So I know it has been a while since I updated. And I'm so sorry about that. I didn't want to post anything I wasn't confident in so it took me longer than I thought. Thank you for your patience, please leave comments or messages. I love hearing from people :)
Disclaimer: All rights to OUAT I own nothing
Rating: M
Word Count: ~9000
Emma's POV: Monday Night, 8:15 pm
"Milah," Emma gasped. The woman she had pinned beneath her to the grassy ground was someone she had barely met before, but had the common threads of several circumstances, several people connecting them. But then the brown eyed woman looked up at her and Emma realized Milah probably had no idea who she was. "Or are you going by Grace again?"
The two women stayed quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from either of them being their ragged breathing from the chase. Even in the fading light of the evening, Emma could make out most of Milah's features. After a few minutes Emma couldn't swallow her words any longer.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound objective, like a cop (well not really trying that hard actually). It came out harsh.
"How do you know who I am?" the woman asked, her jaw tightening and her opposing glare at Emma solidifying.
"I'm a cop. It's my job," Emma spat back.
What had gotten into her? She was never the type to be deliberately nasty to someone. Before she continued to speak, she reigned herself in, realizing that her reasons for being tough on Milah were personal. They could be directly linked to Neal's long-felt abandonment from his mother. And more recently the tumult she had caused in Killian's life. Killian. She had only just hung up the phone with him minutes ago to tell him she was on her way here. He had once loved this woman that Emma was now directing all of her hostility toward. Gulping down a stream of inappropriate sentences she opted for something more civil. "I'm going to need to escort you back to the house."
Milah seemed to take the cue and her body softened a bit as well underneath Emma's grasp. There was a brief flash of understanding in Milah's eyes before she put her guard back up again.
"Is there a problem?" the brunette asked.
"There are many problems right now and the most pressing of which involves a proven murderer on the loose who you used to be married to."
Emma began to rise from the ground and lock Milah's wrists in the handcuffs, careful not to let the woman slip from her grasp. Though she didn't look like she was about to sprint off into the night it was hard to tell just what this woman was capable of. Emma caught herself peeking down at Milah's wrists to see if she had a tattoo that matched Killian's. She didn't. And Emma released a breath she didn't know she was holding.
Putting Milah in front of her Emma began to urge them toward the house, lit dimly far off in the distance. She hadn't realized just how far she had chased Milah, everything happening so quickly that she could have sworn it was only for about 30 seconds. But Milah was limping, which explained why Emma mistook her for Gold.
"Is your leg alright?" Emma asked. Not sure why she was even concerned. The task at hand was simple, get Milah back to the house, find out what her role in all this was. There was no need for small talk. No need for pleasantries.
"It caught on a tree root when I ran from the house…" Milah said warily. Even in the ill-lit path back Emma could tell she made the woman anxious. There was no way she could possibly know Emma's affiliation with Killian, she may not even know her past with Neal either. Having been gone for so long, Neal not accepting her attempts to reach out in recent years.
"You can put ice on it when we get inside."
Killian's POV: Monday Night, 8:20 pm
Despite the circumstances, Killian Jones found the balcony of his rented hotel room just outside of Storybrooke, Maine to be one of his new favorite places. Often taking advantage of the private outdoor space to think. To ponder the world's problems. To work on his laptop in near silence. To sit alongside his dog and take in the quiet evenings.
Which was why he was out here now, in the remaining light from the day, absentmindedly leafing through papers with his dog on the chaise lounge curled against his outstretched leg. His attempt to have a productive work day was in vain. Knowing that somewhere, not far, Emma was hunting down the man responsible for the death of his parents. To say he was worried about her would be a complete understatement.
He had gotten off the phone with her not even twenty minutes ago but now as night began to fall, he wished she was here with him as she had been the night before. He looked up from his paperwork, shivering at the thought of their night together. And when he closed his eyes he could almost picture Emma sitting between his legs instead of a growing stack of proposals and invoices.
The steam rose from the surface of the water that filled the tub, a soft scent of lavender from the bath oils. Emma laid her back against Killian's bare chest. His hands resting over top of hers on her stomach. He pressed gentle kisses to the bare skin of her shoulder, the exposed space behind her ear, the top of her head. Anywhere he could get his lips on without disturbing her. Their bodies sated from another round of love making in the warm bath water. Her breathing slowed and for a second Killian wondered if she had fallen asleep.
"What's the best memory you have of being a child?" she asked. He felt himself stiffen a bit but then relaxed. A loaded question that normally would have terrified him. But there was something about Emma that allowed him the comfort of opening up. He paused for a while, searching through all of the bad memories for one that was good.
"My mother was happiest when she was creating things." He recalled all of the projects she used to take on. A creative soul that always turned toward art. "Most of the paintings in our home were done by her. Sometimes she would write little poems to go along with them."
Emma spun in his arms to face him. Her eyes filled with curiosity. And he once again felt more at ease talking.
