Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing…I'm merely an amateur puppeteer.

A/N: This story is loosely based on characters from two TV shows that have copious amounts of lesbian subtext. Why not bring them together? Not sure how long it'll be or where it's going...but I thought I'd post it anyway.


Trees zipped by in a blur as she sprinted along the dirt path and pushed herself over the next hill. The summer heat draped itself over her body like a blanket and she struggled under its weight. She slowed down as the path opened up into a small beach with a gentle ocean breeze. Sweat beads gathered on her forehead as she clutched her side and gasped for air. Her lungs burned like fire and her legs felt like they would give way at any moment. She reached for her water bottle and doused her entire face with cool liquid until she was able to regulate her breathing. Water droplets highlighted the golden hue of her hair as they glistened in the sun and rolled off her fair skin onto her white tank top.

Emma began stretching her over-worked muscles, knowing that there would be hell to pay in the morning when they stiffened up. She knew she was pushing her body to the limit, but she had to do something that made her feel alive in this stuffy little town. Perps in Storybrooke didn't flee from her in high-speed vehicles with drawn semi-automatic weapons like they did in Boston. Emma's most exciting duties as Storybrooke's Sheriff included issuing speeding tickets and dealing with the town's exceptionally ill-tempered Mayor. She often thought about returning to the city where mystery and action lurked around every corner, but her mind always drifted back to Henry and how his face lit up when she was around.

Emma wiped the sweat off her brow and walked over to the spot where Henry's castle once stood, before his misanthropic mother used her political power to have it torn down. Of course the Mayor would ruin the one thing that made her son happy. Emma started to clench her jaw in anger when the sound of her cell phone jarred her into the present.

"Hello?" Emma answered tentatively, not recognizing the number.

"Emma? …Emma Swan? …Is that you?" came a raspy female voice.

"Yeah…who's this?"

"Em! It's Rizzoli…from BPD!"

"Rizzoli!" Emma exclaimed. "Oh my god…it's been too long!"

Emma's mind flooded with memories of her time at the Boston PD, both as a juvenile delinquent and as a young recruit. Emma's childhood was plagued with numerous foster homes, negligent parents, and misspent energy. She ended up at the station several times for running away and committing petty crimes. She inevitably ended up in the hands of Vincent Korsak or Jane Rizzoli, and often begged them to let her stay at the station since it was the most consistent place she had ever known.

After Emma hit rock bottom by dropping out of high school and giving Henry up for adoption, she decided to get her shit together and follow in the footsteps of the most badass woman she's ever met. Jane was like the older sister she never had, and was as close to family as she's ever come, aside from Henry of course. Jane never judged her for being a screw up. Jane knew what it was like to fight for survival on a daily basis and Jane's level of tenacity inspired Emma. She managed to get her GED and scrape through the Police Academy. Jane was a higher ranking officer on her way to becoming a detective when Emma finally made it into the BPD. Jane instantly took Emma under her wing and their friendship blossomed.

Emma and Jane took a while to catch up and fill each other in on the past year's events. Emma chose to leave the BPD when Henry tracked her down and changed her life. Jane understood Emma's decision to leave, but it still hurt when she didn't stay in contact. Jane knew that Emma had to do some soul searching in Storybrooke, but she told Emma that she would always be just a phone call away.

"So…I was thinking of taking a little vacation. We just finished a long case and the boys are driving me crazy. Not to mention my ma. I just need some time to breathe…get out of Boston for a while…you know…maybe visit Storybrooke…make sure the new Sheriff is doing her job." Jane grinned.

"You're coming to visit me? In Storybrooke?" Emma exclaimed in disbelief. "That's the best news I've gotten all year!" Emma was thrilled at the thought of seeing the Detective again and imagined all the ways in which she would ruffle the Mayor's feathers. Jane had an inexplicable way of provoking women in power, and Emma loved nothing more than antagonizing the Mayor.

"I'm excited to see you too, kiddo! Oh…and…uh… Maura wants to come with me. She mentioned something about the intriguing history of Maine's geomagnetic pole reversal and isotopic …err …something a rather. And…I think it'll be a fun trip for both of us." Jane added.

"Right." Emma snorted. "You still haven't told her that you're madly in love with her…have you."

Emma saw how Jane turned into mush around Maura and knew that the gorgeous M.E. had Jane whipped, despite Jane's best attempt to stay in denial.

"Whaa…no!" Jane choked on her cup of coffee. "Don't even go there Em! We already discussed this…Maura likes guys…end of story!" Jane began squirming in her chair.

"Whatever you say Rizzoli..." Emma threw her hands up in defeat. Jane could be so stubborn sometimes.

After a moment of reflective silence, Jane suddenly asked, "Is there a fancy hotel in Storybrooke? You know…for Maura? "

"Yeah…" Emma laughed, "I'm sure Maura will be comfortable at the Storybrooke Inn. They have pricey wine and high thread-count bed sheets…all handpicked by the Mayor herself." Emma rolled her eyes.

"Good. I'll call and make a reservation. See ya soon kiddo!"

Emma ended the call and felt a surge of energy pulse through her. She couldn't wait for Jane and Maura to get here and add some fuel to the fire that had already started burning between her and the Mayor.