A/N: TW for some blood (They are, after all, paramedics) and violence.


Regina tried to catch up to the blonde, but Emma was just too fast. By the time she had made it to the front door, Emma had already made a dash for the stairs, avoiding the inevitable wait for the elevator. Regina knew this was a sign of desperation; running down ten flights is no mean feat.

"Shit!" Regina ran her fingers through her hair. She shut the door and hurried into the kitchen to find her phone. She scrolled furiously through her contacts, pressing the call button when she finally came across Emma's name. When she heard the Beach Boys' singing Good Vibrations from the other room she disconnected the call. Of course Emma Swan would leave her phone behind the one time that she really needed to reach her. And the Beach Boys? Really Emma?

Regina growled in frustration as she flopped down on the armchair that had been harbouring Emma's stupid phone. She thought to herself for a few brief moments then scrolled through the contacts on her phone again. Her finger hovered over the one name in there that she could talk to with no judgement- okay not no judgement, but very little judgement. She pressed call.

"Hi. Can you come over?"

Half an hour later there was a knock at the door, Regina opened it and peeked through the gap. She pulled it wider when she saw her expected visitor.

"I kissed her." she blurted out as Mary Margaret strolled in, handbag over her shoulder.

"You kissed her?" she repeated with widened eyes, dropping her bag to the floor.

"Technically she kissed me first, and I reciprocated." Regina closed the door and leaned her back against it.

"Oh my god, then what happened? No wait. Don't tell me. She freaked out."

"Got it in one." They both ambled further into the apartment- Mary Margaret plopping herself down on the couch and Regina sitting on the arm of the armchair.

"Well you have to call her." Mary Margaret said decidedly.

Regina silently held up the blonde's phone in her hand. Mary Margaret rolled her eyes and huffed "What is it with her and that phone. She is always throwing it around and leaving it places."

"It's a skill I'm sure." She slid herself down into the chair, rubbing her face in her hands.

"So I am guessing you called me because you too are freaking out."

"I'm not freaking out" Regina said defensively. "I just don't know what to do."

"Well… you go into work tomorrow, which is Emma's LAST day, and you talk to her like an adult."

"Have you even met Emma Swan before?" Regina replied sardonically.

"Good point. Well, make me a cup of tea and we will work something out together."

Regina threw her a thankful smile and they moved to the kitchen. As the older woman went about making them both a cup of tea, Mary Margaret sat at the breakfast bar.

"Sooooo…." Mary Margaret drolled. She pretended to take a great interest in Henry's drawings that adorned the refrigerator.

"Yes, dear?" Regina knew what was coming but was not going to make the questioning easy on the other woman.

"How was it?"

Regina finished pouring the hot beverage and placed it front of Mary Margaret.

"How was what?"

"Regina? Seriously?" Mary Margaret whined.

Regina leaned forward over the counter in front of Mary Margaret, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Knee-weakening." she blushed.

"Really?" Mary Margaret responded eagerly.

"It was only brief, but it was one of the most passionate I have ever experienced." she sighed wistfully. "If all women kiss like that I will really need to consider switching teams."

Mary Margaret giggled at the comment and nodded her head in agreement.

The older brunette looked inquisitively at Mary Margaret, her interest piqued. "Snow? Do tell."

Mary Margaret gasped. "Regina, you haven't called me Snow since we were teenagers."

Regina shrugged. "Clearly the endorphins have brought out the nostalgia in me. Now spill."

"Ruby."

"Ruby? The woman I work with, Ruby?" Regina asked in disbelief.

Mary Margaret nodded into her cup of tea. Regina rose her eyebrows expectantly.

"It was years ago, before David and I got together. We were at the same party and we were both a little drunk and then one thing led to another and she blew my socks off."

Regina was mesmerized by this story. "How did I not know this?"

"If you remember correctly, Regina, we were not talking to each other for quite a long time… after… you know."

"Daniel died." Regina completed her sentence for her.

Silence enveloped them for a few beats before the older brunette asked "So how was it?"

Mary Margaret smiled cheekily. "I'm not sure it would be appropriate for me to say that Ruby was a much better kisser than my husband."


"You did what?" Ruby squealed as she spun away from her locker, her head and arms stuck in her t-shirt as she tried to take it off.

"I may have accidentally kissed her."

She threw the offending t-shirt into her bag. "Okay, I am just going to ignore the whole 'accidentally' thing 'cause I really don't think that deserves addressing. Then what happened?" she managed to wriggle out of her tight black jeans, nearly falling over only once.

"She kissed me back."

"Shut up!" Ruby yelled as she pushed Emma forcefully in the chest, the blonde careening back into the flimsy metallic contraptions with a thud. "And?"

Emma regained her composure and turned around so that her head was virtually inside her own open locker. "Then I ran away."

"You ran away? Why on earth would you do that?" Ruby screeched in dismay.

Emma took a few steps forward, buckling up her belt and sitting down deflatedly on the wooden bench in between the two rows of lockers.

"Because I took advantage of her, Rubes. She was looking up at me with her big brown eyes, and they were filled with tears, and then she asked me not to go… and I kissed her."

Emma stood up again and removed her shirt, wearing just her black uniform pants and her black bra.

"Wait… she asked you not to go?"

