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Portland, Maine
Killian stared across the small tourist ship at Emma and Henry as he continued to speak to Graham. Even though nothing could conceivably happen to them on this secure boat, he couldn't take his eyes off of them. He had the same fear Henry had, that someone would try to rip them away from each other. And it was a fear he knew wouldn't be easily squelched. It would take years of a nice quiet boring life for him to become comfortable with the idea that Henry and Emma were truly safe. That and Walsh and Neal behind bars for the rest of their miserable lives. Still, he grinned as Emma and Henry continued snapping photos and taking funny selfies as the tour boat sailed them around the harbor, "Killian?"
Killian focused his attention back on the phone call and on Graham's good news for them, "You're sure, mate?"
"He's being transported to DC to be tried by a federal court. After he's been tried for his federal crimes, he'll be tried for abuse, kidnapping and the bevy of other charges having to do with Emma and Henry. It ultimately doesn't matter what he's put away for, he's gone for life." Graham assured him.
"And what about the break in? Have you caught whoever he hired?" Killian asked.
"So far he hasn't admitted to anything." Graham informed him, "Now that doesn't mean he's not involved, but a breaking and entering charge is the least of his concerns, he has no reason to lie. And we've sent fingerprints up for testing. Don't worry, we'll find whoever it was and them put away too." Graham hesitated, "I'm just not sure they were hired by West."
"So you think it was Neal." Killian surmised, holding in a chuckle as Emma tried to pull back her long curls. The wind was whipping them around relentlessly. He'd gladly help her comb through them tonight. He smirked at the thought. Now if only they could get Henry to stay in his own bed for just long enough. . .
Graham hesitated, "By proxy." He amended.
Killian's attention snapped back to Graham. That hadn't been the answer he was expecting, "What does that mean? That Gold engineered it? My understanding is that he's allowed no visitors right now other than his counsel. And you said he's struck a plea deal. Why would he"
"Not Gold." Graham interrupted. "Who else may have a simultaneous interest in you, Emma, Henry and Neal?"
Killian shook his head even though Graham couldn't see him, "No, it doesn't make sense. Why would," he stopped himself, "look, if you think it's safe, we want to come home. With Walsh in jail and no one having heard from Neal in a couple of weeks, we're ready for some normalcy."
"We've agreed that you can come home." Graham consented, "But I've hired on Leroy and Scarlett to add to night patrol."
"You hired the only two people we ever arrest in Storybrooke to work night patrol?" Killian asked incredulously, "Are you bloody mad?"
"They're not hardcore criminals, mate." Graham protested.
"We met Emma because she brought Scarlett in after he stole money from Clarke." Killian reminded him.
"Look, we're doing rounds on your place daily. And they're still going to hang around the school to watch out for Henry. You and Emma have guns. I trust you will use them if you need to."
"I'll text you when we leave." Killian told him with an eye roll before hanging up and crossing back over to where Henry and Emma were.
"Make a funny face, Killian!" Henry requested.
Killian chuckled and dropped into a pose for the boy as he snapped a picture on the disposable camera Emma bought him at the gift shop where they'd purchased the tickets for the tour, "So I have good news for you two."
"We're having more lobster for lunch?" Henry asked with bright eyes.
"We can definitely do that, lad, but I have even better news than lobster." Killian's eyes sparkled as he looked between Emma and Henry, "Walsh has been arrested and transported to DC for a federal trial."
"What?" Emma asked quickly.
"We can go home, love." Killian told her in a quiet voice.
"We can go home." Emma repeated, pulling Henry in for a hug.
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Washington, DC
Walsh glared across the table at his attorney, "You were supposed to fix this." He murmured lowly, "I was not supposed to wind up in a federal prison."
His attorney, Mr. Jafar, grimaced, "I do apologize for that, Mr. West, but it seems you were not quite adept at masking the evidence of your dealings with terrorist groups."
"It doesn't matter what I was 'adept' at," Walsh reminded the man, "your job is to get me out of trouble and I pay you quite a bit to do that."
Jafar leaned forward, his amber eyes nearly glowing, "I'll see to it you don't spend your final days here, Mr. West. You have my word."
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Storybrooke, Maine
"They don't know who broke in, correct?"
"No, of course not." Jack Sparrow rolled his eyes. "But I did hear word that they were coming back today."
"Were you able to pin the crime on that husband of hers? And did you get what I need?"
"I left behind evidence for them to find," Elizabeth's voice echoed through the phone, "they'll know it was him."
"And what about what I needed?"
"It's here waiting for you when you arrive." This time Will Turner spoke. "And just how long do we have to stay in this god forsaken cabin waiting on you in this damn town?"
"We're flying in on Monday. Just be patient. And I'm bringing payment with me."
"A wire transfer would be"
"Traceable, Sparrow." There was a scoff at the other end of the line, "I thought you were supposed to be smarter than that? A captain in the Navy and all that."
"I can assure you, I was, but now I just want my money."
"And you'll get it." There was a scuffle on the other end of the line. "See you in three days."
"Well, it looks like we're stuck in this bloody cabin for another three days." Elizabeth muttered.
"Oh come now, I'm sure there are more," Jack ran his tongue over his teeth, "pleasurable activities we could engage in." He suggested.
Standing, she grinned down at him, "Oh, Will and I certainly shall." She spun on her heel and marched into one of the bedrooms.
"Bloody infuriating woman, isn't she?" Jack asked with an arched brow.
Turner rolled his eyes and picked up a book, "Leave her alone. I don't relish the thought of having to clean up a dead body after she's done dismembering you."
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When Killian parked the car in front of their apartment, he was a little surprised only to find Leroy parked out front in an unmarked car, clearly following Graham's orders. He waved a hello to them, but didn't approach. Shrugging, Killian and Emma hefted their few bags up the steps.
"I almost expected everyone to be here." Emma murmured to him as he slid the new key Graham had made and tucked above the door into the lock.
"Me too, guess they figured we may be tired." Killian responded.
"Can we go see Roland and Grace and Neal and Sammy and Alexandra?" Henry asked, ignoring the adult's conversation. "I miss them. And I miss Aunt Regina and Uncle Robin and Aunt Ruby and Uncle Victor." He whined.
"I'll call Regina once we're settled in, okay?" Emma patted his shoulder and kicked the door open.
"Surprise!" Emma, Killian and Henry both jumped back as they were met with a crowd of people in their apartment.
"For the record, I told them you all have had enough jumping out at you to last a lifetime." Regina stepped forward, pulling Emma into a hug, "Welcome home, Em."
Emma squeezed her hard, "Thanks, Regina." When she stepped back, Emma opened her arms, "Tink, you're back!" She cried out, "Thank you so much for everything you did down in Texas."
Tink hugged her tightly, "Of course." She whispered, "I'm just glad it's over."
"Me too, I think we're due for a nice long stretch of boring. Don't you?" Killian pulled Tink away from Emma to press a kiss to her cheek and hug her himself, "And thank you, Lady Bell, for your services."
"Do not make me sound like a hooker, Jones." She poked his chest and grinned. "Come on, let me get you guys some spiked cider. Oh, and I'm sure Ruby's pouring chocolate milk down Henry's throat as we speak."
"I doubt we'll hear him complain about that." Emma linked her hand with Killian's as she followed Tink into the kitchen for a glass of Regina's cider. Life could finally get back to normal.
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XOXO
MAS