Authors Note: I don't own the show or the characters.

"You have to come back," the panicked voice came over the other line, "He's dead."

That was all it took for her to pack the few belonging she had into her vehicle, the only problem she had was telling her boss that she needed some time off to teal with some family matters. According to him, it was abnormal to go years without taking so much as a sick day, he had asked her what was the point of her having a back-up to take her place if he was never needed. I assure you, we will figure things out on our end, he had told her when she went into his office to see him, Agent Clay will be stepping in until you return. Enjoy your vacation, you deserve it.

Apparently even the head of the Secret Service needed some time off every once in a while.

Vacation my ass...She thought to herself as she sat waiting at what seemed to be the only traffic light in this god forsaken town, she had never taken a vacation in all of her years working for the President, but this sure as hell wasn't one. He had told her that it was for her own good she go back and see her 'friends' again; that it wasn't healthy to go so long without a break, especially in her stressful job. When the light turned green, she pressed on the gas pedal and her government issued Lamborghini gracefully made its way forward.

The town looked better than she had initially thought it would, the people here were cheerful and it seemed to have that typical small town stereotype where everybody knows you by your first name. Rolling her eyes she parked her car in front of the small diner, she proceeded to put on her aviators and stepped out of the car; "Oh my god, you are here! I can't believe you actually came." The red-haired woman smiled at her, growing up Ruby Lucas was usually the tallest out of the two, but now that she was wearing her famous 'fuck me' black stilettos.

She had at least an inch on her.

"Of course I came, Rubes." She smiled. "As busy as I am, I wasn't about to miss this."

"Come inside, Gran is dying to see you." Ruby grabbed the woman by her hand and practically dragged her into the diner, saying hello to Granny before getting her things from her vehicle and following Ruby to the back of the diner where she proceeded to show her the room she was going to be staying in for the next month.

The room was actually quite spacious compared to what she was expecting, "I know that it isn't the Ritz or anything compared to what you are used to staying in. But, Granny insisted that you stay in the best room that we have, we wouldn't want you to just stay anywhere." Ruby stated sheepishly as she helped her put the few bags she had brought onto the large bed, she couldn't help but smile.

"It's perfect, Ruby, thank you."

"Is there anything that I can get you, Emma, something to eat maybe? You have been traveling for a while."

"Coffee, black."

"For sure, I'll bring that right up for you." Ruby smiled before exiting the room and shutting the door behind herself. She had to be honest with herself, she never thought she would end up back in Storybrooke after all these years; sure, she was admitted into Storybrooke General when she was just a newborn and spent at least six years in the Storybrooke Orphanage before being transferred to a girls home in Boston. But she had never considered herself 'from Storybrooke' even though that was what it said on her birth certificate, needing to clear her head, she grabbed the notepad off of the nightstand before quickly writing a note to Ruby saying that she was going for a walk and that she would be back later.

She placed it on the bed before reaching for her badge and gun, putting them in their respected places on herself where she could easily access them without them being visible, she locked the door.

It was a very dreary day in Storybrooke-the sky was filled with dark clouds, allowing not a ray of sunshine through as it let out a constant drizzle-enough to make the pavement below her feet darken but not enough to get her wet. She continued to walk down the currently abandoned sidewalks, walking around the perimeter of the town, pausing at the docks for a long while to look out across the water before slowly making her way back to the bed and breakfast.

"Someone, please, stop him!" A scream broke her from her thoughts as a man carrying and a gun shoved her out of the way before running past, without any hesitation, she pulled her weapon out of the back of her dress pants and followed the man in a hot pursuit down the sidewalk. "Shit!" Emma cursed when she saw the residents of Storybrooke start to gather, the last thing she wanted was for someone to get hurt if this went south, "Rubes. Get everyone back into their houses, tell them I will come back once it's safe!" She called out to the waitress as she ran passed the diner, not losing her tail on the man in front of her as he turned onto Mifflin street.

To her advantage, he slipped and fell face first into the hard pavement of the street.

"Alright," She began to talk smoothly as he got back on his feet, "you give me that purse and I promise I won't hurt you."

"You don't understand, I've got kids to feed!" He yelled, his voice echoing down the strangely quiet street. "You-You'll lock me up!"

