AN:

Ok, I was watching Law and Order: SVU and this idea came into my head. As much as I didn't want to post yet another story, I couldn't help myself.

I don't own Once Upon A Time.

Enjoy!

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Awaking a new day, Regina Mills woke –going about her daily routine. She showered, dressed and went down to the kitchen –made a lunch for Henry her son –whom she would need to wake soon. Flipping over the last of the pancakes and leaving them on the warmer, Regina trotted upstairs.

Lightly knocking on the door, she expected to find her son sprawled out on his bed. Only none of that happened. Henry wasn't in his bed. Regina twirled around the room, looking for Henry. He always had a thing for hiding about.

"Henry, it is too early to be playing. Come out my little prince," she said, trying to hold her panic at bay.

When no sound came, Regina now ran throughout the house, searching within every room.

"Henry, this is not funny. Come out!" she said.

But no Henry. Placing her hand to her stomach Regina breathed in and out, muttering in repetition how this couldn't be happening to her. Regina called the cops quickly, seeing as this wasn't a game anymore. Somehow, someway Henry had gone missing.

Regina rolled her eyes at the incompetence of the operator on the other line. She bit her lip, trying not to shout.

"I was asleep ma'am…my son is missing, don't tell me to remain calm!" Regina shouted at last. "You know what, I will call someone else, don't trouble yourself."

Regina hung up, before dialing another number.

"Graham, please help. Henry is missing."

She breathed a sigh of relief as he told her not to move, he was on his way.

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Emma lay sprawled out on her bed, dreaming of nothing but in a deep sleep. It was her day off. No investigating. Just a day for her boyfriend the bed and the affair she stood having with her pillows. All until the banging at her apartment door startled her awake. A mess of blonde curls stood straight up, looking at the door. She thought if she glared at it long enough, it would cause whoever stood banging on her door to disappear.

When the banging did not stop, a bedraggled Emma –slowly got out of bed and swung open the door.

"Graham, it is my day off. Do you know what that means?" she said, "it means no banging on my door or calling my phone, nothing."

Graham rolled his eyes. "Emma, we've a case. I thought it would interest you."

Emma stared at him, cocking her head. "What is it?" she asked.

"Missing boy, Henry Mills, age six."

Emma trailed her mind, she knew that name –well last name. Mills, Mills, why did she know that name. Why did it sound so familiar.

"Who's his mother?" she asked, mindlessly going about and putting on clothes. She made sure to keep Graham from viewing her body. They were only friends, but Graham has let it be known to Emma that he sees her more than a friend.

"Oh, his mother's Regina Mills," Graham said, trying to keep his eyes from wandering.

Emma, gawked. Regina Mills, she knows of her. Her reputation proceeds her. Not to mention that Emma could never think straight when she sees Regina, she's stunning.

"Regina Mills, you know her?" Emma asked, coming out of her bedroom and looking the detective straight in the eyes.

Graham nodded. "Yeah, she is an old family friend. And panicking as we speak, lets go Emma," he said.

Emma tried to process what he had said, he knew her. He knew the woman that kept her tongue tied –every time she passed her. Emma, punched Graham on the shoulder as they walked out of her apartment building.

"How come you never told me, you knew Regina?" she asked.

Graham shrugged, eyeing his friend up and down. "Didn't think it was important. Why so interested Emma?"

Emma shrugged, she's never told him that she likes both men and woman, never really seen that it was his business.

"No reason, lets go. I don't like when children are missing."

She really didn't, having grown up in the system until her best friend David's parents had adopted her. Emma had become an detective to help people. She never liked to hear –when a child goes missing.

When they arrived at the Mills residence, Emma couldn't help but gape at the mansion that stood in front of her face. She lived well, she thought –walking up to the mansion. They both entered to see a pacing and worried face Regina –who looked in their direction.

"Anything?" Regina asked Graham.

Graham grimly shook his head. "Nothing yet."

She then eyed Emma –who stood beside Graham, mouth having gone very dry. Finally did she stick out her hand, gathering her courage to speak to the woman –who stood in front of her.

"Hi, I'm detective Emma Swan."

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