“Thanks Doc, my dad will pick it up tomorrow!” Emma said as she was walking out of the Marine Garage. She continued to walk back to the station passing by the hardware store, she fought the urge to stop in and see Killian and apologize for earlier with her father. She had to get back to help her dad with questioning Felix. When she arrived her dad was standing outside. “Hey dad, everything all right?”
“Yeah, just getting some air. Was Doc available?” David linked his arm through Emma’s arm as they walked inside the station.
“Yeah, you can pick it up first thing in the morning.”
“Well at least that’s something to be glad about today.” David sighed
“Dad…” Emma stopped him before they walked into the interrogation room. “We’re almost there. Come on, we’re one step closer to this being over. Keep telling yourself that, okay?”
David smiled a bit, “Just like your mother, in tough times she always looks on the bright side. Okay, one step closer."
"Really? I always thought I was more like you, even mom says I remind her of you. Then again she might have meant the stubbornness."
David laughed at that and nodded in agreement. "Have I told you how happy I am that you’re back home?”
“It’s been a minute.” Emma kidded.
“Well, I am.” He pulled her into a side hug as he kissed the top of her head. “Alright, let’s see what we can find out.” David walked into the room with Emma right behind him. Felix was asleep again with his head hanging back and mouth open. David slammed his hand down on the table and Felix jolted awake from the sound. He tried to move his hands to his face, but couldn’t due to them being handcuffed to the table.
“Mr. Croft this is not nap time! Now, I have some questions for you and I expect you to answer all of them.” David said in his most serious tone. “Why was my truck at the mines?”
“I don’t know… maybe you left it there.” Felix replied monotonously.
“Why were you at the mines?” David tried again.
“Is that where I was?” Felix shot back.
David inhaled deeply as he asked his next question, “Why were you in my stolen truck at the mines that are obviously closed to the public?”
“Took an evening stroll, saw it there and thought it looked like a good place to take a nap.” Felix smirked
David lost his composure at that, he slammed his hands down on the table and stared at Felix dead in the eyes, “We both know that’s not true and that you’re covering for someone in particular!”
“Dad…” Emma walked over to him and pulled him away from Felix. “He’s just trying to rile you up, like he did with me earlier.”
David sighed as he rubbed his hand down his face, “You’re right, you’re right.”
“How about I question him, while you go get some coffee?” Emma looked at him, hoping he would let her try.
“Are you sure? I mean you just saw what I went through with answers from him, but if you want to, go ahead. Maybe you’ll have a better chance than me.”
“I want to try.”
David gripped her hand as a silent way of telling her ‘good luck’ then walked out of the room.
Emma turned to look back at Felix, he had a smug look on his face. Like he had just won the battle, but Emma didn’t care. She was more focused on the war. She sat down in front of him, not saying anything. Just letting the silence intimidate him.
“Wanted some alone time with me, did you? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not my type. I’m not into old hags.” Felix looked at her with disgust, like he was going to catch cooties from her.
“Oh, Felix. You and I both know if I wasn’t ‘old’ as you say, I still wouldn’t be your type, although your type and I do share the same eye color.” Emma saw his eyes widen in shock, but try to quickly hide it as though he had no clue what she was talking about.
“You’re delusional.” Felix reply angrily.
“Am I? I’d say observant. For example I’m observing that the wrong person is in this room.” Emma watched him, as his jaw ticked and his breathing increased. He was nervous, if he wasn’t he’d seem more calm.
Felix didn’t say anything, he stayed quiet as he listened to Emma, glaring at her as she continued on. “Why don’t you tell me what happened Felix… maybe we can figure something out where you won’t go to prison?”
“I stole the truck, I aimed for the cruiser, and I broke into the mines and trashed the sheriff’s truck. It was all me.” Felix’s heart felt like it was beating out of his chest.
Emma was getting frustrated with him, because she could tell he was lying. “Felix, you know I know that isn’t true. Lying to protect Peter didn’t work back when you were four and it isn’t working now. Why should you be the one to take the fall for his misdeeds?”
“Shut up, you don’t know anything!” Felix shouted at Emma. She was getting under his skin now. “I did everything on my own! Peter had nothing to do with it!” His eyes were becoming glossier from the unshod tears he was hold back.
“I find that hard to believe, especially since you’re getting more worked up from the mere mentioning of his name. It’s as if you don’t care for your own well being, just as long as Peter is safe. Tell me Felix, was this part of the plan?” Emma could feel his pain, to love someone so much that they’re willing to do anything to protect them from anyone and everything. Too bad that is always ends in heartache.
“I don’t have to say anything. You have what you need, I did it!” Tears began to fall down his cheek, not able to hold back anymore.
