I do not own Once Upon a Time.
One short flashback here, it's the day Killian left New York and his siblings need to know where he is going.
"Hey, something's been bugging me since you surprised me in Storybrooke." Killian stared as he walked into Tara's office. He had barely knocked.
"What's on the mind of the great Killian Jones?" Tara didn't even look up from her paperwork.
"How did you know I was performing at the White Rabbit?"
To the untrained eye, there was no change in Tara's form. But to her brother, he knew she did her research. "Internet, your band's website." She answered logically.
"That was a last minute show. It wasn't on the website. Now that I think about it, how did you know I was in Storybrooke?" Killian asked.
Now there was no mistake. Tara froze as if caught in her own lie.
"You somehow knew that Milah… passed. You sent a condolence card. It's like you had someone on the inside…" Something dawned on him. "You had someone spy on me, didn't you?"
Tara slammed her hand down on the desk. "Of course I had someone spy on you! You are my little brother! I had to make sure you didn't do something stupid, again! I had to make sure you were still alive!"
Little brother, Killian visually cringed. Liam had been the only one who ever called him that. He was not emotionally ready to hear those words. "Who?"
"I'm not ratting him out." Tara stated.
"You rat everyone else out, why not add him to the list? Killian mocked.
Tara had a file in her hands when she reentered Liam's office. She was still reeling from the events of both last night and this morning, "Killian's apartment, just like this office, is cleaned out. Apparently, he took my 'walk it off' comment as 'walk out'." She placed the file on the desk. "He and Milah took a bus to a town called Storybrooke in Maine. Storybrooke is Milah's hometown." She had a few pulls at the police station.
Liam took the file and began to read. "Milah Gold, married to Robert Gold for three years, no children. Gold's a politician and a relator in town. And he's loaded. So she likes rich men."
"Killian fits the bill. I doubt he will answer our calls. We need someone on the inside, keep eyes on him in the town…"
"Doesn't Will's sister live in Storybrooke?" Liam had a stroke of brilliance. But Tara only looked at him confused. "William Smee, Killian's college friend. I trust him."
"So you want him here?"
"Within the hour, if possible."
"Liam, with me, anything is possible."
Alright, it took an hour and a half, but they cleared their schedules and had the conference room to themselves.
William Smee entered the room, confused and slightly scared. While he was very good friends with Killian, when there were more than one Jones siblings in the room, one tended to be nervous. They certainly had a reputation.
"So, Smee, your sister lives in Maine, right?" Liam asked.
"Yes, Storybrooke…"
"You close to her?" Liam continued. Tara remained silent. She let Liam do all the work, for now.
"Yes, she's my little sister. We're close."
"You should go visit her." Liam suggested. "I'm guessing you heard about Killian."
Smee shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No, what happened? Is he alright?"
"He's lying." Tara said suddenly. "Killian told you everything. You knew what he was planning."
"So this is the deal, you go to Storybrooke and spy on Killian." Liam informed him.
"Do I have a choice?"
"No." Tara was very firm with her answer.
"Make sure he isn't making more stupid choices. We will pay you well. Do we have a deal?"
"Yes, of course. Mr. Jones, Mrs. Cassidy." Smee rushed to stand up and shake their hands.
"I only did it because I care about you and worry about your well-being." Tara said quietly.
"You have a funny way of showing that." Killian huffed then left the office.
Tara slumped back in her chair, she hated this.
"Another Jones argument? Do I batten down the hatches?" Noelle stood in the doorway.
"I think we have fought more in the past few weeks than in our entire lives. When did it all go so wrong?"
They do seem to argue a lot. They both have made wrong choices.
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