake you or Archie up. So I can stay at a motel if neccessary." Emma explained to him.

"Nosense. Archie and I sleep through anything," Fred assured her, batting his hand as he did, "come and go as you please. No problems."

"Thank you so much." She smiled.

"Just don't bring the guy back here and do the deed." He warned her jokingly.

"Oh, I promise you that won't happen." Emma found herself laughing in embarrassment.

Although she kind of wished it would.

"Oh it's you again."

Looking up from the drinks menu she had been looking through, Emma brought her gaze up to look at the girl behind the bar, the same one from the previous night, was now stood in front of her.

"Yeah, hi," Emma cleared her throat nervously, as she leant forward and said, "I've come..."

"For, Fp?" The girl presumed with a small smirk, as Emma nodded shyly "I'll go get him."

Emma shone her a small smile in appreciation, as the girl like the past night, when out the back of the bar to retrieve the man. Although Emma was here to see him for completely different reasons that night. She wondered if the girl knew she'd be working alongside Emma.

Seconds later, the very man himself came on through from the back and like the last night, came straight over to her and hopped on the bar stool beside her. Emma nervously turned her head to face him, unlike the previous night when her body was oozing with confidence.

"You showed up then." He remarked, breaking the silence between them.

"Didn't you think I was?" She frowned at him playfully.

"Well, I'm not so sure what to make of you yet." Fp informed her, trying to fight off a smirk.

"Why?" Emma pretened to be offended by this, but knew the real reason as to why he was probably having doubts, "I'm a girl who can keep her word."

"Oh I know that," He assured her, the smirk now breaking through, "it's just, I didn't think working at a bar was really your scene."

"Well, I'm a girl of many trades," She returned the smile at first, yet it slowly altered when she found herself admitting to him, "but no, you're right, I'm way out of my depth right now."

"Well good job I'm here to keep you a float." Fp assured her, slowly getting up from the stool he hadn't long ago sat down on.

"Will you save me if I drown?" Emma found herself saying, as she got up to join him.

She nearly kicked herself afterwards for flirting back with him, but Emma couldn't help it. The guy brought it out in her. She couldn't shake off the urge to be naughty with him and that meant continuing on what they had before was always on her mind.

"Only if you let me." He answered, before leading her through to behind the bar.

The girl who had served her yesterday and she had met again today, pulled a confused face when she saw Emma coming to join the two of them behind the bar.

"What's going on?" She asked Fp in confusion.

"This is your new co-worker," He informed her, as Emma flashed the girl a friendly smile, "Emma here is going to be helping us out a couple of nights this week."

"Right," The girl looked between the two, before settling her eyes on Emma, "I'm Toni."

"Emma." She said her name again after Fp orignally had, but Emma wanted to introduce herself.

"Toni will show you the ropes," Fp explained to the two girls, as Toni nodded in agreement, "if there's any problems, you come to me, ok?"

Emma was the one nodding this time, before Fp turned and beckoned Emma to follow him once again, to the end of the bar, where he could talk to her privately before letting her get to work.

"Pass your jacket and purse, I'll keep them safe out back," He said to her, as Emma slowly began to take off her jacket, revealing the slightly revealing top she had chosen out for her shift that night, "..Emma, you gotta stop that."

Emma snapped her head up to look at him, after she heard him say those words in a soft husky tone, causing her chest to tighten, "Stop what?" She asked, trying to act all innocent, but her outfit choice had definitely done something to him.

"Toying with a man." He replied, a lot more daring than he had before.

She frowned back at him, before handing him over her jacket and purse, "as I told you the first time, I'm not.."

"Sure you're not," Fp said back to her bluntly, he had been so close to loosing it over seeing her this way and having her been so close to him again, he had to bring himself back to reality and the whole reason she was here again, it was to make her work, not for fun like he had been prior to the night when things had gone wrong, "now go get started."

Emma rolled her eyes playfully as she turned back around and went over to Toni, as Fp shook his head in annoyance at his own self for giving in so easily, before he went out back and Emma joined Toni.

"You can be on glass collecting duty." Toni ordered her, as she began to wipe down the bar surface.

"Oh," Emma was a little taken back at this news, "don't you want to teach me how to make drinks?"

"If Fp is serious about keeping you on after this week, then you can learn after that." The girl stated simply, not even bothering to look at her.

