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Chapter 2 of 2 of the day.

Involves: Emma/Killian, Emma/Robin, Regina/Robin


Chapter seven

Day Ten-Eleven

The embers in the fireplace, though warm, had long since died out as she stood in the living room gazing at him. Robin Nolan had panic written all over his face along with many other emotions, but she wasn't worried about that. She was more concerned about the gun on the mantle and the door behind him that lead to the kitchen where knives were located.

"Do you know why I'm here?" She asked, bitterly. He shook his head, still standing with panic and shock watching her circle around the room. The knock on the door caught his attention. It was getting louder and louder.

"Come in!" he yelled, smiling a genuine smile when he saw Killian appeared. He thought with Killian here, he could get out of going to the Station and chill with his friend.

"Sheriff," Killian uttered.

Emma declared to Killian she was going to handle this situation the best she could, and that was the Sheriff way. She thought about being the rude best friend and kick his ass, but that would lead to legal problems, and she couldn't have that.

"Do you know why I'm here, Robin?" She repeated. The smirk has yet to fall from her face since she walked in. This was going exactly the way she hoped it would, and it was time to do what she's been craving to do since she found out about the bet and she said, "Robin Nolan, you are under arrest-"

"Wait what? What the hell for?" He asked, shockingly. She was behind him pulling his wrist back and placing the handcuffs on him.

"If you would have let me finish, I was going to say you are under arrest for attempting Public Sexual Humiliation. Did you know it's illegal to accept offers that deal with taping your partner in a sexual manner without her consent? Who knows who could see that video." His eyes widened, shaking his head and gazed over at Killian who gave him the most distressed look.

"I don't- I didn't..." Robin denied, poorly. His eyes were looking everywhere, thinking of a way to get out the situation and the way his body was shaking was not helping his case. She had enough evidence to charge him, he can deny all he wants it wasn't going to help him any.

"Mr. Nolan you are going to explain to me in every detail of this bet. You're going to tell me who was going to set you up. You're going to tell me why exactly you accepted it, and if you don't, I will charge you with something that will put you behind bars for life. You understand me?" She yelled. He was trembling in front of her with fear, his jaw was clenched, and his glare was back.

"You didn't read me my rights," he smirked thinking he was smart.

She tilted her head at him, gazing her eyes into his and grabbed the collar of his jacket and whispered, "I don't have to. I'm not on the clock because you personally pissed me off. Just imagine when I found out the real reason you started dating Regina. Mary Margaret picked the wrong girl for you. Did you think you wouldn't get arrested because of this?"

Emma sneered and pushed him out the door with the silent Killian walking behind her. He enjoyed watching her talk down the criminals and arresting them, even if it happened to be his best friend, it was still enjoyable to watch.


The drive to the station was silent and when she forced him inside to the interrogation room, handcuffing him to the table that's when he started yelling like a spoiled bitch who wasn't having a good day. She was treating him like a criminal because, in her eyes, he was a criminal. The worst kind.

Robin was now glaring at Emma who sat across from him with her purple pen and notepad. She was tapping her foot on the floor and waited for him to start answering her questions and then said, "Let me clarify to you that I have Regina Mills on speed dial and if you don't start talking I'm going to tell her about the bet and she will believe me over you. I will also clarify that once you are being charged, you will have a record and will be kicked off the swim team, and you know that means? You won't be able to apply for the Olympics. Isn't that your dream? To go to the Olympics? Be better than that Phelps guy?"

His eyes were wide, and his thoughts were on overload. If what Emma said was true, his life would be ruined, and it would be all because of that damn bet. He sighed and gave in, "I'll tell you."

"It has to be the truth. If not, then it's goodbye fancy clothing and Olympics and hello jumpsuit and maybe a McDonald's job when you get out. If you get out," she said, smirking. His jaw was clenched as he listened to her every word. He had to succumb to her, or his life was going to be behind a jail cell, and he couldn't have that.

"I like your tactic Sheriff," he stated. Nobody ever questions Emma on how she does her job. She has a secret power that helps her with criminals when there lying. She always finds out the truth one way or another. "I understand what happens if I don't tell you and if I lie but what happens when I do tell you?"

"I won't tell Regina about the bet, and I won't charge you," she said and watched Robin breathe out in relief and then continued, "but you will."

Robin's eyes widen at her and shook his head. "You're going to tell her every dirty little detail about it. You probably don't care about her or her feelings, but I-"

"I do care about her and her feelings," he admitted.