"When I was very little she would make up stories to tell me that went with her drawings. Wild tales of adventure and intrigue. She could come up with anything on the spot. Liam and I used to stay awake listening to her for hours," he felt himself choke up a little. Knowing she had been going through so much at the time but choosing instead to treat Killian and Liam as though they were the kings of the castle.
Emma smiled at him and rested her hand on his cheek. The skin of her fingers beginning to wrinkle from their long stay in the tub. She didn't say anything but her expression did everything to reassure him. With her it never felt like she was luring information. She simply wanted to get to know him, and he with her. Killian often caught himself wondering how he had gotten so lucky as to have met someone as incredible as Emma Nolan. And this was one of those (many, many) times.
When he snapped out of last night's memory he was disappointed to find that he was still on the chaise lounge with his snoring dog. He stood from his seat, slowly moving his leg so as not to wake Princess and walked to the balcony railing. In his hand was lukewarm cup of tea, his third cup, that he now sipped just to give him something to do. That was all he had spent the day in search of. Something to do that was distracting enough to take his mind off of Emma chasing down the man who had murdered his parents.
There was no doubt in Killian's mind that Gold was still a monster who wouldn't hesitate to attack again if he felt it meant remaining in prison. How does one even escape a holding cell anymore? It wasn't the 1600s. There were security cameras and armed guards. How does one man evade all of the hurdles? And if he's capable of that then he certainly was a desperate man.
He hoped she would catch Gold and then this spiderweb of stress that formed in the pit of his stomach would resolve itself. Though as the time ticked by, Killian realized the hunt for Gold was most likely not an easy one and would obviously be rather extensive.
A breeze swept by, tickling Killian's skin as he stared down from his balcony at the surrounding land. Imagining Emma safely by his side, her golden hair blowing the light summer breeze. Her easy smile calming his nerves. Her warm soul keeping him grounded on what was now important in his life. As it somehow had regained a purpose other than 80 hour work weeks and conference calls and paperwork. He had done a good amount while in Storybrooke. But he wasn't nearly as invested in it anymore. And it wasn't entirely because of the entrance of a certain deputy sheriff to his life, but she certainly helped. Emma Nolan was someone who made him see a life beyond his work, the prospect of taking a trip that wasn't job related, the thought of spending a quiet evening at home, a Saturday morning in bed, Sunday evening dinners with Liam and his wife, getting to know his new niece or nephew as they grew, perhaps a life and family of his own.
But now he stood here worried sick about her safety, and all he could do was pace. Was it easier to have no one and be isolated from personal relationships than it was to deal with them?
Somewhere along the building of his tense mood, Princess had even gone back in the hotel room, presumably annoyed by how on edge Killian was. He rarely actually worried about people, for their safety, most of his life he hadn't had someone to care that much for. Save for a few. And one of which, it turned out, had been lying to him the whole time.
Grace. Milah Gold. Whomever.
When he had found out that the woman he spent years loving, years building a life with, had betrayed him in such a way his brain could hardly process it. It's one thing to lie about who you are, it was another to have that person once be married to the man who had murdered his parents. It was simply too coincidental for Killian to not think the worst. That it was all a sick ploy. But then his heart spoke, and told him that perhaps there was another side to things that he wasn't seeing. The whole situation was highly complicated, and it broke him further every time he felt himself thinking about his ex-girlfriend. He could run in circles for days trying to figure it out but he knew that the only person who had all of the answers was Grace.
As time had gone on he realized, the answers didn't so much matter anymore. Because his past was his past, it was a part of him. However, his future was clear. There was one woman he could truly see himself with for the rest of his life. And that woman was without a doubt Emma.
Emma's POV: Monday Night, 8:25 pm
Once they finally reached the house, Emma opted to take Milah through the front door. But it was locked, so she rang the doorbell with her goddamn elbow while still holding onto Milah's arm as tightly as she could. Under the light of the porch Emma got a decent look at Milah, a pretty woman, clearly older than she. With curly almost black hair and an angular face that was both striking and attractive. Assuming she was probably nearing 60 years old at this point, she looked incredible. For her age and for… well for any age. It was easy to see why Killian had been drawn to her. Though Emma had never been a jealous person, there was a small part of her that was intimidated by Milah. But then she remembered the night before, the time she had spent with Killian and let her mind wander.
After they had spent more than enough time soaking in the large bathtub in Killian's suite, the two fell into bed together. Not even bothering to dry off or put clothes on before engaging in a long, slow round of making love to one another. This time bathed only in moonlight from the open windows of his bedroom.
In the wake of their passions they laid together, just staring into each other's eyes. Emma had never felt like this with anyone before. She couldn't remember a time she had ever been swept off of her feet by any man. He must have picked up on it because soon his hand reached out to brush her face.
"What are you thinking about, love?" he asked in that gorgeous voice of his. His blue eyes catching the briefest twinkle from the moonlight.
"You," she said before she could think of something more vague. She didn't feel the need to put up that veil with him.
