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1). Who has the G!P? – For many I have PM'ed you and confirmed who has it. But for those who didn't and want to know. Pay close attention to the flashback I gave in the chapter.
2). I thought Anna was her sister. It's what you said in previous chapters? – Since watching you guys wreck your brain trying to figure it out was to amusing. I decided to make you guys wait till chapter 4. I took a suggestion to draw it out and I did. Promise the explanation will be worth it. This is a filler chapter that gives you more insight into Emma's and Regina's relationship.
Chapter 3: Don't You Dare
Regina's heart exploded in that moment. Time froze as her breathing grew uneven. Her mind racing at Emma's admission. Daughter? She really had moved on. Anna should be their child. But she wasn't. "I…I see. How old is she?" Her voice not meeting the tight smile she carried on her lips. Everything she had wanted with Emma was growing further and further out of reach.
"Regina… we aren't friends. We aren't pals. We aren't even really married for that matter. I don't have to explain anything to you." Emma said. Not taking the time to turn around and face the brunette. Not that she needed to, she could see Regina's face without even looking at her. Her tone spoke that she was sullen and disheartened over the fact she had a daughter. "Would you care for some food? I can grab you something." She asked, examining her book.
"No I am fine Miss Swan." Emma quirked an eyebrow. So we're back to Miss Swan? Fine if that's how you want to play it. Angry married couple it is. "Perhaps I could journey to the couch. This chair has become much too tight for my liking. May I do that Miss Swan?"
The detective looked at the brunette in surprise. She's upset? Emma shrugged, not understanding the reasoning behind the witness's anger. She'd never trade getting Anna for the world, she had given Emma purpose again. The detective motioned her to the back of the cabin, with the throw of her head. Regina passed with a huff as she walked past Emma. Leaving her signature scent behind. The blonde shook her head as she returned to reading the book on Minnesota. This is going to be a long job. Emma determined laying her head against the leather. Silently wishing she could be anywhere but in this jet with Regina Mills.
(X)
"What do you mean you lost her?" The man asked his partner. Displeasure gleaming in his eyes as he stalked toward the bearded man. "Explain to me how that's possible."
The man caught the manic look in his partner's eyes and he immediately feared for his life. His tongue tied in knots as he tried to justify his actions. "Well…I…I… well," His stammering came to a halt when he felt large hands in a vice grip around his throat. Threatening to cut off his air supply. "I…I am soo…oory." He managed to choke out.
"If I wanted your apology, I would've asked for it." The leader said tightening his grip. When his minion began to turn a sickly shade of blue he sighed and released his hold. The bearded man fell to the floor gasping for air, as he attempted to fill what had been forced from his lungs. "Find Regina Locksley and bring her to me. The next time you fail me… I promise it will be your last time."
The minion nodded, spurting as he stumbled to his feet. Anxious to get out of the situation before it got too dangerous. When the leader heard the door shut. He turned to his computer, clicking the screen on. Sneering, he was greeted by a picture of the Locksley's. His finger caressed Regina's jaw line over the illuminated screen, "One down. One to go."
(X)
Emma was jarred from her sleep as the jet came to a jerking stop. Damn, must have fallen asleep. She gathered, rubbing a well rested hand over her face as she quickly thrust the items back in the folder. Giving herself a moment before tucking it under her arm as she pushed the table back into the wall. Gazing inquisitively out of the window, Emma frowned. Outside her window was a beautiful fading sunrise that was rivaled with the angry whooshing of wind. The blonde could already feel the temperature changing in the cabin. Traveling was apart of her job but she specifically avoided cold weather for a one reason. She hated it.
Despite everything they had arrived on time, Emma smiled as she checked her watch. Standing from the chair, allowing her body a much needed stretch. Adjusting her suit, she strutted to the back. The sight she saw was not one she expected. Regina was leaning on her forearm napping, documents spread across her legs. Unable to fight the smile that crossed, Emma slowly strode toward the brunette. Careful not to awaken her. The blonde pushed a tendril of hair away from her ex-lovers face. Taking the opportunity to admire her beauty. In ten years nothing had changed, not even the cute scar that graced her upper lip.
A rustling behind her caught her attention. Turning around Emma was surprised by Gaston's sudden appearance. Remembering where her hand was, she retracted it from Regina's hair like it was on fire. Causing the brunette to stir from sleep. "Emma?" She asked sleepily.
