A/N: Surprise update! :) A short but very fun read to make up for my not updating last night. I hope you all enjoy it.

Whale sat at a corner bakery, picking up his cup of hot coffee as he was about to take a sip. When his phone rang, which made him mentally grunt as he placed his cup back down on the table to answer the call. "What do you want?"

"What the hell, Whale?" Killian's voice sounded on the other end of the phone, "You didn't say this was going to be a fucking massacre."

Whale smirked, "What did you expect, Killian? I trained her well. I warned your guys not to go in there, but they didn't listen."

"Yeah, well she will be dead by tonight, because I'm going after her myself." Killian hissed.

Whale adjusted himself in his seat, his brows shooting up in surprise, "Oh, really? If your dead mates couldn't get to her, what makes you think you will?"

"What, you have a bloody better idea?"

Whale nodded, "Always, yeah. I always have a better idea. Listen to me, I know Swan, alright? I know her weak spot. I trained her."

"Alright. So, what do you suggest we do?"

"It's simple. We wait." instructed Whale.

Killian stood from where he was sitting, "We wait? What good will that do? My bosses want the job done now, alright, we don't have bloody time to wait around like pussies!"

"That's exactly what we are going to wait around as my friend. We'll all be in one big pussy parade." Whale mocked, smirking as he knew that would anger Killian. And it did.

"You watch your damn mouth, Whale! Don't forget who you're talking to."

Click.

Whale tucked his phone back inside his suit pocket, his eyes looking up at the cop that was helping him with Emma Swan's case. "Women." He chuckled, rolling his eyes.

Patrick chuckled, showing off his wedding ring, "I hear ya. I'm married myself." He took a bite of his pastry, "Hey, what's with this Whale guy?"

Whale's eyes locked on the man in front of him, "What?"

"Victor Whale. His name keeps coming up in the files." Said Patrick, "He used to work with our suspect, Swan, right? Some sort of master of disguise, secret agent-type dude." He continued as Whale nodded, "I mean, I didn't read the whole thing but-"

"Of course you didn't." Whale took another sip of his coffee, not giving any indication of his nerves settling inside his stomach that his name popped up in the police files. "If you had, you'd know that Whale has been missing for nearly twelve years now. They worked together in the Ultra program in the CIA, but that went down in flames. End of story. Forget Whale. Let's focus on one psycho at a time."

Patrick nodded, not suspecting a thing about Whale being right in front of him, "Yeah, alright."

Knock. Knock.

Regina was all smiles at the sound of the knocks just outside her door. Emma had agreed to pick her up for their date.

"She's punctual, I'll give her that." Kathryn said, looking at the clock that marked 7:00pm.

"Be nice." Regina warned her, as she stood in front of the door. Her smile only growing when she spotted her favorite pair of green eyes and charming smile that shined only for her. "Hi."

"Hey, Panda." Emma smiled, her gaze falling on the brunette's body, which looked stunning. As always.

"Did you just call me panda?" Regina's brows furrowed, chuckling.

"Yeah, you know because you are cute as a panda. It's a nickname." Replied Emma, her eyes moving towards Kathryn who now stood behind the brunette. "Hi."

Regina turned towards Kathryn, "This is Kathryn."

Kathryn smiled, "I'm the best friend. Regina has told me all about you, but she didn't mention a name. And you are…?"

"Going to be late if we don't leave now." Emma smiled over at Regina, "I made us a reservation."

"Oh, sounds wonderful." Regina smiled, making her way out the door but not before looking at her best friend and saying, "Be a dear and lock the door on your way out?"

"Regina, you can't be serious-"

"I'll bring her back safely, I promise." Said Emma, looking over her shoulder. Her hand resting on the small of the brunette's back as she lead her towards her car.

"Regina! This is crazy, you don't even know her age!" Shouted Kathryn.

Regina stopped, looking over to the blonde, "You know, she's right. I don't even know your age."

Emma grinned, holding the door open for the brunette, "I'm twenty seven." She extended her hand, which Regina shook instantly. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure is all mine." Replied Regina as she mounted the blonde's yellow bug. She would love to know her name, but then again, she knew Emma would tell her when she was good and ready too. Things felt like they were going so well, and she loved the mystery that she was. She didn't want to lose that.

As for Emma. She wanted badly to tell her her name, but for her own protection, it was best she didn't know it just yet.

Indeed, Emma was sitting at their reserved table, enjoying a glass of bourbon. Her eyes lighting up at the sight of the brunette as she walked her way back to their table from the bathroom. In fact, she was sitting there thinking that she had never, in her life, seen a more beautiful pair of curves inside a blue dress.

