"Guess who," Killian said as he put his hands before Emma's eyes.

"The guy I asked to meet me here?"

"And who is that?"

"Greg."

Emma turned around to face Killian and he let his hands fall back to his side. "I can't believe you have already forgotten my name," he said, faking a offended expression.

"You're such a drama queen," Emma said and rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her face as she did so.

"Oh, but you like it," he said and stepped closer. "Now, Swan, why did you ask me to meet you here?" he motioned with his hand around them, the docks.

"I need your help with something."

"With what?" he asked curious.

"You know the coma patient that had woken up, right?" Killian nodded. "We discovered that his name is David Nolan and that he has a wife, Kathryn Nolan."

"You mean that blond wench is married?" he asked in disbelieve. Emma bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing at the way he always talked so old fashion.

"Yep, and she is cheating on David," Emma continued. "But first we have to find out more about them. So, I need you to become best buddies with David Nolan."

"And why exactly are we going to interfere in someone's life that we don't know?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My Mom has a crush on him, even if she doesn't admit it." Emma crossed her arms. "I don't know but there is something between them and even though they don't know each other that long he makes her smile and all I want is for my mother to be happy."

"That's really sweet of you," Killian said and looked at her in awe. "So, what's the plan?"

"David Nolan?" Killian asked when the front door opened and a tall blond man with blue eyes stood in the doorway.

"Yeah," he said confused.

"It's me," he pointed at himself. "Killian. Best friend from collage?"

Emma had told him about the plan. He had to become best friends with David so that Lily and Emma could keep a close eye on Kathryn. This way he could also get some information and do a good word for Mary Margaret. He felt a bit guilty though, using David's memory loss to his advantage.

"Oh, Killian!" David said but he saw how he still didn't recognise him. Mostly because they didn't know each other. "Uhm… come in."

"Good to see you again, mate," he said as he walked past David. He started looking around, just like Emma told him to. There were hardly any photos of David and Kathryn together. David led him to the living room. "So where's your lovely wife?"

He looked confused for a second before he seem to remember. "Oh, Kathryn. She's out with some friends."

"Shouldn't she be at home with you since you just came from the hospital?" Killian asked and walked around the room.

David shrugged, "She said I could always call her if somethings wrong."

"It doesn't really sound like you mind her being gone."

"I just needed some time alone to think," he said with a nervous laugh. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Sure, water is fine."

As soon as David left the room he grabbed his phone and started texting to Emma.

Kathryn's out with her friends.

Hardly a minute later Emma responded.

Anything else?

There are no photos of them together in the house and he doesn't really seem to mind her absence.

Strange…

He heard David re-enter the living room.

Have to go, love. Talk to you later.

David handed Killian his glass of water and sat down in an armchair. "Who were you texting? If you don't mind me asking."

"It's fine. I was texting Emma, my… girlfriend." Was she his girlfriend? They've been on one date so far and they had planned a second one next week. Maybe it was a bit early to call her his girlfriend but it was going to be much easier if David just believed that. And some part in him hoped that it would become the truth one day. He probably also shouldn't mention that Mary Margaret is Emma's mother. It wasn't hard to convince because Mary Margaret was fairly beautiful for her age, she almost looked the same age as Emma.

A plan formed in his head and he grinned at David. "You know, tomorrow we are going for a sail with Emma and a friend of hers, like to join us?"

"I don't know," David said hesitatingly.

"It would be just like old times."

David thought about it for a minute before asking, "Who's her friend?"

"Mary Margaret."

At her name David's eyes lit up, gotcha. "Okay, why not," he said and smiled. Killian smiled back and felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

"Do you mind?" he asked and held his phone up. David shook his head. Killian walked out of the living room into the hallway, making sure he was out of earshot before answering.

"Hello, love," he said.

"Killian, you have to get out of there. Kathryn is on her way back home," Emma said on the other line.

"Alright. I'll see you back at the loft."

"Okay, please hurry. She's almost there."

"Don't worry, Swan. She won't even know I was here." He could practically see Emma roll her eyes.

"That's the plan. Now go."

Before he could say anything else she hung up. He put the phone back in his pocket and walked back into the living room.

"Sorry, mate. Something had come up and I have to go. I'll text you the details about tomorrow."

"Okay, it was nice seeing you again," David said and stood up.

"See you tomorrow," Killian said and walked out the room and opened the front door.

"Bye," David called after him. Killian closed the door behind him and walked the few steps down the porch. Just when he left the front garden he recognised Kathryn's car turning around the corner.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath and made a run for it, hoping she didn't see or recognised him. Only when he was sure he was out of eye sight he slowed down and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

He walked to the loft, luckily it wasn't that far. He wondered what Emma and Lily found out and if Kathryn was really out with her friends or with her 'boyfriend'. He entered the building and walked up the stairs the Emma and her mother's apartment. He was about to knock when Emma opened the door.

"There you are," she said in a form of greeting and walked back into the apartment. He followed behind her and closed the door.

"So what did you find out?" he asked.

"Kathryn lied to David. She was indeed out but again with the guy we saw her with yesterday," Emma answered.