"We have landed detective. A car should be here shortly. In the meantime I will transport your bags from the cargo holding."
"Thank you." She nodded dismissing the large muscular man. Rotating her attention back to Regina she extended her hand to her. "Come on we have to go."
The widow stared at the hand as though it were a toxic poison. Ignoring the hand, she slapped it away, "If I recall correctly we aren't pals or friends. I don't need your help Miss Swan." Her tone biting as she removed the papers from her lap and laid them on the couch. Emma simply shrugged not trying to demonstrate the hurt she felt at Regina using her words against her. If that was how she wanted to be, it would only make Emma's job easier. Not wishing to be in the witness's presence any longer the blonde dashed from the cabin. Wearing her emotions on her sleeve as she exited the jet all together. Regina bit her lip in frustration. Really? That's what you wanted to say Regina? Or do you want her to hurt because she rejected you? The brunette knew the answer. Snatching her papers angrily she attempted hurrying off the jet before she was stopped by a woman in pilot attire.
Her thin fingers braced against her shoulders. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders as she looked at Regina. Her eyes full of sympathy as she rubbed her thumbs in small circles over the brunette's collar bones. Making the widow feel extreme unease, "Please do not fear me. This will be brief." The red head looked toward the door fearfully. "Will you hear me out?"
"I suppose. Are you okay?" Her eyes squinted at the woman.
"Yes." The mysterious pilot said turning back to face Regina. "Many people in the bureau are not what they appear. The blonde with you is your best chance. Trust no one. They are all blinded by their own motives, just be careful and heed my warning." The woman said freeing the shoulders she had latched onto.
A knock on the doorway gathered the women's attention. "Hey Cee," Emma offered with a genuine smile. "Rose you ready?" Her tone cheerful but it didn't match the look in her eyes.
"Yes, she is ready." Cee spoke up, ushering Regina to the door. As the widow offered her a suspicious look. The pretend couple descended the stairs together and made their way toward the black car that was parked next to the jet. Casting one final glance over her shoulder Regina watched as the woman smiled and waved at her. Soon joined by Gaston who bowed before joining in with a wave of his own. Climbing into the front seat of the black car made shivers parade down her spine, as she recalled the bizarre conversation with Cee.
Emma noted the attitude change in her witness as she turned the key in the ignition. "What did you and Cee talk about?" She asked, concerned by the transformation in Regina's demeanor. Her skin had even flushed as though she had seen a ghost. Coupled by the glances she keep shooting toward the jet, was enough to make anyone worry.
"She was thanking me for flying with them. And wishing me well," Regina lied, issuing her pretend partner an unconvincing grin. The detective's internal lie detector alerted her that there was something wrong, but she wouldn't press the brunette for answers. Not yet anyway. Responding with something similar to a 'yeah' she pushed her foot down on the brake and shifted the gearstick. Regina watched her side view watching as the jet grew smaller and smaller. A new feeling of dread washed over her as the jet vanished out of sight. What did I get myself into?
(X)
"That can't possibly be the house can it?" Regina asked looking on in awe as she stared at the large wood cabin through the windshield. Before turning to the blonde detective, who simply nodded unaffected. In truth, when she traveled large houses had become part of her repertoire. Most of them had been more modern based, and in the middle of a large city. Not out in the middle of dense forests and none of them involved her living with Regina Mills. Pushing a button over the visor, the pair watched as the attached garage doors lifted.
The detective let the car coast. Until it came to a halt inside the cemented chamber. Emma sighed, thankful that car's heating had worked thoroughly. Keeping herself and her wife warm. She had barely been able to feel her toes when she stepped off the jet. Switching the programed GPS off along with the engine. The blonde flipped up the console between herself and Regina and removed the holster. "What are you doing?" Regina asked with genuine curiosity as she watched her pretend spouse position a leather contraption on her lap. Then removed her suit jacket before sliding the leather over her head, fastening it around her ribs.
Silence settled in the car as Emma pulled two blackened pistols from the console. Regina's face deadpanned as her gaze fell to the artillery, making the blonde frown. Apparently she had, had traumatizing experiences with weaponry. Eager to soothe the brunette's fears she explained. "I have to secure the house before we can contact HQ. The sooner I do the better." The brunettes' eyes never left the guns as the detective returned her suit jacket to her shoulders. Leaving Regina to relax more.