"Ah, and what is it about me that's running through your head?" Great. Just what he needed. More of an ego boost.
"I've just never been so happy with someone." It was the truth, and at first it was scary, but now that she was embracing it she felt lighter. She reached up and grabbed his hand that still rested on her face.
"Aye, love. Me too," he whispered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips and tugging her body into his chest. "You're the most incredible person I've ever known, darling."
He was warm, and familiar but not in a bad way. In a way that made her realize, she would miss this if he went back to London. It made her realize that she wanted a future with him. And it made her realize that if she believed in soul mates (which she didn't) that he would be hers.
Emma was distracted from her train of mushy thoughts when the front door began to open and she caught Milah looking down at her hand that was wrapped around the brunette's arm. Her body sighed when she remembered she wasn't in bed with Killian. She was face to face with his ex-girlfriend.
"Is there a problem?" Emma asked Milah, back to being angry with her. For no reason. Well for a lot of reasons but none that the woman was aware of.
"No."
"Emma?" Ruby asked as she cautiously opened the door.
"Found someone outside…" Emma didn't so much have to haul Milah into the house because the woman willingly went. Wait a minute, was she comfortable walking in here? Emma looked to Belle, who stood several steps into the foyer. Eyes blown wide. From shock or recognition Emma wasn't sure, but something was definitely up.
"Is this….?" Ruby started.
"Yeah," Emma mumbled before her best friend could finish.
"What do we do with her?"
"Find out all we can. Grab some ice for her ankle. We'll go to the library."
With her arm on Milah's, following this illusive woman from behind, Emma and the others headed into a room she knew there weren't a lot of alternative exits to. The library. A few windows lined the walls but they were all visible from Emma's standpoint. She wasn't leaving until she had a solution about why in the world Milah was lurking around outside and why Belle looked like a deer in the headlights right now.
Inside the library Emma had Ruby draw the blinds as she escorted Belle to a couch opposite Milah. And Milah was taken to the chair with a wooden arm Emma could lock her wrist around with one side of the handcuffs.
And again Emma caught Milah who, for whatever reason fixed her eyes on different parts of Emma's arm as it locked the handcuffs on her wrist into place.
"Is he happy?" Milah whispered so low only Emma was able to hear.
"What?" Did she mean her son, Neal? Did Neal ever tell her about she and Henry? "Neal's alright, as much as he can be. A lot has been happening in his life as of late but he and Henry…"
Milah's brow crinkled, almost confused. "Neal, how do you know my son?"
"I-uh…"
"Killian…I was um, referring to him. That's how you knew to call me Grace," Milah said a bit louder, eye level with Emma who was knelt in front of her attempting to pretend she should still be in that position. "That is his shirt, correct?"
Emma's eyes widened and she looked down at her arm where the sleeves of Killian's shirt had been rolled. And where his initials were embroidered. That was why Milah had been staring at Emma's arm. She had slipped it on this morning, since he had ripped her shirt the night before. She tried not to blush thinking of the memory of them so desperate to have each other they forgot all manners and decencies. She never thought that anyone would notice she was wearing his shirt. But of course, as luck would have it, like 5 people today had.
"But then what do you know about my son?" Milah's voice was a bit more authoritative now, less soft and easy going than it had been when she first talked to Emma. Ruby and Belle had now clearly heard the nature of the conversation. For whatever reason Emma became nervous, standing from her spot. Even though she wasn't the one in handcuffs, for a second she felt she had lost the upper hand.
"Neal and Emma were together for a long time…" Belle chimed in. Her soft voice coming from the couch opposite where Milah sat. "They have a son, Henry."
"I have a grandson…?"
Emma nodded and begrudgingly looked back at Milah, whose eyes had only gotten wider. Though Emma knew the woman had no right to be angry, she could still think it was weird. Because it was weird. It was a completely odd situation.
"So you've been with my ex-boyfriend and my son?"
Emma grabbed at the sleeve of Killian's shirt. Trying to cling to any of his scent that was leftover in the fabric. Wishing she was with him, wrapped in his arms with this whole case behind them, instead of where she was. Though normally, Emma was relatively confident in herself she felt like curling into a blanket right now. Preferably with Killian, the man she had fallen in love with.
"I... uh.… yeah… um…" Emma didn't really have a clever, quick-witted response.
"I think we're here to figure out more important things, so just put a pin in this for a while, you two, okay?" Ruby offered. Emma's chest untightened a bit at her best friend's suggestion to focus on why they were actually here and she gave the brunette the most gracious smile she could muster.
Killian's POV: Monday Night, 8:45 pm
Since Emma left his hotel earlier that morning, Killian hadn't stopped worrying about her. As silly as he knew it was, still his gut persisted. She had left him to chase down an escaped murderer, the very desperate man who had killed his own parents.
Killian himself was feeling desperation as he looked on at the space in the bed where the sheets were still tangled from his morning (and night) with Emma. If he laid down, it would no longer have the warmth of her body as she had left hours ago but her imprint was still there. He felt like a fool sitting across his bedroom staring at the sheets instead of doing something. He wasn't helping. Emma was the one out in the world apprehending his parents' killer. She was such an extraordinary woman.