"Oh, no, he isn't keeping me on. This is just a favour." She informed her with a nervous laugh.

Emma really did feel out of her depth right now. This Toni girl had attitude she wasn't famaliar with and it almost reminded her of the girl she used to be growing up in this town. But way worse than she remembered now she was on the recieving end of it.

"A favour for what?" Toni frowned back.

She nervously looked back at Toni, before Emma shrugged and said, "Let's just say I owe him one."

"Fp doesn't usually let non-members work here," She told Emma as she finally turned to look at her, "you must have been pretty special for him to allow you to."

And finally the attitude subsised from the girl.

If this had been any other time, Emma would have beamed upon hearing that she was classed as special to Fp. But it was what Toni first said that made Emma think twice about Fp and who the guy really was.

She hadn't really given it much thought since she had first met him. Emma didn't really want to know because it was suppose to be a no strings attached thing they had going on. But after visiting the bar a couple of times and also finding out that Jones was actually Fp, Emma had been wondering just whom this guy really was.

And now she could understand why he had trust issues with her, becuase neither of them had exactly been a 100% honest with one another.

Despite the attractiveness to Fp being such a mystery to her, it was also troubling Emma to know who this guy and what kind of man he really was. He had shown Emma how guarded he could be from when he pushed her out the other night, but he had also shown her how likeable and gentle he could be.

"That table over there need's clearing," Toni said to her, bringing her back out of her thoughts and onto the reality, "go on."

Emma did as she was told and went back out to the tabled area of the bar, leaving Toni to continue serving, whilst she cleaned up a table of drinks and brought them back over, working it out for herself what came next after she finished clearing.

She slowly did this for the next couple of hours. Clearing. Then putting the dirty glasses into the box labelled dirty glasses. Then bringing them out back into the kitchen area to be washed by a couple of workers who were dishwashers. And when she did this, she picked up new glasses.

It was a pretty boring job and she now knew why it paid minium wage. Emma knew she was grateful to be a former business woman and had gotten a lot more about of running a business, then she ever would clearing these glasses.

It was nearing 11pm when Fp came out from out of the back and through into the bar, Emma had just come from out back with some new glasses in a box and was going over to behind the bar to put them away.

"Everything alright?" He asked her, when he met with her behind the bar.

His hand came to rest on her lower back, causing her to sigh under her breath at his touch on her skin for the first time in a while and she turned to face him a little flushed, "E-everything's great."

"Good," Fp leant behind them and picked out two beers, "take your break and come join me for a drink."

"Are you sure?" Emma asked, a little shy about being around him like that again when she had so many suspicions about the true him and also because of how he always made her feel.

"Of course." He nodded, before point over to their usual table.

She flashed him a small smile, before going to put the box under the bar and meaning to go back to it later, as she followed Fp over to the table and took a seat opposite him again at it.

"Be honest with me now," Fp said after a few moments of silence, as Emma stopped taking small sips from her beer, "do you hate this job?"

"Why?" Emma felt the heat rise to her cheeks for once more that day.

Had it been that obvious?

"The look on your face and from what Toni's been telling me," He smirked back at her, as she shuffled uncomfortably, "but also because from what I can presume you're use to more professional jobs."

"You'd be surprised, Jones," Emma found herself using the old nickname she used for him before all the drama, "I've had my fair share of jobs before I went in with the Lodge's."

"Like what?" Fp asked interestedly to hear this.

Everyday he learnt something more about her and whilst the news of her real job role the other night had pissed him off, the smaller minor details were what caught him in the most out of everything.

"Well, I used to help my Uncle at his garage fixing up cars," She explained to him, although Fp already knew she skilled in that department, "and before that I use to deliver papers, as well as some work experience with my sister when I was much younger."

"But never bar work, huh?" He teased her.

"Not bar work, no." Emma smirked back at him, feeling a little more relaxed, but she couldn't shake off that she wanted to know more about him.

"Not to worry," Fp assured her with a charming smile, "even if you can't serve, you're at least bringing in the customers."

"Not that again." She rolled her eyes teasingly, before taking a swig from her beer.

"Take it as a compliment." He knocked back his beer.

Emma laid her bottle down on the table and looked over at him, wondering how she could get around asking him what she wanted to know, but Emma had to know the real deal here. She knew this Fp was part of some gang and if he meddled with the Lodge's by doing their dirty work whilst they were behind bars.