"Fine. Do I follow you?" Emma nodded and popped open the door with the brunette following her example. Using the key she had been given in her pack for the house. Emma turned the key in the lock. Pushing the door open with her free hand, while using the other to sneak under her jacket. Smiling as her hand slid around the cold metal. For years it had been the thing she trusted at her side. It brought a certain amount of comfort and authority to someone who had felt lost for so long. Grasping it from her holster she stalked slowly into the home. One hand cradled to the base with the other cupped over top, finger caressing the trigger.
Regina clung closely to the blonde. Close enough that she felt like Emma's shadow as they trekked silently up a flight of stairs that led down a corridor. Connecting to the kitchen. The kitchen sat on a platform all on its own, substantial and spacious. Its upholstery consisted of glossed wooden paneling and, cabinets that complimented granite counters, rivaled by stainless steel appliances. Regina smiled at least she could enjoy the kitchen if nothing else. The women continued through the house noting all the first floor areas were very spacious.
Beige and black furniture decorated the den accompanied by a black entertainment system. With a sizeable TV mounted inside that fit flushly against the finish. Regina waited while Emma checked the pantry, cabinets, and other places someone might have hidden. "Downstairs is cleared. You can wait down here if you wish." Emma said issuing more of a command then a question. Regina stared after the blonde insulted. Watching her ascend the stairs as she kept her gun trained in front of her.
Unsure how to occupy the use of her time. Regina settled on thoroughly examining the house as Emma resumed her investigation of the house. She used the time to familiarize herself with the kitchen. A place that had made her feel the safest and most comfortable in her prior life. Surprise hit her like a kick to the gut, when she opened the refrigerator and discovered there was no food in the house. Not a single can or morsel, the brunette analyzed. Shutting the cabinets in frustration. The sound of boots clapping against the stairs that led to the second floor caught her attention. "The house is clear. But there is bad news." Emma said re-holstering her weapon. Positioning her hands on her hips as she stared at the brunette.
Regina hugged her arms around herself as she waited for Emma to continue. "There is only one bed. I will contact HQ and see what I can come up with. In the mean time I don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"That's fine dear but what are we going to do about food?"
Emma looked shocked at the words that came out of her witness. Apparently she wasn't concerned about the sleeping arrangements as much as she was about food. "Eager to cook?" The detective asked raising an inquiring eyebrow. Remembering how food had always been a passion of Regina's. She had even managed to surprise Mary-Margaret with her ability when Emma had collected enough gall to invite her to their apartment for the first time.
Flashback (14 years ago)
"Will you stop they are going to love you." Emma said pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's head as she pulled the keys from her pocket. Hoping she was succeeding in alleviating the apprehension Regina was feeling. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to." The blonde said backing away from the brunette, trying to relay there weren't any hard feelings. That even if she chose to walk away it wouldn't be the end of the world.
"No Emma I would love to meet your family." She smiled, sliding her hand into Emma's free hand. Surprised to feel her palms were slightly sweaty as well. Her features instantly softened as she gave the young girls' hand a reassuring squeeze. Out of the two, she had always been the one so sure of herself and Emma had been so shut off. Scared the world would only yield rejection for her. "Let's do it."
Giving one another a smile, Emma and Regina stepped over the threshold into the house. "Mom we're here!" Emma stated, stepping into the small apartment.
"Oh I'm in here honey!" The pixie-haired woman called from the kitchen. Emma pulled her girlfriend along with her toward the kitchen. The girls were immediately hit by aromas both pleasant and unpleasant. "Shoot!" Mary-Margret exclaimed waving her hand around in pain. Emma couldn't help but laugh as Regina looked on in horror.
"Oh hello honey." Mary-Margaret stared at her daughter and her companion. "Oh no. I am sorry I was fixing dinner and burnt myself. My husband should be home soon."
"Mary-Margaret what is that smell?" Emma said covering her nose in disgust as she pulled out a bar stool for Regina. Nodding her head in appreciation as she sat down.