She had it bad. That she knew.

She stood, pulling the brunette's chair back for her to sit. Exchanging a smile, as the brunette took her seat. She moved back to her own chair.

Regina took in the sight of the clothes the blonde decided to wear. A pair of dress pants, a blue dress shirt and her leather jacket. She knew how to dress, that was for sure. "You clean up nicely. I'm not quite sure about that jacket though."

Emma looked down at her jacket, "This is my lucky jacket. I've never parted with it. It's saved me from plenty of kills before."

Regina smiled, going along with what she thought was a joke, "I see, so it's like your shield from all the bullets that have had your name on them over the years?"

Emma chuckled, "Shield, yeah. I like that." Her eyes caught sight of another pair of eyes that were staring their way. Killian was sitting by the bar right across from their table, enjoying a glass of rum. She recognized him immediately. She knew what he was here for and there was no way she would allow him to ruin this date for her.

No way.

"Excuse me for a minute. I have to step outside for just a moment."

"Oh…" Regina's eyes followed the blonde as she stood, puzzled by her sudden action, "Okay."

Emma's eyes connected with Killian's as she finished up the remainder of her bourbon. She excelled sharply, nodding her head at him as he followed right behind her as they both stepped outside the restaurant.

"Listen," Emma spoke, as Killian turned to face her, "This really isn't a good time. I'm on a date, okay? And I really like this girl. So, could we possibly do this tomorrow? I could kill you at a park. Kill you at a beach, maybe we could rent a nice hotel room, I'll kill you there. You know, we could get a nice fruit basket and hold hands."

"Fuck you, Swan." Was Killian's reply.

Emma's eyes were on his hand as he was reaching for his gun. Her hand came up, catching his arm before her could even aim his weapon at her. A shot was fired off to the side, as her foot quickly kicked him in the stomach. Killian grunted in pain as she didn't let go of his arm, instead she twisted it, making him walk a few steps behind her before swinging him around, knocking him to the ground as she extended her other arm out for him to slam into hard. All while taking his weapon away from him. She took the magazine out, throwing both parts of the weapon on the floor.

"Are we done?" She asked, adjusting her jacket as she began walking back inside.

"Where the bloody hell do you think you're going, Swan?" Emma stopped as she held the door open, "I'm going to kill you and that bitch you're with."

Emma's body turned to face him again, her brow raised, "What?"

"You heard me." The swish of a knife being pulled by Killian was heard, "Let's go."

Emma began to remove her jacket, hanging it by a chair that was placed outdoors. "Now, why did you have to go and threaten her? That's not a nice thing to say."

While their fight was about to take place again just outside, Regina waited patiently at their table, unaware of what the blonde was doing right now.

"Alright, give me a second." Emma brushed her hair back, grabbing it into a messy ponytail.

Killian held onto his knife, chuckling as a smirk appearing on his lips, "Yeah, let me know when you're ready, princess."

Emma's feet did a sly dance move, dodging Killian's knife as he swung it in her direction. Her arm came up as she blocked another swing, then another.

Killian grunted with each swing, louder on the third one as the blonde twisted his arm, her other hand quickly smacking him across the face, and striking him directly on the chest with both palms.

A pop was heard that came from the blonde's neck, retaking position, knowing that the only way to stop this guy was to kill him. Just as she predicted, Killian threw another attempted strike, one that made her bend backward towards the ground, throwing a kick directly to his face. Her body spinned as her other leg threw a round kick to the man's arm, causing the knife to clank on the bare, wet pavement.

But, he wasn't about to give up just yet.

Two more swishing sounds were heard as Killian pulled out two more knives from behind his jacket. "You're dead!" He shouted, swinging the knives at her direction, only to grunt in pain. Emma was clearly too fast for him, His right swing was blocked with her left hand, his left swing was blocked with her right, her body twisted as if she were in a Dancing with the Stars competition, lifting up his arms above her head as she twisted his wrists with all her might.

"Fuck!" Killian grunted, clearly feeling the pain more and more as the blonde's body stood right with his.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Emma smirked, bending his wrists downward this time, causing him to get on his knees, all while she controlled his hands to end up on his chest as the tips of his own knives were directly at his throat.

She pulled him back up on his feet, grunts and all, keeping his wrists locked in her grip, stretching out one of his arms, as she bent the other inward towards his body. Moving him with one swift motion anyway she pretty much wanted to. She twisted one arm then the other, their faces only inches close. Her body made its way around him while she held him closer.