"Little brother!" Killian heard the familiar, and at this moment, irritating sound of Liam's voice from the downstairs.
Killian rolled his eyes. Now that he was in America he had been spending more time with Liam than he had in years. And while it was nice to reconnect with his brother it was also annoying at times because after all… he was his older brother.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Liam asked when Killian reached the bottom of the steps to the foyer.
"It wouldn't hurt to just look." Killian wasn't sure if he was more convincing Liam or himself.
"Then let's get on with it," Liam said as he smiled, clearly sensing his brother's apprehension and patting him on the back.
By the time they got into Liam's car it was dark out. The day had gotten away from him. Liam started the car and as it growled to life Killian heard the ringing of his cell phone. His heart skipped when he thought maybe it would be Emma again. But it sank quickly realizing it was Regina, his lawyer.
After a quick conversation with the woman detailing the address they were supposed to meet her at and the way to get into the building, he hung up the phone, avoiding eye contact with his brother who was probably preparing to lay into him for being so obviously disappointed that it wasn't Emma calling. But Liam didn't. In fact, the ass was smiling and staring straight at the road ahead as they drove into the city.
"All of a sudden you don't have an opinion?" Killian asked.
"Oh I do…" Liam smirked. "You just may not want to hear it."
"When has that ever stopped you before?"
"Fair point. Maybe one day I will. Let's just focus on the task at hand. Is Regina there yet?"
"Yeah, she's already there." They were only a few moments away themselves. Killian looked out the car window, the trees surrounding them on their drive slowly turning to buildings. High rise after high rise until finally they were in the city, and about to pull into the building's garage.
A few moments later they were buzzed into the building by Regina, their lawyer and sometimes real estate agent who was just in general a phenomenal negotiator. As Killian rode the elevator up to the top floor he got nervous again. Swallowing a lump in his throat he stepped into the foyer of the apartment.
It was massive… and modern. The floors a bright white and the walls an identical color. Still he tried to keep an open mind. After all, he had Regina organize this apartment showing very last minute. He had been toying with the idea of getting a place in the city for a long time. Boston and New York being places he often went on business anyways, it made sense. But he hadn't had the nerve to actually consider it seriously. Now he was though, and it was scary. What if Emma didn't want the same future he did? What if the prospect of him getting a place so close instead of living on another continent was more terrifying for her than it was him?
"Killian, perhaps you should put one foot in front of the other to actually see the place. I'm fairly sure there's more than one room here…" Liam urged from behind Killian, who had apparently stepped out of the elevator and completely frozen in his tracks.
"Finally, you two are here. They're only letting us have the keys until 9:30, let's look." Regina came trotting into the expansive space, the click of her heels on the hospital white floors bringing Killian out of his daze. "Wait until you see the view."
"Come on now," Liam shoved playfully and Killian began to move through the apartment. Walking through the doors to what was the combination kitchen and great room he could see what Regina had been talking about.
The view was spectacular. The entire back wall made of floor to ceiling windows. Made to look like there wasn't even a wall, like you were one with the sky. It was stunning. Killian loved a view, both his London flat and office had phenomenal picturesque views. A compromise to living in the city, and a way to feel like you weren't living stacked one on top of the other.
Despite the stunning night time view, all Killian could come up with to say was, "There's no outdoor space…"
"No but with a view like that, it's almost like being outside…" Regina suggested. She had worked with Killian long enough to know when he wasn't thrilled with something.
"But it isn't the same." Killian stepped as close to the windows as was allowed, looking down on the cars whipping past below. They looked like toys with plastic people. He was so far from it all. He tried to keep an open mind. "Is there any outdoor space within the building? Somewhere I can let the dog out and play?"
"No, but there's a park a few blocks away where you can take Princess when she needs exercise." Regina was being awfully suspicious Killian noticed as he looked at her and she wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Regina, is this a dog friendly building?"
"Yes," she answered. "But there are breed restrictions…"
"Breed restrictions, as in, no pitbulls?" Killian slowly felt himself begin to get angrier.
"Killian, if you buy the most expensive place in the building they're not going to make you give up your dog," Liam chimed in. Which only irritated Killian more.
"I don't want to live in a building that has breed restrictions. Period." Killian stormed off. Not even wanting to see the rest of it now. It felt like a hospital, not a home. And he so badly wanted a home.
In all honesty it wasn't Regina's fault that the place wasn't ideal for him. She had done her best on the short notice and high list of demands he had given her. There was a bigger issue at hand here. He hadn't ever talked to Emma, concretely about a future. And while he knew she cared deeply for him, did she want to have him so close by? Did she want the same future with him as he did her?
