Hey, hi, welcome. First I want to say that this is a remix of one of my other stories made to fit Swan Queen.
There will be undertones of past and present BDSM practices but so very very little you might not even see it in any chapters after the first two or three,
If it bothers you just skip over it.
That is all I have to say, I don't own anything.
Hope you enjoy!
"Emma don't do this. Please don't do this, don't leave me." I hear Regina say as I fold a shirt and shove it into my suitcase.
"Well I can't stay here. This never should have happened. I never should, no, WE, never should have let this happen. You are a client Regina. One of the most important clients I could ever have and you just threw it in my face."
"So I'm a client now?" She asks with pain in her voice
"I could lose my JOB! All because I was so careless as to let myself fall for you." I grab my suitcase and start towards the door.
"Emma please I...I love you! Don't do this!" Just then two gunshots ring out and the world around me goes black.
"Emma!"
EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER….
I hate my life. Well on days like this at least. Days when my boss calls me to his office for a 'talk'. Days when I wish the ground would just swallow me up never to return. Hold on I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Emma Grace Swan and I NEVER get what I want. I continue walking to my bosses office. And as I do I hear my colleague Stephanie mumble, " Dead woman walking." under her breath. And others look at me with pity on their faces. I'm sure the whole floor knows I'm about to be fired. As I round the corner and reach the doors of doom I stop and say my last Hail Mary's. When I finally work up the nerve to open the door I am frozen by the scene in front of me. My boss, smiling and spinning around in his chair. Was I really so hard to work with that he is this happy he gets to fire me? When he finally noticed my presence he stopped spinning.
"Emma, you have no idea how much I love you." He says walking over to me and hugs me so tight that I can barely breath.
"Okay, um… one, this is just a little bit weird so let me go, and two, why do you love me so much?" I ask, still struggling in his arms.
"Oh yes, sorry. I'm just so damn pleased with you. You have no idea how proud I am of you." He says while releasing me only to grab hold of me by my shoulders, holding me at arms length.
"I don't see why, I haven't done anything." I say getting annoyed.
I've been here for the past minute and still don't know why since I know it's not because I am about to get fired.
"Yet. You haven't done anything yet. My boss wants my best gal, you are my best ga-" He says but I cut him off.
"Best gal?! Best gal! What am supposed to be? Some type of prostitute?!"
"No you are the best ga- female analyst that the FBI has. "
"Got that right!"
"And he wa-"
"And what's with wanting a woman?" By the look he's giving right now I think that was my last outburst.
"Well if you would shut up and let me finish a sentence you would know by now!" Well now I feel like a scolded teenager.
"I apologize Sir, please continue."
"As I was saying my supervisor has a job for you, since you are the best I have, to protect one of the benefactors daughters until the threat is executed, her name is Regina Mills. Understood?" If I said I was shocked and sacred it would be an understatement.
Maybe even the understatement of the year.
The Mills family is the most powerful family in Maine. They are the root of the reason why I became the person I am today.
Memories of the past start flooding in.
Flashback…
"Have you had enough?" The voice says from behind me, hitting me again when I don't answer fast enough.
"Yes." I say receiving another hit.
"Yes what, you insolent child?"
"Yes Mistress Cora."
End flashback
"Hello...Earth to Emma." My boss says attempting to get my focus back on him.
"Yes sir, but did you say Regina Mills? As in the daughter of Henry and Ava Mills? As in the most powerful family in Maine?" I ask still a little stunned by all that is being thrown my way.
"Yes, and your flight leaves on tomorrow at five am, that way you way will be in Boston by at least six am so you can be debriefed by seven and working on catching this crazy person by eight. I suggest you leave now so you can go home and get ready. I'll take care of anything you need of your team from here." He says and walks back around to sit down at his desk.
Then it hits me. Rage, red hot rage is what is coursing through my veins. Then something else dawns on me.
"Boston? Why do I need to go to Boston? The whole family lives here in Maine."
