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Title: The Heat
Chapter One: It's More Than A Feeling
Rating: T
Summary: Regina Mills, an FBI agent, has an eye on a promotion but when she is sent to Boston and is forced to work with a brash local detective, Emma Swan, the real question becomes will they be able to work together to bring the heat? Based off of the movie The Heat. SwanQueen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Regina Mills, Emma Swan, Snow White, Charming, Henry Mills, or anything from Once Upon a Time; they are property of Edward Kitsis, Adam Horowitz and ABC.
A/N: I recently re-watched The Heat and wanted to make an OUaT version of it. Many things are the same but there are a few things that are different. To make things easier I decided to make a list on who's who at the beginning. The list is not complete and there are some name drops in the fic. This will probably be two or three chapters long. Probably. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
OUaT | The Heat
Regina Mills | Sarah Ashburn
Emma Swan | Shannon Mullins
Snow White | Mrs. Mullins
Prince Charming | Mr. Mullins
Rumpelstiltskin | Julian
August Booth | Jason Mullins
Neal Cassidy | Rojas
Killian Jones | Adam
Granny | Captain Woods
Robin Hood | Levy
Regina's heart pounded in her chest as she led the group of armed men toward the house. They had received an anonymous tip that the men inside were part of a drug and gun ring. They had to be careful if they wanted to make it out alive.
With knowledge that only came from years on the job Regina silently signaled the men to cover her back as she made her way toward the house. But as she went to move blank stares bore back at her and a hollow, "What?" resounded from the group. With a roll of her eyes Regina whispered, "It means cover me and go left."
But the group of armed men seemed to be too riled up as they simply ignored her orders and barreled in. With a sigh Regina drew her gun and followed after.
When she stepped inside the house she noticed a few things that were out of place. One, the place was incredibly clean for a drug and gun smuggling operation. Two, there was a plate of red meat on the table, a likely deterrent for the drug dogs. The third and final point was that the two men on the couch seemed entirely too calm.
As Agent Marco signaled the team to pull out mumbling something about not finding anything thanks to Regina said brunette frowned deeply before pushing her way toward the two men. With the ease that came all too natural to Regina she revealed the drugs that were in fact hiding under the plate of red meat and a hidden place in the wall that stored guns. She glanced at the FBI trained dog and then locked eyes with Marco. Who looked like a fool now?
When the team made their way back to the office Regina silently made her way toward her desk. Why wouldn't anyone trust her instead of fighting her the whole way? With a scowl she opened her e-mail and a smile slowly formed on her face. Her boss was getting a promotion and that met one thing, they needed a replacement.
With a plan forming in her head Regina made her way toward the office and lightly knocked on the door. It seemed that her boss was in a heated argument as she slammed down the receiver.
"Sorry about that," Mal said as she sat down and began to rub her temples. Regina, nearly bouncing from foot to foot, simply nodded, "That's alright. I just wanted to let you know that I was observing the agents and-"
"Regina…" Mal sighed as she smiled at her longtime friend, "I know you want the promotion but I just can't hand it to you, you know that."
Regina protectively crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, "I know but-"
"No buts," Mal cut her off, "You have to earn it, just like anyone else."
"You know more than anyone that I've closed enough cases to earn this," Regina began, "And I caught the Chicago River killer."
"Regina," Mal began with a twitch of her lips, "You know I have other agents to consider plus it's no secret no one likes working with you-"
"What?" Regina cut her off in an angry huff. Mal had to hide her smile behind a quick sip of her coffee. With her smile no longer on her face she faced Regina once again, "You do have a certain dramatic flare and an air of arrogance," Mal answered with a chuckle as she watched Regina's face dawn with realization. If that's how people truly saw her no wonder they hated working with her.
Silence grew between the two friends when all of a sudden Mal shot up out of her seat and grabbed Regina's hand, "Follow me."
She dragged Regina through the office until they made it to a private meeting room. With a grin Mal picked up a case file and flung it across the long table to Regina, "I may have a way that you can get that promotion."
Regina cautiously picked up the fill and opened it. Pictures of mutilated bodies and one name in bold described it all; Rumpelstiltskin. Mal quietly waited as Regina studied the file, "This Rumpelstiltskin is moving drugs in the Boston area, and if you can catch him I may just be able to give you that promotion Regina."
