Chapter 2: Jailed
Henry walked around the store looking for a good present for his Mom. He searched levels of clothing, jewelry and other woman products. As Henry searched the jewelry the clerk came up next to him.
"Can I help you find something?" she smiled at him and chuckled a little bit. Henry looked around the store realizing he was one of the few people in the store.
"Oh! No…No thank you," he said. "I'm just looking for a present for my mom. It's her birthday next…" Henry was cut off by the clerk looking up at the counter and seeing the young girl stuffing money up her sleeve.
"Hey! You! Stop!" she yelled.
The young girl looked up from the counter realizing she'd been caught. It wasn't smart to steal during the day but her options were limited. She slammed the register shut and bolted toward the door.
David chose that moment to step out of the bathroom. He saw the young girl running and chased after her, out of the door and into the late morning air.
The girl ran down the street at full speed but her shoes were not the best for running. Combat boots with thigh high socks hurt when you ran, not to mention her loose but short black skirt that kept flying in the wind. People watched on the street as she passed by, followed by David who was followed by Henry.
She rounded two more street corners before glancing back at David. He was gaining on her, and fast. As she took her last turn past the clock tower and towards Granny's David caught her loose cardigan and they both fell to the ground. Money spewed all over the sidewalk; it fell out of her shirt, her skirt, and her boots.
They both rushed to a standing position but David caught her arm as she tried to run away again.
Henry rounded the corner with his bags in his hands. Once he reached them he leaned up against the fence on the sidewalk, out of breath.
"A thief," David said eyeing all of the money on the ground. "How much did you steal?" he glared into her eyes.
"Enough," she simply replied. She looked oddly familiar to him but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Her dark hair blew in the wind and she looked back at David with a small bit of fear in her eyes.
David looked at Henry panting behind him. "You alright, Henry?" He nodded in response before taking a peek at the young girl in David's strong muscular clutch. The way she looked at him brought curiosity to his mind. Her look showed that she was surprised to see him, but almost as if she had seen him before.
"Now what?" the girl smirked at David.
"Now I call the other sheriff," they started off the across the street and down the road towards the station with David's hand fitting almost entirely around her upper arm. The young girl kept glancing back at Henry every now and then with a smile.
At the sheriff's station, the girl lay on the bed in the jail cell while Henry and David went into the office room. Henry sat on the desk writing in his notebook and David in his chair. He picked up the phone and leaned back with his feet up on the desk while he called Emma.
Emma broke the hug after a moment or two. An awkward silence filled the space. Regina looked at Emma and realized that was the same outfit she wore when she first came to Storybrooke; how much had changed since then.
"It will be fine, Regina. Trust me. You're not alone. You have us and we will figure out a way to get Robin back." Regina was about to respond but Emma's phone rang that moment causing them both to jump. "Sorry. One second." Emma stood up and walked around the couch leaving Regina to take a sip of her tea which she could now get down.
"Hi. Dad listen I can't…" Regina looked back at Emma as she spoke.
"Emma, get down to the station now! We have a situation on our hands involving a teenager."
"What happened," she asked David.
"I'll explain later. Just get down here." He hung up the phone.
Emma walked back around the couch to grab the folder her mother needed. "That was David," she said. "Something happened and we have to get down there now."
"We?"
Emma nodded and they both got up before Regina realized what she had just told her. "Emma, wait."
"What is it?"
"You can't tell anyone what I just told you. People can't know."
"What about Henry?"
"Least of all Henry."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not ready for him to know yet, so can you just not say anything yet?"
"Okay." Emma smiled. "I won't." They left to pick up Killian then went to the station.
"I'm here!" Emma announced as they entered.
"Shhh," Henry quieted her down as he and David stepped out of the office.
"Why are we being quiet," Killian asked in a whisper.
"She's sleeping," David pointed to the young girl sleeping in the cell. "I want to keep her that way."
"Who is she," Regina glanced over at her.
"We don't know. She won't tell us anything."
The girl woke up from her slumber and rubbed her eyes. She sat up and saw everyone staring at her. She stood up instantly once her eyes locked with Regina's. They both stood there staring at each other for a while.
"Oh my God." David finally understood why she looked so familiar.