Henry opened the door of the Mercedes and ran towards school clutching his lunch box and without saying goodbye. He barely waited for the car to stop. She watched him with sad eyes and wished she knew how to fix things. Wished she knew how she'd broken them really. Except that she always broke everything she touched.

"Good day, Madam Mayor." Mary Margaret Blanchard said with a nervous smile. Regina just fixed Snow White with a glare and peeled out of the parking lot nearly running her over. Or at least coming close enough to make the mousey little school teacher step back.

One had to take some small pleasures in the day.

She pulled out onto main street to head towards town hall, her mind still on Henry when she saw flashing lights in her rear view mirror and heard the noise of a siren starting behind her. Pulling over to the side of the road she rolled down her window.

"What can I do for you Barney Fife?"

"Really, you watch entirely more TV than I would have expected." Emma said with a puzzled look.

"Sheriff Swan, I do have a town to run..."

"And I'm sure town business is very pressing. But you see, I was out doing the extra patrols I was told were needed to reassure the citizenry after our massive arboreal cat related crime spree when I saw you roll through a stop sign. I know you wouldn't want to receive any special treatment so I'm going to have to write you up for the moving violation."

Regina gritted her teeth as Emma very slowly wrote up the ticket and explained to her in words one might use for a five year old where to sign. Regina was getting madder and madder until she tossed the ticket in her passenger side.

"Are we done?"

"Have a nice day, Madam Mayor."

Emma gave a cheery wave and Regina pondered again ways without magic that she could set the woman on fire. She wore enough hair spray she could just probably set a match to her hair and it'd go up in an inferno.

What was a happy enough thought that she managed not to run anyone over between the school and the town hall. But the traffic ticket was still playing in the back of her mind by lunch time and no amount of reports on pothole diameter could get the damn woman off her mind. With a growl she picked up the ticket, shoved it in the pocket of her coat and told her secretary she was heading down to the Sheriff's office.

Emma was of course, not there, probably sitting in Granny's eating lunch off the kids menu. She should leave of course. Be the bigger person. Be the queen she was even if no one knew it.

Except letting things go had never been her strong suit. So she sat down at Emma's desk and opened a few drawers, tsking at the one filled with pop tarts and hoping she doesn't actually feed those things to Henry.

She spun in the chair taking in her enemy's space until her eyes landed on the boots sitting on a filing cabinet. Graham's boots. It seemed like a strange thing to miss a man whose heart you crushed. But even Regina knew she wasn't a woman without contradiction. She didn't love him, but she missed him. She didn't regret killing him, but she wished it hadn't been so easy. Or so hard. But mostly she wished that Emma Swan would get the hell out of her life.

"You like my chair Madam Mayor?" A voice asked from behind her.

"I do..." She turned and smiled. "I thought we should talk about what happened."

"The ticket can be paid at the clerk of court ... you know... the one down the hall from your office."

She wanted to reach out and snap her neck. But she couldn't do that either. "I understand childish attempts at irritation are one way to deal with romantic feelings you don't understand."

"I do not have romantic feelings for you Regina." Emma put her coffee down and grudgingly sat in the chair opposite her own desk.

"We could actually be adults and talk about what happened."

"You are not an adult."

"I'm not the one throwing a petulant fit." Regina observed, glad at least that she had the upper hand here. "I'm not ashamed of sex."

"It's not the sex I'm ashamed of."

Regina smiled at the idea that she'd made the Savior ashamed of something. Even if she wouldn't admit it. "Well than good. We can establish some rules for it."

"We don't need rules because it won't happen again."

The smile widened. "Would you care to wager?"

"You want bet on if we have sex again?" Emma asked incredulously.

"If we do I set the rules."

"And if we don't...? Madam Mayor, you realize how nuts this sounds?"

It wouldn't be the first time someone had called her crazy for playing with fire. Regina slowly got up from the chair and smiled as she approached Emma, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "If you don't know why it happened in the first place, Sheriff, you'll have no way of saying it won't happen again."

Regina grinned at the mixed look of confusion and annoyance. So easy to play. So like her mother that way.