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Killian and Emma get alone time!

She had a tip, Emma Swan finally had a tip. It had taken a week, but she finally had something. She was able to trace the weapon to a gun shop in Brooklyn. Now she got to go there and check the paperwork. See if Peter bought it or if someone bought it for him.

Emma had to force herself not to run across the office to Tara's office. She had barely knocked before opening the door. "Hey, I got a lead."

Tara was sitting at her desk, talking on the phone. When she saw Emma, she held up a finger. "Thank you again, Archie. We are taking it one day at a time. Say hi to your father and your siblings. We should meet up for drinks or something next time you are in town. Alright, good bye." Tara hung up. "That was the second largest shipping company. They were out of the country when Liam… well you know. They were finally able to contact me."

"Are you always that friendly with the competition?" Emma kept seeing a different side of Tara.

"Marco was one of my father's friends. Liam, Killian and I grew up with August, Skye, and Archie. Our businesses never overlap. We have a truce of sorts. You said something about a lead?"

"Yeah, I found the gun shop that supplied the weapon. I am going to check the paperwork."

"Okay, good, go." Tara said, her mind was clearly elsewhere. Emma turned to leave. "Wait, Emma do me a favor. Please take Killian with you." Emma froze. She had promised herself she wouldn't be alone with Killian again. "He's been pacing this office like a caged animal. Either that or he's blasting his music…"

"Oh, that's what that noise was yesterday?" Emma asked.

"These are not sound proof walls. I left here with a margarine last night."

"You want me to take him off your hands?"

"Basically. Look, I have dealt with him since day one. You can take the reins for a little while." Tara studied Emma's reaction, there was little to no spark. "Most women would be jumping at the chance to go somewhere with Killian."

"I'm not most women." Emma was very proud of that fact. "Your brother is full of himself."

"I know. How did he word it once? 'I don't flirt, I just talk. It's not my fault everything I say is smoother than the cream cheese spread on your bagel.' I threw up a little in my mouth after that line." Tara cringed at that memory.

"Wow, he is something else. I'll take him with me and we will be back as soon as we can." Now Emma knew she could leave without Tara stopping her. She half stepped into the hallway.

"Emma…"

So close.

"Thank you." That was a genuine thank you and smile. Emma never thought that was possible.

"Your welcome."

Tara watched Emma leave and leaned back in her chair. She had seen denial in Emma's eyes. There was a little something between the detective and her brother. Killian wouldn't say a thing with Tara or anyone else for that matter. Emma didn't only have to convince Tara there was nothing, she had to convince herself.

Emma was going to be the bigger person. She was a grown adult. She could handle one overly cocky guy. She knocked on Killian's door. It was quiet inside. Was he out?

She slowly opened the door and saw Killian standing by the window, just staring out.

"Hey I got a lead. Want to come with me to check it out?" No answer, she ventured closer and saw he held his pendent and whispering words under his breath. She was always wondered what was on the chain he always wore.

What was with her and interrupting the Jones kids when they were in the middle of something? Emma stayed quiet, unsure when to speak up.

A minute later, Killian turned to face her. "Trying to sneak up on me, Swan?" His face held a grin.

"You wish. I got a lead, you want to come with me?" Emma asked. She avoided saying that Tara asked her.

"Sure, of course I want to come with you." Killian grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair. It was the first time Emma had seen that jacket at the office. Killian had been dressing very professionally at the office. Navy blue suits that brought out his eyes, not that she noticed, much.

They walked down the hall and entered the elevator.

"What were you doing when I walked in?" He looked at her curiously at her inquiry. "If you don't want to answer, it's fine. I don't want to pry."

"You find me interesting, don't you?" He chuckled but held up his pendant, it was accompanied by a Celtic cross. "This is my St. Brendan medal. I was saying a quick prayer to him. My mother started the tradition with my siblings. Then my grandmother continued the tradition with me after my mother's death. We say a prayer to our saint on their feast day."

Would this man ever stop throwing her curve balls at her? "You don't seem like the religious type." She observed.

That earned her a grin. "I'm not per say, but somethings from your childhood stick with you." There was a far off look in his eyes.

"Who's St. Brendan? What's the prayer?" Emma hated to admit, but she was very curious.

"Legend has it that St. Brendan reached North America in a tiny boat before the Vikings. He was one of my mother's favorite saints." Killian took a deep breath. "Help me to journey beyond the familiar and into the unknown. Give me the faith to leave the old ways and break fresh ground with you. Christ of mysteries, I trust You to be stronger than each storm within me. I will trust in the darkness and know that my times, even now, are in Your hands. Turn my spirit to the music of heaven and somehow make my obedience count on You."

Emma could only stare. The only thing she could recite was the president's speech from the movie Independence Day. She wished she had memorized something smarter, like the Declaration of Independence.

"Do you want to stop for coffee?" Killian offered. Emma nodded. They walked into the corner shop. "Morning, hazelnut coffee and…" He said to the girl behind the counter before turning to Emma. He didn't know what her drink choice was.

"Hot chocolate with cinnamon." Emma answered. Killian almost shook his head, but she stopped him. "Somethings from your childhood stick."

They shared a smile.

Well, that didn't lead to much. They exited the small gun shop. The paperwork was clear, Peter had purchased the gun a few years ago. Apparently he spoke of hunting, so him buying a gun wasn't out of the ordinary. But, as Emma pointed out, buying a revolver should have been a red flag. Peter had a license for it, there was nothing illegal about it. However, what he did with it was very illegal.

Emma had been so positive about their trip. She wanted to find motive. She wanted to find something.

Now the walk back was uncomfortable. Emma fully expected Killian to say something, anything about their kiss. But he was silent. Maybe it was because he had a lot on his mind.

"What's on your mind, Swan? Besides the case?" He suddenly asked.

She jumped. "Who said there's something else on my mind?"

"Open book, remember? What's troubling you?"

"You." She hadn't meant to be that blunt. "You're awfully quiet about your latest conquest." No comment back, just confusion from Killian. "Me, outside the Mark…"

"You are not a conquest." Killian stated. She could hear the disgust at her word choice. "The ball is in your court, Swan."

And Killian Jones just kept surprising her. He called her Swan twice in less than a minute, that was a new one. "You used to play sports, didn't you?" Emma guessed. Killian sent her another confused look. She certainly kept him on his toes. "Swan, last name. That's a jock thing to do."

"Baseball, in grammar school and high school. Didn't pursue it in college, I got very into music."

"And now you run a multi-billion-dollar shipping company. How did that happen?"

"My last name is on the door." Killian stated the obvious then shrugged. "I didn't have a choice."

Emma felt she had to change the subject. "Anyone else play sports?"

"All three of us played something. Liam did football until he graduated college. And Tara…"

"Let me guess, cheer leading?"

Killian grinned. "No, lacrosse, she was captain her senior year. We don't like sitting on the side lines and watching. Never have."

"So that explains why you want to follow up on leads with me."

"Maybe I just enjoy your company."

Aww, they are cute together. The childhood things are important. Faith and tradition are very important to Killian. I also like that Tara is warming up to Emma, finally.

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