A/N: I had some requests for a fic to go along with my fireman AU manips so I started a little something and I hope you like it.

Killian Jones is ex-special forces Navy and a fire fighter in a company in the city. One night after a particularly bad day he meets a bail bonds person named Emma Swan. The unlikely pair just might be the kindling that ignites the flames within each other's heart that had been dulled for years.

This is a chapter one introduction. I hope this is what you all hoped for, Let me know if you like it and want to see this AU continued.

Ch. 1

He sat at the bar nursing his beer. He still had soot under his nails and probably in his hair as well. The damn smoke and cinder seemed to get into every pore and crevice. He rubbed his fingers up and down the condensation on his glass as he searched the room for his friend.

The Rabbit Hole, or the Hole, as he and the other guys referred to it was surprisingly full for a weeknight. After the day he'd had he needed a drink. They'd nearly lost a man in that warehouse and were all lucky to be alive after the last blast claimed the building.

He was certain it had to be arson but he wouldn't know until the inspector gave them the final report. He'd handled explosives before; the blasts and fire were too predictable to have been an accident. The juke box was playing some happy pop tune that sounded familiar but he couldn't tell you who it was if he tried. There were a few couples grinding along to the beat on the makeshift dance floor, one of them contained his friend. He shook his head and went back to surveying the bar.

He did a double take as his eyes came across a lovely blond he hadn't seen before. She was dressed to kill in a tight red mini dress and black boots that went all the way up her long legs. She had on a short black leather biker jacket that was covering some of her curvier assets. He licked his lips as he watched her slink towards the bar and sidle up next to him.

She was so close she was almost touching him. He looked out of the side of his eye and he noticed she had the prettiest green eyes he'd ever seen. He felt the corners of his lips rise to a smile. She was nervously tapping her fingers against the old weathered bar waiting for a bartender and looking around as if she was trying to find someone.

Her perfume was driving him insane. She smelled of strawberries and some sort of flower. He took in her scent and laughed as he picked up his glass for another sip.

"What's a girl need to do to get a drink around here?" she asked.

"It's usually a slow night. The bartender is also the waitress." he said.

She looked over and smiled radiantly.

"Thanks." She said.

"Sorry about that Hon, What can I get you?" asked the bartender.

"Scotch neat." She said.

Hmm, she was a girl after his heart. He went back to quietly nursing his beer. His friend seemed to move to the make-out phase of the evening and found a booth on the side. When would Will ever learn that picking up these drunk college girls would never be a good thing. They always had a jock boyfriend in tow somewhere. He shook his head. Last time Will had two black eyes but his mouth got him those.

She sat on the stool next to him and took a sip of her drink. He watched as she savored the flavor. She still appeared to be looking for someone. She kept checking the time on her phone as she tapped her fingers.

He ordered another beer. He was intrigued by her. Had she been stood up? Whoever would stand up such a lovely creature was out of their mind. He'd known enough deadbeats in his life to know that somehow the often were luckiest in love.

He rubbed his hand along his jaw brushing against his scruff. A bit of soot coated his fingers. He wiped it off on his worn in jeans and shook his head. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed her perk up when a man walked through the door. His heart sank. He'd hoped that she was alone, waiting for another girl, or even stood up.

She took back the rest of her drink like a shot, threw a few bucks down on the bar and moved off of her stool in one easy motion. She accidentally brushed the soft curves of her body against him.

She touched his shoulder lightly with her hand. "Sorry about that." She said.

"S'alright." He said.

Her voice was sultry. He'd be lying if even that small amount of contact didn't drive him crazy. He hoped whoever that guy was realized the kind of woman he had and that she didn't seem the type to be kept waiting. He took another sip of his beer as he watched her walk over and greet the lucky bastard.

She shook the man's hand. Hardly a greeting for someone she knew. A blind date perhaps? She was seated in a table only a few up from where his friend Will was undoubtedly being obscene with the girl he'd just met. He looked like a regular bloke, nothing special to deem him worthy of her presence. The waitress took their order and he watched her talking to him. The joker couldn't keep his eyes off of her chest. He shook his head at the disrespect and took another sip of his beer.

He was starting to feel like a stalker but it had been a long time since he'd seen a woman who'd peaked his interest like she had. All of the sudden things became heated between them. He put his beer down on the bar and turned around. The man got up, threw his napkin down and she stood at the same time. He was yelling something at her and she was holding up her right hand and reaching behind her back. If he tried to hit her he would step in. He appeared to be trying to run out and he might have stuck out his foot to trip the bastard.

