Killian sighed as he pushed away from his desk and threw a look down to the clock on his computer screen. He'd been reviewing all of the different reports that had landed on his desk, while he'd been interviewing Regina Mills. But there was still nothing that would even hint in the direction of a viable suspect.

He stood up to stretch his legs for a moment, aware that he'd probably been at his desk for far too long. The slight rumbling of his tummy had him leaving the comfort of his office, to run down to the vending machines on the first floor, and he hoped that a little distance might help him come back to his work with fresher eyes.

With an energy bar and a can of soda in hand, he made his way slowly back up to his department, before dropping down into his chair once more. Killian still wasn't quite in the mood for going back to his reports though, so he decided to do something else productive, and typed Emma Swan into Google to see what kind of results it would give him.

Maybe the obsessive psychopath had been professing his love for her on social media?

His first hit was her official Twitter account, but a brief scroll through her replies showed that most of them were to others in the industry that she was obviously friends with, and the occasional question and answer session that she'd taken part in. He still made a note to have their tech team go through everything just to be safe, though.

The next link Google provided him with was for her Facebook account. The very first thing posted to the top of the page appeared to be live video that was about to begin. Killian pulled his chair a little closer to his desk as he hit the button to make the video full screen, and then waited to see what it was that she'd felt the need to share live with her fans.

In hindsight, he should have known that it would be coverage of one of the interviews she'd given that day. After all, he'd known that she had a busy morning ahead of her, promoting her new tour. But it wasn't until the video began that he realized what was going on. And by then, it was too late for him to navigate away from the page. She already had him completely enthralled.

Emma had clearly changed between her appearances, as the orange skirt and black blazer were gone, and in their place was a black satin dress, covered in silver and purple flowers. A sheer layer of white tulle added a few inches to the bottom of the hemline, making the dress fall to the middle of her thighs. But the three-quarter length sleeves and high neckline added an air of modesty to the look, which helped to showcase her unexpected maturity.

She'd swapped her shoes for a different pair of black leather pumps, and had released her hair from the ponytail it had originally been pulled back into, allowing it to flow in slightly messy waves around her shoulders.

Killian tried hard to tell himself that her hair absolutely wouldn't look the same way, after a night spent in the arms of her lover.

As she made her way over to the small stage that had been set in her honor, he found his eyes draw back to her trademark red lips once more. Emma pulled one between her teeth to bite down on gently, before she released it to take her place in front of the audience.

She looked absolutely stunning, and she hadn't even opened her mouth to start her set yet.

But when she did, Killian knew that he was done for.

He'd heard Ellie wax poetic before about just how talented her favorite singer was, but he'd never really gone out of his way to hunt down Emma's music to listen to it himself. So hearing her perform her new single that morning, live on national television, left him completely mesmerized. Her voice was stunning against the musical accompaniment that she'd paired with the track, rising and falling effortlessly without missing a note. The lyrics themselves were much deeper than he'd expected from the person he'd initially believed to be nothing more than a materialistic young woman.

Every little part of Emma Swan was completely enchanting, but when the pieces came together to make a whole, Killian could suddenly see why she'd become one of the biggest selling recording artists of the decade.

And why she'd attracted such an obsessive following.

He also finally understood why Ellie had been so devastated and angry, when she'd been unable to convince her father to buy her a ticket for one of Emma's tour dates. Because Killian would definitely pay good money to see Emma Swan perform live.

The sound of his office phone ringing cut through the room, and Killian jumped a little in surprise as it did. He'd been so caught up in watching Emma perform, he'd completely forgotten that he was still at work.

"Jones," he spoke into the handset, as he answered the call.

"Hey, it's Victor. I just wanted to let you know that your lawyer's prints matched the second set we pulled from the boxes. I'll put it into my official reports, of course, but I know how big this case is for you."

"Thanks, Vic. That's brilliant."

Killian disconnected the call as he clicked away from Emma's Facebook page and turned his attention back to the reports on his desk. Lusting over the key witness in their case wasn't going to get him anywhere, especially when there was someone still out there, killing innocent people.

He really needed to get his head in the game.

And possibly find someone willing to help him work out some of the sexual frustration, that was clearly building inside of him.

When he left work that evening, Special Agent Jones was still no closer to landing on a suspect than he had been that morning. The tech team had been sent details of Emma Swan's social media accounts, and were busy going through those to search for clues.

A quick scan of her Wikipedia page had also given him a few names of past boyfriends to bring in for questioning, but Killian wasn't hopeful that they would provide him with anything solid. Every single one of them had been pictured at some event or another, during the time of death for at least one of their victims. And Gold was certain that the murders had been the work of a single individual. But he didn't want to leave any stone unturned during his investigation.

The universe had apparently seen fit to taunt him that evening, as the moment he started the engine in his car, the radio came on playing Emma Swan's new single, and Killian couldn't bring himself to change the station.

It would feel like such a betrayal to an incredible talent.

Thankfully, his commute was not a very long one, and soon enough he was pulling into the parking garage of his building, and the spot that had been reserved for his car.

He wasn't much in the mood for food that evening, so after quickly sorting through the mail that had arrived that morning, Killian stripped down and jumped into his shower, hoping that the hot water would help to wash away all of the stress from the day. It used to work, before he'd been placed in charge of an investigation involving a series of homicides. But these days, it seemed like nothing could touch the guilt that was beginning to build in the bottom of his gut, every time another body dropped.

Killian turned off the water and toweled himself off, before making his way through to the bedroom. After pulling on a pair of shorts he climbed between the cool sheets on his bed and turned off the lights, hoping that sleep would claim him quickly.

It didn't.

The sound of his cellphone cut through the silence of the apartment, startling Killian awake and out of his dreams. He couldn't quite remember what they had been about, but he was pretty sure they had featured long, blonde sex hair.

"Yeah?" he croaked into the device, as he reached for the light on his bedside table.

"Special Agent Jones?"

"Yeah. Who's this?"

"It's Agent Styles, Sir. Local PD has just placed a call requesting your presence at a crime scene in Santa Monica. They've found another body."

"Send the address to my phone. I'm on my way," he told the rookie, as he disconnected the call with a sigh.

It was only three seventeen am, and Killian already knew that he was in for a shit day.

Emma's look here is based on Jen's look for a NY Post photoshoot in 2014.

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