With the master copies of all the murder cases that just plunged her precinct and all surrounding jurisdictions into a tailspin, Lexa can hardly make sense of al of them. Spread out over her office desk, the images of blood that seems so red in some of the fresh scenes and inky dark in others begins to get to the usually hardened woman. In all her years, she's never witnessed so many murders happening in such a short time. Not only has she had to contact far too many families and watch them walk weepy-eyed out of her precinct after rounds of questioning but many of these people were prominent within Sterling's community. People she'd known and many of whom were supernatural creatures usually so impervious to random death. To make things more complicated, she's heard no hunter in Sterling stake a claim to any of the murders, something that throws up more red flags than Lexa cares to acknowledge.

One case sits at the bottom of the pile. She only pulled it out with the others because it occurred within the same window as the gruesome ones but they'd already labeled it suicide by drug overdose. There were no other glaring clues that could make it a potential homicide. But that hasn't stopped one particular officer in her precinct make claims that they were wrong in their verdict.

Lexa pulls the case file from the bottom now and allows it to flip open. Nothing adds up to a homicide in her opinion but Officer Marshall seems convinced otherwise. As she reviews the reports and the photos of the scene, the police captain realizes that it's been some time since she had Killian hanging around with words of "murder" and refusal to accept that her father had simply commit suicide.

Lacy felt the world around her shatter as she stared down at the test in her hands that were shaking uncontrollably; her eyes burning with tears that threatened to overflow.  How could she have been this.. stupid and careless? She didn't even want to think about what her mother would say. In that moment her mind was a fuzzy blur, and she felt her knees start to wobble.

Nicolette was happy at the welcoming people in the house. So that was an upside to this Mansion so far - apart from the fact that she was reunited with her best friend, Evan Walker, who happened to previously accompany her at the strip club a couple of months ago. She walked to her room and threw on a pair of sweat pants, pulling on a tight white singlet and tying her hair up in a ponytail. Nicolette didn't want anything in her way when it came to paintball, hence the reason why she dressed as if she were going to  work out - which she was.

Layciah hummed happily to herself as she walked along the street opposite the beach, passing all the little cafe's and shops there.  She smiled politely at strangers that passed by, generally in a happy, peaceful mood. However; in the time span of five minutes.. that all changed. 

Lacy was on her way back to the mansion when a car drove past her. It stopped a few meters ahead then reversed. The blonde kept her head lowered, hiding behind a curtain of hair as she tried not to make eye contact, an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.  She heard the car door open and close, and picked up her pace - refusing to look behind her, which didn't help her case at all, because if she had turned around.. she would have run at the sight of the person walking up behind her. 

Lacy let out a squeak as she felt rough hands grab her arm, the other clamping around her mouth to stop her from screaming.  "No! Let me go!" she protested through muffled words, struggling against his strong grip.  "Stop, fighting me," Aaron hissed through gritted teeth as he tried to get her into the back of the car. Although as Lacy fought, he got angry and decided to just put her in the boot.  The older man shoved her in the boot roughly before slamming it closed and getting in the car, speeding off before anyone could notice.

Lacy was stunned for a second before she burst into tears, trying not to listen as he turned up his music, making the car vibrate from the boom.  She cried for a few minutes before shakily taking her phone out of her pocket. Her parents had never trained her to call an emergency service lines, as they thought they'd always be monitoring her.. so Lacy called the only name that associated with the word "Safety" ... Killian.  She listened to the rings, sobbing loudly and sniffling as she heard his voice on the other end of the line.  "K-kit Kat?" she said immediately. 

Sophie had planned to buy Killian a drink a while back. Before he disappeared, he'd helped her out so she owed him that much but with her recent discovery of the supernatural then Sophie had been thinking. She'd guessed Killian was something old by the simple fact that he couldn't give her a time frame of his sword fighting skills. She'd spoken to Genevieve who had confirmed her suspicions to a vampire so now Sophie was curious if she could get him to tell the truth to her.

