Emma woke with the alarm sounding . 7:15 a.m. .
- Shit - She got out of bed still reeling , went straight to the bathroom . 15 minutes later she was standing next to an old wardrobe looking its few parts inside.
A tank top , jeans and of course, his red jacket lucky .
She went over to a small diner near his apartment. A place deplorable.
Large windows and looks dirty paper , the tables were steel , as well as the banks.
'' No great luxuries´´ she thought .
She went up to the counter to be served by a beautiful woman , however badly dressed .
- What can I offer you today Swan ? - The woman 's name was Gia had short dark hair and a few strands botched purple in color.
- The usual coffee . Black - Emma forced a friendly smile and immediately attendant was going to get what was asked .
Emma looked up from the counter , someone had forgotten today's paper under it . As she looked at the headlines saw the case .
* Man found dead in Boston Harbor *
A small upturned eyes , people had no more creativity ?
Gia soon returned with the steaming coffee Emma .
- Some interesting news ? - Emma looked up from the paper and looked at her .
- The usual, deaths , tragedies and think here in the footer has something positive , hm finished works on Franklin Street - Emma gave a sarcastic smile .
- Wow, that is simply amazing , no? - Gia rolled her eyes, laughing .
- Actually - Emma took the coffee and looked back at the paper , trying to divert the mind than he had done the night awake.
She glanced at the sessions of sport, but stopped in crosswords.
Regina was in his office, as usual, she had spent the night reading the documents of a case.
A sigh when suddenly the lights of his office locked out by the sun already installed on the outside. She gave a long sigh.
- Another day began - She went to the espresso machine right from your office, you prepared a strong coffee. The coffee always made her more relaxed.
She returned to her desk with a cup in hand. Walking carefully not to spill the liquid it contained.
As she sat in the hot seat his phone rang.
- Yes Mrs. Nolan? Hm can pass the link - Mrs. Nolan was his secretary a few years, she was married, but his marriage was a few months to'' crisis'' was a good friend too. Always worried that Regina had eaten or slept. And always trying to get her to come out and have some fun. Never very successful.
- Hello, I talk to? - His jaw dropped to hear what the person on the other end said. Regina took a few moments to recover.
- Yes I am still here, can I help you, Mr. Gold? - Regina listened intently to everything the man spoke, he led the entire conversation, she agreed only at certain times.
- Yeah, right. I think it would be best if you could come up to my office, we could discuss the case better here, I'll transfer you to Mrs. Nolan to schedule an appointment, right. See you soon - She pressed a few buttons transferring the connection and then putting the phone back to base.
Regina stood running his hands through his hair dark threads, imagining that this case would be discussed with Mr. Gold, she knew of his fame, his'' business'' but never imagined that he would want to hire her . he had an army of lawyers always available to him, so now he wants because SHE as a lawyer?
She was apprehensive, she is a great lawyer, never lost the case, but this case was making her worried.
She decided to drive away the thoughts and focus on what she should do, instead of worrying about a case she even knew.
Emma was in the office of his superior, a strong man, tall, with a face that looked like made of iron. She had seen the overthrow more expensive than anyone, but now he was in charge of special operations. And he had chosen to work with ALS.
- Mr. Booth? - Emma was standing on the glass door watching the man rummaging through papers. As soon as he heard her voice he immediately stopped and gave a slight smile to her.
- Swan , between the need to talk - She walked over to the table sitting in the chair facing him .
- Look, you're here for some time , and we know how good you are at what you do . But you must understand that I was a little afraid to put you in this case, but ... - He paused analyzing caring woman in front of her .
- Mr. Booth , please , just say what it is - she was trying to contain his curiosity about the file that your yellow top holding hands .
- This case has to be treated '' delicate '' this guy has managed to escape several times , always finding ' loopholes ' to hide. And I want this guy arrested - He extended the file to Emma that caught on quickly , opening his cloak .
- Gold ? This is the case I 'm going to work now? - The excitement was clear in his voice .
- Exactly, but you have to go slowly with this guy , reap evidence , find a way to prove things . But be careful - A twinge of concern became visible in her eyes and smiled Emma .
- Do not worry, I'll be careful. But let's see what this guy has primed - She began to read the fixed face, many of the unsolved crimes led to it, but as always he could find loopholes in times, dates, basically he liked the technicality.
Murder, torture, drugs, and who knows what else has not yet been discovered.
He was indeed someone powerful. Arresting this guy might not be so simple.
- Read the newspapers? - Booth threw a newspaper on the table toward her, she picked up watching the headlines I had seen this morning.
* Man found dead in Boston Harbor *
- Was it? - Emma raised an eyebrow staring at the man before her.
- The expertise identified the guy - Booth played a small stack of photos, was probably the first of his driver's license, since the others were pictures of where the guy was found. He totally bloody with wounds all over his body, including a shot to the chest.
- He was called Moe French .. - Emma quickly interrupted starting its information gathering. If she was going after this guy needed to know everything I could about him and his victims.
- They did business together? - Emma was staring at the photo in his hand.
What this guy should have done to stop it? Emma did not know, but she would find out.
- No, nothing connected with this guy Moe Gold business. But this guy has a daughter, Belle French, it seems that it is the connection between the two. Miss French Gold and it seems there is a relationship - Emma was speechless. What kind of man is this that kills the father of his girlfriend?
- He killed her father? - Booth looked at her with a smirk.
- Exactly, and now you have to go up to find out why there and get me proof so I can play this guy for years behind a cell - Emma gave a smug smile.
- Consider it done boss - She took the files and photos and left the room, heading toward his office.
Emma placed the papers on the table and threw himself in the chair, grabbing the computer mouse. A few minutes later, a sheet of paper was coming out of your printer. She stood up, took his files and then the newly printed sheet.
One last look and she was leaving his office, turning out the light behind it.
Emma was already in the parking lot, looked around and his car was the only yellow bug in the parking lot. Nothing hard to find. She jumped in, putting the files in the passenger seat, holding only the sheet she had just printed.
- Storybrooke there we will - She talked to herself trying to cheer about going for a forgotten town on the map.
She called her bug and in a few minutes she was on the road toward Storybrooke - Maine.