Emma glanced down at her phone on the coffee table checking the time. Two o'clock. In the morning. Why can't I fall asleep?

Sitting up, as lying down was getting nowhere, she moved to the other side, hoping that would make it more comfortable. She changed the channel on the TV, finding an old Mission Impossible to watch. Her phone lit up with an email notification and she grabbed it to check it.

From: Mary Margaret Nolan

CC: David Nolan

Subject: Time Off

Hi Emma,

It's getting close to the end of the year and you have only taken one sick day. You have over four weeks vacation you can use, two weeks you can roll over. I know you hate it, but you need to take some time off. Therefore, effective immediately, I'll be asking you to take a vacation for at least three days. I know this is short notice however I have the board looking into our best practices and I have to show we aren't working you to death.

Thanks,

MM

Damnit. I hate taking time off. It's just another way for me to remember there's nothing to do. And no one to see.

Emma stood up and walked over towards the kitchen, digging through the boxes of leftover Chinese and Thai to find a can of Sprite. Maybe the lack of caffeine would help. She walked back into her bedroom to grab a pillow from her horrible bed that decided to start sagging in the middle, hence the couch sleeping. Her curtains open, she chanced a look over to Killian's apartment. The lights were off, as she figured they would be. Then walked back out to the living room towards the curtains that were still open to close them. She looked once more across the way and noticed the light in the guest room on.

Movement behind the curtain told her that Killian must have actually been awake. Why was he in the other room?

She then walked over to grab her phone, about to text him when she saw an outline.

Of a woman. In the guest room.

Then another movement, a man, embracing the woman. Their movements suggested they weren't just hugging.

Emma's heart sank. A foul feeling filled her mind as she thought about how she had started to flirt with him. He was obviously with someone. That someone that was not her.

She closed the curtains quickly and sat on the couch. Tears threatening to fall, she breathed deeply and realized her mistake.

He was just flirting. Didn't mean anything. Besides there's nothing I can do about it if he is with someone. It's not like we are together. As much as Isabel thought. And Donald. And David.

She couldn't take it any longer and stood up and grabbed her coat and keys. She needed to get out of here and think. Locking her door she looked down and realized she was not wearing jeans but plaid pyjama bottoms she unlocked the door and went to change into something more presentable. Once dressed, she made it out of the apartment building without notice, taking the stairs the way down to the garage.

She jumped in her car, conveniently parked next to Killians. Added punch to the stomach. Drove off towards Smee's. At least there she could think.

Smee greeted her with a smile as soon as she walked in that turned into a frown once noticing her disposition.

"Bourbon," she ground out.

Smee nodded his head, "Coming up. You okay, Emma, you're never in here at this time."

Emma took a sip of her drink, once he sat it down in front of her and shook her head.

"I'm having trouble sleeping. I think I need a new mattress," she said, trying desperately to not think of anything.

"There's a sale going on down the street, might want to check them out some time," he said cleaning a couple glasses behind the bar.

"Yeah I got some free time for the next couple days. I'll check it out in the morning."

"Tell them I sent you and they'll give you a good deal. The guy there is real nice, plus I got mine for free nearly."

Emma stored that away and nodded her thanks. She really did need a mattress, plus getting one in the next few days would be worth it since she had to take time off. She wasn't happy about that either.

Smee moved towards the end of the bar cashing out a few customers on their way to bed. Lucky bastards.

Emma tilted her glass in her hand, watching the liquor move over the ice slowly. She leaned down, chin on her hand as she pondered what to think.

Why'd he have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore him. I could try switching apartments, moving into one that doesn't overlook the pool and instead looks over the street next to us. I don't even know what's over on that side. Plus it'll be better for me anyway. I can focus more and not think about how much his eyes match the sea or how soft his lips are. Okay this isn't helping.

Emma gulped the rest of her drink, threw a twenty on the bar and thanked Smee on her way out. She had been used to drinking on the job enough that one drink was fine for her to drive home on.

Once home, she took the stairs to the lobby then pressed the button, remembering that the eleventh floor would be exhausting to take all the way up. The elevator dinged its arrival and opened the doors revealing the brunette woman with the red streak in her hair, tied up in a bun. Wearing an extremely short red silk robe.

"Going up?"

Emma nodded, "Yes, eleven please."

The brunette pushed the button for Emma and stood in the corner quietly eyeing her.

"I'm Ruby, by the way, I'm possibly moving in."

"Emma, nice to meet you. What floor are you on?"

Ruby pointed at the ten button that was lit up on the keypad. "Ten."

"Sorry, I didn't look, it's been a long night."

"Yeah, I'm exhausted too. I just had a night to remember. Can't wait to finally get some sleep," Ruby said as she pulled her robe closer to her body.

"You said you were possibly moving in," Emma asked the obvious question.

"Yeah, a test run, if you will. So far I love it, so it's probably a sure thing."

Emma nodded her head, "Well, it's a nice place. I like it here too."

Ruby looked at her, "What's your favorite part?"

Emma glanced back, not focusing fully on her, but more of a memory.

"The view's nice," she said with a sleepy smile.

The elevator slowed and Ruby moved to get off.

"Well, have a good night Emma, I'm sure I'll see you around."

"Goodnight," she said as the doors closed.

She made it to the apartment, finally feeling the liquor take it's tole on her alertness. After locking the door, she made her way to the bedroom, only to remember how much she hated it and walked back to the living room.

Seeing the curtains closed, she peeked behind them, one last time.

The light was on in the spare room still. She was able to make out the outline of the person awake. A woman. Pulling their hair out of a bun. Then taking off a short robe.

Oh god.