He had to have some sort of involvment in something that was deemed bad. But before Emma got herself into deep with this man, she had to know everything, before she let herself go straight back into that dangerous world.

"Can I ask you something?" Emma began.

"Sure." He nodded.

"Why did you agree to let me work here?" She asked.

"You know why. You owe me. This is you doing me a favour." Fp stated like it was obvious.

"But non memebers aren't suppose to work for you, right?" Emma raised her brows up, hoping she hadn't been too brutal, but she had to go there.

He frowned back at her, as he leant forward in his seat, "Who've you been speaking to?"

"I know you're apart of some gang, Fp. You did Hiram's work in order to get the drive in land. He was paying you money. I know there's something more here." She explained her reasonings.

She was fretting inside though. Emma was scared that she'd gone too far way too soon and ruined her chances again. But she had to do this. She wouldn't let herself get caught up in anymore mess and chose the wrong man again.

"What?" Fp couldn't help but scoff in amusement and annoyance, "are you an under cover cop or something? Is that who you really are? Is that what Hermonie was referring to?"

Emma was the one frowning now, but in shock, "No! What the hell? What did Hermonie say?"

"She asked me if I really knew who you were." Fp told her, causing her own annoyance to grow that Hermonie had gone behind her back again.

"And who do you think I am?" She looked back at him, nervous as hell and also preparing for the hurt to come.

"I don't know," He quickly downed some more of his drink, before getting up onto his feet, "and that's exactly why you still owe me. Get back to work."

Taking his beer, Fp walked away from her and went out back, causing Emma to watch him walk away in anger. She wasn't going to be made out to be a fool. Not this time. She wouldn't allow it to happen.

No man would ever order her around again.

Going back over to the bar with her drink, Emma quickly downed the rest of it before chucking it in the empty glass box and bending down to put away the clean glasses, knowing that once her shift was over, Fp was really going to find out just whom the real Emma was.

And he may regret it.

Instead of calling a cab to come pick her up after Toni informed her she could leave now on Fp's orders, as they would finish up and shut up on their own, Emma was sat outside the bar, leaning against someone's truck, her arms folded as she stood in the cold night's air waiting for the man himself to show.

Around twenty minutes later, the bar door opened and he stepped out of it, throwing on his jacket and a deep frown formed on his face when he saw that she was still here, even though Toni had promised him she left when she was meant to.

"Emma," Fp said as he came towards her, as she slowly leant off the truck, "I told you to go home."

Emma quickly marched over to him, her face strong and fierce, as she came to stand in front of him, her arms still folded, "Listen to me, Fp Jones. I will not be talked to like I'm some niave little girl. I'm far from it. So before you ever think about belittling me again, know that I am a tougher than you think."

He stared back at her, searching her eyes for where this sudden strength had come from after she had been trembling the whole night. Fp found a small smile coming over his face at how this has been exactly what he had been hoping for.

"What's so amusing?" She questioned him harshly, a frown coming over her face.

"I think you just shew me the type of girl you really are." He remarked.

Emma's lips parted slightly, as he came past her and headed away, causing her to turn to him and yell after him, "Then why can't you show me the real you?"

Fp stopped in his tracks at her words, as she stared back at him, his back to her in the middle of the parking lot of the Whyte Worm. Her heart was pounding at this moment in time, the tension between the two was growing. And one that had been full of rage from both sides since the other night.

Now it was back to what it was before all the mess that happened on the night of the deal. Fp was feeling the sparks flying in her own stomach. He thought that she never shut up or backed down. It usually would have pissed him off to have someone constantly trying to get in, but with Emma it felt different.

Emma felt her own stomach react to what was going on her, as she waited for him to yell back at her and tell her to leave him alone, confirming to her that he still didn't accept her apology and wanted her gone for good this time.

But when he slowly turned back around to her, she felt her chest tighten and her lips slam shut, completly throwing her and truly not knowing what was going on right now, because like always with Fp, she had learnt her was full of mystery.

Fp looked down at her, as they were now inches apart, his eyes searched her face for an answer as to how she was feeling, before he thought about his next move, because like Emma thought about him, she was just as confusing to him.

Emma stared back up at him, her breathing getting heavy as she found her eyes getting lost in his own, everything that had happened between them and the urge to know more about him, getting forgotten about as she took in him as a whole.

