A/N: I'll apologize for not getting this chapter out sooner. Things have been a little hectic with me lately. I started taking grad school classes and seeing someone on a slightly regular basis as well as opened up another fanfiction facebook group, so I swear sometimes I'm doing too many things at once. However, I'm here now with the chapter and I do hope you all enjoy it.

I'm not sure when the next chapter will be ready to go because it's only about a quarter of the way written. I'm hoping to work on this story for NaNo 2018 and actually finish it out. Then maybe I can consider what happens next.

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"What do you mean you just tackled-?" Snow whispered into her phone only to be cut off by the ringing of the bell indicating that planning period was almost over and soon children would be filing into her room. "I can't talk now. The kids are coming back. I'll see you after school."

She quickly slammed her phone shut and threw it in her bag without even so much as a goodbye to her wonderful husband on the other line. Her phone landed in her bag just as the first student walked into her room with a big smile on their face excited for class today. Snow sighed internally and knew that she was in for a long afternoon if what she and Charming had been able to discuss was anything to go by.

"She hung up on me," Charming said with a frown as he placed his phone down on the desk and crossed his arms over his chest. That was very unlike Snow. She always made a point of at least saying goodbye before she hung up. Maybe the stress of going back to work at the school was starting to get to her. Charming shook the thoughts aside. That was something to worry about at another time. "So what are we going to do with them?" he asked motioning to the two gentlemen in adjacent cells next to his desk with his head.

Emma looked up at Charming from where she was working at her desk and then trailed her eyes over the two people in the single cell of the station. "We need to talk to Hyde and Jekyll's just in there because I don't trust him not to disappear if we leave him loose," she replied with a shrug. She then busied herself back with the paperwork that she had been working on before Charming drug her out of her thoughts.

As she stared idly at the forms, there was one blank on there that she wasn't quite sure how to answer. Place of Origin. There were two possible answers for this blank, plus the other more creative answers she had come up with in her head. She laughed quietly to herself as the locations bounced through her mind.

After a few moments of her own private joy, she decided that it was time she actually talked to the two men in the cell. She just now needed to decide if she was going to talk to them together or separately. She also had to decide where she was going to talk to them if she did separate them. She wasn't sure that leaving one of them behind with Charming and Killian was the best idea. She glanced around the room and decided that she really didn't have a choice.

"Alright. I'm going to take the scary looking one into the interview room," Emma said, pushing her chair back from the desk and gathering up the files that she was looking over. Before she walked away from her desk, however, she opened the top door to her desk and slipped something into her pocket.

Hyde thought he had seen a chain falling from her hand, but he wasn't quite sure what exactly it was. For all he knew it could have been the keys to open whatever room she had mentioned in her thinly veiled insult. He brushed it aside however because it meant that he had a chance to talk to her and come clean before Jekyll decided to share more of his lies.

Emma walked up to the cell and unlocked it motioning for Hyde to step forward. Once he was out of the way of the door, Emma closed it again leaving Jekyll pouting on the bench inside. She placed a gentle hand on Hyde's shoulder and led him towards the door to the side of the office. Opening it quickly and leading him inside, she had him take a seat at the table while she went to tell Killian and Charming one last thing before they sat down to chat.

"Keep an eye on him, okay?" Emma said, nodding in Jekyll's direction with her head. She was met with a nod from each of them and she smiled before heading back into the interview room. "Here we go," she mumbled under her breath closing the door behind her.

"Should one of us have offered to go with her?" Charming asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in the chair at his desk. This was the first big bad criminal they had ever had in Storybrooke and none of them were really sure what to do with him. Certainly the Evil Queen was a threat, but she was someone they were used to dealing with. Hyde was from a different land completely and they knew nothing about him. Even with the help of the story books Emma, Henry, Regina, and Violet had found in New York, they were still pretty much clueless about the man.

