Extended scene: Flashback in Rumpelstiltskin's point of view.
Another long night at the bar. Jeff Allen, a once praised cop has been reduced to nothing. With several bandages on his body, many of his comrades congratulated him on being the 'bigger' man when it came to the case against his foster daughter. He was letting her run. There was the matter of his stolen car, but it had been retrieved, so there had been no need to go after her just yet. The other stolen car was found too.
But after that, she just disappeared. His wallet had been stolen, but so far, there hadn't been any withdrawals from his account. Oh, she had shown up at the house and managed to sneak in and get her stuff without anyone seeing her. No instances of her using a cell phone or even a computer. And the strangest part of all was her public files were all but gone.
'She's smart; he thought to himself, 'She knows how not to get caught'
Head in his hands, he felt guilt wash over his body. He'd do anything to make it right. A few days later, his wish was granted. As she left the town and passed on a toll road, her picture was captured on the camera, however briefly. Her hair was dark now, but he'd recognize those crystal blue eyes anywhere. She must be headed to Maine; he had seen the newspaper clipping she'd kept in her room. And tomorrow, he would begin his search for her.
The entire time, he never noticed that he was begin watched.
"Where am I" He heard his own lost sounding voice calling out.
Standing in front of a mirror, Jeff looked around. He was in an ancient looking castle. It was dark outside. Looking around, there were shelves everywhere with glowing bottles. Eyes squinting in confusion, he approached the shelves, hands reaching out for a red glowing bottle, marked, 'Fire'.
"Ah!" he cried out when it burned him. This sent him flying back, knocking him into a desk. Terror rising, he searched around the room, desperately searching for an escape.
"Now why would a grown man touch something labeled, 'Fire'?" he heard a strange, high chuckle behind him.
Jeff looked over the creature in front of him. The creature, or man, had a very sharp face, messy shoulder length hair. He had on what he could only guess was leather pants and an old fashioned shirt with a strangely designed leather jacket on top. It was the eyes that made Jeff stop. There were golden, and appeared to be glowing.
"Where am I? How did I get here?" Jeff asked him, voice growing frantic.
The creature advanced towards him. "Now, now, I brought you here because you asked. No need to be frightened"
"Is this a dream?" Jeff asked, voice becoming high pitched, "Who are you?"
"None of your concern. You wouldn't believe me anyways" Rumpelstiltskin couldn't resist swaggering close to the man, watching him twitch in fear, "Question is, why are you here?"
"The hell are you talking about?" Jeff sputtered, "Why are you dressed like its Halloween?'
Rumpelstiltskin rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. There was no fun in toying with someone like this. "You are searching for someone, are you not?"
Eyes lighting up, Jeff regained his composure. "You, you know where she is?"
"Indeed, I do" he said as he brushed lint of his jacket.
"Where is she!" Jeff was almost crying with relief, "Where is my Emma?"
"YOUR Emma?" Rumpelstiltskin couldn't help but sneer at him.
"I need to find her!" Jeff plundered on, not catching the warning, "If you know something, please, you have to tell me!"
"Oh indeed I shall…for a price"
"What is it?"
"I just need you to answer one question" Rumpelstiltskin couldn't even bring himself to make a jest. Instead he stood stark still as he stared at the man. "What would posses a man dedicated to helping others to raise a hand to a child?"
"I-I ne-need t-to make th-things right!" Jeff blubbered, thrown off by the question, "It was the booze! I, I didn't mean to do it!"
"Of course you didn't, dearie" Rumpelstiltskin circled the man, "No one ever means to do the things they do" he suddenly stopped and put a finger to his mouth as if he was pondering something. "Oh, if only everyone knew about the others"
Jeff began blubbering again to defend himself but he was waved off with a slight giggle. "Enough of the theatrics"
"I answered your question!" Jeff's face a bright red that could be seen even in the dark room, "Now, where is she?"
"She's home with her mother" Rumpelstiltskin grinned at him, "She found her not to long ago"
"Her mother? She's in Maine isn't she?" There was no response. "I-I need to make things right!"
"Yes, yes, I think I'm catching on to that!" Rumpelstiltskin let out a scoff and he continued to walk around the room, "And just how do suppose you'll do that?"
"I don't know" Jeff admitted with a sigh, "She was suppose to be my second chance. I wanted to be her father"
"Father?" he spat the word as he turned to the man, face twisted in a snarl, "You don't know the meaning of the word. I was a father once" Rumpelstilskin now began
circling Jeff again, "And I lost him-"
"Stop please!" Jeff cried as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"-when he was still a child" Rumpelstilskin continued on. "Do you know what fathers do? Fathers protect, fathers provide. Fathers" he whispered into Jeff's ear, smirking
as the man cried, "sell their souls if it means the child will be safe"
"I need to make this right!" Jeff ran a hand through his sweaty hair, "Please! I'll do anything"
Rumpelstiltskin stopped walking and let another scoff. This man was making it too easy. No matter. "Anything?"
"Yes, anything?" Jeff had a very determined look on his face.
"Now were talking"
"In other news tonight, Senior Police Officer Jeff. S. Allen was found dead in his home this morning in what appears to be an overdose. No foul play is suspected" Mr. Gold had a satisfied smile as he listened to the news, 'While officials are still searching for his ward Emma Swan, a file has turned up, left by an anonymous tip to check files of children he originally had in his home. It is well known that Officer Allen was a foster father to troubled teens. According to these files, Officer Allen abused several of them. In light of this, officials are now reopening to case where Miss Emma Swan allegedly attacked her foster father. More on that later tonight"