I do not own Once Upon a Time.

Tara woke up the next morning with a headache the size of a pirate ship. First thing she noticed was she was not in her bed, or a bed for that matter. She sat up so fast she actually saw stars and landed on the hard floor. What the hell happened last night?

Then the past few days came back to her in a rush. Liam dying, finding Killian in this tiny town, she and Killian put a patch on it. Life needed to stop giving her reasons to drink this much. She sat on the floor, holding her head in her hands, wishing for the pounding to stop.

Tara gave herself ten minutes before attempting to stand up. Her hands clutched a chair and she stood up slowly. Her eyes fell on a water bottle, a small bottle of Advil and a note.

T- went to get breakfast. Be back as soon as I can. Your welcome. –K

She smiled to herself; he was such a good brother, at times. And she was fine waiting around if she hadn't scheduled a press conference at the town hall at noon. Whatever, they could eat on the way. She pulled on her boots and gathered jacket and clutch. Tara opened the dressing room door and found herself nose to nose with the woman from last night. And she wasn't alone. Apparently, some people needed backup.

"You're still here? Was he that good?" She asked harshly, and then peered into the empty room. "He's not even here; guess you weren't worth his time in the morning. I would have rocked his world."

"Amber, let's go before security comes." One of her friends told her, looking around the hallway.

Tara's fingers pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, I can't deal with you and my headache right now so I highly suggest you listen to your friend and leave or I will make you."

Amber's eyes narrowed at her. "Are you threatening me?"

This was not going to end well. Yes, let's pick a fight with the woman who took down a shooter two days before, brilliant idea. If Tara had been in the right frame of mind, she would have tackled the woman. Yes, that was the right frame of mind.

Tara swallowed hard, so much for lying low. She pulled the small knife out of her clutch. "No, I am simply informing you of the danger of continuing to stand in my way…" She played with the blade between her fingers. She had a habit of putting on a show. At least that's how Graham used to word it.

Amber stared and sized Tara up. And the woman came to her senses. "Come on girls, she's not worth the fight." She left the building with her friends.

Tara exited the building a few minutes later and almost screamed as she fought to get her sunglasses on. Who told the sun to be so bright?

She walked through the town hoping to see Killian coming towards her with food. Actually she wanted coffee more than food.

Ten minutes later and Tara was still wandering around the town minding her own business when a car pulled up next to her.

Now what? She thought.

Tara turned to see it was a cop car and of course the sheriff herself stepped out. So the sheriff was the blonde from the diner last night, the one who walked away when Killian attempted to flirt with her. Just Tara's luck. She stopped and put her fakest smile on her face. "Good morning Sheriff, can I help you with something?" Tara asked nicely.

"Morning. I got an anonymous report that you pulled a knife on an innocent bystander. I need you to come down to the station." The sheriff told her, leaving very little room for augment.

Amber was hardly an innocent bystander. Tara did not need this now, she really didn't. She had to get herself and Killian ready for a press conference at the town hall. But she did learn years ago not to mess with the police.

"Fine, whatever you need me to do Sheriff…" Tara had to take a look at the name tag. "Swan." She held out her wrists.

"It's Emma." The sheriff corrected her as she handcuffed Tara and led her to the back of the car. "I'm guessing you know the drill?" Emma observed when Tara settled in the back seat.

"Might have had a few run ins once upon a time." Tara remarked.

Emma settled into the driver's seat then sniffed. "Is that pot?"

Tara shrugged. "One hazard of sleeping on a rock star's couch."

"Didn't even bother with the bed? Must have been a memorable night."

"You're acting like the man has a bed." Tara shook her head. Why had Killian left his perfect life for this hellhole where he slept in his dressing room? Maybe it was the things people did when they were in love, of blinded by love.

The rest of the ride was silent. Tara observed the town's streets. She saw the inn she had already booked two rooms in. And not two blocks from that was the town hall. Good, everything was close.

The car stopped and Tara patiently waited to be let out.

"You're not going to try anything stupid?" Emma asked.

"No."

"Good." Tara was led inside and seated herself opposite the desk. Emma placed Tara's clutch on the desk and began to go through the contents. "One smart phone, a set of keys, one New York license for a Tara Sinead Cassidy. Sinead?" That wasn't a name Emma heard every day.

"I didn't pick it." Tara shrugged her shoulders.

Emma went back to her search. "And a pack of gum, some cash and lip gloss. You carry light, don't you?"

"Only carry what you need to." Tara told her.

"And look…" Emma pulled out the knife. "The weapon in question. Where's the 'it's not mine; line?"

Before Tara was able to answer, the office phone went off. Emma answered it and listened to the caller. Then she slammed it down, hanging it up. "Sometimes, I really hate this town." She went to one of the cells and opened the door.

Tara's eyes widened. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Not at all. I don't trust you wandering around the office. I need to run out. I thought you knew the drill?"

Tara reluctantly shook up. "It's been a while." She walked to the cell, Emma undid the handcuff. Tara stepped inside and turned around only to have the door slammed in her face.

"Thank you. Now sit tight. I still have to take your picture and do paperwork. Start thinking about who you are going to call for bail."

Then Emma finally left, leaving Tara alone in the station that was now dead silent. Now she was alone with her thoughts and without alcohol. Right now this was a horrible combination. She settled on the uncomfortable cot and tried not to think. There was too much going on and now she was behind bars.

She wasn't sure how long she was staring at the wall before new voices come into the station. Tara lifted her head to see Emma leading a very vocal Killian.

Emma! And she already showed up in the story but now she is named.

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