Killian shook his head. "I think she'll be fine without us, mate. She does a pretty good job of holding her own." That was one of the things that Killian loved about her the most. Although there would never be a day that went by that he didn't worry about her, especially with the visions that kept waking her up at night. He was more anxious to get her alone so that he could find out what Archie had told her this morning. Glancing over to Charming momentarily, Killian debated about letting him in on the few tidbits of information about his daughter that the man should have been privy to, but stopped himself before he said anything.

Charming laughed to himself quietly. The pirate wasn't wrong and he rightfully shouldn't be. He had spent much more time with Emma than he had been lucky enough to spend with her. Not that those thoughts brought him any comfort. He was her father after all. He should know her better than anyone. Just another thing to blame on the Evil Queen. Luckily she was sitting pretty in a padded cell over at the hospital. Maybe he should go pay her a little visit. Just to say hello and tell how nice it was to be on the outside looking in.

. . . . . . . .

Entering the interview room, Emma plastered a half hearted smile on her face as she quickly shut the door behind her. Hyde was sitting there patiently waiting for her to come back. The man had been strangely calm since they had apprehended him at the blimp. Jekyll had been oddly giddy the entire time. That was something she hadn't expected to see coming. If she was being honest with herself, it would have been the other way around.

She pulled out the chair opposite of Hyde and placed the folders down in front of him. Taking a seat, she flipped the folder open and sighed deeply as she hung her head for a few moments. As she lifted her head to look at him, she smiled softly. "Hello, Mr. Hyde. I believe it's time we were finally introduced," she said, extending a hand to him.

He graciously took the hand she offered and shook it briefly. "Yes, Ms. Swan, I would have to agree. Although I am well aware of who you are," he replied calmly as he pulled his hand back to rest in front of him. He interlaced his fingers and took a deep breath waiting for her questions to begin. He knew that she would have a lot of them and he had no intentions of lying to her. There was no reason to lie to her. He was already bound to spend the rest of his days in a cell even if this did all happen to play out in his favor.

"Well then it seems that you are at an advantage because I don't know much about you," she replied. "Let's start simple. Why don't you tell me where you are from? I was filling out the forms regarding your arrest and I did not know what to put of place of origin."

Hyde chuckled as he nodded his head. "Yes it does seem you are at a disadvantage. My place of origin is London. I was forced to relocate to the Land of Untold Stories when my alter ego out there decided that life in London was too much for him."

"Why did life become too much for him?" Emma asked curiously resting her elbows on the table and leaned forward to rest her head on her hand.

"Can I ask you a question before I answer that, Ms. Swan?" he asked.

Emma nodded her head, "Sure. And please, call me Emma. Ms. Swan reminds me of Mr. Gold."

"Duly noted. Can I see what it was that you slipped into your pocket from the drawer in your desk earlier?" He raised his brow slightly as he spoke. He knew his knowledge would come as a shock to her, but hopefully she would be kind enough to oblige him the favor.

"How did you," she began to ask, but her voice trailed off as she slipped a hand into her pocket. Her nimble fingers wrapping around the necklace and slowly extracting it from her jacket. She placed it gently on the table and slid it across to Hyde. She watched as he slowly reached out to big it up.

"I never thought I'd see this again," he whispered as he picked up to examine it. Laying it flat in the palm of his hand, he ran his thumb over the face that was sculpted into it. He looked up at Emma, tears threatening to roll down his face as he continued to touch it. "Where did you find it?"

"Killian and Charming found it in the dirt when they first stumbled upon the crash site. Who was it meant for?" Emma inquired as she watched him intently.

"A beautiful woman I once had the pleasure to know," Hyde said reminiscent of a time when he was happy for the long haul instead of just momentary glimpses of time. "Dr. Jekyll wanted to give it to her to express his affections towards her, but she did not feel the same way about him."

"I see," Emma said nodding her head, "where do you come in?"

"Dr. Jekyll created a potion that would allow him to transform into a different person. Me, to be exact. I am every part of him that he thinks is attractive. However only one of us could exist at a time," Hyde explained.