Ruby stirred her drink absently, her attention drawn to the intricate designs of the bar mat (that were really rings of beer or wine) and very far away from the current situation. She was meant to be waiting for Killian, finally glad he'd come around and decided to take her out again, especially since they had had such a good time before. And now... all she could think about was the way Graham said 'Emma'. Emma Swan. Jealously stung at her heart, and she took a heavy drink of the vodka and raspberry drink when the familiar accent filled her ears, and a scratchy kiss was pressed to her cheek.

"Sorry I'm late love, had a bit o' car trouble," KIllian sat on the bar stood at her side, looking handsome in a dark suit and tousled hair. "Rum, straight, my friend." He said to the bartender, slapping a credit card on the counter. Ruby sat up straight and forced a smile, glad for company to brush away those thoughts.

"Thought you were going to stand me up again," She sipped on her drink, red lips playing in a smile. As much as she knew they weren't compatible anywhere but the bedroom and the bar, things would be so much easier if they were truly an item. She wouldn't be worrying about Graham and Emma, for instance. Ordering another drink (on his tab, of course), Ruby pulled her stool closer, glad for the touch of a calloused hand to drive away more boring, desperate, and un-Ruby-like thoughts.

"You? Never." He grinned boyishly, letting go of her bare leg to sip at his drink. He almost always only drank rum, leaving a signature scent of his cologne and coconut on her skin when she left his place in the early hours of the day. Ruby smiled back, and they began their usual banter that grew increasingly hard to discern, his accent thickening after each drink. She had all but forgotten about Emma Swan by the time they had finished a second round of tequila shots, his expression from the sourness of lemon driving her to near-maniacal laughter in the busy bar. They were arguing about his better and worse designs and the vandalism that came at her hand when a strange look came on his face as he stared over her shoulder. Ruby frowned, and turned to look to see what he had seen, but before she could see anyone familiar, his hand was on her chin pulling her into a kiss. 

As a rule they never really kissed, at least not in public. Though Killian Jones was a fantastic kisser, who knew exactly how to push her buttons, she had to pull away abruptly. She wiped the lipstick she knew would be smeared, and frowned at her date. "What was that for?"

Killian shook his head instead of giving an actual reply, and when she turned to see exactly what spurred this out of character kiss, she saw no one. He finished the last shots ("Hey, that was mine."), grabbed his jacket and pulled her arm through his own. "Come on, let's get out of here." His voice was slurred by drink, though Ruby was just as bad, sighing girlishly when he pushed her against the side of his car around the corner and kissed her shoulder. If he had been acting strangely it was all forgotten by messy kisses, a tug of her hair, and a throaty groan from the architect.

She didn't quite remember how they had gotten back to the inn, but by the state of her shoes she suspected it was a long stumble from the Rabbit Hole to her bed. Several hours later, she moved about her room gingerly and pulled on the scrap of red lace that was her underwear, discarded before a long night of very lovely, a little rough, and exceptionally good sex. He watched her aimlessly, his face uncharacteristically blank as she pulled clothing over her bare skin.

"You okay?" Ruby asked, pulling on the old shirt that had become her pyjamas. Suddenly he jumped up, tugged on his dress pants and buttoned his shirt all wrong. "Killian? Come on, I wasn't that bad, was I?"

His face cracked a smile for barely a second, and he shook his head. "Actually, you were quite brilliant-- especially that thing you did with your tongue." She snorted at that comment, and handed him a discarded sock. "Bloody brilliant, really. I've just remembered I have an appointment in the morning with a new client." She knew that was a lie-- no one did anything of interest on Sundays in Storybrooke, least of all work. But she simply shrugged, and returned the kiss when he gave her one. She wondered if this was what it was like to kiss Graham, perhaps with a little more beard, and feelings beyond what were between Killian and Ruby. Not just lust and sexual chemistry, but a kiss that would have left her curling her toes and smiling, instead of wishing it to be over. Emma Swan would know. She pulled away from the kiss with a forced smile, and opened the door to the corridor.

"See you 'round, yeah?"