"No, no they won't." Emma sighed as she slowly crouched down and put her weapon on the ground before standing up again with her hands raised in the air, "why don't you lower your weapon too? We can have a nice, civil conversation, because if you cooperate with me. I won't lock you up."

Tears started to well in the man's eyes as he started at the blonde in front of him, she had already anticipated his next move when he raised his gun to point directly at her forehead; "Wrong move, buddy." She said as her foot connected with his chin causing him to stagger backwards.

"What the hell." He growled, raising his hand to meet his now bloody chin.

"I gave you a chance, and you chose." She stated simply as he threw a punch at her face and missed, he bent over as air was torn from his body when she slammed a kick to his stomach followed by a similar one to his skull. She knew with another kick she could easily kill him by either giving a painful heart attack or by hitting him in the carotid.

She didn't want that.

She wasn't a murderer.

She scoffed when he made a bull run at her which she stopped by kicking his face forcefully, breaking his nose in the process. Screaming in pain, the main dropped to the concrete, she somebody was watching behind them just by feeling their gaze on her back; however, this was going to go one of two ways.

Either she was going to finish it.

Or he was.

Emma had seen this look on every one of the men she had encountered during her years in the White House, yes it was her job to protect the President at any cost even if it meant risking the lives of some of her men, but she never started the fights.

She finished them.

When he threw another punch at her, she once again sidestepped it and aimed another kick at him, but the result was unexpected; he clamped his hands around her leg and pulled her forcefully to the ground, she winced in pain when her head collided with the pavement. He took the opportunity to pin her to the ground and throw a series of punches at her face, wrapping her legs around his mid-section she flipped them over so that their positions were now switched.

Panting, she pulled him to his feet and spun him around, pinning his arm painfully on his back while she reached for her handcuffs, he groaned in pain as she put them on him, "Too tight? My bad." She sneered.

"That was so cool!" A young voice came from behind her, all while maintaining her tight grip on the man, she turned around to see a young boy and his brunette mother standing in astonishment at the sight of what just occurred in the front of their house. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Oh, that?" She said a little too nervously. "That was nothing compared to what I'm used to, kid."

"Are you some sort of Secret Agent?" He gasped in excitement as he approached her causing her to laugh, "Not exactly, kid."

"Where are my manners, I'm Regina Mills, the Mayor of Storybrooke and this is my son Henry." Regina approached the blonde currently standing just a few feet in front of her, "And as for you Mister Johns. I am quite disappointed. From what I remember, this is your second offense." Regina's gaze narrowed causing him to gulp at the sight. "Henry, go back inside the house. I am going to see Mister Johns and Ms-"

"Swan." She answered the Mayor's silent question. "Emma Swan."

"Ms. Swan to the Sherriff's station." Regina smiled at her son who nodded, and thankfully didn't whine, before running back into the house and shutting the door. Driving them to the station and after having Emma read off his rights, she helped him into the cell and made sure it was locked before returning to Regina who was standing in the entrance watching; "I guess I should thank you, I wasn't really sure what I was going to do with him."

"Don't worry about it, Ms Swan." She smiled. "It was the least I could do, now tell me, where did you learn to fight like that? I mean, rumour has it that you are a guest here in Storybrooke and will be staying for a couple of weeks, the Sherriff position is open. If you wanted it."

"That is actually why I'm here in Storybrooke, me and-er-Graham were friends," Emma sighed as she avoided eye contact with Regina before continuing, "I've always had some form of ties with Storybrooke and when I heard that he died. Well, I had to come and say goodbye, but I have a job that I need to get back to in Washington."

Regina's heart, for some reason, sunk when she heard those words escape the blonde's mouth. She wasn't sure what it was about this woman that made her body hum with need, but she was secretly hoping that she would at least stay long enough for Regina to figure out what was so special about the woman. Regina nodded, "I understand." She paused, attempting to push the emotion that threatened to come out back down before extending her hand to shake the blondes. "It was nice to meet you, Ms Swan, and thank you once again."

Regina's heart jumped into her throat when the blonde extended her own hand to meet Regina's and her eyes caught something that she hadn't expected, a lion tattoo that stood out on her arm as she shook Regina's hand. "You as well, Madame Mayor."

Oh shit...Regina thought as she watched the blonde walk out of the Sherriff's station.

What the hell was she going to do.

Authors Note: Alright, tell me what you thought, please review! And keep in mind that this is my FIRST fic.