From there he began to tell Emma the story of how he had made his way to the Land of Untold Stories. He told her the truth that he knew. As far as he was aware he wasn't the one that killed Mary that night. The only thing he knew about that night was that he had woken up in a pool of her blood. By the time he had made it home from her apartment, Jekyll was gone. Leaving him to pick up all the pieces of what his alter ego had done. It was just a piece of saving grace that he had found Jekyll before the police had come to arrest him. The only place left for them to hide was to leave London completely.

"That was the first time I met the man you call Mr. Gold," Hyde admitted. A shiver ran down his spine as he spoke. It felt as though the man was lurking in the corner of the room, but he knew that wasn't possible. Just because the Dark One knew everything, it didn't mean that he was everywhere. "He offered me exactly what I needed. A chance to get away. It was a chance I wasn't about to give up, so I went to find Jekyll and the two of us left London and headed to the Land of Untold Stories."

"Of course, Gold would be involved," Emma said with a laugh. "So in the Land of Untold Stories you were able to start over?"

Hyde shrugged. "There was no starting over. It was just a way to stop anything that was happening to you."

"That doesn't sound like such a terrible place. Why did you choose to come here?" Emma asked. She was intrigued by the chance to just stop her story. Although the more she thought about it, the less it appealed to her because it wasn't just her story she would be pausing. It would alter the lives of more than just one person. Two of them were sitting on the other side of the door babysitting an apparently crazy man.

"I came here hoping I could find out what happened to Mary. I left before anyone had come forward with what happened other than the accusations that it was my fault. I don't remember anything from that night," Hyde explained. "Which would lead me to believe from previous experience that I wasn't the one with her when everything happened. When Jekyll and I were still part of one person, I would only remember what happened when I was awake."

Scrunching her face slightly, Emma sighed. He wasn't lying to her as much as she wished he had been so that they could just arrest him and be done with the whole unfortunate matter. Now she was going to have to sort through everything that Hyde had told her and gather proof. Her super power was not going to be enough to convince everyone that Hyde was actually the normal one and Jekyll was insane. That was going to be a task and a half all on it's own.

"So you think that Jekyll killed Mary in a jealous rage because she wanted you and not him? Then he took the potion to separate the two of you, so that you would take the fall and he could run away," Emma repeated slowly.

"I know that it sounds very unbelievable, Ms. Swa - Emma," Hyde said. "But I promise you that I am speaking the truth. Your power should prove my words to be true."

"What power?" Emma asked, quirking her brow at the man. She wasn't sure what he knew about her and Storybrooke as a whole. Based on who he associated himself with, there wasn't much he wasn't aware of at this point.

"You can tell when a person is lying, can you not?" he replied.

She nodded her head. "I believe you, Mr. Hyde. But before I can release you, I need to prove to the others that what you have told me is true. I'm sure you know that Jekyll has done a rather good job at proving you are the insane one who is a danger to society."

"I'm aware of the tricks my alter ego has been playing. I will wait as long as it takes for you and your friends to understand the truth. I fear that my beloved died that night so many years ago which means all I have left to do is wait until I am able to join her once again," Hyde said calmly. "I'm ready to return to my cell if you don't have anymore questions."

He rose from the table and extended a hand to Emma which she took happily. "Thank you for listening to me, Emma. Most people in your situation wouldn't have given me the time of day or listened to me for the amount of time that you have."

"Of course, Mr. Hyde. I promise I will try to get this situation sorted quickly," Emma said rising from her chair. She walked over towards the door and opened it offering to exit the room in front of her.

Killian and Charming watched as Hyde came walking out of the door without his cuffs. In fact he had a smile on his face. The two of them exchanged a look of concern before turning their attention back to the door waiting for Emma to come out. She was smiling as well. She was talking pleasantly with the man who was supposedly insane and had threatened to take over their town.

"Emma," Killian said concerned as he walked over to open the cell for Hyde to walk in. "Everything alright?"

She smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. They both watched as Hyde stepped into the cell and took a seat on the small bench along the back wall. He nodded at each of them and Killian slide the cell shut and looking it again.

"Everything is fine. I think it's time we went and got some lunch," she suggested happily. She raised up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his cheek briefly.

"Are you sure we can leave them alone here?" Charming asked quirking his brow. Something didn't add up to him and Emma was acting far too calm for his liking to deal with the crazy men that they had arrested today.

"Yup," Emma said before turning over to the two men sitting on opposite sides of their cells. "I'll bring something back for you both. Just try not to kill each other while we're gone."

Charming and Killian exchanged yet another glance, but just shrugged it off. Besides once Emma interlaced her fingers with Killian and started walking towards the door, there was no turning her down. Emma seemed to be in a good mood and there was no denying her of anything when she was in a good mood.

Once they arrived at Granny's and placed their orders, Charming decided it was time to ask the hard questions. Killian just watched as the whole situation played out. He had his own questions to ask Emma, but those would be better asked when they were alone at home this evening.

"What happened in the interview?" Charming asked crossing his arms over his chest. "Because when we got back to the station this afternoon, he was the one we were concerned about the most and then you just let him walk out of the room without any kind of restraints."

"He's not the one that we need to worry about," she replied simply.

"Care to explain why?" he asked. His frustration was starting to become more evident in his voice, so he stopped himself and took a deep breath ready to listen to what Emma had to say. He knew that Emma was good at her job, but there were some things that he still wasn't sure that she knew what she was doing. Alway the worrisome dad, he supposed.

Emma repeated the story that Hyde had told her when she asked about the necklace. She explained how she planned to prove his story by finding out what had happened to Mary that night. There had to be reports of the situation somewhere. Now that she had a name, she might be able to find more. She knew that her dad was leery of the information she had just told him, but she knew that with time he would come to see the truth.

She was sure that Killian had questions of his own about the Hyde situation, but from the look on his face he was more worried about the conversation she had with Archie this morning. Once they got home, she would tell him everything that they talked about. Together they could decide if it was worth the hassle and risk to Belle to talk to Gold about all of this. It was becoming more and more obvious to her that she didn't really have much of a choice. He was the only one with enough knowledge about magic. Although maybe he could just direct her to a book that she could read and make sense of what was going on without having to spend a lot of time with the grumpy old man.

"What has you convinced that we can trust him? It's not like he's been very forth coming with any information until now," Charming insisted.

Emma fought the desire to roll her eyes. It was quite a struggle for her because it was well deserved, but at the same time she knew that he meant well. "He's not lying," she said calmly as she reached down to grab a hold of Killian's hand that was resting on his leg. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and she noticed the smile twitching at the corner of his lips when she did so.

"How can you tell?" Charming asked exasperatedly. His concern was in the right place, but he was acting out to the wrong person. Of all people in town to not trust the word of, his daughter was the wrong one.

"My super power," Emma practically shouted back at him. Once she realized what she had done, she huffed as she slumped back in the booth. She hadn't meant to yell at him, but he was pushing the wrong buttons. She was still emotionally raw from her session with Archie and just coming to terms with the reality of her situation.

None of them spoke again until Granny came out with their food. Her pleasant persona lightened the entire mood around them. Something that desperately needed to happen. Charming knew that he had crossed a line, but he wasn't sure how to fix his mistakes. He also wasn't looking forward to dealing with the wrath of his wife when he got home. Especially since he didn't really get the chance to explain why he was tackling someone in the woods today.

As they ate, they chatted briefly. Although the conversation stayed very light and positive. It was as though they were all walking on eggshells around one another, at least Charming was as he spoke to Emma. Killian just continued to observe the interaction from the outside look in.

Nearing the end of the food on their plates, Granny brought out two bags with food for Emma to take back to the station. She went to pay for them and Granny insisted that she just take them. It wasn't like her family didn't help to fuel Granny's income on a daily basis as it was anyways. Emma thanked her for the food and soon she and Killian left Granny's to go back to their captives. Charming had decided to call it an early day and pick up Neal from Blue and head home.