"Honestly, I like her a lot, Emma- Can I call you Emma?" he asked, and she nodded with her eyes slightly narrowed. She couldn't help but feel slightly shocked, and he continued, "Emma, I like her. I like who she is and how she acts, and I think I'm falling in love with her."

Emma leaned back and crossed her arms. She didn't believe it, not because she didn't want to but because they've only been on one date, and she didn't believe that they could fall in love in such little time.

"I don't believe you, but if you are telling me the truth I'd recommend that you tell her about your feelings before you tell her about the bet. Regina is usually a very understanding person. She might be mad at first, but the key to any relationship is forgiveness- at least that's what I've been told, and when the man I love does something stupid, I usually forgive him."

He stared at her with a smile. She didn't know it, but she was telling him how he could fix their relationship before it even started. If it worked, he would thank her but, if not it would be his own fault and all he could blame is himself.

"Just for heads up, love is a part of all happiness, and you have to be open to that. You're not letting love in because of joy, you're letting love in because of you think that's what best for the situation," she said, smiling. He fluttered his eyes at her, processing what she just told him. It was like she read a quote out of a love novel.

"Anyways, let's not get ahead of ourselves. You still have to tell me about the bet. I don't want to charge you, Robin but I will. This, it needs to end. If it's not, I will have to arrest you and put you in jail because what you're doing or going to do is illegal," she told him.

He nodded at this information as it soaked in from earlier when she had told him right after she arrested him and then she asked him, "Who started the bet?"

She already knew the answer, but she wanted to know if he was going, to be honest with him. He went silent, gazing over at the two-sided mirror where Killian was either standing or in her office watching from the camera on the wall.

"Robin, who started the bet?" she asked louder and he breathed out. He didn't want to do this because this could ruin his relationship with his friends and it was evident he had forgotten she already knew who started the bet because, at this moment, this was just a test.

"Mary Margaret," he answered. He watched her write down the name and look back at him. She was debating to bring her to the station tomorrow or when she had actually evidence. Having a he-said-she-said trial wasn't her type.

"Who else is involved in the bet, Robin? Who knows about it. Get to talking I have all night long, but you have practice in a few hours. I wonder what your coach would say when they hear you were hauled into the station. Would he be happy about it? Robin Nolan, the prime suspect in a case the Sheriff's working on," she said, smirking and heard him hiss back. They both knew what would happen to him if this got out to the public.

Goodbye Olympics, hello McDonald's and it was all because his life and dreams were in her hands. She had complete control of this situation.

"Ruby, Kyle, Jasper, Mary Margaret and Gold were involved. David and Killian heard it, but I don't think they believed I would go through with it. David doesn't think I'm that heartless and Killian.. he told me to end it- wait how did you find out about this?" He asked her, watching her write down the seven names. She admitted that she hated seeing Killian's name on her notepad, but she knew he wasn't part of this.

"I got an anonymous call. Female. Sounded young," Emma lied. She couldn't have him suspecting that Killian told her. That would be like World War 111 between the two friends, and she couldn't have that.

"You said your brother didn't think you would be so heartless, so are you heartless?" She asked out of curiosity. She would have thought he was heartless two hours ago when she walked into his house, but now, she wasn't so sure. Emma knew she was slowly falling for the charm the Nolan brothers have, but it wouldn't go far. Killian's the only one who could work his magic on her entirely.

"I… I don't know."

"Why did you accept the bet?"

"Honestly, I needed the boost in my reputation, and I thought it over. Why not? She was respectful and sassy. All guys wanted her, and if I got her in my bed and recorded it, I got to keep the cash," he told her. Emma didn't know there was money involved, but she would get back to that.

"What's changed? You've known her for over a week."

"You know as well as I do, Emma that feelings can grow in over a few hours. I guess my feelings for her grew. When we were on our date, I pictured myself with her. I imagined myself happy with her, and she made me happier in one date than I have felt in years and I didn't even have to take her dress off." Emma nodded, gazing up at the camera that was annoyingly blinking red. She wondered if recording this was a bad idea since she didn't read him his right, but it was too late now.

"Do you believe in love, Emma?" He asked, curious catching her gaze. She couldn't help but think of a stupider question. She was in love with his best friend and he had no clue.

"Yes, I believe in love. I also believe that everybody has a person out there that's ready to love them," she answered closing her notepad, and placing it in the inside of her jacket as she stood up and stretched. She turned to the mirror and leaned against, crossing her arms. She faked a cough and licked her lips when something came to her mind.

