Summary: Homicide detective Killian Jones has been searching for a way to bring
Milah’s murderer to justice. There’s only one small problem: Robert Gold
is the captain of the same homicide division. Enter Emma Swan, Internal
Affairs investigator, looking into Gold’s shady dealings. Between the
two of them, can they unravel the web of deals and lies that have gotten
Gold to where he is?
Rated:T, for violence, some dark themes, angst, and whump (you expected different?
TW: character death, mention of past self-harm, fatal car accident, school hostage situation
Other ships: mentions past Millian in a good light, Outlaw Queen, Snowing
Art credit/link: The totally awesome @cocohook38 made the cover you can see above and on her blog here. Later in the story, she’s illustrated some key points to the fic and I can’t thank her enough for her work! Go show her some love!
Beta reader:@gusenitsaa took on this monster without probably knowing exactly what she was getting into (what do you mean 100,000 words?!) and any mistakes that you find are probably me being stubborn and ignoring her advice! Thank you!
Also, Swan was going to kill him – if she managed to figure out
where the bastard was hiding him in time.
But mostly that first one.
Killian should have waited for her. They were supposed to
be working together. He didn’t like her sticking her neck out while he
hid on the sidelines biding his time, but she was the Internal Affairs
Investigator, not him. And, she’d assured him while he scoffed his
dislike at sitting on his hands, they’d get better results – better evidence –
if he could fly under the radar. With all of the bad history between him
and her suspect, Emma had wanted him to remain as anonymous as possible.
Not quite so anonymous, after all. You’re a bloody idiot,
Jones.
He didn’t even know when it had all gone so wrong. He’d
thought they were careful to keep him out of it, leaving him as Swan’s eyes and
ears in the department. Then, he’d gotten a lead on a deal with the man
behind the curtain, the bastard orchestrating this whole thing. It was a
lead that, looking back, he should have realized was being handed to him on a
golden platter.
He should have waited for Swan.
But while patience was a virtue that Killian took pride in, it
had been nearly two years of false trails and dead ends and he hadn’t wanted to
waste any more of Swan’s time until he knew for sure. Not to mention, he
didn’t want to risk her if he didn’t have to.
So of course it had been a bloody trap. He could see now
that it was designed to lure Emma and whomever she was working with (assuming
that they didn’t know it was him already) into making just this mistake.
And he’d leapt in with both feet like a goddamned rookie.
Liam would have his head.
Killian roughly shoved away any thoughts of his brother when he
heard the creak of the warehouse door being lifted again. He prayed to
anyone, anything who would listen that it was Swan or Locksley or even
some teenagers breaking into the old building to do who-knew-what.
It All Starts With a Dance 