Chapter 14: M's locker trip

"What the hell did you think? That I was stupid?" Emma rushed her hands through her long blonde hair, what fell over her shoulders right after.

"No Emma, I was going to tell you but you're too smart for any secret so it didn't matter."

"It didn't matter you say? Hah, it didn't matter. Of course it didn't Killian, and you know why? Because you didn't change for a bit. You are still the old drunk pirate, making out with all those women in the bar." She turned around as she yelled, "King of the alcohol and games!"

"You know, you are the only one I ever told the truth about that. Don't bloody tell me what I did and did not wrong." There was a silence for a bit, and Emma still didn't face the man she used to love so much.

Monday morning; earlier that day

"Emma…" he softly whispered into her ear.

"Hmm…" was the only thing she responded, as her body was covered in white blankets and her eyes shut.

"I'm going to get your files at your office, so don't be scared when no one's home."

"Okay…" she said as she opened her bright blue eyes, planting a kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

Killian took off to the police department, Emma couldn't go back to work fully yet, but she was able to work on projects from home. He opened the glass door of the police department, walking straight ahead towards the main office desk.

"Can I help you?" He must have been David, Kilian thought.

"Yes, can you show me Emma Swan's office? I need to get her files."

"Did you bring an ID?"

"I got my driver's license?"

"Yes that's perfect. I'm sorry man, I always need to ask for those things. State laws you know." David checked Killian's driver's license and smiled at him.

"So, Emma shares an office with a few other teams as she's mostly in the city itself. But, her files are in the locker rooms. Normally I would ask her partner Laura to walk with you but she isn't here at the moment, so I'll call one of the other ladies to walk with you and open her locker."

Killian agreed, and took place in one of the seats in the waiting room, until one of the police girls came out to help him. Of course, it had to be Milah…

"Mister Jones?" she said, in a way like she pretended as she didn't know him. He stood up and walked with her to the lockers.

"Isn't it funny?" she said opening the locker room for him as they both walked in.

"What do you mean?" Killian wandered around the lockers, waiting for Milah to open Emma's. He wasn't very pleased by the moment, although she was.

"You know, it's been a long time we've seen each other." She paused, looking through the keys she got from David, "Does she know? Emma."

"No, no she doesn't. It's in the past now and I'm living for a better future."

"Well, me too as you can see." She pointed to her uniform, wanting to say she was on the right path now. "Don't deny the fact you didn't have fun with me back in the old days. We went from bar to bar, played the games they offered us, you always won. I wonder how though. Oh… yes. Your game wasn't always very fair, thanks to me though."

"Could you just open Emma's locker please? She cannot do that much by herself right now and she really needs my help."

"Of course." Milah grabbed the right key, and opened up Emma's locker. There was a combination though, but only Emma and Miss Mills knew. No one else did, and that's why the main office desk kept those keys in his possession.

"Here you go, Jones…" Milah took a step closer to Killian who didn't move for a second, he just wanted to get those papers as soon as possible. She placed the files in his hands softly, and then placed both of her hands on his shoulders, "You seem a bit tense, don't you think?"

"It's um.. It's been rough lately." He said as he swallowed and looked into the brunette's eyes.

"You don't deny it do you?" she asked him softly.

"No, I really don't Milah. It's just been a while ago."

And then it all went wrong. Milah slowly placed her lips on his, as they both closed their eyes and seem to enjoy their little kissing session in the lockers room.

Killian pushed away, "I can't do this…"

"Killian it's okay, no one knows about us."

"Don't you get it? There is no us Milah." He took a short breath, "I'm sorry for what I just did. I'm really, really sorry. Goodbye Milah."

He walked out of the room, through the main hall, right through the glass doors. He kissed Milah, which meant he broke Emma's trust all at once.

The pavement had this dark grey colour of the rain which fell down in big amounts. Killian ran from his car to the main door of their apartment building to make sure Emma's files stayed dry. He would imagine how mad her boss would be if she didn't keep them clean.

He was too tired to take the stairs, as he always did with Emma. So he took the elevator, placing his fingers on his lips full of regret and disbelieve. He had only been gone for an hour, but it felt like it took him the whole day. It made him tired, and sick to think back of that one moment.

"There you are, I was afraid you weren't going to be home before the storm came. You don't have to pick up Henry though, Jared's mom told me that she will drop him off."

Killian didn't really respond, or look at his girlfriend, "Hey… Are you okay?" Emma said, walking towards the handsome gentlemen.

"Yes, yes I'm fine." And he smiled, "I'm sorry my love, I thought I forgot something but I did not. What were you saying?"

"Jared's mom, she will drop off Henry after school. You know, his friend Jared?"

"Oh yes of course, that's very thoughtful of her."

"Sure you're okay?" Emma placed her hands on his chest.

"I'm just happy that I'm here, seeing that you're doing better than you've done before these days." He smiled at her and planted a kiss on her forehead, "And of course, I brought your paperwork my lady."

"Thank you Mister Jones…" Emma gave her boyfriend a gentle kiss and took the files from him. Her laptop was already placed on the countertop, so she could work on it right away.

Killian walked to their bedroom for a second, as he forgot to take his phone with him.

The phone lit up, and Emma saw a message coming in. "Killian you've got a message!" She yelled as the text popped up on the screen:

Don't worry Jones, it's gonna be our secret. No one will know – M

Emma stared at the text as she picked up the phone, "Who's the sender?" Killian said as he walked back in again.

"Who the bloody hell is M." Emma had stood up and held his phone from a distance, her eyes furious.