Emma moved her hand to one of his cuffed ones and gripped it tight. “Let me help you Felix.”
Felix looked up into Emma’s sympathetic eyes, then back to hand on his. He didn’t shove it away. “Peter…” He sniffled.
“Peter what?” Emma asked gently.
“Nothing… Peter didn’t do nothing. I did.” Felix looked away.
Emma waited a few minutes to see if Felix would say anything, but he stayed quiet. She sighed and nodded her head, knowing he wouldn’t say anything tonight, but maybe after a night of thinking with no distractions he’d change his mind and tell Emma the truth. “Okay, Felix. The sheriff will be in here shortly to escort you to your cell.” She stood up and walked to the door. “I want you to think about something Felix while you’re lying in your cell… will he be there for you until the end?” With that she left the room.
Emma walks to her father’s desk and sits across from him, “He’s ready to go to his cell.”
David looked up from his paperwork to see Emma look disappointed, “I’m sorry, Emma. I really was hoping he would have confessed everything to you.”
“He confessed, just not the truth.” Emma sighed.
“So, what do you want to do?”
“Not to sound like a cliché, but let him think about what he’s done… I almost had him, I was so close. Peter has him wrapped around his little demonic finger so tight that he doesn’t see the harm he’s causing his future.” Emma quickly stood up, “I’ll talk to Felix again tomorrow. I just need to think of another way to get through to him. I need to go for a walk or something.”
“It’s been a long day. Go get some air, clear your mind and we’ll try again in the morning. Like you said Emma, we’re one step closer.” He stood up to kiss her forehead. “Go, I’ll see you later at home.”
“Thanks, dad. See you at home.” Emma leaves the station and wanders around Storybrooke.
“You okay, mate?” Robin walked down stairs to see Killian behind the counter in deep thought. “Killian?!”
Killian snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Robin, “Hmm?”
“I asked if you are okay, you’re thinking pretty hard over there. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Robin teased.
“Ha… I’m fine.” Killian looked out the window and saw Emma darting past the shop. He gets up to run out to see her, but stops himself and sits back down. He didn’t want her to think he was creeping on her constantly.
Robin notices and shakes his head as he watches his friend struggle with his crush on the town’s new deputy. He claps Killian on his shoulder, “You sure? Since you got back from not getting us lunch, you’ve been sitting there starring out the window… like you’re waiting for someone to walk through those doors.” He smiles at him, “Also your brother has been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour. You might want to call him back.”
Killian looked over at Robin, rolling his eyes at him then pulled out his phone to see he had six missed calls from his brother Liam. “I’ll call him later.” He got up and walked over to the window. “I’m going for a walk.”
“Right, anywhere in particular?” Robin probes.
“No, just aimless walking.”
“Mind aimlessly walking over to John’s and picking Roland up from his play date?” Robin asks “Please?” He drags out a few e’s.
“Yeah. Alright, but don’t be mad if he’s hopped up on sugar when we get back.” At that Killian rushes out the door before Robin can protest.
“Killian!” Robin runs to the door and opens it, yelling at Killian as he runs away. “Don’t give him… sweets.” Robin grunts as Killian was too far away to hear him, “Damn it!”
Killian jumps at the shrill joy from his favorite little mate as he ran from the front yard to the sidewalk where he was standing into his legs and gripped on tight. Killian couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped his arms around him to lift him up. “There’s my first mate. Did you have fun playing with little John?” As he finished speaking John and his little boy walked closer to them.
“Hey Killian.” John put his hand out to shake Killian’s and hand him Roland’s bag. “Can you let Robin know that he ate already, he just needs a good bath. They played nonstop since Roland got here.” He chuckled.
“Will do.” Killian looked down at John’s son. “Don’t look sad mate, Roland will be back tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Little john said glumly. “Bye, Rollie.”
“Bye, lil John.” Roland replied.
Killian set Roland down and made sure his jacket was snuggly wrapped around him before the headed off hand in hand. “See you around John, little john.” The father and son waved them off and went back into their home. “So, since your father sent me to get you… how about we stop to get some ice cream?”
“Yeah!” Roland shouted with excitement. “I want chocolate!”
They begin walking to the local ice cream parlor, ‘Not another Sundae’. When they arrived Killian noticed through the window a familiar blonde ordering at the counter. He looked up to the sky and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the universe. “Come on mate, ice cream awaits us.” They walk in and Killian begins to talk to Roland, pretending he hasn’t noticed Emma. “Since you’re getting chocolate, what should I get?”
Emma’s ears perk up when she hears a familiar voice talking behind her to someone. She was waiting for her order to be brought to her as she soon hears a little voice speaking back to Killian and her heart dropped. It was a kid, his kid?