"I got love advice from this old man, and I'm going to repeat it to you, alright? So shut up and listen," he nodded when she gazed over at the mirror than at the camera before putting her focus on Robin.

"Love is passion, obsession. Someone you can't live without. I say fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find them? Well, you forget your head and listen to your heart. Cause the truth is, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey in life and not fall deeply in love, well you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."

Robin swallowed the lump in his throat after she finished. He never thought he would hear something so deep come from the Sheriff who supposedly hated anything that dealt with love but now Robin was starting to believe in what he heard and saw instead of ignoring the rumors that were circulating around the sheriff. It occurred to him that one person she was always with was Killian and the way they acted around each other was more than friendly. She believed in Killian, and he felt like she was telling him to read between the lines. And if he was right, she wants him to believe that he and Regina can work things out, right? Or is he just over thinking shit like he always does?

"I thought the great Emma Swan didn't believe in love?" he asked, smiling.

"Whoever told you that is either plum stupid or blind as a bat. I've been in love with the same person for almost four years." She answered, sitting back down in front of him. He closed his mouth in shock as she picked up the pen and pulled the notepad back out. She was going back to being the serious Sheriff who was solving a case, not the love guru.

"You said you could keep the cash if you completed the bet, so my question is how much were you going to get paid?

"100 grand," he answered, frowning. Emma gazed down at her list, and her eyes widen.

"That's twenty thousand a person, Robin. Do you realize how disturbing that is? That's technically illegal. I can charge you with prostitution," his eyes widen. More charges are racking up, and it was all because of Mary Margaret. It was evident he had chosen to befriend the wrong person.

The growl that rumbled from her chest was low and probably inhuman. It made Robin shudder because he knew she was definitely angry but he didn't know what she was planning to do later.

"I know, it sounds terrible, but I thought I could use that kind of cash for.. other things," he answered, nervously. Emma didn't want to know what other things were but charged knew if she weren't the sheriff she would stab him in the jugular with the pen she's currently holding.

"You know what, tell me what the bet entails in your own words no matter how fucking disturbing I might think it is," she said, deciding it was time to hear what the bet involved in his own words and not go what's based on Killian's. Killian might have missed some details after walking away from the table with David.

"The bet entailed that I slept that any woman Mary Margaret chosen which ended up being Regina," he paused when she wrote it down and drummed his fingers on the table. "She then requested that I record us in the act and give it to her."

"You really don't know how Mary Margaret works do you?" Emma asked, curiously. She knew Mary Margaret rather well with all the times she brought her in here for crimes that she hid from David over the four years.

"What do you mean?"

"Mary Margaret is good for only one thing, and that's ruining lives over social media. She was going to put it on social media and it most likely would have gone viral since she has more friends online than the population of Storybrooke. That would be more charges racking up on you and everybody else who is involved." Emma watched as fear swirled around in his eyes and she couldn't help but think how repellant and juvenile he was for even accepting the bet, but what if Mary Margaret chose another girl? Would she already be arresting them now?

"Any more details on the bet, Robin?" She asked, leaning forward and moved her hand over her mouth, watching him. His thoughts were processing, trying to remember every little thing that's happened or he would be losing his dream.

"I… If I didn't complete the bet, Mary Margaret was going to make sure I'd miss my chance to ever be in the Olympics," he replied, flatly. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Mary Margaret was threatening to ruin his life, what the hell was new?

At that moment, Emma decided she was going to make Mary Margaret's life hell soon enough. It may not be tomorrow or in a week but she will soon.

"Now what?

"Well you're gonna go home, Robin and go to practice and then after that you're gonna call Regina and tell her the truth about this, not because I want you to do even though I really do but because you have feelings for her, and if you don't tell her, I will charge with those two crimes, understand?" She said, sternly. He nodded at her as he started to wonder how he was even going to tell Regina. This wasn't the sort of thing to bring into a regular conversation.

"What are you going to do after I tell her?" He asked. She leaned over and un-cuffed him from the table, huffing out and replied, "I'm going to arrest your friends Robin and charge with conspiracy, prostitution, Public Sexual Humiliation. I want this over, Robin. This had to be one of the most disturbing cases I've ever seen come across my desk that didn't have a body in the morgue." His eyes widen at her accusation. He didn't think it was that bad, but maybe it was. She was the Sheriff and saw terrible things every day, and that's when he started to wonder how heartless he was.

