Regina couldn't wait to get home, and curl up into her comfy bed after a long day of work. They were no closer to finding the serial killer that's been terrorizing the streets. There was another murder tonight. That made 3 kills this month. The MO is the same, so she knows it's the same person. Yeah, bed sounds perfect right about now, and some hard cider.

Emma was on a high from her latest kill. So high, in fact, that she forgot where she lived. She ran to the nearest apartment with an open window. She climbed the fire escape, and entered the apartment. She made herself look homeless. She hoped that someone the person who did live there, on the off chance that they come home while she's there, they would throw pity on her. Fuck, they're here. Here goes nothing...

"Ugh!" Regina is so exhausted she hardly notices her surroundings. Why would she need to? Everyone in the building knows she's a cop. She drops her keys in the bowl in the kitchen and plugs her phone in right next to it. She grabs a clean glass, and pours herself some well deserved cider. After kicking off her shoes, and sitting down on her leather sofa, she turns on the TV. Flipping through the channels absentmindedly. Well I'm sure as hell not watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, she thought to herself. She was always more interested in the Evil Queen than Snow White anyway.

"Hey! I like that movie, go back!"

Regina spits out her drink and drops the glass. Hearing it shatter on the hardwood floor. Reaching instinctively for her gun under the couch. "Who's here," she screams.

"I- I'm sorry. I thought you saw me. I- please don't shoot me."

Regina looked the stranger up and down, taking note on the blonde's appearance. She looks so afraid and malnourished. Maybe she's homeless. "What is it that you're doing here in my apartment," Regina asks, afraid that the woman would try to kill her or something. To be fair, Regina still had the gun pointed at her.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to find somewhere to crash. I don't have anywhere to call home, and I saw your window open over the fire escape. I... I had to try, ya know? Somewhere warm. I understand if you want to kick me out. I get it. Here, let me just do that for you." Emma started walking towards the window. She stopped right when she was about to out, and offered some advice, "you know, It's not safe to leave your window open. There are a lot of dangerous people in New York."

"You- You don't have to leave. You can stay here for the night. Take a shower, eat real food. You look starving. Tomorrow I could help you find a shelter to go to." By the time Regina had finished her statement, her gun was in her back pocket. She would have to find a new hiding spot for that one for the time being.

Emma turned around. "You're letting me stay? Why? I'm a stranger that broke into your house. I could be some serial killer for all you know!"

"That may be, but I'm hoping that if that were true, you would've just killed me when I wasn't paying attention. Now, will you please, get off the windowsill, and come back inside?" Regina holds out her hand to help Emma up.

"Thank you. I really appreciate your hospitality. I'm Emma," shaking Regina's hand in the process. God her hands are so soft. It would be so easy to kill her in her sleep. So simple. So wonderfully satisfying. Duct tape her mouth, tie her to the bed, slowly start dragging the knife up her inner thigh. Then her stomach. Her arms. God those arms. Those legs. I can't harm her. I don't want my blade touching her. I want my hands and my mouth touching her. Emma's thoughts were interrupted by the other woman's voice.

"I'm Regina. Let me show you to the shower." On the way to the shower, Regina grabs a towel. "Here you are," Regina states, handing over the towel. "Please feel free to use whatever." With that, she backs out of the bathroom, and leaves Emma alone.

Emma never wanted to leave the shower. The water felt wonderful on her skin. She was so at ease in the shower that she started dancing to the music in her head.

*thud*

Regina came rushing into the bathroom. "Emma, are you alright?"

Emma was laughing her ass off at this point. "Yeah! Just slipped while dancing is all. If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was say something, you know?"

Regina was unaware of her actions. She had actually pulled open the shower curtain to check on the blonde. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Again, I apologize." Regina's face was as red as the apples she had growing in her yard as a child. "Would you like some help up at least?" She hoped Emma would take that as an olive branch for invading the blonde's privacy.

Emma takes her hand, and pulls herself up. "Thank you Regina, and I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just joking. I know you were only trying to help me." Fuck, what is this woman doing to me? I have never felt this... this... whatever the hell it is that I'm feeling.

"I'll let you get back to your shower." With that, Regina excused herself. I hope that my face is red from embarrassment, and that hot water, not from arousal. Regina decided to make some dinner for the 2 of them. Chicken Parmesan was her go to when she didn't know what to make. The blonde needed some carbs it seemed anyway.

By the time Emma was done in the shower, Regina was almost finished with the food.

"Regina," asked a tentative voice behind her.

"Yes Emm-" She stopped dead in her tracks. The blonde was so stunning, and wet, and nearly naked. I just want to rip that towel off of her and have my way with her.

"Do you have some clean clothes to borrow? It's okay if you say no, I was just wondering," Emma asked her, shrugging like it was no big deal. Her towel slipping a bit.

"I do. Follow me into the bedroom." I would love to ravish you in my bedroom.

Please let me have my way with you in there, Emma thought to herself, blushing furiously.

Regina hands Emma some clothes, including a bra and underwear. Without a second thought, and before Regina could leave the room so the blonde could change, Emma let the towel fall around her ankles.

Regina could not move. Her brain not functioning as well as it usually does. "I- I- I should go," was all she could stammer out, but was glued to the floor. This woman could lure men to their deaths like a siren.

"Should I be flattered, or creeped out that you are staring daggers into my skin?"

"Flattered, I hope. I apologize for staring once again. I'll leave you to changing. The food should be done now anyway."

After dinner, Regina made up the guest room for Emma. "Here are some clothes for morning. Good night."

"Regina?"

"Yes, Emma," Regina asks, turning around, no longer heading out the door.

"Thank you. For everything." Emma was never earnest, but here she was, giving an honest thank you. "I appreciate it."

"Anytime."

Before either of them knew what they were doing, Emma was walking towards Regina, and giving her a hug. Neither actually wanting to let go. After 10 seconds, Emma breaks away. Clearing her throat she decides to call it a night. "Well, I guess I should sleep. Good night, Regina." Pecking her on the cheek.

"Good night, Emma."

During the night, Emma needed to control her urges, but when they could no longer be controlled, she left through the fire escape. Leaving Regina heart broken, although she wasn't sure why.

2 weeks had passed, and they were so close to finding out the serial killer. The kills had increased, but the murders were getting sloppy. The unsub was devolving, which was good for them. That means they would make a mistake, which is what they needed. Regina was the one leading the case, and they were just about to reveal the identity.

"I've figured it out Captain Mills. I have found out her identity," yells their technical analyst.

"What's their name?"

"I'm sending you her name and photo to your phone right now."

Regina stopped in her tracks. This can't be true. Not Emma. Not the woman that stayed in her house. She was too vulnerable. I'm just like the women she's killed. She could've killed me. Is this why she left? So she wouldn't kill me? Am I going to be her last victim?