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Wheels skidded on the smooth tar as Emma stomped on the gas, the needle sliding far past the speed limit, but she didn't even notice. She was too busy keeping her yellow bug on the road as her mind was overflowing with horrifying thoughts.

A nauseating feeling settled in the pit of her stomach while she remembered David's phone call from five minutes ago. He sounded so on edge, she was terrified of what she would encounter.

The blonde pulled the car up in front of the house. This could not be happening she thought when she saw the red and blue lights flashing from the patrol cars standing in front of Regina's house.

Bright yellow tape surrounding the immediate area.

She barely had enough common sense to remember putting on the hand breaks before throwing her car door open.

"What happened," Emma shouted running towards the scene. She ducked under the tape, when she was shoved back. The patrol officer immediately apologised when he realised it was the sheriff however. Lifting up the plastic, granting her full access.

She rushed to her dad when she had found him on Regina's front porch. He was attempting to kick down the door, resulting in him getting flung back a couple of feet. The door was likely enchanted. A groan escaped his mouth as he tried to scramble back onto his feet when he saw the hand held out in front of him. Grabbing it, the blonde pulled him back up.

"Dad. What's going?" Then something occurred to her. "Oh my god, HENRY!"

David brushed the dust of off his clothes and looked at his daughter. He shot her a sad smile. "Don't worry, Henry is fine," he assured her, pointing towards an officer that was currently talking to her son. Their eyes met and she beamed in relief that he was ok.

"Regina however," her dad continued, "we're quite sure she has been abducted from her home tonight."

Emma let out a shriek. "Oh my god…" Just as he had finished saying that, the boy came sprinting towards his mother, crashing his tiny body into her side, sobs wracking through him as he held onto her with all his might.

"Hey kid," Emma smiled, stroking his back softly. He might be growing older, but in her heart he was still her little boy.

Big, tear filled eyes stared up at her. "Mom, she's... She's gone!" Her stomach twisted into knots hearing her son in so much pain.

"It's ok kid! It's ok. We will get her back," she tried to reassure him. Being the first to break their embrace, she gently pushed him of off her. "Henry, can you wait by my car please, while your grandpa and I inspect the scene?" Emma realised that it was a lot to ask of the boy so she offered him her phone. "You can play that game you like so much."

At first he wanted to argue with his mother. He wanted to help them, but then understood that Emma was only looking out for him, and that being stubborn wasn't going to help her or Regina.

Emma watched the boy drag his feet over the gravel, his head held low. She felt sorry for him, but she knew she had to. She absolutely didn't want him to be there for the things they might find.

Suddenly something hit her. She cocked her head up at her dad. "How can you be certain that she was taken?"

He didn't answer her and just pulled out his phone, pressing play. An image flashed onto the screen drawing a gasp from Emma. Regina was slumped over, chained to a wall. Her exposed skin covered in deep cuts and bruises. Between her teeth was a thick piece of cloth that had been bound around her head, preventing her from speaking.

The unsteady rise and fall of her chest was the only thing confirming that she was still alive.

A wave of anger washed over Emma as she processed the figure of the woman before her. She looked so small. Silently swearing that whoever had her, was going to pay dearly, she let a trembling finger slid over the screen, a desperate urge to comfort the unconscious being welled up inside of her.

That's when the video came to a stop.

David turned his phone off, tucking it back into his jeans. "This was send to Robbin Hood an hour ago. With the title, 'I'm afraid Gina won't be able to make it to dinner tonight.'

Emma was about to break down right there on Regina's front porch and David noticed it. She fiercely wiped in her eyes, a single tear splashing onto her cheek. He hated seeing her like this, sad and in pain. Gently he dragged his thumb over her cheek, wiping away the tear with the pad.

He smiled up at her. This gave her some encouragement. Taking in a deep breath Emma mentally got her priorities in order. Regina needed her to actually do something, not just stand here.

"Do we know who send it?" David shook his head.

Not planning to waste another second she blasted the door open with a burst of white magic. Immediately her blood froze, a hand flying to her mouth at the sight that lay before them.

The interior of the house was completely ransacked. Cautiously Emma stepped inside, David following close behind. She drew in a shaky breath as she took note of all the destruction. The table was overturned, and the paintings that had previously been hanging on the wall were now laying on the floor in pieces.

Emma bend down, inspecting the scorch marks present on the wooden floor whilst turning her head to the door and back to the walls, littered with dirty smudges. She could almost make out what had happened here.

It made her sick.

She wouldn't actually admit it, but deep inside, she was actually genuinely worried for the brunette's safety.

"Emma, come here for a sec!" Violently the blonde reeled her head into her dad's direction. His alarming tone really frightened her. With a heavy heart and feet filled with lead, she walked to where her dad was standing.

When she realized what he was referring to, she let herself drop on her knees, eyeing the dark red stains.

"Is that... Blood." It wasn't a question because they both already knew the answer.

Her mind was swept clean, all she could think of was Regina and she didn't know why. David looked into Emma's sad and frightful eyes. His daughter might not have accepted or realized it yet, but he knew love when he saw it.

Promising himself that he would do everything in his power to bring Regina back to safety, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a tight and meaningful hug that she accepted with a strangled sob.

"We will find her, Emma," he hushed. "We will find her."