"I'm going to kiss you, Emma," Fp told her in a quiet and husky tone, causing her stomach to clench together in excitment, "and I'm not going to be able to stop myself."

She slowly brought her head closer to his own, her lips just inches away from his now, as she whispered onto them, "Then don't stop."

Bringing his hand up to her jaw, Fp laid his fingers under it and cupped her face in his hand, before he pressed his lips onto hers and she kissed him back, just as hard as he was kissing her.

This was going completely against what they both had almost vowed themselves to be like when they saw each other again tonight. Fp had been so scrict with himself in keeping his cool and treating her like she was his employee, nothing more or nothing less. But she had looked so good and had inticed him in when they had their chat, he even found it hard then.

And that had been one of the reasons why he had walked away after their drink, because he knew he was getting in way too deep with the girl. He had to push her away again before he let him fall for her.

Emma's determination and strength to go after what she wanted had also got in the way tonight. She couldn't back down from any fight now after everything that had gone on with John. Emma stuck up for herself through and through.

It was what drove herself to go back to Fp in the first place and had also made her want to know more about him that night, before she too let herself fall for him, hard and fast, for the first time in a long time.

And that was what the two shared in common, even though they were from completely different walks of life.

Emma the city girl who was so used to living the high life with the Lodge's and being a business woman, now retired partner to a criminal and done with her jobs, whilst Fp hadn't had such a glamourous life as Emma had the past decade.

He had been in and out of jobs. Getting into trouble. All of this had been going on since he was in high school all those years ago. Things had gotten better when he earned a living for himself alongside his best friend and had started a family. But soon like always, he messed up and he was back at square one again.

Yet here he was with Emma, a girl he barely knew, but a girl he couldn't stay away from, falling further and further into the feelings they both had tried running from and now had failed at.

Emma's hands came to rest on his shoulders, as they continued to share this kiss in the parking lot. Neither of them breaking apart, even though there was traffic passing by and no doubt his employers would step out the very door he walked out of not long ago.

The kiss wasn't like the other ones. Not the same as the ones they shared in the bar which lead to sex. No this was completely different. It was full of passion and need. Not for sex. But to be loved and to feel loved by the person they so desperately wanted.

Fp was seconds away from picking Emma up and taking her back to his place, not even caring anymore who saw or what would happen, because in this moment, Fp had to have Emma and be with her.

But the sound of her cell phone ringing caused the two of them to harshly part, their lips disconnecting and Emma dropping her head, as Fp rested his chin on the top of it, both of their breathing heavy.

Scrambling around in her jacket pocket, Emma brought it out and saw Fred's name flash across the top, the time now just after midnight and no doubt he'd be worried where she was, being the good friend he was to her.

"Boyfriend?" Fp found himself muttering, thinking the worst right now and presuming a girl like her would have one.

She was way too good to be true. A young attractive woman like her interested in an old guy like him.

Emma snapped her head up from her phone, surprised to hear his accusation, as she went to decline the assumption, when someone came out of the bar from behind her, catching his attention.

"Forget it, Emma," He said to her in a quiet tone again, before he brushed past her and began to meet with the person, "I'll see you tomorrow for your next shift."

She spun quickly round in disbelief to see him walk off, feeling her emotions all over the place after how he had just dropped her just like that. Emma wanted to chase after him and demand an explanation as to why he would just let her in, then just drop her again like that.

But her eyes widened when she saw a very famaliar jacket covering his body, the logo of the Southside gang also known as the South Side Serpents covered the back of his leather jacket, signalling to Emma the answer she had needed to know earlier.

Fp Jones was in the South Side Serpents.

He was their leader.


Author note: What a crazy set of emotions, huh? Poor Emma and Fp! They both like each other so much, but they're both too afraid to go there because of their own past. It's such a shame, as they have such a great chemistry, don't you think? I guess there's always tomorrow for them ;)

Thanks so much to Luvs2Read, hanna277, Guest43, Guest, FizzWizz2011, Guest and SlytherinValkire for reviewing the last part. I'm so glad you're all enjoying the story. Isn't Fred such a sweetheart? We love him!

I'd love to know your thoughts on this one.

Will Emma bust Hal for his actions?

Will Emma and Fp ever rekindle what they had?

Thanks so much for reading.

Best wishes always,

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