"Ms. Mills is there on vacation for four weeks. And before you start worrying about you know who, he can go with you as long as he doesn't cause any problems." Hmm… A four week stay in Boston wouldn't destroy everything good I've built in my life. Maybe just the walls I built around ever being there, but it's only four weeks, a month. I can do a month in Boston.
"Fine. I will start packing."
"Oh. And Emma, The Mills' have booked their private plane for you."
"Oh really? How nice and gracious of them." I say sarcastically making my way to the door, closing it behind me as I look up I see a number of people quickly turn their heads and Stephanie walks up to me.
"It was real nice working with you Emma." Stephanie says. Okay. Now I'm furious.
"Stephanie, you will be happy to know I didn't get fired. I got a huge bonus."
I buzz into my apartment building and head straight for my apartment, deactivating the alarm as soon as I enter.
"Baby I'm home." I call out as I place my keys and badge in the bowl and hang my coat up.
"I'm in the kitchen." I hear him call out as I put my gun in the safe by the door before making my way to the kitchen.
"What's cooking? Smells good." I say kissing his head as he stands on a chair so he can see into the pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove.
"I'm clearly making spaghetti mom."
"I have something to tell you." I tell him as I help him poor the noodles into the sauce.
"Let me guess, you have some killer shooting up helpless people and you have to go stop them?"
"Henry!"
"Well it's true! You start it the same way every time."
"Well it's different this time. Nolan said I could bring you with me. You can stay in the apartment I have there. You won't see me all the time but at least you'll see me everyday, right?"
"I can go with you? I've never been able to go with you."
"Well I've never had an apartment in any of the other places I've gone to."
"Well where are we going that you have an apartment there?" He asks as he plates some spaghetti and salad on a plate then hands it to me.
"Boston." I say putting it on my spot at the table.
"Why do you have an apartment in Boston?" He asks as he pushes the chair he had been standing on over to the counter, going back to get his plate before sitting at his place at the table.
"Because I used to live there."
"In Boston? You used to live in Boston? When?"
"Before you were born."
"Mom. You had me when you were eighteen. How is it possible that a pregnant eighteen year old made enough to own her own apartment?"
"I guess the same possibility that made my ten year old so damn smart." I say reaching across the table to ruffle his hair.
Knowing how much he hates it and will instantly change the topic just to lecture me on it.
"MOM! Honestly? How hard can it be to not do that? Do you know how long it takes to do my hair? To make sure it is absolutely perfect?"
When Henry and I get to the airport we are escorted to the loading dock for Mills Publishing. We have about a twenty minute wait time so I decide to read the background information on this so called threat I will be dealing with, while Henry looks at the planes landing and taking off.
I open the file and start reading.
"You have got to be kidding me right now."
"What?" Henry asks from where he is by the window.
"Nothing. See how many airlines you can find." I say looking back at the file in my hands.
Both of the threats here are minors; prank calls from no one, and fan letters. Neither of these is of FBI level. I grab my bag and call my boss.
"SSA Nolan."
"What the hell is this supposed to be David?" I ask pointing at the file in front of me, even though I know he can't see me.
"I'm going to go ahead and assume you read the file."
"Yes, I read the file and you want me to tell you what I found?" I ask rhetorically.
"No, but I'm sure you are going to tell me anyway."
"I found absolutely no reason for me to be needed here David!" I yell in a whisper as I see the pilot heading towards me.
"Ms. Swan I presume?" He asks.
"Agent Swan. And Henry, my son." I correct him pointing at Henry as he continues counting airline companies.
"Of course Agent Swan, the plane will be ready shortly." He says and walks away.
"Emma there was something that happened that was too sensitive to be put in the case files. On the morning of February the seventh a human heart was sent to ' apartment shortly after she left for her trip. Therefore she is not aware of the incident and will not be notified of it until the situation is handled unless you can find a way to do it without compromising the case. Now get on that plane and do what you do best. Catch the monster causing all this trouble. That's in order Agent Swan." He says to me in his no nonsense voice.