She looked at him and smiled as she pulled a set of cuffs from her pocket and subdued the man. He couldn't help but grin at the sight in front of him. She pulled the man up from the ground and pushed him up against the wall. She began to frisk him and pulled a knife from the guys boot and tossed it on the table. The other patrons in the bar were watching with amazement as he was. She pulled her phone from her pocket and made a call. He assumed it was local police or backup.

He sat back on his stool and crossed his arms in front of him as he watched in amusement. Things just got very interesting and he was very intrigued. Sirens sounded outside of the Hole in minutes and he watched as two uniformed police officers came in to grab the guy. She gave the officer some information and he gave her back her cuffs. She saluted to the man and sauntered back over next to him with a smile on her face.

"How'd you like the show?" she asked.

"Nice take down." He said.

She slapped her hand on the bar and called for the bartender.

"Police?" he asked.

"No, Bail Bondsperson. He was a perp." Said Emma.

"Ahh, anything serious?" he asked.

"Three counts of battery assault and rape." She said biting her lip.

"Same Hon?" asked the bartender.

She nodded.

"That's serious. Do you have backup?" he asked.

"Nope, just me. I'm freelance." She said.

"I've never seen you here before." He said.

"Just got to town, seems there's a lot of garbage here that needs to be picked up. Should be lucrative for me if I play my cards right." Said Emma.

"I live in the neighborhood. I can attest to the fact that this area is typically not subject to a lot of violent crime." He said.

"You don't sound like you're local." She said as she sat on the stool next to him.

He smiled at the question.

"Originally no, I moved into the area about a year ago. I just got out of the service. I hail from England" He said.

"That explains the accent." She said licking her lips.

She was looking him in the eye and her eyes were sparkling like green emeralds. She was smiling and seemed much more relaxed than when she first came in.

"Killian Jones." He said extending his hand.

"Emma Swan." She said taking his hand shaking it.

"So is this a normal occurrence for you?" he asked.

"Taking down a perp? You could say that. It pays the bills. Sometimes I do PI work too. I have a license to carry and a degree to back it up but why am I telling you a total stranger all of this." She said smiling.

"I won't tell anyone your secrets Love." he said raising an eyebrow.

"What about you? You said you were in the service. What branch?" she asked.

"Navy special forces. These days I'm a fireman at the local company down the block." He said.

"Special forces and a fireman?" she said shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink.

"Aye, my hands are registered as deadly weapons." He said laughing.

He was completely serious but he sounded like a git in that moment and he felt himself getting nervous. This was very unlike him. He was normally very cool and calm.

"So fireman; that how you got the dirt under your nails? Thought you might be a mechanic." She said.

He rubbed his fingers against his thumbs and smiled.

"Quite perceptive aren't you?" he said.

"In my line of work you can never be too sure. I appreciated you helping me with that take down. That guy will pay my rent for the next six months." She said.

"My pleasure." He said.

He smiled at the thought that she was in town for at least six months and took a sip of his beer.

"Oi Jones!" called Will.

He looked over to see his friend with a woman draped next to him tonguing his ear.

"Tomorrow ." he said nodding.

Killian nodded. His friend was taking his date home for the evening and leaving him once again at the bar nursing his beer. Tonight he didn't mind so much. Things just got interesting.

"That guy your friend?" she asked.

"Aye, he's part of the company as well. We had a big fire go wrong this morning." He said.

She looked up at him with a knowing look and licked her lips.

"There are a few known arsonists on my list of jumpers." She said.

"I suspect the fire today was arson. I'm waiting for the report." He said.

"Maybe we could work something out." She said smiling.

"Perhaps." He said grinning.

She pulled her wallet from her pocket.

"Let me get that for you." He said.

She tossed the money down on the bar.

"Thank you, I appreciate the gesture but I can take care of it myself." She said.

She was a tough one and he liked a challenge.

"Leaving already?" he asked.

" It's an early night for me. I can go home, get out of this ridiculous get up and put on something comfortable." She said smiling.

"Can I see you again Emma?" he asked.

He felt really bold in that moment. He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue.

She smiled and took a breath.

"Give me your phone." She said.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to her. She punched in her digits. Her phone rang from her pocket. She handed him his phone back.

"You have my number and I have yours. Call me sometime Jones." She said.

"You can count on it." he said smiling.

"I better get out of here. I don't want to walk the streets like this. I might get mistaken for a hooker." She said.

"You plan to walk home?" he asked.

"I live around the corner." She said.

"So do I. Let me walk you." He said smiling.

"Oh, ok." She said.

He pulled his money from his pocket and dropped it on the bar to cover his tab and tip for the bartender. Things just got really interesting.