"What do you mean?" Realization clicked as she turned back to the stove. "Darn it!" The raven haired woman exclaimed opening the stove. She slid on an oven mitt decorated in birds. Pulling her burnt dinner from the oven. Throwing it onto the stove top with a clank.
"Perhaps I can be of assistant," the brunette said standing from her stool. Moving toward the woman that looked flustered. Emma stared in shock at her girlfriend. As she and her adoptive mother word volleyed over ingredients. And the location of pots and pans. Regina's nervousness seemed to dissipate as she moved around the kitchen. With the precision and grace of a professional chef. Combining regular ingredients that were quickly turning into a masterpiece.
"Regina that smells amazing. What are you making?"
"Yes please. Tell me how you learned all this." Mary-Margaret marveled watching the brunette girl dance around her kitchen. Better than she ever had.
The brunette paused long enough to shoot her girlfriend a mischievous smile. "My sister taught me. Mother taught her, so it's a bit of both. And charred fish thanks to your mother." Regina jojoked. "No Mrs. Swan I am joking." the other two in the room tensed unbeknownst to the brunette. " Some fish charred, makes the meat more tender. Some turn sweeter. I'm simply paring it with seasoned vegetables. Simmered in heavy whipping cream to create a nice creamy compliment."
The cook looked up to see her girlfriend and her mother in a heated non-verbal discussion. Glaring at one another. "Emma, if you don't. I will." Emma's mother declared.
"Mary-Margaret please don't. I will tell her in my own time."
"Tell me what?" The brunette said weighing in on the conversation. As she wiped her hands on the back of the dish towel. Emma grew silent looking anywhere but at Regina or her mother. "Emma?"
The blonde sighed. "I'm adopted. And Mary Margaret realized I hadn't told you when you called her Mrs. Swan." Emotions rampaged through Emma as she fled the kitchen hopping out onto the fire escape.
"Emma?" The dark haired women cried in unison. As they both watched the tow-headed girl flee the room. Mary-Margaret started to move toward the window, watching her daughter duck under the pane. A soft hand halted her, as she locked eyes with the young brunette. Mary-Margaret understood what the young woman wanted without her saying anything. Both women shared a sad knowing smile between themselves, before Regina scooted by the woman. Bracing a hand against the window pane, smoothing her dress pants. Then ducking under the pane until she was able to stand. "Emma why did you run off like that dear?"
A scoff of disbelief came from the blonde. "What girl like you wants a foster kid like me?" Facing the brunette, Emma watched as she bit her lip. Readying herself for whatever her girlfriend would dish out. Some picked pity, others gave a mixture of anger and disappointment.
"Miss Swan." Regina said stepping closer.
"Miss Swan?"
"Yes because I am angry with you. Miss Swan I care for you because you're you. I don't care that your adopted. Being adopted doesn't define you. It shows were you came from, not where your going. But for now…" Stepping closer grabbing the lapels of Emma's red leather jacket, pulling her closer. "Where your going is inside to eat the meal I prepared. Your mother isn't very good at cooking." The brunette said scrunching her face up. Earning a chuckle from Emma.
"Yes your majesty. May I kiss you first?"
"Yes dear. I thought you'd never ask." Emma leaned in and Regina did the same. Their lips came together in a chaste kiss, so sweet and innocent. It made Emma's head spin as she felt Regina deepen the kiss. The blonde snaked her arms around Regina's waist, unconsciously pulling the brunette flushly against her body. The consequence of her action was pushing against the front of her jeans. Making a lump appear in her throat that she had to swallow. As she separated from her love. Leaning her forehead against Regina's created a space between their bodies.
"I think we should join your mother. I am not sure its safe to leave her in the kitchen by herself plus I think your dad just came home. I hear multiple voices."
"I'll be in, in a moment." Emma said trying to calm her biggest secret from Regina. Considering her blood was draining to one area. How was she going to share the most intimate part of herself with the brunette? Especially when it was the part she was most ashamed of.
(Present)
"It calms my nerves, if you must know Miss Swan. This is less than a desirable predicament." Emma conceded. "So yes I am eager to 'cook' as you so elegantly put it detective."
