A/N: I haven't written a fanfic in years. Maybe it's time to break that habit? Reviews are life giving, never forget that ;)

Midnight Madness

Prologue:

Regina pulled out a cigarette. The blonde attached to her arm lighting it up.

Regina turned to the young woman, smiling like a predator. "Aren't you considerate."

She gently brushed her hand up the woman's side, stopping only for hold the woman's face, forcing her eyes to lock with hers.

Emma grinned, far too cocky. "I should hope so ma'am. I'm meant to be, after all you did pay for my services."

Regina laughed, looking down at her. She captured her lips, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Emma moaned, but that playful arrogance never left her eyes.

Regina pulled the woman to her. Holding her close.

She was rather enjoying herself too, in that private room, just above some broken down bar.

That was before the gunshots. She cursed, rolling off the bed, she pulled the woman with her. Laying to the side of the bed, out of sight, she pulled out a gun.

Emma reached for a knife in her garter.

Regina raised an eyebrow, "You weren't planning on using that during our session were you?"

Emma just smiles, as she pulled the sheet over her naked form. "Only if specially requested."

Regina scoffed at that, "Aren't you talented?"

Emma merely shrugged, "Guilty as charged."

The door was pulled open and Regina rolled to the side, shooting, once, twice. Head. Chest. The goon was down. She reached for the closet, pulling on a long jacket. The young woman following her.

Regina raised an eyebrow at that. "I didn't know you got clingy to your clients."

Emma laughed, as she took the woman by the hand, "I know the way out, and you can keep me alive. I think it's a relationship for the ages."

Regina loaded the gun. "Well, it was love at first sight."

They both glanced at one another at that and laughed.

A grenade went off and Emma sighed. "So much for that no weapons policy. Everyone and their cat broke that rule."

Regina just looked around the corner, it was clear. "Well, I thought of it more as a suggestion."

Emma took her by the hand and pulled her down the hallway, pressing on a panel, they got into the elevator.

Emma breathed quickly, glancing at the gun the woman was holding. "We should be safe now. I wasn't in that room by accident, I always like to be near an exit. You never know when a client may get sour."

Regina grinned, pocketing the gun. "I suppose not." She held out her hand. "I'm Regina Mills."

Emma took it, shaking firmly. "Emma Swan."

Regina paused, "What else can you do with that knife?"

Emma laughed, "Why, do you want to finish our session?"

Regina merely smiled, liking the idea, "Later dear, but if your any good, I could use someone like you."

Emma through the knife and it landed right next to Regina's head, "Well Madam Mills, I believe you have a deal."