Emma's POV: Monday Night, 8:45 pm
Now the library was quiet, the ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner serving as the soundtrack to the silence between the four women. Eventually Ruby made her way over to the couch area and stood in front of the empty fireplace to keep her own eye on things, while Emma stood opposite her. She crossed her arms as her mind raced trying to come up with the best way to tackle this.
At first Emma had suspected that Milah was working with Gold, that she had helped to set him free last night. That she was sneaking around Belle's house as an enemy of the woman who was now married to her ex-husband. But as Emma looked at the two women sitting across from each other she realized something.
"This isn't the first time you two have met." Emma was matter of fact in her approach. It wasn't for certain that she was right, but her gut told her that the way they had responded to seeing each other indicated that they knew one another. And not just in an 'oh that's my husband's estranged ex-wife' way.
Neither one of them spoke up. Emma made eye contact with Ruby then who looked skeptical of this whole arrangement as well.
"I need to know under what circumstances the two of you could have possibly met…" Emma continued.
"The sooner the two of you start talking, the better shot we have at actually catching your husband…. and your ex-husband," Ruby said.
"Belle…" Emma started, trying to come across as non-threatening. The two had worked together for a long time, if there was any way Belle could help them out, Emma would be sure to return the favor. "You know I don't want you to get caught in the crossfires of this investigation anymore than you already have. So if there's any way to prove that you weren't holding this secret on behalf of your husband. It's in your best interest to talk to me."
Belle held statue still, as Emma hoped that she in some way got through to her. The brunette quickly glanced at Milah, whose eyes went from calm to nervous. From the look on Belle's face it appeared as though she was measuring her options. She could talk to Emma, work with her, help out or she could keep whatever unspoken alliance was happening between she and her husband's ex-wife.
And then it clicked. But Ruby beat Emma to the question.
"Belle… did you know your husband killed Brennan and Moira Jones?" her best friend asked, warily. It sounded crazy, the idea they were potentially getting at. At least Emma assumed that was what Ruby was eluding to. Emma had guessed for a while Belle knew what Gold had been up to. Ever since the day of his arrest when she all but gave them the location of the dagger he used to stab Killian's parents. But then Milah was here, and she was somehow involved. Did she know too?
"Yes… but not the whole time…." Now really wasn't the time to tread lightly.
"How long have you known?" Emma chimed in. Floored that Belle, a person on the police force working toward solving the case would have known this for any length of time. "Then I'm assuming you knew too?" She turned to Milah.
Both of the women were silent.
"Belle, how long did you know?" Still the women remained silent. If they both knew then they had definitely discussed a bond of silence. "If you don't give me an answer I will have no choice but to say that both of you were aware for a long enough time to make you an accessory to the crime."
She wouldn't do that. But she had to keep them talking.
"I've known something was… different, about Robert for a while now. As far as the crime goes, that knowledge came about a year ago."
Emma kept her eyes on Belle as she spoke, in an attempt to give an unofficial lie detector test, but every so often her gaze would shift to Milah. Who looked just as surprised as Emma and Ruby, however not for the same reasons. Milah's surprise came from the fact that Belle was talking about any of it.
It was clear as day to Emma that the two women knew each other. The way they first reacted to each other when Emma brought Milah in the house, the way their eyes found each other every few seconds to double and triple check their allegiance, and most importantly, earlier when Emma had only said they were going to 'the library' and Milah had known exactly how to get to that room from the front hall.
"At first I thought he was having an affair, with the jewelry. But then I started searching…" Belle was giving the basic breakdown of how she had ultimately made the discovery. Piece by piece finding things that all pointed to a heart wrenching truth. The man she had married was a dangerous monster who had gotten away with committing an unspeakable crime and she feared if she wasn't careful she would be next.
"And then when he started to catch on to my suspicions… I've never felt more in danger." She talked of being systematically poisoned. A slow burning illness to distract from her terrible feeling about Robert Gold.
"Why wouldn't you come to the police sooner?" Ruby asked.
Belle appeared to be summoning all of her strength as the wounds from her husband went far deeper than her forced illness. And speaking up was easier said than done. Especially when you're scared and uncertain. "I knew enough of the case to know that it was botched and screwed up and no one wanted to touch it after your grandfather died, Emma. It was just such a conundrum for everyone. They had spent years searching and found nothing. And the town had suffered because of it. No one would reopen it if there wasn't a decent trail to follow. It was too risky."
Another deep breath. Milah still remained silent, but her hand was almost floating in the air, an unconscious motion for her wanting to comfort Belle.
"If he was going to get caught, and convicted and sent to prison for this, especially 20 years after it had happened I needed all of the evidence I could find. And none of it could come from my own home. He would know."
Emma went through the trail in her head. Most of the pieces they had been sent as evidence hadn't come from the Gold house. Only at the end, when they arrested Robert did they find the dagger in his shop. There was but one letter in the entire home during the search.
"So where does she come into all of this?" Ruby uncrossed her arms, looking at Milah who was still quiet.
"She helped me." Belle confessed. "I sought her out. At a time where I felt I had no one, I had her."