"Fine let me do what needs be done okay? I have to follow procedure then we can go from there. Got it?" Regina raised her eyes in mock annoyance. Emma snorted as she retreated to the car and grabbed out her duffle. Slinging the strap over her shoulder she slammed the trunk and paraded back into the house. "Alright." Emma breathed shoving the USB into her laptop. Connecting to the cabin's secured internet as she filled in her information. Listening to the shuffle of Regina's shoes against the wooded surface as she moved to Emma's side.
"Ah Agent 0906 how are you?"
"Hello Director. The eagle has landed safely in the nest."
"How is the married life?" Gepetto smirked into the camera. Emma sucked her teeth as she rolled her eyes. "And ah yes I see her." The director said insinuating the brunette over Emma's shoulder.
"Sir there is no food. And she will also need clothing as will I? May we leave? The area has been secured and I have the USB in the drive. To help bounce the signal around."
"You may leave after you have your first session."
"First session?" Regina screeched. "What the hell Miss Swan?"
"Marriage troubles remember dear?" Emma taunted through gritted teeth. Reminding the brunette of why she and Emma were doing this. "Fine when will he be here?"
Gepetto crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. "He should arrive shortly. Perhaps I might be able to send some food your way. Because he won't be there for another hour or so. I am sure you can find a way to occupy your time until then," the director winked.
"Sir!"
"Goodbye for now Eagle and Swan." The old man said before hanging up.
"Well that was uneventful." Regina groaned, feeling her stomach tie in more knots by the second. "Well what the hell do we do for an hour?"
(X)
Emma was pulled away from the comfort of watching the Vikings battle the Eagles when a knock sounded at the front door. Regina was upstairs resting since they couldn't leave the confines of the cabin due to orders. The blonde sympathized, she had gone from breaking the rules to being one that lived by them. Drawing her gun she crept along the side of the wall. Avoiding the windows as her back braced against the wooden door. "Identity yourself, " she shouted through the door.
"Agent 0672. I come baring gifts."
"August?" Emma said stepping back, flinging the door open with her after she unlocked it. Before her stood her best friend. The man that had gotten her into the bureau and trained her himself. "August!" She exclaimed. Re-holstering her gun before flinging her arm around the man's neck. Strong arms held her mid-section as they crushed each other in a loving embrace. August had been promoted to Special Agent when Emma had been promoted to Detective.
His job required him to travel around the world, performing secret mission and checking into bureau's and police departments. Making sure everything was running smoothly. The man was the first to pull out of the tight hug, as he held up a large plastic bag. "Dad said you were in the area. I am in an investigation. Can't really say more than that but I did bring food. Compromise?"
"Totally! Depending what's in the bag of course." Emma teased. Hoping her friend had a steak and vegetables for her. She would even settle for a grilled cheese with onion rings if it came down to it.
"Steak and scalloped potatoes with mixed vegetables. And lasagna for the Mrs. I can't stay I am following a lead but the food is still yours," he said holding the bag out to Emma. That took the heavy plastic bag happily.
"Will I see you again?"
"I'll be around when you least expect it Agent 0906." Supplying a wink that was identical to that of his father's. Emma stared after the man as a wave of sadness crept over her. Since coming to the bureau she had made and received more family than she had ever thought possible.
"Emma is everything ok? I heard shouting," Regina said glancing at Emma's back, unable to see past the door. "Emma?"
"Yea. Everything is fine." The blonde supplied turning around so Regina could see the bag in her hand. The detective closed the door behind her as she sauntered toward the kitchen. "Hungry yet?" Regina eyed the food suspiciously, only to be betrayed by the growling of her stomach. Emma laughed as she pulled the containers out of the bag. Examining each one before she handed Regina the one with lasagna companied by a small helping of Caesar salad. Along with a napkin and a fork. Retrieving her own food receptacle, she took her respective seat next to Regina.
The two ate quietly savoring the food. With the brunette's occasional comment of 'she could do better but still appreciated the food'. Leaving Emma to roll her eyes in response as she cut another piece of her steak and kabobbing it to a piece of potato. Before it found its way into her mouth. The rest of the meal passed quickly with Emma gathering the empty trays and throwing them away. Followed by another knock on the door. Motioning the brunette to get behind the counter, the blonde crouched with her pistol out. Tip-toeing toward the door before standing to eye the peep hole.
