It's Complicated

Chapter 5

 As the next week passes by Emma busies herself with paperwork and taking almost any call that comes into the station. Every morning she comes in early to go over the recordings from Walsh's apartment.

She doesn't find anything until the fifth day. When she does her eyebrows raise and she scribbles down everything said. Emma takes the headphones off and carelessly tosses them on the desk. With her notepad in hand she runs over to David's office. Emma knocks incessantly until she finally hears a muffled come in. She quickly opens the door and stops dead in her tracks. Killian is sitting in the chair across from David. Both men look thoroughly surprised.

"Oh sorry I didn't realize you were busy. I'll just come back later," Emma says not making eye contact with Killian.

"No, Emma. I am sure it's important. You can report to us now," David says pointly. Emma opens her mouth to refuse, but realizes David is still her boss and it would be more trouble than it's worth. Emma shuts the door and avoids Killian's gaze, which she can feel him burning a hole through her.

"I figured out where Walsh distributes the drugs to his dealers," she spits out excitedly. This causes both David and Killian to sit up straighter.

"Where?"

"How?" David and Killian ask at the same time.

"The recording last night. He got a phone call, it must've been after we had dinner, but that's not the point. I couldn't exactly tell who he was talking to," she looks down at the notepad, "he said, 'No, it's coming in tomorrow at the warehouse. You better not be late again, or we might have to revisit your cut of the profit.' He's not happy with whoever he's talking to. The warehouse is where he stores extra furniture for his shop."

"Now we know where we just need a when," David smiles, "Great job, Emma." She smiles, still not glancing at Killian.

"Well the store closes at six and about once or twice a week he stays late for inventory, but I think he's actually at the warehouse," she speculates.

"How do you know?" Killian asks.

"That's what Walsh told me he was doing tonight and he said he did inventory three days ago. Who does inventory every three days? It doesn't make any sense," she explains to David, even though he didn't ask the question.

"Alright, well what's our next move?" David asks Killian.

"We need someone to stake out the warehouse and take pictures of everyone who goes in and out of the warehouse. So we can identify the dealers," Killian states.

"It can't be Emma someone might recognize her," David says.

"It can't be you everyone knows you're the sheriff," Emma counters.

"Is that your way of telling me it has to be me?" Killian sighs.

"You are new in town, not many people know who you are. I could call a private investigator we use from time to time," David suggests.

"August has a shift at The Beanstalk tonight, he can't," Emma counters. Also he is demanding I come in tonight to have a drink with him. Emma adds to herself

"You're telling this town's P.I. doubles as a bartender?" Killian asks, Emma can hear the disbelief in his voice.

"Storybrooke isn't big enough to need a full time private investigator. If we gave him more notice maybe he could," David explains.

"It's fine. I'll go," Killian concedes. Emma scribbles something on the notepad then tears it off. She hands it to David.

"This is the address to the warehouse," she states and heads for the door. Killian stands quickly.