"Now Deputy Wilson will free you and take you home. You have over two weeks to end this, or you're going to a cell along with your friends. Have a goodnight, Robin," she said, smiling and then she walked out with her notepad tucked into the inside of her red leather jacket along with the pen, heading towards her office.

Going through a few hallways, she entered her Office and took off her jacket when Killian asked, "You got all that on tape?"

She turned and nodded, sitting down in her chair gazing at the screen. Robin was pacing in the room with his hands in his hair. He was panicking, and it was evident that what Emma said has put fear into him.

"Looks like you really scared him," he said, chuckling and sat down on the side of her desk, holding her hand, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. She didn't think something so simple could put her into such an ease state of mind.

"I threatened his life and his dream a few times. If he doesn't do what I'm asking, then he's going to be behind bars." She said with a yawn, watching Deputy Wilson walk into the interrogation room and tell Robin it was time to go.

"Can we go home? I'm tired and want some Killian and Emma time," she said, smiling up at him while gazing into his ocean blue eyes. If she could stare into his blue eyes for the rest of the night, she thought she would be the happiest woman in the world.

"Aye, on our walk home, can we talk about what you said in there about being in love with my for the past four years?" he asked, pulling her off the chair and into his arms.


Day Seventeen

Seven days and four dates later, Regina never thought she would be sitting in the stands at the Swimming Center, supporting the man she is currently dating. He was so close to finishing the final lap and Regina couldn't be happier. She made notice not to come alone since this had to be one of the most boring and dull two hours she ever spent watching men in tight swimsuits swim back and forth.

It would help if they were attractive, but they weren't.

Robin was good looking, but he stayed in the water mostly, away from her, and that was annoying enough but what was truly annoying her was that Killian and Emma didn't show up like they said they were.

The ringing finally came as people started clapping around her. She was clapping because it over not because Robin won, even though that's a good thing since he can go to the semi-finals. She didn't know what that meant, and if she had to sit here in the future for more than two hours, she's going to need some heavy liquor and some snacks.

"Robin Nolan has done it again! He has won the gold metal and will continue to the semi-finals! Robin finished in less than fifty-two seconds! I can't wait to see how fast he is in the semi-finals! This really could be life changing for this young man."

"Did you see me win, Sweetness? I'm going to the semi-finals, and my girl was here to watch!" he cheered. He rushed over to her instead of his stuck up friends who looked suspicious and confused, but she didn't think too much over it when he pressed his lips to hers, getting her wet in the process when he wrapped his wet body against her.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I forgot I was wet," he told her, sheepishly. He was just too happy, and nothing could ruin his mood.

"It's okay, baby. I figured we could go out to dinner and celebrate unless you want to g-" Robin interrupted her by kissing her on her red lips. His arm wrapped around her, placing his hand on the small of her back as he deepened the kiss. His other hand trailed the side of her arm causing goose bumps.

"I rather celebrate with you with nobody around," he replied, smiling. Regina couldn't help but think of him as the fairytale boyfriends that she wished she had, and now she did and couldn't be happier. He was so sweet and gentle with her, and it just made her fall even more for him.

"I'm going to go change so meet me at my car?" He asked. She nodded at him and then he leaned down, kissing her square on the lips. Once. Twice. Three times. He then disappeared towards the locker room with his team mates and his coaches.

Regina already made her way through the crowd and was leaning against Robin's car, sending a rather explicit angry text towards Emma for not coming tonight and accused her of bailing on her because of the handsome bartender who was always taking up her time. Sadly, Regina was mistaken. Emma didn't come because she didn't want to be awkward around Robin after their altercation and was waiting for him to tell Regina about the bet since his time was almost running out.

She gazed up and saw Robin hurrying over to her making her curse under her breath. If Emma texted her, she wouldn't see it now.

"Sweetness," he whispered and pressed his lips to hers ultimately pinning her against the car with his hands on each side of her. If Robin liked anything, it was pinning her against some type of surface whether it was his car or the wall. It made him her primary focus and nothing else.

Gazing into her brown orbs, he said, "We can celebrate at my place with wine, nice dinner, maybe even have the fire going. Nobody around but you and me, Sweetness."

She smiled and nodded, biting her bottom lip. Robin suppressed a moan at how sexy that was. He wanted to take her right then, but he didn't want to push her, not before he told her about the bet.

