So, I finally thought of another chapter! I guess it was probably pretty stupid of me to post my story without having another chapter planned out… Well, I have another chapter written already so I'll be posting that soon! So I'd like to say thank you to White Shade for some ideas for this story! Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time or Robin Hood! If I did I wouldn't have had a three week break between this week's episode and the last!

Chapter 2

I stand behind the counter, waiting for Mr. Gold to arrive. He should be coming to collect the rent soon and apparently it's my job to pay the rent, or so Granny has decided lately. Why can't she pay the rent? I have better things to be doing, and plus Mr. Gold creeps me out! Where is he anyways?

As if on cue, I hear the door open and the sound of a cane tapping against the floor. I turn around to find Mr. Gold slowly making his way towards the counter.

"Good afternoon, Ruby." he says as he arrives at the counter. "I assume you have the money for the rent?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yup." I reach into my pocket and pull out the envelope. "All 1,800 dollars,

along with 200 dollars towards next month!" He looked at me sort of suspiciously before taking the envelope.

"$200 towards next month?" he asked. "And how, may I ask, did you acquire extra money? I believe that you and your Granny do not exactly have an abundance of money."

"That is none of your business!" I snapped back at him. "Now, if you don't mind, I have other customers to be attending to, that is if YOU don't need anything?"

"No thank you, Ruby, I guess I'll be going now." he says, stepping away from the counter. I turn around and start walking towards some other customers. I wait for the tapping of his cane to leave. After what seems like an eternity, the tapping is gone along with Mr. Gold. Phew!

I looked up from my desk, after hearing a familiar tapping noise.

"Sheriff Swann." says Mr. Gold as he walks towards my desk, a green hat in hand.

"What can I do for you, Gold." I asked. I'm NOT in the mood to deal with him

right now. I'm pretty busy trying to find out who robbed Regina.

"It seems I've been robbed." he tells me.

"Again?"

"Again."

I get up from my desk and walk towards him. "What was taken this time? A tea pot

to go with your little tea cup?"

He glares at me. "No. A particularly expensive diamond necklace has gone missing from my shop."

"Did the robber leave anything behind?" I asked him.

"A forest green hat." he places the hat down on the desk. "I was wondering if it was connected in any way to the robbers that broke into Regina's home."

"I'm not sure. I'll have to rewatch those security tapes." I sat back down at my desk. "Anything else you need, Gold?"

"I believe that will be all Sheriff." He took a step away from the desk. "I'll be taking my leave now." he turns to leave.

"See ya, Gold." I tell him, as I inspect the green hat in my hand.

"Slow down, Pongo!" I yelled, trying to control my dog. He's been incredibly

active lately. Making up for lost time, most likely, since he wasn't able to run while he was sick. I think back over the short, but awful, time he spent in the veterinary clinic, a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, because of that, I now owe Regina money! I had lots of vet bills to pay and Regina paid them for me. I still don't have enough to pay her back though! There's not that many people in Storybrooke that need psychiatric help, so I don't have a very large income...

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as I banged into Pongo, who has suddenly stopped walking. I look over at him to see him barking at a small box in front of him, blocking the sidewalk. "What have you found, Pongo?" I knelt down and picked up the little box. I looked at the box and found "Archie Hopper" written on the front. Surprised, I looked around searching for someone who could've placed the box here. Finding no one, I opened it. Inside was a diamond necklace.

Next to it was a small sheet of paper. I picked it up. Scrawled on the sheet of paper was, "Worth about $2,100. Enough for the dog, correct? The woman working the front desk at the hospital collects jewelry like this. Sell it." I got up, and again I searched for someone who would give me this. Yet again, my search had no results.

"Well, Pongo, it looks like we'll be taking a slight detour in our walk."