"Whoa!"

Both their heads turned to the sight of a guy on his cellphone, who had spotted them in what looked like a very weird, compromising situation.

"Don't mind us. One too many drinks." Emma said, as the guy silently went back inside the restaurant.

"Get off me!" Killian grunted as he managed to escape the blonde's grasp, his body slamming against the wooden fence. His eyes grew wide as Emma had tossed one of the blades directly near his face. So quick it dug into the fence. His nostrils flared up as he yelled out and charged right at her, only to be met with his second knife, which was now inserted directly into his throat.

Emma swiftly pushed him away from her, watching as his lifeless body fell onto the trash bags that were on the floor. She could still hear him gurgling on his own blood, but he was pretty much dead already.

"Alright, have you had enough now?" She asked, as a big red line of blood made its way out from the corner of his mouth, "You could have gotten blood on me." She let her hair down, fixing it as she looked at her own reflection through a car window that was parked right by them, "I just…" She sighed in frustration, "I want it to go well, you know. I really like her."

She grabbed her jacket from the chair, placing it back on around her body as she entered the restaurant. She grabbed onto a napkin that was by the bar, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead before joining Regina back on their table.

"I was wondering where you had gone," Regina smiled, "Did you have to finish a book on tape?"

Emma released a breath as she sat down, smiling, "I'm sorry about that. I had to kill someone in the parking lot. He was a real asshole."

Regina chuckled, "Of course. You are pretty popular if everyone just wants to kill you."

Emma chuckled, "You have no idea."

"Well, as long as it wasn't Robin." She wanted to joke too.

"Oh, no, are you kidding? I'm saving him for last." Emma smiled, "Hey, do you mind if I move right next to you?" She didn't wait for a yes from the brunette, she went right ahead and moved her chair right next to hers. In case anymore assholes decided to show up and try to ruin their date. Especially, she wasn't about to allow for anyone to hurt Regina.

"That's fine by me. I like this better, actually." Regina smiled.

"Yeah? I'm starving!"

"I'm sure you must be, after you just killed someone in the parking lot, you do look exhausted."

"Yeah, let's order some food." Replied Emma, lifting her hand up to get a waiters attention.

A pair of white knuckles rested on a desk. Hyde's breathing accelerated up and down rapidly as he stared into the eyes of his twin brother. Turns out, the man Jekyll had disposed of in that plastic wrap was Hyde's right hand man. He killed him with the plan to make it seem as if someone bigger than them, with more power was after him. That way he wouldn't suspect that his own brother wanted to have him killed.

"Alright," Spoke Hyde, "Run this by me one more time. What exactly happened? No, no," He lifted a finger, "How? Explain to me, how did this happen."

"What can I say? He fucked up, you know. I told him not to make that deal." Jekyll replied.

"You told him? You were supposed to be with him!" His voice raised an octave, "Explain to me, how you weren't with him- why weren't you with him when I gave you a direct order!"

A pair of female hands rested on Hyde's shoulders, as she drew in a deep breath, indicating that he should do the same. "Count to ten, Hyde."

Hyde's eyes closed, inhaling slowly, while he exhaled it out, "I'm fine. Thank you." His eyes opened, "Alright, brother. You said you had a plan? I'm listening."

"Well, I thought, what if I bring in someone I know? Someone good. She's an expert, she uh, is like Bruce Lee and James Bond all rolled into one." Jekyll replied, hoping he could bring Emma in here to force her to kill his brother for him.

Hyde shook his head, rubbing his temples, "No, no. I am not about to bring in someone nobody from the outside. That's how this whole mess started!" He stood, shaking his index finger, "No. I'm bringing in dad."

"Why the hell would you want to do something like that? Don't bring him into this, he's retired, he doesn't want-"

His hand shook with anger, "He doesn't want to hear about all the mistakes you keep making, but he does anyway, doesn't he?!" He grabbed a hold of a liquor bottle, slamming it against the desk as it shattered into a million pieces.

Jekyll rolled his eyes, "Oh, that's great, Hyde! That's eight years of therapy right there."

Hyde closed his eyes, taking in a few deep breaths as he felt the familiar hands on his shoulders again, "I'm fine," he counted rapidly, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…" A smile spread across his lips as he stared back at his stupid, stupid brother, "Alright. Alright, bring in your… so called professional and I will meet with her."

Jekyll grinned, "I'll do just that. Don't you worry."