A man with shaggy, disorganized red hair stood before the door. Decorated in thick spectacles and a green plaid jacket. While his lower extremities sported khaki pants that paid tribute to tans in the plaid jacket. His shoes looked like an alligator was dipped in orange paint and then skinned alive. Making Emma grimace at the combination. Perhaps it was because most of her closest consisted of neutral and dark colors, that she found the man's color choice so atrocious. "Identity yourself." Emma said back against the door one hand on the pistol the other on the door handle.
"Archibald Hopper. If you'll open the door a bit I could slide my ID through the crack. I am going to assume you have some sort of a cop background. Am I right?" Came the muffled voice from behind the door. Emma obliged the man by unlocking the door and opening it enough for him to slip his ID through the crack. Snatching the small piece of plastic, before closing the door just as quickly as she had opened it.
Relocking the door she sauntered away from the door moving to the kitchen to examine the ID under better lighting. "Really detective Swan is that necessary?"
"When it's my ass that's on the line. Yes!"
Regina huffed in aggravation. Hopping off the stool, moving toward the door. "Really Emma just open the door. Couldn't you have told if the man was lying or not with your lie thing?"
Emma couldn't hide her flabbergasted look. "Yes I BELIEVE him but it is all based on following procedure. So help me… if you open that door," Regina's defiance casted a challenging look to Emma as her hand wrapped around the door knob. Emma mouthed 'no' as her hand tensed on her pistol. The brunette faltered for a moment before turning the knob and opening the door wide.
"Thank you." He nodded toward Regina stepping further into the house. Archie turned to see Emma pointing a gun point blank at his head. "She let you in I didn't." Emma told the red-head slapping the card to his chest.
"Well if gun control is the only problem between you too. Then we don't have much to work on." He joked, swallowing the lump in his throat as he stared down the barrel of Emma's gun. Stepping past the man she uncocked her pistol and slid the cold steel back into her holster. Shooting Regina a look of reprimand that Archie noted. Regina stood her ground issuing her own conviction to Emma as she passed.
We've got a lot of work to do. Archie told himself as he rubbed his neck nervously. Following the brunette into the den were he claimed a love seat. Opposite of the two women who refused to face one another or seat together. A lot of work.
(X)
"As I am sure you both read my ID. You both know who I am. Perhaps I could learn more about you?" The psychiatrist said pulling a large flip notepad from his waist band. He motioned Regina to begin.
"Before you start doc. Anything you write must remain here."
"Ah I will assume you are Emma White. And with the risk of having the gun waved in my face again I will settle for mental notes. But I must say if this is any indication. I would bet my bottom dollar that with your candor you're some kind of authoritative figure. With trust issues stemming from your past?" Emma's inability to look the man in his eyes cemented his assumptions. Turning his focus on Regina he analyzed her next. "I will assume you are Rose Alana White."
Regina stiffened at the mention of her alias. "For you I am going to assume you like controlling things. Based on your posture and the way you opened the door. But your eyes seem so sad. As if you have suffered great loss or heartbreak. Which I must say confuses me. With the fact that your wife is seating there. Despite not wanting to be next to her.
With that being said. I must say the two of you are very intriguing and polar opposites. One feels too deeply and the other is boxed away. So who is going first?"
A dead silence fell over the room with both women looking at one another panicked. It was Regina who spoke up first. Clearing her throat, looking directly at Emma. "I would like to know…"
Emma's eyes grew wide as she grasped what Regina planned to say. "Rose! Don't you dare!"
Regina ignored the blonde's pleas turning to Archie. "I would like to know why my partner hid the fact she has a daughter. And refuses to tell me about her once I found out."
And BOOM goes the dynamite! We finally met the Co-Pilot, August, the Killers and Archie. Plus Regina had some major guts to get straight to the point. I warned it was more of a filler chapter but I hope you guys still enjoyed it enough. I promise next chapter will be more insightful into who Anna is but I warn you it is a twist. Review and let me know if you have questions or comments. I love PM'ing and responding to you guys. I take incorporate all ideas given in some way or another.
Questions to keep your mind busy – Who is August? Can he be trusted? What lead is he investigating? Will Emma admitting who Anna is strengthen or crumble her 'relationship' with Regina? What did the warning mean? Will Emma and Regina be able to keep up their façade?
SEE YOU GUYS NEXT CHAPTER! LOOKING FORWARD TO IT MY DETECTIVES!