"I looked the guy up," Lily said and turned the laptop screen wo them so that they could see. "His name is Frederick. He works for her father and is a close family friend. They seem to have a secret relationship no one knows about."

Emma and Killian looked at Fredericks Facebook page. The entire time Mary Margaret had been sitting quietly on the couch. Emma noticed her mother's strange behaviour and walked over to her.

"Are you okay?" she asked gently and sat down next to her.

"Yeah," Mary Margaret said a bit absent. "I just think that this all is wrong."

"Why?"

"Why can't we just tell David instead of lying to him and spying on his wife?"

"Because we don't know if it's true. We need to have proof."

Mary Margaret shook her head. "I still feel guilty."

"I know perhaps something that would help," Killian said, making Emma and Mary Margaret look up. "Tomorrow the four of us are going sailing. You, Emma, David and me."

"You sure that's a good idea?" Mary Margaret asked unsure, but Killian noticed how her eyes lit up at the idea of spending a day with David. Just like David's eyes did when he told him that Mary Margaret was coming too. There was definitely something between them.

"Of course, that way you two could get to know each other."

"That's actually a great idea, Killian," Emma said a bit surprised.

"Does that really surprise you, Swan?" he asked with a smirk. Emma stood up from the couch and rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her lips.

"Lily, do you want to join us tomorrow?" she asked Lily as she walked over to her.

"No, I'm good. Not a water type. While you are gone I could keep an eye on Kathryn," said Lily.

"Okay." Emma glanced at the clock before looking back at him. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"No, I think I'm going home. If we want to go sailing tomorrow than I have to hire a boat and check the weather."

Emma nodded a bit disappointed and walked with him to the door. She followed him out of the apartment and closed the door behind her. Killian raised an eyebrow at her.

"We haven't really gotten any alone time since our date," she said and he stepped closer to her.

"Sadly enough, that's true," he said and put a stray of loose hair behind her ear. "I guess we have to make up for that lost time, don't you think?"

She grinned at him and mischief shone in her eyes. "I guess we do," she whispered as she leaned in but stopped inches before his lips. When she didn't make another move he got impatient and wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her against him and making her yelp in surprise.

"Bloody siren," he said before capturing her lips. Her hands came up to tug at his hair and one of his tangled itself in hers. They broke apart after a while and Emma licked her lips, making him want to kiss them again.

She seemed to read his mind because she whispered, "See you tomorrow." and stepped back before he could capture her lips again.

"Goodnight, Swan," Killian said and she disappeared inside her apartment.

"Does it look bad?" Felix asked Peter as he walked over to him, having just removed the bandages from his face.

"Yeah, pretty bad," Peter said and nodded. "Oh! Did you mean the scar?"

Felix him a unamused look and sat down next to Peter on the couch with a sigh. "Not in the mood for joking, Peter."

Peter sat up a little. "Come on. I broke my arm in that fall. You have an great looking scar that would definitely attract some attention from the ladies."

Felix slumbered down even more. "What if I don't want their attention?"

"Then you should have broken your arm and I should be having a scar," Peter said only half joking.

"You rather have a scar on you face for the rest of your life than a broken arm for a few weeks?"

"A cast just makes you look sad, but a scar," Peter raised an eyebrow. "You could have fun with that."

Felix groaned. "I'm boomed for life with you as my best friend," he mumbled. Peter shoved him with his cast.

"Let's play a game," he suggested.

"Not in the mood." Felix pulled the hood of his hoodie further over his head so that it was covering his face. Peter only grinned at him and stood up.

"You're going to like this one."

"Very positive I'm not."

"Even if I tell you the words 'rotten eggs' and 'Mayors house'?"

A small smile formed on Felix's face. "How rotten?"

Peter walked over to the corner of their treehouse were they kept their pranking stuff. He grabbed a few boxes of eggs.

"Two boxes of six weeks and one of eight."

The small smile on Felix face turned into a full smirk and mischief shone in his eyes. "It's a bad day to be the mayor."

Fifteen minutes later Peter and Felix were standing outside the mayors house, rotten eggs in hand. Peter turned his head to look at Felix, both of them smirking.

"Ready?" Peter asked.

Felix nodded and threw the first egg. With a splash it broke and covered the white wall with green-yellowish thick liquid. Peter threw the second egg, hitting a window. They both laughed and threw even more. Hitting the door, the window, the wall, the tree and a flowerpot more than once.

Felix had the last egg in his hand. It was one of the eight week over date. With all his might he threw it at the door but just before it hit the mayor opened the door and the egg splattered in her face. Peter and Felix froze before they burst out in laughter and started running back to their treehouse.

"You'll regret this dirty little lost boys," the Mayor called after them, making them laugh even harder.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! Hope you all enjoyed it, and if you did please let me know by leaving a review. :)

btw, for those who wonder why Emma isn't running or anything when she's with Killian it's because first of all she was raised by her mother who always sees good in every person and she never had bad experience in a relationship like she did in the show. So that's why.

P.S. Tell me what you guys think of the new cover art. ;) (curious)