Good Afternoon everyone, and a million thanks to those who have read this lovely tale I don't own so far. Here we have Emma and Killian, both because they're one of my favorite ships on the OUAT sea, and because my lovely reviewer ShadowAngel100 requested them :)

Emma Swan sighed and rubbed her forehead. This case was giving her a headache, with dead end after dead end, and now that they had finally got a suspect into custody, he wasn't saying a word. Or rather, he was only saying four.

"'I didn't do it' he claims" David repeats, throwing his hands into the air. "That's all he'll say. He has means, motive, and won't give an alibi. What are we supposed to think?"

"Take a break while I go in." Emma instructed, then went into the police department's small interrogation room with the man.

Holy crap he was much better looking than the pictures. She got straight to the point, but her words came out a little more suggestively than she would have liked. "Please start talking, or I'll have to use some very interesting methods of persuasion."

"Well, I think we'd both enjoy that officer." The man replied.

Damn. Okay then.

Emma managed to regroup quickly.

"Mr. Jones, we may be soulmates, but I have no intention of living out the rest of my life with a thief. Now. Please tell me what I want to know."

"Well, I'd like to know your name, love. Seems quite unfair that you know mine."

Emma smirked. She could work with this.

"Give me an alibi. Where were you from 6-8pm on Sunday? You give me an answer, I'll give you one."

"Fair enough," said the man, inclining his head. "I was at home. I left Imperial Gym around 6, Frederick Knight can confirm that, then stopped by Granny's for dinner. Ashley was my waitress. Left there at about 7:30, got home a little before 8. No one to confirm that but my cat Smee. You're welcome to try and ask."

Emma knew that David, who had been watching from the other side of the glass, would call both the gym and the diner to check.

"I believe I was promised something?" Said Mr. Jones.

"I promised nothing." Emma replied, and left.

"Graham, where are we on the financials?" she asked, returning to the department's main room and ignoring both men's looks.

"Jones is doing fine working as a locksmith, he may have a grudge against Gold but he has no need for the money. I did learn something interesting though. Gold's pawn shop is in trouble, but everything in it is well insured. The theft of the diamonds would bring in a hefty profit."

"Jones' alibi checks out." David added, getting off of the phone. "Frederick says Jones spent some time sparring with both him and Lance, then headed out. I called Ruby at Granny's, she texted Ashley who confirmed serving a man of his description."

"Okay." Emma said. "Release Jones, and go double check the cameras, I know they were out but see if we can get anything good from right before and after."

"On it" said Graham, heading out the door.

David raised his eyebrows at Emma.

"You wanna walk him out?"

"Nope. Just wanna finish the case."

"Fine."

David went and got the man, walking him out past Emma. Embarrassed, she refused to look up from her rechecking of the pawnshop's finances. However, when she heard the door open she couldn't resist glancing over. Killian Jones was looking back at her, and when their eyes met, a roguish grin stretched across his face. David cleared his throat, and Emma jerked a nod, not breaking eye contact. David's mouth twisted, but he finished walking the former suspect out. No sooner had he returned to his desk then Emma's personal cell began to ring. Mostly reburied in sales records, she picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Hey"

"I was wondering, Emma Swan, If you would like to get Granny's with me this evening."

Emma's head snapped up and she glared at David, who shrugged.

"Soulmate" he mouthed.

Emma sighed. Considering he wasn't a thief, she could certainly do worse than a business owner who spent time at both the gym and Granny's. Especially one who looked like that.

"Alright Killian Jones." She replied. "But we're going Dutch on the check. 7 tonight?"

"I do like a feisty lass." The man chuckled. "7 tonight it is."

Emma was smiling as she hung up the phone.