She ran her hands over the coarse fabric of the couch and tried to figure out how to begin. All her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she still wasn't sure if this is what she should be doing, her thought tangled together like a sticky spiders web.
She was spared from having to begin when the officer spoke. "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I wouldn't want you calling me 'Officer' all night." He smiled. "I'm Killian Jones." The smile somehow made his eyes a little bluer, the sleepiness seeming to fade a bit from his face. Emma's throat felt a little less tight now. She smiled. "Emma Swan. But you...already knew that." She felt her cheeks start to turn red. What was wrong with her? It must be all the stress. She was never flustered around men. In fact, she intimidated most of them.
"So Emma, what brings you to my door step on this fine, late night? I doubt that it's my devilish good looks." He winked at her, trying to ease the tension, but it only made it worse. Maybe she should have thought harder about this. Wasn't there someone else she could talk to?
She took a deep breath "I know you aren't supposed to talk about your cases. But I think I can help your case, if you would let me. I would need to know some things first."
Killian leaned forward, clutching the steaming coffee mug in his hands. "Miss Swan, you know I cannot discuss the details of a case." Every bit of humor was gone from his voice.
"What if I'm a consultant, or something. Isn't there any way?" She was desperate and it was a long shot, she knew. But she wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt if she could help solve a murder, and didn't. Seconds later the lights flickered, distracting them both momentarily.
Killian looked away from the flickering lights, back to Emma. He looked thoughtful. "I suppose, if you were a consultant we would be able to discuss some details." He said slowly. Hope bubbled in Emma's chest. She sat up a little straighter and pulled a green throw pillow onto her lap.
"What was the... the victims name?" It almost made her sick to think like that. Calling a person a victim, acting like they were an it rather than a who . She knew that was just the way that things were done, and it wasn't meant with any malice. Still, she couldn't quite bring herself to think like an officer.
"His name was Robert Blackard. He was killed by two gunshot wounds to the chest, and found in the ally. That's all we've got for noiw. We don't know why he was there, or who he was meeting. Nothing." He shook his head, obviously disgusted that they had barely any evidence.
"I might be able to help with that." Emma said. "I may have, left out a few details when I was talking to the police."
Killian's eyes widened in shock. "Emma!" He admonished. "You can't lie to the police! You're going to get in trouble for this, and so am I." He ran and hand over his face, and worry lines creased his forehead.
"I was protecting Neal!" She snapped back defensively. "He asked me to tell no one, so I kept my word. But he refuses to tell me what happened, and there is a man dead. So I have to do what is right. We have to solve this case." She hadn't realized how hard she had been digging her nails into her palms. She looked down and saw little red crescent shaped marks. Balling her hands into fists, she turned away from Killian.
"Listen Emma, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I know how important it is to protect those that you love. Your boyfriend is going to be in serious trouble if they find out he was invoved. So if you want to protect him, and do what's right, you're going to have to tell me everything. Every little detail."
"He's not my boyfriend." She muttered. He looked up at her. "He isn't?"
"No. Well, he was." She stammered. "But...not anymore."
Killian didn't push further. "I see." He said quietly. He stood up and picked Emma's cup off of the coffee table. "More coffee?" He asked, starting toward the kitchen. Emma shook her head. "No. I should be heading home." The lights flickered again before going completely out. "Great." Killian muttered. "Bloody thunderstorms."
Emma's gaze shifted to the window at the exact moment that lightning cracked against the sky so brightly it illuminated the apartment in purple light. There was a shattering sound of thunder as Killian looked at Emma. "I don't thinks it's wise for you to go out in this weather."
"I need to call my parents."
Killian look at Emma in bewilderment. "Are you kidding, Emma? The power is out. Looks like you'll be staying the night."
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