As they crossed the road and walked up to the station, Killian pulled Emma in close wrapping his arms around her waist so that she was flush against him. He gently pressed his lips into hers and smiled when she melted into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck, the bags of food resting against his back. After a few moments, Emma pulled away and rested her forehead against his as she nibbled on her lower lip. Killian smiled at her as he leaned back.

"I haven't had the chance to say hello properly since this morning," he said cheerfully.

"I'm not complaining," Emma said with a laugh. She pressed her lips against his once more quickly before letting go of him. "Hello. Let's get them their food."

"Aye, that would be a good plan," Killian said with a nod as he leaned over to open the door for her. She smiled and nodded her head thanking him for the extra hand as she walked inside.

"Who's hungry?" she called as she walked into the room. The two of them hadn't moved an inch since they had left. She laughed to herself quietly as she approached the cells. Each of them came up to the bars and reached through them happily accepting the bag from her before returning to their benches.

Killian watched on in awestruck wonder at how she interacted with them. She treated them like they were people instead of criminals or crazy people, no matter what the truth about them may be. It reminded him much the way that she had treated him after she had gotten to know him. At first she may not have trust him, but given time he had proved to her that he could be trusted. One of his early attempts had at least ended well for him.

Emma: Did you really save his life?
Killian: Does that surprise you?
Emma: Well, you and David aren't exactly, how do you say it? Mates.

Killian: Doesn't mean I'd leave your father to perish on this island.

Emma: Thank you.

Killian: Perhaps gratitude is in order now.

Emma: Yeah, that's what the thank you was for.

Killian: Oh, that all your father's life is worth to you?
Emma: Please, you couldn't handle it.

Killian: Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it. What was that?

Emma: A one time thing.

There was one thing about that kiss that he had never told her. She was right, he couldn't handle it. He knew from that moment on that one kiss from her would never be enough to satisfy him. That was when the chase for her truly began. He smiled proudly to himself as he thought about the ring he, Snow, and Henry had picked out. He couldn't wait to give it to her. The proposal would be the last mad dash for the finish line of her heart. All he needed was to hear that one simple word come out of her mouth.

When Emma turned back around from talking to Hyde, she noticed that Killian seemed to be lost in thought. She quirked her brow as she walked over to him stopping just in front of him and crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for him to come back to reality. She started making silly faces at him, which last all of about five minutes before he came back to life.

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked slightly embarrassed that he had been caught spacing out.

Emma laughed, "Not long. What were you thinking about?" She hopped up to take a seat on her desk beside where he was leaning up against it. She interlaced her fingers together and rested her hands on his shoulder placing her chin atop her hands.

He turned his head slightly to look at her. "You. Us. Our first kiss." He winked and placed a gentle kiss on the side of her head.

"That kiss was pretty intense," she replied, her lips turning up into a wicked smile. "One of our better ones, if I had to pick a favorite."

Killian squared up to where she was sitting and stood between her legs. "Oh really?" he asked with a smirk quirking his brow.

She giggled in response as she nodded her head up and down furiously. He rolled his eyes and leaned in to kiss her gently before resuming his spot beside her. This was not the place for them to start getting playful. Especially when they had a captive audience. That was something that they could enjoy once they got home again. Something he was greatly looking forward to, but for now he decided to change the topic.

"So how'd your morning go?" he asked placing an arm around her shoulders urging her to rest her head on his shoulder.

She sighed softly. "It went about how I expected it too. He's willing to talk to me whenever I need someone to talk to, but he's not sure what any of it means. He had a suggestion as to someone else he thinks might be able to help me…"

"The crocodile?" Killian asked quirking his brow. He felt her nodding her head slowly against his shoulder. He leaned his head down and rested it against hers. He knew how badly she did not want to have to talk to Gold about all of this. Hell, he didn't want her to have to talk to him ever. Unfortunately as the Sheriff of Storybrooke, she didn't really have a choice and now her magic was going to force her to talk to him about something else. He turned his head to kiss the top of her's briefly. "I'm sorry, love."

