Emma doesn't go into work for the next few days. It's not because she doesn't want to, but more like they don't want her to, not while they decide her fate. Will they kick her off the show straight away, or will they find a way to write her off as quickly and as cleanly as possible? Perhaps they will do the impossible; give her the benefit of the doubt. Either way, she's not sure she can take the waiting. Her stomach is in knots.

The feeling is even worse when she sits Henry down to tell him why she hasn't been working.

"They think you leaked the scripts?" He says, eyes wide and shocked. "Why?"

"I don't know," she sighs, though she knows exactly why. It's either her or Killian and they're not going to blame him. He's their favourite.

"But you didn't. It's so unfair!"

"I know, kid. I know."

Even though she doesn't want to, she breaks down and confesses to Mary Margaret, after stopping by her house later that day. She tells her that it could possibly be Killian, since he was the only other one with the script.

"He wouldn't answer my question," she tells her over coffee. "He knows about my superpower."

Mary Margaret frowns, and doesn't speak. Emma can guess her internal struggle. She likes Killian but she knows Emma hasn't leaked the script. She trusts her friend more than a man she's met a few times.

When they tell David, he's livid. He wants to ring the show and 'give them a piece of his mind', but Emma stops him. They don't need even more of a reason to fire her and right now, the situation is looking bleak.

A week passes. It's torturous. She doesn't hear from Killian or Graham, but she has a few missed calls from Elsa. Deliberately missed, that is. As nice as Elsa is, Emma doesn't want to have to explain herself. Even if she did, there's a chance Elsa wouldn't believe her anyway.

Finally, she's called onto set, though not to film. She's asked to go to Belle's office, which she does, feeling very much like she's on a death march. She feels sick to the stomach.

The room is freezing, thanks to the air con. It does nothing to help that sick feeling. It just makes her feel as cold as her insides.

Belle, Gold and a few other producers sit in there. So does Grumpy, unsmiling. They all watch her with sombre expressions and it's horrible.

She stands in silence, hands clasped in front of her. She wishes the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. At the same time, she wants to punch something because it's all so unfair. She didn't leak the scripts - she has nothing to gain from doing so. And now her fate is in their hands.

"I really don't know what we're supposed to do here," says Belle. She sounds sad. She looks sad. Emma swallows.

"I know what you're all thinking. I know how bad it looks. But I didn't do it," says Emma through gritted teeth.

"It does look bad. And I don't know what to believe. I just-" she pauses, forehead puckering as she frowns. Emma assumes she's looking for the right words, so it surprises her when Belle says, "Did you hear that? It sounded like shouting."

Silence. Nothing. Belle shakes her head.

"Anyway, as I was saying, I don't know what I'm going to do here, Emma. I think -" She pauses again. This time, Emma hears it. It definitely sounds like shouting. "What is that?"

The door flies open. In runs Killian, breathless and wide-eyed. He looks a little wild.

"Killian!" says Belle.

Mulan comes running in after him, also breathless. She shoots a glare straight at Killian. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him. I told him he wasn't allowed in. I escorted him away, but he ran back. I'll take him away now." She reaches for his arm, but he shakes her off.

"Emma didn't leak the scripts," he says before anyone else can say anything.

"I don't see how you could possibly know-"

"I do know." He grits his teeth, glaring at the floor. "Because I bloody leaked them."

Emma is shocked, to say the least. She watches Killian, unable to believe it. He's admitting to it? Why? Why would he do that?

"Thank you, Mulan. You may go." Belle rushes to get out her words.

Mulan bows her head once and swiftly exits, door closing softly behind her. She leaves a deadly silence in her place. Emma watches Killian from the corner of her eye, but he doesn't spare a glance in her direction.

"You… did this?" Emma can tell Belle is aghast. She's hearing the words, but she's not believing them. "Why?"

"Because…" he swallows. His hands clench into fists at his side. "I was angry."

"Angry? Why? About what?"

Killian's eyes flicker to the other people in the room. "Perhaps we could do this in a more private setting? The issue is… delicate."

"I don't believe you're in a position to make arrangements," comes another voice. Gold's. "If you wish to salvage what remains of your job, you will speak here and now, regardless of how delicate the situation is." He's oddly smug, like he's fighting to keep a smile off his face.

"I agree," says Belle. "This is a decision that all of us will make. So we all need to hear what you've got to say."