Regina looked at the case files with determination and smiled. She would solve this case.
In Boston a scruffy blonde sat in her beat up Beetle and stared down the street. She knew he'd come, he always did, and not a minute later there he was. A man pulled up in a rickety old truck and smiled at the girls on the side walk. Emma made her way toward the car and slammed her hand against the glass, a smile slowly appeared on her lips as the man jumped and glared at her.
As the man rolled down his window Emma could smell the familiar scent of alcohol and sighed, "Hey Leroy, it's never nice to see you again."
With a grunt Leroy reached to start the car but Emma was faster and grabbed his hand. With a twist that would normally break a person's hand, but only made Leroy whine, Emma held onto his hand. With her free hand she dug her phone from her pocket and dialed a familiar number, "Hey Doc, yeah it's me Emma. Yeah, he'll be in his regular cell."
Emma continued her route and found her favorite drug dealer to hate, Neal Cassidy, who happened to be her ex-boyfriend. With a frown firmly planted on her face she faced the man, "Neal."
Neal casually leaned back as a smile spread across his lips, "Hi Emma, couldn't stay away, huh?"
A growl escaped Emma's lips as her frown became deeper, "You know why I'm here," she spat at the laid back drug dealer, "just tell me who your supplier is. It could really help you, you know."
Neal mockingly laid his hand over his heart, "You still care about me."
"No," Emma quickly said as her eyes traveled over his profile, clearly spotting the joint in his hand. Switching subjects Emma smiled, "What's that in your hand?"
Neal glanced down and inwardly cursed. Emma always had been a good observer. With a quick flick of his wrist the joint went into his goonies hand and he was off running.
Emma's lips twitched into a grin as she rammed her foot on the gas pedal and took off after Neal. Leroy squealed in the backseat as he tried to not get thrown about. She soon caught up to the running criminal and casually bumped into him with her car. With surprising ease Neal limped away from the front of the car but he did not get far, Emma reacted quickly and was hot on his trail. She easily caught up to the injured drug dealer and tackled him to the ground and cuffed him. She bent down and whispered, "You could have taken the easy way, Neal."
With Neal and Leroy safely in patrol cars on their way to the precinct Emma decided it was time to go back as well. As she made her way back Emma realized she was tired. And grumpy. Although most of her was not looking forward to interrogating her ex she'd have to admit a small part of her was giddy. Her thoughts soon stopped as she went to back into her unofficial designated spot then all of a sudden a Mercedes Benz pulled in and took the spot right from her.
Anger boiled in her veins and she almost jumped out the car but the anger dissipated when she saw who stepped out of the car. A beautiful brunette in a stunning pantsuit walked out and silently waved toward her. She dumbly waved back with a goofy grin on her face before her senses caught back up to her. She just stole her spot!
Emma angrily pulled her car in the back and barely parked in a space. After minutes of trying to open the door and failing she finally succeeded by crawling out the window and on to the roof, cursing the beautiful brunette the entire time.
When she arrived inside Emma saw that Neal had already been taken to interrogation and turned to the guard with blazing rage, "Why is the cell empty?"
The guard shrunk in his seat in fear, "T-they came and got him."
Emma raised a curious eyebrow, "Who's they?"
The guard played with the pencil on his desk as his refused to make eye contact with Emma, "A different lady, a nicer lady."
Emma scoffed and mumbled, "I'm fucking nice."
Emma huffed and made her way toward the interrogation room. When she found the room her suspect was in she slammed open the door and there he was.
With that brunette.
The woman turned toward Emma and gave her a quick once over then a cautious, fake smile lit up her face, "Hello, you must be in the wrong room booking is just down the hall."
Neal looked at the Special Agent with wide eyes, "Oh, you dead."
Regina looked curiously from Neal to Emma," I'm Special Agent Regina Mills and-"
Emma locked eyes with Regina, a scowl forming on her face and arms crossed over her chest she stared her down, "I'm not a suspect. I'm Detective Emma Swan and you're interrogating my perp."
A/N 2: I think that's a good place to stop chapter one! How do you like it so far?