She lifted her head to look at him, a soft smile on her face. "It's okay," she said softly. "I knew it would come down to it eventually. I don't know why I even got my hopes up that I would be able to avoid him completely in this situation."

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked.

"I wouldn't say no," she said quietly. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Thank you."

"Of course, love," Killian replied. He looked over at Jekyll and Hyde before turning back to Emma. "Ready to head home?"

She nodded her head and hopped down off the desk. "Just let me get them ready for the night." She walked over to the closet opposite the station and returned with a small stack of blankets and pillows. "Give me a hand?" she asked motioning towards Hyde's cell with her head.

Killian happily obliged and walked over to open the cell for her. He watched as she handed part of the stack to Hyde and have a brief exchange with him before she exited his cell and closed it behind her before opening Jekyll's cell slightly. Her time spent with Jekyll was very brief. It was almost as though she couldn't stand to be in the cell with him for an extended period of time. Although based on the information that she had shared with them earlier, he really didn't want her to spend a lot of time with Jekyll.

"Good night, gentlemen," she said as she took Killian's hand pulling him along with her out the door. Killian turned off the lights as they exited.

Once Emma and Killian had left the station, Jekyll quickly crossed his cell and waited for Hyde to notice him standing there. He made a point of sighing audibly.

"What do you want, Jekyll?" Hyde asked as he put the finishing touches on covering the cot to make the place he would be resting his head more comfortable before turning to face his alter ego.

"What did you tell her?" Jekyll replied quickly. The man's beady eyes were moving about rapidly as he eyed up Hyde. Every single piece of his plan was most likely gone to hell, so making a fool out of himself now would not change the outcome. "She could barely look at me when she walked into my cell and she couldn't get out of here fast enough. That means you told her something to lower her trust in me."

"What she and I discussed is none of your concern until Ms. Swan decides to tell you what it is I said. I'm sure she will talk to you soon enough. She's not like the police in London. She wants to have all of evidence before she does any official paperwork," Hyde replied calmly taking a seat once again on the bench that he had spent most of the afternoon on.

"Don't think I missed that subtle reminder about Mary. She was mine and you stole her away from me. She deserved what she got," Jekyll growled.

"She didn't deserve to die because she didn't reciprocate your affections!" Hyde yelled back. "Do not speak ill of the dead. If that really is what happened to her. I never got to find out."

Jekyll tossed his head back in a fit of laughter. He had never heard anything so hysterical in all his life. There was no doubt in his mind that Mary had died because if she hadn't then he would have been even more of a failure than he already considered himself to be. At least if he had killed the wretched woman he would have succeeded at something. As he lowered his head back down, he looked at his alter ego sitting pathetically on the bench. Slowly he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You are a pathetic excuse for a villain. What happened to the tough macho man who demanded that all in this sad little town bow down to you and accept you as their leader?" Jekyll mocked before walking over to the small cot in his cell.

Hyde looked over at the person sitting opposite him and shook his head. Over the last few weeks he had come to accept the fact that no matter where he went there was always going to be someone with more power than him. There were also always going to be people around him that were simply more important to him. He also had learned one more very important thing.

"I learned that villains can't have get their happy endings if they are set on extracting their revenge. Something I would have thought you learned in London," he said snidely rolling his eyes before laying down on the cot below him.

Jekyll opened and closed his mouth a few times, but decided against. He didn't need to make the situation any worse than he already had. He had said enough to get under Hyde's skin. However there was still a part of him that was very desperate to know what was said in that interview room. It was times like this that he wished he had his own set of magical powers.

One of the many hidden secrets of Storybrooke was the location of cameras in important buildings all around town. There was a small flashing red light blinking just above Emma's desk. It would give her the perfect few of the two cells and their inhabitants. It would also give her the confession that she needed to help prove Hyde's innocence.