Shipping prompt: Character A is a hit man assigned to kill Character B. Character A changes their mind.

Name: Swan, Emma

Special Field: Bounty Hunter

Mission: Track down Ms. Regina Mills. Shoot to kill.

One moment Emma was on a top-secret assignment to kill where no one else would, and before she knew it, she let her guard down.

Emma Swan was a bounty hunter, meant to track people undercover for the most part, but this was a special task that was thrust upon her. Regina Mills, accused for murder, has been spotted in Boston and her employers want her… dead.

Finding Ms. Mills was the easiest part for Agent Swan, it was her specialty after all. But this time was different, this time she was ordered to capture and kill the target. Usually she focused solely on the former, but she had been assigned for the latter many times as well. Emma wasn't fond of killing, even when she had every right and reason to do so. She always, without fail, tried her very best to convince her superiors that capture and time behind bars would do it, and she usually won. This time was quite different.

Emma Swan had indeed located her target, but she was still looking for a reason the pull the trigger. She had searched every article of information on Regina Mills and came up blank. The real cause as to why Ms. Mills was to be killed was nowhere, there was no reason!

Finally, as Emma flopped back down on the bed in her work-provided apartment, she gave up. No, Emma would not give in to murdering Regina Mills without proof, but she also knew that there was no proof. She had checked every FBI record, every CIA document, and every article ever on this woman, but they simply weren't there. Sure, they had her name, age, address, the basics, but no criminal records.

This was when Agent Swan decided it was time to interfere. She practically leaped off of the stiff bed and towards her closet. If she was to confront this woman, she needed a specific look. A look that screamed both friendliness and power, comforting and intimidating. In the end, Emma picked out an outfit that was simple yet informative; her darkest pair of denim, skin-tight jeans, a plain white tank top and her favorite red blazer, and since it was early fall with decently warm temperatures, she pushed her blazer sleeves up for a touch of personality.

Emma grabbed her phone on her way out of her small apartment to check and headed out into the fall afternoon.

As she walked down the street, Emma Swan realized that she wasn't entirely sure where she was headed. Taking out her phone, Emma checked her tracker that she hacked into the software and was currently set for anything 'Regina Mills.'

Seemingly all at once, Emma noted that the miniscule, blinking, blue dot was practically right on top of her steady red arrow and simultaneously, she crashed into a stranger in the street whilst neither parties were paying attention. The duo tumbled onto the sidewalk.

With Agent Swan's disguised, muscular build, she seemed to recover just in time to glare across at the stranger she had ungracefully knocked off her feet. It was the woman‒ Ms. Regina Mills, and all Emma could do was gaze at the stunning elegance of the woman. Photographs couldn't even begin to capture the natural beauty of this magnificent creature before her.

Shaking her head out of her thoughts, Emma found herself regretfully remembering her mission, she's your target, Emma. Be professional. The blonde steadied herself onto her feet and stalked confidently towards the brunette.

"I'm so sorry for knocking you over," Emma held out her hand in an offer to help Ms. Mills to her feet. "I'm Emma, by the way," the words slipped out of her mouth before she could even form a coherent thought. Damn, Emma, you're not a schoolgirl with a crush, you're a grown woman!

Emma's hazel eyes peered downward just in time to see cold, russet-brown eyes flicker to a softer brown that more so resembled melted chocolate upon seeing who her accidental attacker was. Regina Mills took Emma Swan's outstretched hand and between the two of them, the brunette was safely pulled to her feet.

In all of the brunette's coal black, power-suit glory, all she said was, "Regina Mills," with her tone matching perfectly to her formal, business-like outlook.