Killian closes his eyes, very briefly, and opens them again. He exhales. "I was angry because of Emma."

"And why is that?" Gold presses.

Killian speaks as if every word is causing him pain. "Because she hasn't returned my feelings."

"Your feelings?" This time Gold does smile. Emma wants to wipe it off his face.

"Yes."

"What feelings might those be?"

"You bloody well know."

"Killian…" Belle sighs. "You've been on this show six years. You can't expect us to believe that this is responsible for a breach in loyalty. I can't believe it."

"Oh, I concur," says Gold. "Perhaps if you had further… proof of this…"

"I do," He clenches his jaw. "Not exactly proof, but it runs deeper than that."

"Well, go on."

"I don't bloody feel comfortable discussing it."

There's a long silence, where it's like all the air is sucked from the room. They're waiting, patiently, for Killian to give them something, anything to work with. Emma doesn't speak, she daren't, even when a full minute passes as Killian glares at the floor. Then, eventually:

"I kissed Emma."

She gives him a 'really' look, but he just stares back. That's private information. But Killian could have told them they slept together. He seems to be giving the bare minimum information.

"We know," says Gold. "We've seen it." His face twists, and Emma resists the urge to punch it. What's he playing at? He wants to draw this out as much as possible, and make them both suffer.

"I mean not on the show." His jaw clenches.

Belle lets out a small "Oh," of surprise. And then: "I don't think that's any of our bus-"

"It is if it's reasoning as to why Killian leaked the scripts," says Gold. "Go on… Killian."

"The point is, I leaked the scripts," Killian says.

He's lying.

A shock runs through her. He's lying. He's not telling the truth. She was wrong the whole time. Her heart softens, filling with shame and guilt and all these feelings she does her best to push away. She wants to reach out a hand to him, but she can't. Her hands remain stuck to her side.

"I still don't understand why," says Belle. She sounds exasperated. Her head is in her hands.

"Because I was hurt. Bloody hell. I was hurt."

"It still doesn't sound like something you'd-"

"Oh, I beg to differ, Belle," says Gold. "It sounds exactly like something he'd do. Mr. Jones has had a past of acting irrationally. Or have you forgotten what I told you when you casted him as Alexander?" Though he speaks to Belle, his eyes, cold like stone, are on Killian.

"I…"

"Have you?" He turns to Belle. She doesn't speak. "He's not above having an affair with a married woman. Why would he be above leaking a few scripts as revenge for unrequited affections? We all know he detests it when he doesn't get his own way."

Belle's torn face moves from Killian to Gold to Emma. A war seems to be going on in her head. When she finally speaks, her voice is soft. Disappointed. "You may go, Emma. I think we need a word with Killian alone."

Her gaze falls to Killian. He's staring straight ahead, eyes cold and unseeing. His hands are clenched so tight, they're white. Emma longs to reach out a hand, to place it on his locked fist until it softens and his fingers intertwine with hers. But she can't. She's too confused and her mind is running a million miles an hour. So she leaves and puts as much distance between her and the other room as possible. She ends up with her back against the wall, eyes closed as she tries to work through things.

He lied. Why did he lie? Now he faces losing his job, to Gold's delight.

Gold.

All she has to do is think his name, and then everything falls into place.

Now, Emma has never been slow but she hasn't figured this one out as quickly as she would have liked. She usually has a good idea of people, but her feelings for Killian have blinded her. It's only now that she's starting to realise. She needs to look past her feelings for Killian to see his own feelings for her.

So she does.

And it makes her realise something that she's known all along. Something that she didn't want to admit because it's simply not logical. Or it hasn't been. Now it's starting to make a little more sense.

Killian would never hurt her. Not in the way she believed he had. He didn't leak the scripts. He lied for her to protect her, for goodness sake.

And if he didn't, and she didn't, there is only one person who could have. One person who's had access to Belle's property this entire time, someone who would use whatever he can to put others at a disadvantage. To succeed.

Gold.

Gold leaked the scripts. And he was going to pay.

The door swings open, and Emma's head snaps over to Killian, who storms out the door. His face is like thunder, pale and angry, lips pressed together in a tight line.

Emma takes a step forward.

"Killian, I-"

"Don't bother," he says, holding up a hand to silence her.

He leaves her with one thought.

What have I done?