Returning to Storybrooke after 23 years was… weird. A lot had happened since you and your sister were found just outside of the town lines. Your twin sister and you never really spoke much about that day. You did your best to not talk about the time before you moved in together. Yes, it was after she left prison. You got mixed up in the foster care system, and didn’t get the chance to rekindle until after her brief stint in the slammer.

Emma’s kid came to you in your New York apartment and proclaimed he was her son. It all seemed like a fairytale at the time. Little did you know.

You decided to take him home together, and that’s when you fell first into the world of fairytales. He introduces you to your actually parents, then he gets poisoned, saved by your twin, and the rest is history.

Now, months and months later, you’re here. In Storybrooke. With a certain Captain Hook who can’t leave you alone.

Ever since you climbed the beanstalk in the Enchanted Forest, he has found reasons to speak to you. A minor downfall to being the sherif. At first, you welcomed it. It seemed as though he wanted to turn a leaf. A leaf of good. Then… after what was likely the sixteenth excuse, you realized he was doing it solely to pester you.

Currently, you were sitting in a booth at Granny’s Diner and reading over your current most pressing case. It was hour three of trying to find a break in it, yet you still had nothing.

Coffee cup number four was placed down on your table, and you thanked Ruby for it. The bell above the door jingled, and you already knew who it was.

“Fancy seeing you here, love.” Killian smirks. The two of you crossing paths here wasn’t unheard of. You were here working on cases ever. Single. Day.