If anybody knows the title/author of that story, please let me know so I can credit the author! The 'plot-line' will be similar, but will end out diffrently. I have no idea if this will be a one-shot or a full-on story.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own OUAT or its characters.
OMG IT AIRS TONIGHT! Sorry, i had to say that.
Anyways, here ya go!}
(John Gold was Maine's best CIA/Cop. Once a case was sumbitted into his office, he would always go after it, never stoping until he found the terrorist.)
~Present Day~
I woke up this morning with a head-pounding headache. Theres no doubt in my mind that drinking out your sorrow does no good. Just yesterday I got another call from a screaming citizen. This has been the 20th attack that, The number one criminal on our watch list, has made. She is the most brilliant criminal, to. I can never find ONE trace of her whenever she moves.
She uses men to get to her destinations. She'll start out at a bar, or any local joint, get a man's attention, have them drive her, then she'll hold them captiave or shoot them. Yet, there is somthing SO attrative by the way she does these things...
NO. Stop it- you're strictly a cop. Nothing less- you can't- you won't- feel anything towards this woman.
I have actually never seen her before- nobody but her victims has seen her. Thats why yesterday was such a bad day.
~Flashback~
I was in my local bar, the TV ahead was on, showing a blown up building in Downtown Maine.
"And yet Belle French has gotten to another victim Early this morning at 2 am. No trace of her what-so-ever..." I zoned my mind out as I took another glass of wine. I felt like punching a wall. Why couldn't I find this woman?!
~End of Flashback~
John slowly got out of bed, his feet trying to find the floor. He had the biggest house in Storybrooke, Maine, and yet it felt so small for a cripple like him. His bedroom drapes were nailed down, the light in his room demolished. He cursed at himself, stumbling out of his bed as he found a wall.
30 minutes later...
John walked into the office building, his cane making the usual 'thump' on the clear marbel floor. He walked up to the receptionist, and she looked up at him.
"O-oh, Good morning Mr. Gold. Mr. Nolan and the others are waiting for you in the meeting room." John smiled and thanked her as he headed into the direction of the meeting room.
There office was huge- enough for everyone to have there own office. Ofcourse, they WERE the best in Maine, so it would only make sense to have the biggest building in Storybrooke for their offices.
John opened the door, to find everyone sitting at the table.
David Nolan. A smart young lad, but too shy for John's liking. David was in a secret affair with the newest CIA member, Mary Margret Blanchard. Ofcourse, the only person who knew that they were together would be John. Nothing ever got past him in the office, and everbody knew that.
August W Booth. The second best in the office, nothing more and nothing less. Has a little crush on Belle french (Which for some reason gets John really mad, then John trys to convice himself that he's not falling in love with this woman).
Emma Swan. A new arrival from Boston, was already a bounty hunter.
Everyone else has been in the bussiness for over 2+ years, John being the longest.
"Ah, finally our little sleeping beauty has arrived!" Jefferson bellowed, rising to his feet. Jefferson was the second person thats been there the longest, a real pain too.
"Quiet your mouth and shut up." John spat back, entering the room and shutting the door behind him.
"Last night Emma Swan upgraded our meeting room. Now there aren't any camera's or feedback devices. Nothing in here will ever leave this room." John smiled as he nodded his head.
"I'm very impressed Ms. Swan." John said, turning his head into her direction. She just nodded her head as well, never meeting eye contact with him.
"And I'm impressed as well, Emma." Everyone went stone-cold in the room.
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OOOOOOOH. So, let me know if this chapter sounds good or not- kay? :) ~Emmy