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Chapter 3 – Trouble is back

Regina stared at them both, turning her gaze now to Emma who was staring back at her unpleasantly. "I thought the people on the phone told you to leave." Regina says, hissing through her teeth. She saw Mr. Gold's hands on Emma's shoulder. "Miss Swan, you were told to..." Her voice trailed off as Mr. Gold stopped her from continuing.

"I suggest, Regina." Mr Gold warned. "That you leave Miss..." He was cut off by Emma this time. He looked at her, startled. Then felt her hand press against his chest. "It's OK. I'll leave." Emma said, gazing into his eyes "Emma, you don't have..."

"Shhhh..." She placed her finger against his lips. "I don't want to cause trouble." Emma stepped away from him. He watched as she turned on her heel to walk out quickly. Emma grabbed her bag and red jacket and exited the police station, leaving Regina and Mr. Gold on their own.

Regina walked in circles around Mr. Gold. "Aren't you the clever one?" She placed her fingers on his arm, walking them up to his shoulder.

Mr Gold snarled. "What do you mean by that, Dearie?" He watched her move around him very closely. He heard a faint snigger coming from her. He was not amused. Regina faced him with wide eyes at his anger.

She became serious now. She wasn't going to be the one being fooled. "Don't play games with me Gold. I know what you're doing." She poked his chest, prodding him painfully with her finger nail. "Why were you playing around, with Mr. French?"

"That is none of your concern." Gold replied, pushing her away from him. He was furious. Rage was building up in his body. He wanted to kill her on the very spot. Her taunts and their history together, finally fraying his last nerve.

Mr Gold gripped her shoulders painfully, restraining her in his grasp. Regina began to panic as her body felt the concrete plastered wall against her back. "Tell me, Regina. Why do you have to ruin everyone's life?" He pressed his face close to hers, his hot breath against her cheeks. Regina tried to remain as calm as possible. With feigned bravura, she pressed her forehead to his. "Because Mr. Gold," now nose to nose with him, "You don't deserve happiness. Especially with that wench you loved back in Fairytale Land."

"Shut up!" Gold pushed her back into the wall, gripping her shoulders even tighter in his grasp. "She has nothing to do with anything." He shouts to her. "What has Belle got to do with any of this?"

"Because, Rumple, she was giving you a happy ending. " She forced herself to smile, gazing at him with evil eyes. " We can't have that now, can we?"

Mr Gold's eyes lit with fury, He was livid. An image quickly popped up in his head of Emma. He didn't want to lose control like he did with Mr French, so he stopped. Releasing her quickly, he pushed her once more with a final warning. "No matter whatever you do, Dearie, it will never stop Miss Swan." With that he pulled away, leaving her shocked and bruised. "Good day, your Majesty." He grabbed his cane from the desk in front of him and balanced on it for support. He finally walked away slowly, limping out of Emma's office.

Mr Gold opened the door to exit, but stopped to check his blazer pocket, relieved to find the hidden letter was still there. He smiled at the letter in his hand, and then slid it back with a sigh of relief. He continued, opening the office door and exited the station. He noticed Mary Margret walking across the opposite of the street. "Miss Blanchard," he shouted. Mary Margaret walked slowly to the end of the street, her head watching her feet tread along the pavement. She raised her head when she heard someone calling out her name. Looking where the sound came from, she was very surprised. "Mr. Gold." She spoke out loud to herself. She blinked trying to focus on him just in case it was her mind messing her up, but the same voice called her again. He was now in front of her.

"Miss Blanchard." He said, noticing he startled her. "I'm sorry," he apologised kindly to her. "Are you going back home?" he quietly asked, distracting Mary Margaret quickly before Regina left the station. He looked over his shoulder at the office, noticing the coast was clear and sighed. "I must be quick, miss Blanchard." He reached into his blazer, and slid out a letter. He placed it in front of Mary Margaret's face and motioned for her to take it from him.

"What's this?" she said, looking at the unfamiliar black letter before her. Mr. Gold licked his lips and smiled at her, answering her query. "It's for Miss Swam. Would you please give it to her for me? I need to see her as soon as possible." His eyes darted quickly back to the station, where Regina was just exiting.

"Quick, follow me." He took Mary Margaret's arm and guided her gently into the bread shop, watching Regina walk away. With a thankful sigh of relief, he noticed Mary Margaret's horrified expression. "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Gold," she asked, pulling her arm out of his loose grip and knocking him slightly away.

"My deepest apologies, Miss Blanchard. I didn't mean to drag you in here, but Madam Mayor and I are having some... issues... at the moment." He straightens himself out, rebuttoning his blazer.

He extended the letter again. "Please, Mary Margret, would you give this to her?" Mary Margaret looked at the letter curiously. "Why do you want me to give this Emma? Is something going on?" she asked, waiting for his response.

Mr Gold gave her an intense look and sighed, rubbing his forehead in the process. He licked his lips again, preferring not to answer. "I cannot tell you, it's private. Would you please just give it to her?" he asked, a little more forcefully.

"Oh right then, Mr. Gold. I'll give her the letter." Mary Margaret takes the letter kindly out of his hand, and watches him step back. He turns to open the door awaiting Mary Margaret to leave aswell. "After you." he says and nods to her while smiling whilst holding the door wide open for her. "All right then, Mr. Gold. I'll give her the letter." Mary Margaret accepted the letter kindly and watched him step back. He opened the door, bowing Mary Margaret through. "After you," he said, nodding to her. He smiled, holding the door for her.

Mary Margaret gave him a smile, thanking him, and left the bread shop with Mr. Gold following her behind. Mr. Gold stopped, looking at Mary Margaret again with a hint of a smile playing across his lips. "Don't forget, Dearie."

"I won't." Mary Margaret replied quickly. "Don't worry."

"Indeed, it will be done." He said He waved his hand and walked back to his home. Mary Margaret watched Mr. Gold leave her. She turned back around to head back home to meet Emma for a home cooked meal.

To be continued...

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