Belle had found Milah, going so far as to visit her in London. They shared their experiences and as it happened, Milah's experience was not unlike Belle's. It was then that they agreed to work together, to find a way to see that Robert Gold couldn't hurt another person again. And the woman with the wild brown hair and pretty face, who Emma had resented for most of her relationship with Neal, suddenly didn't appear as such an enemy. Now knowing that assuming the woman had simply abandoned him without a care in the world was incorrect.
The reality of it was, Milah had experienced the same slow-coming illness that inevitably left her too ill to get out of bed. With erratic behavior. Eventually, for Neal, she chose to leave. To get well and then return. But that never happened.
"After so many years, Robert told me it would be worse for Neal if I returned," Milah spoke, she did have a lovely accent. One that matched Killian's in a way Emma wasn't expecting. "I took his word, after all he had raised Neal in my absence. I knew that my last interactions with my son were so terrible. Especially for him. It's something I've never forgiven myself for."
Emma thought of how Neal had told her his mother had tried periodically contacting him. Milah was too scared to attempt to be in his life. So here were two more women who had been intertwined in Robert Gold's web.
"To live with him, to sleep in the same bed every night knowing what he had done… what he could do... it's terrifying." Tears were behind her soft eyes, as Belle spoke. And Emma knew then that Belle revealing the truth about her husband wasn't an act of revenge it was an act of justice. "When you came to my house to arrest him that morning, I felt so tired and drained. So when you asked me about the murder weapon, I just gave you what I thought was the best answer. It was too hard to continue hiding it. The night you arrested Robert was the first night I slept in nearly a year."
Emma walked over to her, sitting down on the couch next to her. This woman she had worked quietly near for years, and never known the struggles of.
"I'm not going to let him hurt you anymore." Emma rested her hand on the young woman's, feeling the faint tremble of Belle's palm, whose dainty fingers no longer donned a wedding ring. "To either of you anymore."
"I know." For the first time in a while, Belle smiled. It wasn't jubilant or happy, but relief. Like no matter what happened to her from this point on didn't matter because the truth had been fully revealed.
Killian's POV: Monday Night, 8:50 pm
"Hey… where are you going?" Liam's voice sounded in the large, echoey room as Killian feverishly pressed the elevator button to leave the apartment. "I drove."
"This was a stupid idea."
"Something tells me this is about more than just the apartment." Liam approached warily, like Killian was a spooked horse. "I've never seen you this way, Killian. Not even with.. Well with you know who…"
"You can say her name, Liam. She's not Voldemort."
"I know that Grace… Milah? What are we calling her?"
"Whatever you want. Get on with it." It was frustrating to him. That after all of the years he spent with her, he still didn't know what to actually call her. He had always known her as Grace, the proof was etched in black ink on his forearm. But everyone here had known her as Milah.
"I just want you to be happy, little brother. As much as you think that the life choices you've made leave you incapable of finding that happiness, that isn't true. Just because Grace betrayed you, doesn't mean she didn't have her reasons and it also doesn't mean that you can't look forward to a future with Emma."
"But how do I know Emma wants a future with me?" It was unlike him to be so uncertain. But given the circumstances of apartment hunting in the city not far from where Emma called home, it made the prospect of a future with her all the more real.
"Talk to her about it, you idiot. You spend all sorts of time together and you're both too stubborn to come out and say that you want each other around when the dust settles."
"Can you blame me for being unsure?" Killian eased a bit, Liam was right. Emma was the one he wanted around in the calm before the storm, during the storm, after the storm. She was the ray of light in his present compared to his dark and gloomy past. "I've only ever had one serious relationship and it didn't end so well… I'm 0 for 1 right now."
"Emma is different." Liam reached his hand out and rested it on his shoulder. "It's not her you're uncertain of. It's you. And because of that you've been running your whole life, Killian. It's all right to stand still for a while."
Killian released a breath, his body losing all of the tension he was feeling. He wouldn't do anything, buy any property without knowing how Emma felt about it. But he had to be the one to start that conversation.
"We have a date on Thursday. Perhaps then…"
"A real live date?" Liam's amusement was unmasked.
"Hey. She said yes."
"That's shocking considering you're clearly the less-handsome brother."
Killian raised his eyebrow, pretending to be pissed off. This was what they did. And it was another part of why Killian thought being around here would be good. He could be close to his family.
"Besides… a certain niece of yours has expressed to me several times that she wants her Uncle Killian to babysit her, all of the time," Liam said, a face of mock annoyance even though he knew what his brother was overall trying to say. That it wasn't just Harper who wanted Killian around.
"Aye, well, that's because I'm a lot more fun than you."
They both laughed at that, easing beyond the heavier parts of their earlier conversation and into something more comfortable. Killian had lived so far from Liam for so long, he was all that remained of his family. And there was a large part of Killian that wanted to be in his brother's life. Liam was his best friend, and living apart from him had made Killian feel ultimately alone in this world. It didn't have to be that way though, which was something he was realizing with each day he was in Storybrooke.
