Emma Swan, Sheriff of Storybrooke, Maine, glanced around anxiously scanning the edge of the forest and squinting into the darkness to try and spot any eager eyes watching her. Her ears pricked up at the rustling of leaves and her hand travelled down to her hip but instead of finding her weapon she grasped at empty air. "Shit!" she hissed into the cold night watching the steam get swept up by the breeze. She stilled and surveyed her surroundings again. Satisfied she was alone she turned to face the heavy door. She dropped to her knees and retrieved her lock pick kit from her red leather jacket pocket and positioned herself in front of the lock. She began picking the lock and was almost there when she dropped one of the pins she was using. "Shit!" she cursed under her breath again and glanced around to see if anyone heard her or the tinkling of the pin dropping. She grasped the metal once more and blew into her frozen hands. This would have been a much easier task during the day she thought as she moved her head to try and gain some light from the gleaming moon. She paused as she rubbed her hands together in an unsuccessful attempt to make them more agile. She looked back to the road where she had left her Bug parked a way away hidden so no one travelling on the road would spot it – it wasn't the most inconspicuous of vehicles, but then again neither was the cruiser; she didn't have much choice. She thought about going back to get her torch, she was sure she had some gloves in there somewhere too. She quickly shook her head and turned back to her task, wasn't worth it, this would literally take a minute if she was lucky. As the thought crossed her mind she heard the satisfying click and she grinned at herself. She grasped the door handle before taking a deep breath, there was every chance it was booby trapped knowing her adversary – and she did know her too well. She turned the knob and pushed the heavy door open with a wince. Nothing exploded, nothing shot her across the ground so she stood up straighter and gave the door a more forceful shove only to flinch when it creaked loudly and the noise carried on the empty air. Again, she turned to scan the dark tree line but shrugged before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. She made her way down the stairs slowly and the goosebumps began to chase themselves up and down her skin. It was unusual for it all to be open and not hidden from view. What if she's here? That thought made her pause and half turn back to the door. It would explain why there is no protection spell and the entrance and everything is open. She winced at the thought of the barrage of abuse she would get if the brunette was here. She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. That door was so loud even if I did leave she would know I had been here.She could be watching me right now. She glanced around suspiciously before rolling her eyes and frowning before determinedly carrying on down the stairs. I'll tell her I left something here…and broke in? Hmm, didn't want to wake her. She huffed at her flimsy reasoning but kept going, she had come this far. She turned the corner and gasped at the sight in front of her, she had not expected this at all.
