Killian scoffed and shook his head. "I am not going as that bloody character."

"Come on," Emma said, running her hand along his hook. "You look very handsome."

"I am devilishly handsome, thank you," he said bitterly. "And I look ridiculous in this . . . this outfit."

"How do I look?" Emma asked, twirling around. Skintight leather pants hugged her legs, and a black t-shirt fell off her shoulders. Killian had a black shirt and black pants as well. 

"You're beautiful," Killian said with a smoldering look. His eyes trailed down her body as his hands circled around her waist. 

"Killian," Emma muttered. "You are wearing nearly what you usually wear. It's all black."

"It's not leather," he said, glancing down at his outfit. "I like leather."

"Too bad, so sad," Emma said, grabbing Killian's hands and lifting them off of her waist. "These characters are classic."

"I have no idea who they are."

"Of course you don't know who they are," Emma said, laughing. "The character you are dressed up as is Danny Zuko from the movie Grease."

"Who are you?"

"Sandy Olsson."

"Isn't Halloween supposed to be frightening?"

"You've been spending too much time with Henry," Emma said smiling. "We've had way too much scary things happen. For all of us here in Storybrooke, we want tonight to be simple. Didn't I tell you that?"

"No."

"Come on. I did too."

"I don't recall you telling me that," Killian argued. He pouted and said, "I want to be scary."

Emma pecked his lips and said, "No scary for tonight."

"Fine."

"I think we're ready for the Halloween party!" Emma said, glancing at the mirror. She saw her blonde hair all made up like Sandy's was at the end of Grease. "Let's head to Granny's Diner for the party!"

"What if I don't want to go?"

"You have to," Emma said, grinning. "We have couple costumes anyway. We look too good to not go."

"I'm only going because I love you," Killian muttered, grabbing Emma's right hand with his left one. "Come on, love. We don't want to be late, do we?"

"Nope."

Emma locked the door behind her and they strolled to the diner. The sun was just setting, sending a gold light across the cozy little town. Emma was glad that everything had settled down. She wasn't sure if she could take any more bad things. The sun was warm but Killian's grip on her hand was warmer.

Soft light fell out of the open door to the diner. Emma felt herself relax. Nothing bad would happen tonight. 

She was wrong. A loud scream echoed the neighborhood. Emma and Killian glanced at each other before running into the diner. A girl was face down on the ground, blood spilling out from a wound on her back. "What happened?" Emma cried, dropping to the floor. She placed a hand on the wound to stop the bleeding. 

"Somebody stabbed her and ran!" Snow said, rushing over to Emma and the girl. "Did you see anyone outside?"

"No," Emma said. "Someone, get me a rag! I need to stop this bleeding."

Killian handed Emma a rag and said, "Love, I think she's gone."

Emma growled and said, "Just when things get good, something bad has to happen." A round of laughs sounded and Emma frowned. "Why is everyone laughing? A girl just died."

"Mom, we pranked you," Henry said, walking up to Emma. He had an easy smile on his face as he wrapped an arm Killian's shoulders. "Killian was the one who thought of it."

"I just wanted to enjoy tonight but you had to ruin it," Emma said, standing up. She brushed a curl out of her face, trying to hide her smile. "I think I'm just going to go home."

Emma walked out of the door, a triumphant grin on her face. That would teach them not to prank her. She heard footsteps behind her so she wiped the grin off of her face. A hand latched onto her wrist, slowing her walk. "Love, I'm sorry," Killian said, turning her around. He tugged her closer and she snuggled into his neck. "Henry and I were bonding and we decided to prank you. We shouldn't have."

"Is Killian Jones apologizing to me?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"I love you."

Emma smiled and said, "I wasn't really upset. I wanted to mess with you."

"Oh, you little -"

"Didn't you just say you love me?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure now," Killian said, backing away from the hug. "When did you become rude?"

"Ever since I met you," Emma said, grinning. "Come on. Let's go back to the party."

"How about we just skip the party and head home?" Killian asked, winking. "I have other plans that include you."

"Oh?"

"I won't tell you," Killian said, smiling widely. "You'll have to find out for yourself. If you're up to it."

Emma thought it over and shook her head. "I'm good. I want to enjoy tonight with my family." Killian pouted and she said, "Maybe later we could attend those others plans you have in mind."

"Fine."

Emma grabbed Killian's hand and tugged him back toward the diner. A small smile settled onto her face. Finally everything was right in the world. No one needed her assistance and she wasn't being hunted. The man by her side was everything she needed and her son was happy. Tonight, they would celebrate at the Halloween party as other people. Sandy didn't have any troubles and now, Emma didn't either. Everything was great.