After his and Liam's conversation, Regina met them in the elevator and Killian apologized for how rude he had been. It was in no way her fault nor her responsibility to find him a place to live. Though he would need her to negotiate pricing for him, that would come later. They separated from her once the elevator reached the ground floor, Killian telling Regina he needed to talk to someone before making any irrational decisions about real estate. She gave him a knowing smile, probably aware of the person Killian was referring to, but otherwise said nothing to indicate she knew that person was Emma (she definitely knew).
When he and Liam got back into the car, Killian checked his phone for the first time in a while. There were no missed calls or texts from Emma and a gut feeling told him he shouldn't be the one to call her first. Who knows what she was up to in pursuit of Gold, the last thing she needed was an anxious phone call in the middle of a stake out. However, that was the exact thing Killian needed at the moment. To call her and to hear her voice just to know she was safe.
"I could use a drink," Liam mumbled after driving a few minutes. Killian knew he would just pace and torture himself if he was alone in his hotel room. So he agreed to get a drink with Liam, after all it was only 9 pm.
Emma's POV: Monday Night, 9:30 pm
After hearing the remainder of their story, Emma knew they were telling the truth. Both Milah and Belle had admitted they had been the ones sending the clues. Milah coming back to America to work with Belle to pull all of the information they could. Spending late nights in a hotel room towns over mapping out the plan. Belle needed Milah because otherwise her husband would have suspected her. And Milah needed Belle because she was the one who had used her police experience to put the pieces together.
Emma looked over at Ruby, who was just as affected by the outpouring of the stories these women had. She nodded for her best friend to follow her to a corner of the room. Emma looked at Ruby, gauging how she felt about all of this.
"I mean, we'll need to get some sort of confirmation that the two of them both suffered these illnesses. And correspondence between them will be helpful in pleading their case," Ruby started.
"We can try to get them off as easy as possible. But they admitted to sending the clues." Emma looked over at the two, who seemed the slightest bit relieved. "They won't get out of this easy. And we're going to have to tell David."
"Yeah. They'll have to give official statements. Should we bring them down now?"
"We'll give them a little while longer to calm down. Then we can take them to the station. I think they've been through enough."
"I've got to say, Em, you're handling this a lot better than most people would…"
"What? My ex-boyfriend's mother and current boyfriend's ex-girlfriend turning out to be the same person?" Emma said sarcastically. But it was her job, her career, to put the pieces together with the help of this woman. "Doesn't this happen to everyone?"
"You know it doesn't." Ruby smiled deviously. "And I didn't miss that you just called Killian your current boyfriend."
Emma bit the inside of her mouth. Cursing herself for the slip of the tongue. But not really that angry about it.
"I mean… he asked me on a date. Thursday." Emma got a little nervous thinking about it. She hadn't been on a date that she enjoyed in a long time. But then remembered that it was Killian, and the nerves went away. She always enjoyed her time with him. Even if it was often limited to being between crises.
"It's about damn time." Ruby smiled at her, less devious this time and more… happy. "You deserve it. I think you both do honestly."
"Thanks. But I think I need to talk to her. Privately." Emma looked over at Milah, who stared off into the distance. Looking exhausted.
"You don't owe her any kind of explanation, Em."
"I know." Emma was still going to give her one though. Ruby didn't have to know that. Neither did Belle. She just wanted to sit down, woman to woman, and say what she wanted to. So she strode over to where the woman sat and bent down to unlatch her handcuffs.
"Can we talk for a second?" Emma said softly, not wanting Milah to think this was a set up.
"Sure," the woman said back. She looked skeptical of Emma, but followed her to a quieter corner of the room anyway where there were two chairs surrounded by a small alcove of books.
"Neal and I got together when we were young. Too young, probably, to have been together," Emma started. "And then we had a baby our senior year of high school. Your grandson, Henry."
She didn't want to get too far into things, hoping that maybe someday Neal would tell her about him growing up.
"Even though we haven't been together for a very long time, he's still my family. I spend every holiday with him. We share a son. He still buys me Mother's Day flowers…" that last one probably stung. And Emma retracted just a bit.
"His father has turned out to be an awful man. And I think that Neal could benefit from you coming back into his life," Emma said confidently. Knowing that smoothing things over with his mother could only help him at this point. If Neal could hear her side of the story, maybe he could forgive her someday.
Milah simply nodded. A soft smile crossing her face. The only sign of wrinkles on the woman's face came at the corners of her eyes when she smiled.
"And to answer your earlier question, yes Killian is happy." Emma looked down at her sleeve. Remembering being in bed with him the night before, professing to each other just how happy they were together. But even if they hadn't had that conversation, she knew in her heart he was. "Better than he's been in a long time."
"I suppose then he knows I wasn't truthful about my identity."
Emma thought back to the night she discovered it. And had immediately told Killian she knew his ex had been lying to him. That night she wondered if Milah knew the dark connection between herself and Killian Jones when she began dating him.