"Yes Sir I won't disappoint you."
"I know you won't. Now don't call me again unless you are calling to tell me you caught the guy or you are in cardiac arrest, you got it." He says and I can shear the smile in his voice
"Will do Sir. Goodbye Sir."
"Goodbye Agent Swan." He says and hangs up.
Once we board the plane I am surprised by the amount of walking space there actually is. When I'm seated and sure that Henry is somewhere safe with my phone, it doesn't take long for me to slip into a restful and peaceful sleep. Dreaming of brown hair and piercing cognac eyes. I'm woken what feels like only minutes later by the gentle caress of the stewardess.
" , the plane will be landing soon. Would you like something to eat or drink? Henry already has an apple juice and crackers. " She asks.
"Um.. some water would be fine thank you." I must have been asleep the whole time.
"I hope you had a nice flight ." She says coming back with a bottle of water.
"I did thank you Miss-"
"Ruby but everyone calls me Red."
"Thank you Red and you can call me Emma. Not many people can do that."
"Well Emma if you don't mind my asking who are you. I mean the only women that ride this plane are for if you can catch my drift. But none of them have had a kid with them." She says sitting down opposite my seat.
"I don't get it." I say even though I have an idea where she's going with this.
"Lets just say that they go in ten dollar outfits and leave in thousand dollar outfits. You catching on yet?"
"Are you telling me I'm putting myself in the line of potential danger for an heiress that hires prostitutes?"
"So you're not one of them?"
"No. I work for the FBI I was sent here to protect Ms. Mills and catch the person stalking her and now my possible suspect list just tripled in size."
"FBI have to be at least thirty."
"Twenty-nine thank you." I say laughing.
"Well now that that's settled I will go back to my seat. Bye Emma it was nice talking with you. Bye henry, you take care of your mom."
"Don't worry I will." Henry says smiling as he bounces down the corridor
Once of the plane and after exchanging numbers and emails with Red I make my way to the pick up area of the airport. There is a woman with a holding a sign with my name.
"Hello, you must be my boss's boss. This is my son Henry." I say shaking her hand.
"Director Mary Margaret Blanchard, I've heard a lot of things about you. It's very nice to meet you Henry. I hope in a few years you'll take interest in your mother line of work." She says walking towards a black Audi SUV.
"In a very long time I hope." I say as I close my door making sure Henry is buckled up.
"We will be heading to Ms. Mills' Boston office to get you put in the security loop and introduce you to herself and go from there." She says as we head into the Boston traffic.
When we get to the building we go straight to the security room because Regina is still in a meeting.
Out of the corner of my eye I see someone walking towards Henry and me and immediate move him behind me.
"Hi, my name is Belle, I work for Miss. Mills and I would love to look after this young man while you work." She says with a soft australian accent.
"Mom can I please?" Henry begs looking u at me with his big brown puppy eyes.
"Yes you can go. And behave."
"I will!" He yells behind him as they walk off in the direction she came from before.
Hood the head of Mills security introduces everyone starting with Killian Jones who is directly after him then John Little. There are a few more but they are just backup in case someone is sick.
"Jones you will be Ms. Swan's Cpo for the duration of sher st-"
"It's Agent Swan and Jones will do nothing of the sort. No offense but I can protect myself. I have been trained in close combat and target shooting. It seems to have slipped your mind that I work for the FBI."
"What's the FBI doing here Hood?" We all turn to see the greek goddess known as Regina Mills standing in the doorway looking downright sinful in a charcoal gray suit that brings out her eyes perfectly.
"I'm here because someone is stalking you."
"I know that but it's serious enough to involve the FBI." Regina says running her hands through her hair.
"I going to assume you don't know the heart then." I say pitching the bridge of my nose feeling a headache make its presence known.
Well that just happened. You finished this so everything else form here on should be smooth sailing.