Chapter 1- Where's my partner?

Bigby Wolf was sitting in his office, thinking of what to do next. He's already messed up big time that was for sure. Everyone was terrified of him. Not that that was anything new, he was the 'Big Bad Wolf' however, this was different. It seems that he struck a new type of terror within them whenever they saw him.

Just as the fables were beginning to trust him as their sheriff and protector, he had to go and fuck everything up. He just had to rip off that ass-hole's head. The Crooked Man his name was. Bigby felt torn when thinking about what happened that day. Bigby was told to bring the Crooked man to the witching well, but before he could take the Crooked Man in he had to take out his 'assassin'.

Bloody Mary was the most ruthless bitch that everyone hated. She was the one person other than Bigby that scared the hell out of everyone. Without her the Crooked Man was nobody. Bigby killed her just before she could deal the final blow. Bigby then proceed to taking the Crooked Man into custody. This is where it started to get confusing for him.

On the one hand he was going to let the fucker live, however he would throw him down the witching well to stop him from causing trouble. On the other he did start to threaten Bigby, which normally Bigby wouldn't give a damn about. The Crooked Man only started to piss him off when he started to threaten Snow White. No one messed with Snow without getting hurt in the processes. Snow was his, the sooner people learned that the sooner there would be less injures within the fable community. Even if Snow did or didn't know of how he felt, Bigby would never leave her side.

However the same couldn't be said about Snow when it came to her never leaving his side at the moment. At first she was always there, no matter what, but now whenever they were together she would be fidgety. Clearly not comfortable around him after what happened. Heck, he didn't blame her.

After all he was the one to promise her to not harm the Crooked Man until after a fair trial. Bigby didn't exactly follow that to the end completely. This is why Bigby felt so guilty. He didn't like hurting Snow like that. He knew how she felt, from the way her scent was off. Bigby could know who was who and what each person felt from the way they smelt. Yet the one person who's sent was imprinted in his brain was Snow's.

Bigby started to think that it may be time to talk to Snow about what happened and apologize for scaring her. With a groan he stood up from behind his desk, still hurting from his latest wounds, and headed to Snow's. When he was in front of her office he hesitated to knock. His anxiety was starting to get the best of him. Fearing of what may happen, he knocked. With no response he knocked a second time, this time calling out.

"Snow?" He asked voice full of concern. She's never gone this early he thought. With caution he opened the office door. To his surprise the room was a complete mess. Bufkin was lying on the ground, however not from his usual drunken stupor, and the mirror was broken. But that isn't what put Bigby into overdrive. No that wasn't the concern at the moment. What made Bigby so agitated was

the fact that Snow wasn't anywhere to be found.