Robin couldn't help but be happy with his life now that he has a girlfriend who supports him at everything, who doesn't flirt with the other team mates and cares for his general well-being. Marian never made him feel happy about himself, let alone be happy that he was in a relationship with her.

He kissed her once more before dropping his arms and opened the passenger door and smiled, "milady, jump in and we can start our night together."

She got in and wondered if this night was going to include sexual activity but it quickly banished when he appeared beside her and started the engine with the radio blasting about rehab.

"I have tons of food at my place, so no worries on the dinner part. I also know you haven't been to my place before so I'll tell you ahead of time that you can walk around and let yourself get comfortable," Robin said, happily. He then laced their fingers together, and he made his way to his apartment in silence listening to the rock station.

Robin pulled up into the parking garage and ultimately parked his car. He made his way out and around to the passenger's car and helped her out when she muttered, "perfect gentlemen."

He gave her his best fake smile, and they made their way to the elevator. He didn't feel like a perfect gentleman. He felt like the worst human ever to live. He accepted the bet and started a relationship with her, and it was all based on a lie.

They strolled into the elevator, hands laced and made their way up the fourteenth floor, and she muttered against his arm, "I didn't expect you to live in a condo complex."

"Why's that Sweetness?"

"Well, you are a professional swimmer. The best on the East coast. You got a nice car, we go on nice dates and do luxury things together."

The elevator dinged and then the door's opened as they exited and he replied, "Why have a house? I live by myself." She nodded at his statement and breathed out when they appeared at his door. He didn't know it, but Regina was nervous, and she was never nervous.

This was their first time together with nobody in a fifteen-foot radius.

"Ready Sweetness?" he asked, smiling placing his arm over her should as they made their way into his condo. Her eyes went to the marbled floor and the furniture that has been put in certain places all over. The walls were painted of waves with different colors of blues. She couldn't help but giggle at his motivation for swimming.

"Look around, baby and I'm gonna go start dinner," he muttered against her lips before pressing his against hers. He then disappeared into the kitchen as she slipped off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack by the door.

Regina did as Robin recommended and looked around. His home was set up perfectly. The photographs were of him and brother, the piano sit the perfect spot close the window, and the television came out of the wall. It was homey for a bachelor to live in.

"Sweetness! Dinner's almost done!" It's been approximately thirty minutes since he walked in the kitchen.

She smiled and popped her head into the kitchen where he stood by the stove frying something that smelled like heaven. Ultimately, she walked into the kitchen and sat at the counter, and watched him with a smile.

"What are we having?" She asked, happily.

"We are having fried chicken, quick noodles, and instant mashed potatoes. I figured I save some time from making homemade mashed potatoes and that last time I made them was for Killian, and he ended up with food poisoning, so there's that," he said with a chuckle and flipped over a piece of chicken.

Robin's back was still turned to her as she started to think about all the things she loved about him and right now, Regina loved that he could cook because she wasn't the greatest at it. He turned off the chicken, turning towards her and strolled over to the counter gazing into her dark orbs. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers. Over the past two-and-half weeks, he noticed he liked doing one thing with Regina, and that was kissing her whether it was just a few pecks or a deep kiss or even adding tongue, he loved every minute of it.

"Dinner will be ready soon, Sweetness," he whispered against her lips and then pressed his back against hers.

Regina stood up and made her way inside the kitchen with her plate and glass to wash them. Once she entered the kitchen, she breathed out and placed her plate in the sink and poured some wine into her glass. Dinner was quiet; however, it was enjoying, but something seemed off, and she didn't know what it was, but it sure was bugging her.

After washing off the plate, she turned and grabbed her glass along with the wine bottle and exited the kitchen instantly noting Robin was gone. She gazed around the room and huffed out, "where the hell is he now?"

Searching around the apartment and eventually finding him in front of the fireplace, she entered the room when he asked, "so when do you wanna do this double date with Killian and Emma?" They were discussing a double date with them during dinner but got off track with how great the food was.

"Soon?"

He chuckled at her response and stepped in front of her and then pressed his lips to hers for a fiery kiss. Kissing her felt like heaven. He then wrapped an arm around her waist as the other slithered up her back and cupped the back of her head when he deepened the kiss.

Regina pulled away from him when his phone started to ring, and he sighed, pulling away from her and answered it, "Hello?" his tone was harsh and bitter.

"You have forty-eight hours, Robin," Emma said and then hung up. He closed his eyes and turned towards Regina. Her look was confused and worried.

"What's wrong?"

"I… um… I need to tell you something..."


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