The overhaul within the Bangor PD had been massive, no stone left unturned. A state-level task force came in to investigate and, within six months, had a laundry list of charges Chief Hunter would have faced had he lived. There was no limit to the evidence and files he had tampered with and no depths to which he wouldn't sink to cover his tracks. Exhaustive interviews had weeded out those who were loyal to and aided him, and the departments were re-aligned for fresh eyes.
Killian was acting Chief after a leave of absence and getting cleared by an outside psychologist but declined the promotion to make it permanent. He rode a desk just about as much as he could stand as a Captain and couldn't quell the blue in his blood enough to stay off the streets.
At one point or another, Emma, Will and Robin had all been wooed by the feds, offered task force jobs and a chance to see the world. It was a hard pass for her; she had no intention of leaving Bangor PD, and the guys decided they made too good a team for them to bail on her.
Tantamount in gathering information that shut Dreamshade down, they all received commendations, uniforming up for the ceremony and trying to keep a straight face when Killian pinned their medals on. He'd received a commendation as well but declined to publicly accept it, instead hanging it quietly among Liam's awards and accolades as a testament to finally letting the original Captain Jones rest in peace.
It was the day after he professionally thanked Emma for saving his life that Killian found her in the kitchen, smoke detector shrieking over her attempt to make him pancakes. She was pissed off and beautiful, and dropped to his knees on that cold, hard tile and asked her to marry him.
Robin served as best man only because Killian couldn't handle the amount of debauchery and depravity a bachelor party planned by Will would bring. Regardless of titles, they both stood by him when he married Emma on the back patio of their home with the river as their backdrop, Deputy Nolan next to Emma on the other side.
Later, when they were alone after copious amounts of dancing and champagne, Killian watched as his wife stood at the window, unpinning her hair from a complicated braid. The moonlight danced across her face and he thought about how far they'd come and everything they'd gone through to get to this place.
"How'd I get so lucky, Mrs. Jones?" His fingers found the zipper of her simple wedding dress and pulled, the parting fabric revealing nothing but smooth skin to her waist as it slipped past her hips and pooled onto the floor.
Emma turned and shot him as good a salacious grin as she could with bobby pins caught between her teeth.
"I don't know, Mr. Jones. Probably because you put out a lot."
The pins scattered when she shrieked as he swooped in and caught her around the waist, tossing her onto the bed. Her bridal white panties joined his clothes on the floor as they came together in every single way that mattered.