Hell, hell, bloody hell ! Killian paced up and down, back and forth as David and Liam tried to think of a way out of this. “Why couldn’t you have just listened to us for once,” Killian hissed, dragging a hand down his face before glaring at the bruised and battered detective before him. “We’re the experts here.”
“Calm down, Killian,” Liam stood in front of Killian’s path, blocking him from taking another step. His older brother raised his hands in a placating manner. “We’ve been in tighter spots than this. We’ll be fine.”
“Guys, trust me, it’s not that big a deal.” Killian felt the anger in his chest rise up like a tidal wave. He wanted to smack that fake sincerity right off the man’s face. David leaned back against the brick wall behind him and said, “You just have to give a witness statement.”
“We can’t be witnesses though, can we mate?” Kilian bit out through gritted teeth. This was what he got for being the good guy, for saving the precious mortal. What a load of crap. “We used our powers to save your sorry ass, didn’t we? And last I checked, that’s not something we can just explain to the--”
The EMT, who’d just cleared David for a concussion or any other major injuries passed by, causing Killian to hold his tongue. He was lucky he wasn’t dead, going after a Guardian demon like that all on his own, especially after Liam had warned him that he had no way of vanquishing him without their help.
Liam waited until the other man passed and then said, very quietly, “We’ll just have to make something up. It can’t be that hard--oh come on,” he frowned after Killian gave him a very specific look, one he’d grown familiar with over the years. It was usually directed at the youngest Jones’ brother, and very rarely towards the eldest. “We’re ex-Navy, aren’t we?”
Rolling his eyes at his brother’s logic, Killian turned his back to them and placed his hands on his hips while he thought. He could’ve gotten on board with the plan easily--if it weren’t for one small detail: the possessed mortal was still alive.
Sure, the demon might be vanquished and gone, but the mortal host had been the one to summon him. For all Killian knew, the bald headed man remembered everything that happened. If word got out that a pair of brothers subdued a serial killer with the power of magic they’d either be locked up in an insane asylum or demons would come to kill them.
Bloody hell, Killian thought as he watched a pair of officers drag the killer into the back of a police car. The man smiled at him. His lips stretched far too tightly across his skin, and his eyes were so wide the entire iris was visible. He looked deranged. Maybe there was hope for the brother’s Jones yet.
“Look, it’ll be your word against his,” David whispered, causing Killian to turn back around to give him his full attention. His blue eyes flashed back and forth between the two brothers as he continued seriously, “and no one is going to take the word of a serial killer over two vets.”
Killian scoffed. That might work for Liam, an honorably discharged captain, but Kilian had barely made sub-lieutenant before being kicked out. He doubted his word would hold much stock, even against a crazed killer.
“Fine--fine,” Killian ran his hand down his face and tried to focus. “Let’s get something together before--”
“Howdy boys,” a new voice chimed in just behind Killian. Closing his eyes he tried to take a deep breath. This was it, it was the end of the Charmed Ones and all because bloody Nolan had to be the hero.
Opening his eyes to face his doom, Killien found himself facing the most gorgeous creature to ever walk the planet. Long, curly blond hair, shimmering green eyes, and a wry smile had turned one hardy sailor into a tower of jello. He didn’t know this woman standing beside him, but he would.
“You don’t look too banged up,” she commented as her eyes flitted over David’s form. “Guess you were lucky, huh?”
“Yeah,” David tried to smile but it didn’t quite make it. Liam looked between the two of them, then took a step back and redistributed his weight, as if he were preparing for rocky seas. “Luckily these two showed up when they did. Ah,” he made a show of looking over her shoulder, towards the other officers and onlookers who’d begun to gather, “any idea when they’ll be able to give their statements?”
Killian winced and Liam crossed his arms, but the woman didn’t pay them any attention. “I waved them off,” she shrugged, and Killian’s jaw almost dropped. “I figured it could wait until the morning. It’s past midnight anyway--everyone’s dead on their feet.”
Whoever this woman was, Killian decided as he felt his stomach twist into knots, she was his savior.
Liam elbowed him in the ribs and he nodded in agreement. Now they’d have time to come up with a plausible story.
“Well then, if that’s all,” Liam began, taking a step back towards the entrance of the alley, “we really should be going.”
“Now hang on a minute,” Killian grinned and aimed it at this mysterious woman. It was a charming grin, one that had made many a women blush and eagerly hand over their phone numbers. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.”
“Oh, right, uh,” David shook his head and pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on, “Killian, Liam, meet Emma, my new partner.”
Holding out his hand, Killian raised a brow and said, “Killian Jones.”
Raising a brow of her own, a sly one to his affectionate, she took his hand and shook it, “Emma Swan.”
A moment passed, and then another. Killian realized he’d be perfectly content to spend the rest of his life just like this. Liam cleared his throat, “You wanna let her hand go now, Killian?”
