Hello people! Sorry this is short. But I needed to end it how it does so...well, you'll see what I mean when you read it.
I'll try to upload a new chapter every week.
I'm not sure if this is going to work how I want it to so, don't expect anything amazing from me :/
Anyway, here:

8pm. Time to lock up.

Belle's father had left the library an hour earlier to get some 'business sorted out around the town.' She was in charge to lock up. Belle didn't mind that her father left. She hardly ever saw him anyway, with him always being cooped up in that little office of his. She actually preferred it when he wasn't around. She could wander round the shelves without worrying about her father coming out and demanding that she return to her desk immediately. Belle had more freedom without him.

So she collected her book from the desk before quickly snatching up the keys from her father's office.

Belle closed the door behind her after switching off all the lights and taking out the keys to lock the door. Just as she heard the door click, telling her it was locked, she felt someone grab her waist, making her drop both the keys and book.

Gasping as she was pulled backward, a hand quickly clamped over her mouth, and someone pressed their mouth to her ear,

"Shh." they whispered. Belle's heartbeat grew faster and faster every second this person's arms were around her waist.

So she quickly made her attempt to free herself from their grip and they surprisingly let her go.
Belle turned around to see the very man that had been imprinted into her mind for the whole day.

"Rumplestiltskin!" she hissed. The imp grinned with humour at his annoyed little Belle.
She bent down and picked up her book and keys, and he soon found himself being whacked with the hardback on his arm several times. "Don't, do, that!" she almost shouted, using each word to hit Rumplestiltskin harder on the arm, and he laughed. Amused at his love. She was annoyed, but couldn't help smile.

"Okay, okay, Belle. Stop." He asked, still laughing slightly. Belle stopped with a frustrated sigh and let her arm fall to her side.

"Why did you do that?" Rumplestiltskin laughed again, and Belle gave him another thwack on the arm to shut him up.

"You have quite an arm for such a delicate little rose." He smiled, rubbing a hand on his beaten arm.

"Why did you do that, Rumplestiltskin?" she repeated.

"I'm sorry Belle. I wanted to surprise you. I didn't expect you to get so scared." He managed a calmer voice now. The hint of guilt in Rumplestiltskin's voice made Belle smile.

"You surprised me alright." she smiled. "I guess I just overreacted." Belle dipped her head a little, trying to hide her embarrassment. Then when she looked back up she grinned, "Don't do that again." Belle pointed the book at Rumplestiltskin as a warning. Nonetheless, he smiled, and took her other hand. She quickly pulled away and shook her head, "We're not supposed to know each other. Remember?"

Rumplestiltskin, sadly, did remember. They weren't supposed to be seen together. His smile faded and he took a step back, starting to leave. The street was practically empty but they couldn't risk it.

"Yes." He said simply. Belle's smiled faded too.

"Then how are we supposed to see each other?" her voice cracked a little, clearly showing her sadness. There was silence between them as they both considered the question.

And Rumplestiltskin was quick to think up of an idea. It wasn't ideal, but it'll have to do for the time being.

"You could meet me in the back of my shop every lunch." He suggested. And Belle's face lit up with a beaming smile.

"Okay." That way no one would see them, and Belle could tell her father she was going to see Ruby or something. She would have to think of an excuse later. "One o'clock, tomorrow." She nodded.

"And every day after." He added, then quickly looked round. "I don't suppose we're even supposed to be seen talking. I haven't met you, after all." Belle smiled sadly and sighed.

"No." she quickly looked around too. "No one's here at the moment." She said hopefully. By now, all the shops were closed and no one really had any reason to be walking in the streets. Rumplestiltskin took a step forward. Without thinking twice, Belle quickly put her arms around him and hugged him tight. He did the same and kissed the top of her head. He whispered into her hair, it tickling him as he spoke,

"See you tomorrow." Both of them knew it was too risky to do anything more but hug. Unfortunately, this was just one of the many sacrifices they would have to make if they weren't to be found as an insane couple that kissed on their first meeting.

The hug had only lasted about three seconds before they pulled away.

"See you tomorrow." Belle replied back. And they both turned and left. Forcing themselves not to look back behind them.

The next morning.

Emma had found Kathryn at the back of the café yesterday. She could finally rest over this case. That was, until Henry had told her about Mr Gold and Miss French. Of course she didn't believe him about them remembering their previous lives in fairytale land. But she had no reason not to believe him about them kissing. This interested Emma. She was going to find out about this. Unless it was just one another of Henry's little stories.

The saviour was walking down to the sheriff's office when she passed the pawnshop. No one was inside. That was unusual. Mr Gold always seemed to be hanging around in there. Not to actually do his job, but waiting for some unfortunate person to walk in and make a regrettable deal with him.
So what was so important that he wasn't there for?

The same thing happened when she passed the library. No one there. Miss French is usually there all the time. As far as she knew, the town's librarian didn't have much of a social life. So where could she be?

This whole Mr Gold and Miss French thing was making Emma even more suspicious now that she saw that both of them were out of their place at the same time. Maybe Henry was telling the truth. About the whole kissing scene, she quickly reminded herself, not the curse.

When Emma got to the office she realised she didn't actually know much about the town librarian: Miss French. She decided to look her up in the towns files. She immediately went straight to the cabinet and fiddled through the files, soon realising she didn't even know her first name. Just look for French. She thought.

She quickly scanned the files looking for the name of French. And soon enough there it was. Emma grabbed the file and slumped into her chair, put her feet up on the desk, and opened the file.

Belle French

Age: 31

Family: Father, Moe French. Mother, deceased (date of death unknown)

Employment: Librarian

Marital status: Unmarried

Additional information: Discharged from the psychiatric hospital in February 2012. That was only a year ago, she thought.
Was known for tantrums and screaming when around the local pawnbroker: Mr Gold.

Emma found herself frowning a little at this part. Mr Gold? What was so special about the pawnbroker that she only freaked out around him?

Only recently finished recovering with Dr Hopper from minor psychological problems. Strongly recommended to be reported to Mayor Mills if any suspicious behaviour occurs again.

Suspicious behaviour? Emma read through the file again, trying to match up the description it gave her to what little she knew about the woman. She definitely would never had guessed that she was recovering from psychological problems.

Report to Mayor Mills?

Emma dropped the file on the desk in front of her and looked at the phone. Without a second thought she picked it up and dialled the number.