“You like rocky road, so rocky road” Roland chirped.
Emma’s heart went from dropping to melting as she listened to the little boy. She had just placed an order for a pint of rocky road and her inner teenager screamed that they had something in common. She then rolled her eyes at herself for thinking that ice cream was going to be their special bond.
“Here you go, one pint of rocky road. Enjoy!” The cashier said cheerily as she handed her the pint.
“I see that I’m not the only one with great taste, especially in ice cream.” Killian commented.
‘Damn’, Emma thought. She turned around to see his smiling face, then noticed the little boy holding his hand. ‘So freaking adorable’. “Killian…” She felt awkward, not knowing what to say.
“Emma.” Killian replied back, he looked at her curiously. “Are you alright?”
“Fine.” She turned back around to the register to grab a plastic spoon and leave a tip for her ice cream, then looked back at Killian. “Well… bye.” Emma began to walk away when Killian took ahold of her hand to stop her. “Hey… what are you…”
Killian cut her off, “Don’t leave, just give me a second.” He walked up to the counter with Roland and ordered their ice cream.
Emma just stood there and waited like he asked. She should leave and let him have his time with his kid. She didn’t want to get in the way. Just as she was about to walk away Killian returned with a cone in one hand and Roland’s hand in the other.
“Walk with us.” Killian asked.
“No, its okay I don’t want to interrupt…” Emma protested
“We’re just walking across the street so I can drop Roland off at home with his dad.” Killian didn’t want her leave. He wanted to spend more time with her, without her father or anything else interrupting their conversation.
“His dad… you’re not his dad?” Emma felt a bit relieved, not because Roland wasn’t his, but because that meant she didn’t have to worry about intruding on a family and possibly an ex.
“Killy isn’t my dad, he’s my uncle.” Roland spoke up.
“Killy?” Emma couldn’t help but smile at his nickname.
“Aye, he’s Robin’s son. Cute isn’t he?” Killian let go of his hand to ruffle his hair a bit.
“I’m not cute, uncle Killy.” Roland huffed.
“No, I’d say you’re a very handsome young man.” Emma smiled at him.
Roland’s smile lit up his entire face as he looked up at Emma. “Thank you, you are very pretty.”
Emma blushed to that, “Thank you.”
Roland reached over to hold her hand, “Come on, you can walk with us.”
Emma couldn’t stop smiling to how adorable this kid is, “Sure, I’ll walk with you.”
“Really, you just declined my offer.” Killian was feigning offense.
“What can I say, he’s very charming. How can anyone say no to that face?” Emma was being pulled out the door by Roland as he focused his attention back on his ice cream.
“You wound me, love and here I thought I was the only one to make you smile like that.” Killian opened his mouth to take a bite of his ice cream, walking along the other side of Roland as they crossed the street.
Emma scrunched her face as she watched Killian, “Weirdo, who bites their ice cream?”
They reach the hardware store and Roland lets go of Emma hand, “It was nice meeting you!” He waves bye and Emma does the same before he runs into the store to show his dad his cone.
Killian looks through the window to see Robin glaring at him, then notices Emma and his facial features change to something more annoying to Killian. He rolls his eyes and takes a hold of Emma’s hand as he walks them away from the window down to the brick walls where he knew Robin wouldn’t be smiling like an idiot.
Emma goes along with it and giggles, “You okay?”
“Yeah, there was a draft over there.” Killian fibbed as he let go of her. He immediately regretted doing it. He liked holding her hand, he liked being around her.
“There’s a draft all around us with this weather, then again weirdos who bite their ice cream instead of licking it probably feel a draft all year round.” Emma teased him.
Killian smiled and could help the urge to run his tongue across his upper lip. “I like to save my licking for other enjoyable activities.”
Emma wondered if her ice cream was going to melt from how hot her body felt from that comment. “You, you kiss you nephew with that mouth?” She felt stupid as she was saying it, but she didn’t know how else to respond to that.
The corner of Killian’s mouth twitched up as he took a step closer to Emma. “I wouldn’t mind kissing someone else with this mouth… love.”
“Please, you couldn’t handle it.” Emma didn’t know what came over her. She hardly knew the man, but the moment she met him she couldn’t stop flirting with him. Of course his flirting was even worse than hers.
Killian arched his brow, “Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it.” Popping the t at the end.
Emma bit her lower lip as he popped his t again at her, it was the smallest thing, but it managed to make her feel hot and bothered. She didn’t know if it was being out in the cold for too long and the self-control part of her brain froze or being frustrated with work at the moment, but something snapped. She grabbed the middle of Killian’s jacket with one hand and kissed him with so much need and want, it made him drop his ice cream cone on the ground.
Emma claimed that as a personal victory.