Stroking her thumb gently with her own, causing her second brow to rise up next to the first, Killian didn’t look away from her as he responded to his brother, “Why would I ever want to do that?”
“Maybe because she’s got to do her job,” David said, rather loudly. Emma pulled her hand away, and Killian couldn’t help the frown that pulled at his lips.
After another brief period of silence, one that was, in Killian’s opinion, much more awkward than the first, Liam asked, “How long have you two been working together?”
Emma shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and nodded towards David, “Not long, just since,” she looked back at David briefly, “Graham’s funeral.”
“Oh.” Liam said a bit dumbly. “That--right. That makes sense.”
Graham Humbert had been a fine detective. He was second to none when it came to tracking down bad guys, and was sharper than a hunter’s knife. In the end, though, he proved too smart and wound up getting too deep into matters of the Underworld. The Charmed Ones had done all they could to save him, but in the end, not every innocent could be saved. That’s what Tink kept telling them, anyway, but Killian figured that was more for Liam’s benefit than anything else.
“Like I said,” Emma looked down at her feet, then back up to David with an expectant look in her eyes, “it’s late. Especially for you grandpa. Go home to your wife.”
“Hey,” David protested, his mouth dropping open. “Who’re you calling grandpa? I’m barely old enough to be your father.”
“Right,” Emma said slowly, her eyes narrowing just a bit. Looking between the two Jones brothers, she gave them a tight lipped smile and said, “Come by the station anytime tomorrow to give your statements, okay?”
Killian grinned, “Looking forward to it, love.” His cheek earned him a half smile, and the sight made his heart flutter. Watching her leave, Killian found himself imaging what her true smile would look like--radiant sunshine, maybe.
“Hey, knock it off,” David snapped, giving Killian’s right peck a back handed smack.
“Knock what off, mate?” Killian sneered, tired of having to deal with the older man. “Don’t tell me you’re into her. You’re married for Christ’s sake.”
David stepped back as if he’d been burned, “What? No! She just,” he looked after the way she left, “look,” he levelled, looking Killian in the eyes, “I don’t know, it’s just--there’s something about Emma. Something that feels . . . familiar?” He shook his head, “Like deja vu? Something’s off.”
Snorting, Killian slid his thumbs into his belt loops, “Sounds like she reminds you of a past lover that you’re hung up on.” David raised himself to his full height, his brows furrowing as he prepared a response.
“Killian,” Liam’s stern, no nonsense voice snapped his body into attention; arms at his sides, chin up, and heels touching. Once he realized what his traitorous body had done he forced himself back into a casual posture.
“Come on,” his older brother said, his eyes dark and thoughtful. “We have a lot to do tonight, and we still have to fill Will in on all of this.”
Killian almost groaned. Will hated being left out of the action. They’d be hearing complaints from him about this for at least a week, maybe more if he had a test he was supposed to study for.
There was only one thing that would make any of the following discussions endurable--the fact that he’d get to see Emma again tomorrow. Looking down at his hand, his skin tingled where she had touched him--
"No, stop it! Stop!” The little girl cried, shying away into the wall behind her.
“It’ll be fun!” A high-pitched voice trilled, though the owner of the voice remained out of sight. “Just light one teensy-weensy little fire and you’ll be free to go.”
Tears streamed down the little girl’s face, leaving tracks against dirt and soot on her cheeks. She whimpered and tried to flatten herself even more against the wall.
“Come on then,” the voice chirped, “come on.” When the girl didn’t move, he roared, “Light him on fire or I’ll cut your throat!”
The girl screamed, her small fingers pressing against the sides of her head. The other side of the room came into focus--a Grimlock was chained against a wall, his black eyes wide with fear. His mouth gaped open, but before he could shout out, he was consumed in flames.
--Killian? Killian!” Liam’s hand was clamped tightly around his forearm, but it was a good thing. It tethered Killian back into the present.
Sucking in a deep breath, Killian blinked frantically as his vision returned to him. “Killian,” Liam’s voice was close to his ear, ensuring no one around them heard. “Your premonition? What happened?”
Feeling a bit dizzy, as was normal still even after two years of having his powers, Killian shook his head, “I don’t know.”
Emma watched, one by one, as the people around the crime scene disappeared back into their homes or back to their jobs. She’d chosen a spot on the wall to lean against, her still form going overlooked by everyone until she was all alone. Or so it would appear.
Pushing off the wall and raising her arms above her head to stretch, Emma looked down at her shadow. Against the yellow light barely illuminating the alleyway, it was hardly noticeable. Lowering her arms and shoving her hands back into her pockets, she turned towards the light, then looked over her shoulder and said, “Tell him I’ve made contact.”
At first nothing happened, and then, as if waking up from a long sleep, her shadow shivered before slinking away into the darkness.