"Yeah. Probably because Henry was just so devastated though. But God, Ruby. That woman can kiss." She threw her t-shirt into her locker and looked reflectively off into the distance.

"We will get to the kissing part in a second. I'm more interested in the not going bit."

She turned around to face the long haired woman, who was also still in a state of half dress. She furrowed her brows. "Like I said. Henry was upset, and then she was upset, and so she asked me not to go."

"Are you sure that's what she meant?"

Emma shrugged again. She had never even contemplated it any other way.

"You need to talk to her." Ruby said resolutely. And just as she completed her sentence the woman of the hour came strolling in. Ruby made a show of looking at her non-existent wrist watch. "Shit, looks like I'm running late." she flashed a giant grin at Regina as she trudged towards the change room exit.

"Ruby." Regina called.

"Yuh." the woman turned around and looked questioningly at the other brunette. Regina looked pointedly at Ruby's chest. Ruby frowned and looked down. "Oh." Realization dawned on her that she was still half naked. She giggled and ran back to get her uniform top from her locker. "Oops"

Ruby had finally exited and it was just the two women in the locker room. Regina stood in front of Emma, the atmosphere was more than a little awkward.

"Hi" Regina looked shyly at Emma.

"Hi." Emma responded just as coyly.

"Emma I…"

"Regina I…"

They both blurted at the same time.

They both laughed and it served to break some of the tension that was hanging heavily in the air.

"I know that we should probably talk about what happened last night." Emma started, looking with concentration down at the floor. "But this is our last day together. So can we just do this shift happily and talk later?" She lifted her head to look into Regina's eyes.

Regina nodded in agreement, keeping eye contact with the blonde. "Okay." she smiled. "But just to relieve some of the remaining awkwardness- what happened last night, I don't want you to blame yourself. I am a grown woman who can make my own decisions."

"That sounds awfully a lot like talking about it Regina."

"You're right. I'm sorry." she smiled timidly.

Emma laughed and nudged the other woman with her foot as she put on her white T and the black shirt that was her uniform.


"So what we got?" Emma yelled as she drove the ambulance furiously through traffic.

"The gentleman says he has sliced his arm open with a kitchen knife. Apparently there is a lot of blood."

Emma looked over to Regina and winked. 'Easy day at the office."

"So it seems, dear." the brunette agreed. It should be a relatively simple procedure, if the description was correct. Wrap him up and drive him to the hospital for stitches.

They pulled up in front of the town house, Emma grabbing the kit from the rear of the vehicle as Regina made her way up the front steps to knock on the door. The door swung open almost instantly.

"In the kitchen" the big man directed them, ushering them both through the doorway. Regina and Emma both walked through the entrance of the house and into the living room, noticing traces of blood on the carpet.

"Kitchen through here?" Emma turned to ask the man, noticing that he was locking the door behind him.

"Yeah." he replied gruffly.

When they both rounded the corner what they encountered made their stomach's drop. On the floor of the kitchen was a woman. If not dead, then she was certainly very close to it. She was lying in a pool of blood and she was motionless.

Emma ran over to the woman, dropping on her knees to assess the situation. Regina copied the action, but talked to the man as she tried to find the source of the bleeding.

"What happened here?"

She made eye contact with the blonde woman opposite her, Emma subtly shook her head.

"Stupid bitch cheated on me. I need to know if she is gonna live. Can you save her?"

Regina looked up from the recently deceased woman and turned her head to address the man. She then noticed that he was holding a bloody filleting knife. He was very agitated and his mood was escalating quickly. She stood up, holding her hands out to try and placate him. "I'm sorry, but she just lost way too much blood. There is nothing we can do."

He looked angrily over to Emma. He pointed the knife directly at her, waving it around to emphasise his speech. "You. You killed her." he sneered.

Emma went to stand up.

"NO! You stay exactly where you are. She was alive before you touched her and now she's fucking dead." he spat. Emma continued to stand up, also holding her hands out to calm the obviously crazy man.

This was clearly the final straw. How dare this woman disobey him. He lunged towards her, ignoring the brunette in front of him. Emma's eyes widened as she quickly tried to assess the situation for a way out. Regina saw what was about to happen and her instinct kicked in. She side tackled the giant man, knocking him to the ground with a thud. Emma watched on in what felt like slow motion. The man pushed the brunette off of him, and scrambled to his feet. He looked down at his open hands, then down to the brunette lying on the floor, his filleting knife embedded deep into her side. He looked over to Emma who was moving swiftly from her standing position towards him and he panicked. He bent over and roughly pulled his knife out of the injured woman and ran out of the kitchen, disappearing through the front door.

"No, no, no ,no ,no, no! Regina!" Emma dropped and slid across the floor to her best friend, who was now lying in a puddle of her own blood. "Shit, shit, shit." She held both of her hands firmly over the stab wound, pressing as hard as she could, Regina's blood seeping through her fingers. Regina was conscious, but pale and clammy, her breathing was shallow. "Emma?" a tear slid out of the corner of her eye as she tried to catch her breath.

"I'm here. It's okay. I'm here." Emma keyed two-way on her shoulder for assistance. She looked down at the woman who was struggling to keep her eyes open. "Regina! Regina! Stay with me. Come on, you need to stay with me." Tears were streaming down Emma's face, droplets landing on the bloody body below her.