A/N: Wooo! Look! Chapter two! I am so sorry that it took so long. I had to deal with some health problems, namely, constant migraines (icky). The next chapter should be up in the next two or three days. This chapter is unbeta-ed so all spelling/grammar mistakes are mine. Please leave a review and some helpful criticism!

Ps. I also have some other fics coming out in the near future and I am taking one/two shot prompts.

ENJOY! (^w^)

A frustrated sigh left blood red lips as slender fingers ran through short dark brown hair. Chocolate coloured eyes scanned over a series of paper documents that sat upon a dark mahogany desk. Eyes left the endless amounts of words to search out the clock that hung on the wall adjacent to the desk. "2:30" it read.

Henry will be getting out of school soon, Regina thought to herself. She made it an aim of hers to always be there to pick up her son, not wanting work to get in the way of the time she could share with him. Her eyes returned the papers in front of her. To many things needed to be done today. An aggravated huff was followed by the action of picking up the phone on her desk. The line rang three times before the person on the receiving end answered.

"Humbert."

"Graham? It's Regina. Could you do me a favor and pick Henry up from school?"

"Sure," was the reply. "Got a lot of work to do?"

Regina ran her hand through her hair again. "Yes, dear. Not to mention all the preparation for the election."

Graham let out a hum of understanding. "Well don't work yourself to the bone. I'll get Henry and make sure he does his homework."

"Thank you."

"No problem Regina. Love you."

Regina slightly winced, "Love you too, Graham."

Once the phone was back on its dock the brunet pulled out her personal cell and sent off a quick text to her son letting him know that she would not be the one taking him home.

Regina rubbed her stiff neck and reached out to press the com button by her office phone. "Linda, could you bring me the building codes for Main Street?"

There was no answer but Regina knew her assistant had heard her. A few moments ticked by until one of doors to her office opened and a petite red head entered with files in her arms. She set the first one in front of her boss, "The building codes and," she set down the second one. "Ms. Bellmont dropped off her finalized report for the library renovations."

Regina couldn't help but roll her eyes, great even more work for me.

"Will that be all Madame Mayor?"

"Do I have any appointments scheduled for the rest of the day?"

"Ummmm," Linda crinkled her brow, silently running over the Mayor's agenda in her head. "No, Ma'am. Well accept that Mr. Jason called and said that he would be dropping off something you requested for? He said he should be her sometime around four."

The Mayor waved her hand towards the door. "Thank you, you may go home now if you wish."

Linda smiled brightly, thanked her, and left the office. She was always grateful for an early end to the day. Her boss was kind to her but being the Mayor's secretary and personal assistant could a stressful and consuming job. She grabbed her things and hopped that Regina wouldn't stress out to much over work. Being Mayor was a demanding job, but add on planning an election plan for State Senator? Linda shook her head. That woman is a wonder, she thought as she exited Town Hall and made her way to her car.

Meanwhile the same woman of wonder had flipped open the second folder and begun to read.

~o.0.o~

The door of a black Mercedes slammed shut outside the large white mayoral mansion at 6:30pm on the dot. Expensive black heels clicked on the stone walkway up to the front door as Regina reached into her purse, blindly searching out her house keys, careful not to drop the package that was under her arm. She gently nudged the front door closed behind her as she made her way into her home, dropping the keys in a small dish by the door. Her arrival did not go unnoticed.

"Mom!" Came the shout that was accompanied by the sound of feet running down the upstairs hallway.

"Henry, what did I tell you about running in the house!" She called up, only slightly annoyed.

The sound of running slowed as Henry descended the grand staircase, jumping the last to steps. He rushed to embrace his mother, careful to not actually run.

"And what do I always say about jumping off the stairs, sweetheart?" She chided softly as she hugged him back, smoothing down his wild hair.

He stepped back and gave her a goofy grin. "That its fun but you can't do it because you're always in heels?"

She gave her son a look.

"Okay, that its dangerous and not to do it. Sorry..."

"That's right, now do try and remember that. Okay?"

Henry mumbled, "Okay."

"Good," she kissed her son's forehead. "Hungry?"

"Starving!"

Regina couldn't help but laugh. She set her briefcase and purse down, making her way to the kitchen with the package still in her under her arm. She set it down on the counter, right in front of the stool she knew her son would choose to sit on.

"What's this?" He asked as his mother placed a pot of water on the stove for pasta.

"A surprise, for after dinner."

"Is it for me?!" His excitement was obvious.

"Maybe."

Henry stared at the brown package with new fascination.

Regina turned and scanned the kitchen, just now realizing the absence.

"Sweetheart, where's Graham?" She asked.

"In your study," he replied, not taking his eyes off the mysterious box.

"Actually, I'm right here."

Regina quickly turned to face the voice.

"Did I startle you?" He teased as he walked up to her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

"No." Came the stiff reply as Regina turned her attention back to the pot.

He was about make a retort about her needing to admit that he had scared her but his words were cut off by a loud crash.

Henry would have fallen from surprised if Graham hadn't caught him. "What was that?" He jumped from the stool, "It sound like it was in the backyard!"

"Henry!" His mother called after him. "You will stay in this kitchen. Do you understand me?" She didn't wait for an answer as she made her way out of the kitchen and to the backdoor, Graham following closely behind.

What they saw once they made it out doors was defiantly not what they expected to find. A blond woman lay unconscious in the grass clothed in, what Regina thought to be, a ridicules dress that looked like it was from medieval times. It looked as if the woman had passed out, knocking over two flower pots causing them to shatter.

"What the hell?" Graham and Regina said in unison.