Emma and Killian had been sitting at the counter with flashlights directed at paperwork. They had found plenty of information but none that could lead them to where the delinquent was possibly hiding.

"Emma?" Killian spoke up.

"Yeah?" She barely raised her head from the papers.

"Hey so I saw some pictures of what I assumed were you and your parents. You all looked so happy. What were they like? "

Emma seemed to concentrate deeper on her work. "Already told you about them. They died when I was 5." She was clearly avoiding to give details.

Killian put the paper down. "Yeah, but what else? Come on. You obviously have a lot of memories of them. You have all these items in your closet and you don't"

Emma finally looked up from the papers and scowled. "Yeah well you shouldn't have been snooping around there in the first place."

Killian sighed. "Look I'm just trying to be your friend. I mean perhaps it'll make you feel better about-"

"I feel fine. I don't need friends or you judging me. We're work partners and if you're not going to help with this right now, then go away." Emma said with a hostile expression on her face.

Killian was fed up so he stood up. "Fine. I will. I'm tired anyways." He turned off the flashlight and handed it to her.

Before he turned the doorknob he looked back at her. "You can't hide behind your walls forever, Swan."

Emma had just woken up when she heard loud knocking on her door.

"What the hell?" She said as she opened the door and Killian walked past her.

"Did you see it?" He asked and pointed to her desk.

"See what? Dude. I just woke up."

Killian inspected the wires near her desk.

"I see the wifi is on now. Looks like your landlord got things working again." He reached for Emma's laptop and starting typing away. He then picked it up so Emma could see the screen better. The man they were after had posted 3 new photos. A selfie and two landscape photographs of what seemed like woods. No captions or locations.

Emma nodded slowly. " Yes. I see. This helps so much. Woods. We'll just go running around all of them. Will probably take us a year or two but yeah we just might find him." Emma ran her hand through her hair. If the photos didn't work what else could they do?

Killian saw Emma's frustration and laughed. "Do you seriously doubt me? I know exactly where he is."

Emma stood up straighter in relief. "You do? How?" She began thinking of the possible ways Killian could have tracked him.

Killian's lips curled into a smile. "There was no need for tracking. The place you see here. I've been there multiple times. I know exactly how to get there."

"That's great! Okay. I'll go change and we can go." Emma rushed off to her room.

—

An hour later Emma was driving towards a really big house at an end of a street.

"This doesn't look like the picture..." Emma said rather disappointed. Killian had refused to give her any direct address and instead had just given her commands such as " Take a left" or "Turn right."

"That's because this isn't the place."

Emma stopped the car immediately. "Then what the hell are we doing here?"

"This is my home. Well temporary home. Swan, welcome to the Jones' residence."

Emma's jaw dropped. "You led me to my own boss' house."

"Relax. He and my mom left on a trip late last night. The only one we're probably going to bump into is my sister. She looks after the house while they're away because she doesn't trust me with the garden."

That's when Emma noticed the lady near the edge of the front yard with a pair of trimmers in her hands. She was working on the bushes. When she heard the door of th car shut she turned around, finally noticing them.

She didn't look anything like Mr. Jones or Killian. In fact the woman seemed to be of latin descent. She had short black hair that fell on her shoulders. She wore a plain white t shirt with a red plaid flannel shirt over it. She began to take off her gloves and waved at Killian.

"Killian! I told your to help out Mom and Dad with the bushes while you were staying here. They are such a mess. I can't believe you didn't even try" She scolded him. She didn't have an accent like Killian did. Emma assumed she and not studied at a foreign boarding school.

"A 'Hello, Killian. How are you' would have been nice before you started yelling at me."

She laughed and gave him a hug. Emma awkwardly stood aside.

"Emma, this is my sister, Regina. Regina, this is my work partner, Emma."

Regina smiled at her. "Oh so you're the Emma my dad always talks about. I hear you're the best in the company. It's so nice to meet you. Could I offer you something to drink? Lemonade, coffee?"

"Actually, Regina, I just came to get my keys. We're working on a time based case." Killian said as he rushed inside.

"You got my brother to work on a Saturday? Well, that is something I never thought I'd witness." Regina said in disbelief.

Emma laughed. "Well, it really is an important case so we're just trying to catch the criminal before he escapes."

"Well, I wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks"

Regina looked back towards the door of the house then stepped closer to Emma. "Hey. Can I ask you a favor?" Her voice suddenly got low.

Emma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Um. Sure?"

"I know my brother can be annoying sometimes..."

"Well, thats an understatement." Emma replied.

Regina smiled. "Try growing up with him. Trust me nothing compares to how annoying he used to be." Regina paused to make sure Killian wasn't near the door. "What I wanted to ask you is that you go easy on him with this whole partner thing."

Emma crossed her arms. "Why?"

"Well he didn't want the job. Dad made him do it. You see, Killian is an artist and ever since we were kids that has been his dream. Dad told him that it was silly. Yet Killian tried again and again to get a job, but no opportunity came. My dad got fed up and gave him a year to give it up. A year went by and Killian still had nothing to do so Dad said that he would place Killian in charge of the company."

"I didn't think he could draw..." Killian didn't seem like the type to be artistic. Then again he didn't seem to be the kind to be solving crimes.

"He draws amazingly, but now he's stuck doing this job."

"A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets." Emma said.

"I would say that were true if I hadn't witnessed myself how much he fought to become a well-known artist. All his dreams were just crushed. So if he messes up or something please, I'm just asking you to help him out. Letting go of your dreams isn't exactly easy."

Emma stared at the ground. "Yeah tell me about it." She looked back up and nodded. "No worries. I'll try my best to make sure be becomes the best president of Jones & Co."

Regina grinned. "I appreciate it."

A minute later Killian was walking out throwing up a set of keys.

"Shall we go detective?" Killian raised up one side of his lips in a smile.

"Seriously how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me detective."

Regina waved goodbye to them and continued with the garden.

Emma got into the car. "So where exactly are we going now? Are you gonna lead me on a wild goose chase again."

"Of course not, love. We have a case that needs to be solved." He smirked at her. " The place we're going requires a bit more than your yellow car."

"What do you mean? More than my car?"

"The place requires a small trip across the river to an island."

"How the hell are we going to get across a body of water. We should have been figuring out how to rent a boat or something." Emma yelled at him, but Killian was smiling.

"Relax. It just so happens I have a ship."

—

Killian pointed to an old wooden ship at the end of the harbor and jogged to it. Emma walked hesitantly behind him. Out of all the other ships it was definitely the one that stood out the most. As they drew closer Killian grinned. He looked so proud of introducing Emma to his ship.

"This is me ship right here."

Emma looked at it unimpressed. "You spent time and money on a worn down old ship that you probably barely use?"

"Worn down? That is no way to speak to the Jolly Roger."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "The Jolly Roger? As in the ship from Peter Pan?"

"Aye. Was one of me favorite stories as a young lad."

"What's with the pirate talk?" Emma shook her head. "Never mind let's just go."

Killian bowed. "After you m'lady." He extended his hand to help her go up the steps.

Emma didn't take his hand. "Whatever, Captain Hook. Lets get this old wood moving." She climbed aboard.

"Hey! No insults to the Jolly Roger will be tolerated. That's bad form...and for the record she is a fine ship."

Emma shrugged and laughed and Killian began to sail the ship.

Sorry this wasn't as eventful. Hope you enjoyed and want to continue reading. Will update tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Promise :) Feel free to leave any review, comment, suggestion, prediction down below. Thanks for reading!