As if reading Emma's mind Milah said, "I didn't know when I met him. Who he was. And I didn't know that my ex-husband had killed his parents."
"Was that why you broke it off?" Emma asked, when she and Belle were explaining the timeline of their meeting Emma had done the math. 'Grace' had broken up with Killian right around the time Belle went to London.
Milah nodded. The faintest hint of tears in her strong eyes. "I knew if I told him, he wouldn't ever look at me the same. And hoped…"
"That he would never find out who you had been?"
"It's foolish right?"
"No." As much as Emma came into this situation thinking that she didn't particularly like Milah's choices, on some level she got it. The woman wanted Killian to move forward. "I think you wanted him to have a shot."
Milah reached out for Emma's hand, grabbing it gently across the small wooden table that divided them. It surprised Emma but she didn't pull away. Instead looking into Milah's eyes and realizing that any jealousy, any competition Emma had felt toward the woman earlier was in vain. She wasn't going to try to snatch Killian from her, she wasn't here to come between them.
"Thank you, Emma," Milah whispered, squeezing Emma's hand once more before releasing. The words weren't there totally, but it felt like they understood each other.
A few moments later, the two women left the corner to rejoin Ruby and Belle who were sitting quietly chatting in the center of the room. Belle looked a bit more at ease, though there was still the looming wonder of what would happen when she and Milah confessed to the rest of the investigation team to leaving the clues. Emma and Ruby had promised they would work hard to ensure their punishments were as light as possible, but in front of a judge there was only so much they could do.
But going in the women had known what they were doing would have repercussions, and had discussed at length what they would do if caught. To both Milah and Belle it was worth it though. Because Robert Gold would be behind bars, something that was long overdue.
Emma's phone began to ring, everyone in the room looking over to her because it was the only sound that could be heard. A part of her hoped it was Killian, she had called him around 8 but couldn't talk long and she wanted to hear his smooth voice wrapped around her name. Wanted the butterflies that erupted in her stomach when he called her 'my love'. But when she checked the front screen it was David, her father, calling and the butterflies she had dreamed up a few seconds ago were gone.
"Hi dad, everything okay?" she asked. Knowing everything was probably not okay and that she needed to tell him all about Milah and Belle. Eventually.
"Em how soon can you be down to the docks?" David asked, his normally calm voice laced with urgency.
"Um… soon? Why what's going on?"
"It's Gold. Someone called in and spotted someone suspicious around the cargo ships. We haven't been able to get ahold of Neal but his car's missing…"
"What?!" Emma screamed into the receiver. Not quite knowing how to process all of this.
"We need you down here. Have Ruby take Belle down to the station, they'll be safe there."
"Alright. I'll get there as soon as I can." Emma hung up the phone, too shocked to even move for a few seconds. Neal's car was gone, Gold was gone. They couldn't find either. Emma hated the path her thoughts were taking. Gold at the docks was one of the worst places he could be. Hundreds of tons of cargo came through there everyday. He could be stowed away anywhere. Off to the great unknown in seconds as soon as the travel restrictions were lifted. Emma gulped and stopped letting her mind race. She knew what she had to do.
Killian's POV: Monday Night, 11 pm
A few hours later, and only about 2 beers in, Killian and Liam left the Boston bar to return to their respective rented homes. Getting in the car Killian once again checked his phone to find he had heard nothing from Emma though it was getting progressively later.
"She's alright, Killian," Liam offered as he drove through the dark city streets, heading toward Killian's hotel.
"We don't know that."
"No, but thinking otherwise won't make this go any faster." Liam stole a glance at Killian looking awfully sympathetic for an older brother who spent most of his time teasing him. "She's great at her job, Killian."
"I don't doubt her abilities as a cop so much as I doubt Robert Gold's abilities to be a decent human being."
"I know." Liam couldn't offer Killian anything else. Because there wasn't any argument against what a terrible person Robert Gold was. He had murdered their parents in cold blood. Obviously he was capable of horrid things, and who knew what he would do as a desperate man on the run.
A few moments later Killian jumped as his phone began to ring. He looked down at the caller ID and saw Emma's name on the screen.
"Oh thank God," he breathed before swiping the phone to answer. "I was beginning to think you'd never call, love."
"Killian, it's not Emma. This is Ruby."
Killian audibly gulped. Instinct telling him something had to be wrong for Emma not to call him directly herself. Dread filled his body.
"Something happened… Emma's, well, she's…"
"What is it, is she alright?" Killian felt a mixed wave of anger, fear, and devastation take over. It felt like his throat might close as he waited mere seconds for Ruby to answer.
"Killian…. Things went really, really wrong… Emma's hurt. She's in the hospital."
It was at that moment that his fears were truly realized and all of the anxiety and dread Killian had been feeling all day was nothing compared to the feeling that he had right now. The worry that took over every system in his body. The gut wrenching sadness that came with picturing his Emma lying in a hospital bed. One where he swore his heart that Emma had done everything to mend was now breaking in half.