So I basically rewrote the scene between Regina and Emma after Graham's death. Yeah. I like it better this way. ;]

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For the past hour, if there had been anyone around to hear it, that would have been the only sound heard. The sound of nerves. Emma had been sitting at her desk all afternoon. Her original plan had been to clear out Graham's things, clean up some papers, maybe even do some police work outside the office, but the Mayor's little visit set for five sharp had Emma on edge and unable to focus all afternoon.

The deputy had been watching the clock for the past hour. Knee bouncing up and down, up and down. Pen hitting the chair, and nail biting ensued.

Emma! Snap out of it! She's just coming by to talk. Plus, she's your arch nemesis, and a pain in your ass. Do something productive!

Emma slammed her hands down onto the desk. She pushed herself up and out of the wooden chair and began to clean the food wrappers and paperwork from her desk. She quickly moved onto Graham's office. Wanting desperately to get it over and done with.

Emma stopped short of Graham's office. She took a deep breath in and entered. The blonde began cleaning out his desk, throwing away papers that wouldn't be needed and old receipts from Granny's. She spent the next hour doing all of these things before going back out to finish cleaning off the desk Graham had collapsed and died next to.

Emma stopped. There on the desk, still as concrete, sat his badge. The Sheriff's badge. Emma stared at it for a good five minutes before finally reaching over and picking it up. Deputy Swan twirled the badge in her hands. Reading the word "Sheriff's Department" over and over again, she finally unclipped the back and was about to pin it on her red, leather jacket when...

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's not for you." It must have been five sharp because there stood the Mayor in all of her uptight, bitch glory, but damn, she looked good.

"Excuse me? I'm the only other police officer here. This badge belongs to me."

"Yes, and I'm the mayor. I have more power than a deputy, and I'm choosing who will be the new Sheriff, not you."

"Oh really? Then who's it going to be?"

"After due reflection, Sidney Glass."

"Sidney from the newspaper? How does that even make sense?"

"Well he's covered the Sheriff's office for as long as anyone can remember..."

"...and he'll do whatever you want him to," Emma shook her head. "Why do you refuse to acknowledge that things have been getting better around here?"

"Better? You're referring to Graham's death, as 'better'?"

"You know what, Regina, damn you. You know Graham would have wanted me to have this, so why can't you just give it to me?"

"Because it doesn't belong to you. Graham, he...he," Regina began to stutter. She averted her eyes from Emma, pushing back the lump in throat, she continued,"He didn't know any better. His school boy crush was clouding his judgment."

"His school boy crush? Are you kidding me? Graham knew exactly what he was doing and..."

"Enough! Deputy, give me that badge." Regina slowly began moving towards the blonde, like Emma was her prey.

"No. If you want it, you're going to have to take it."

"As you wish," and before Emma knew what was happening, Regina pounced on her like a crazy lioness in heat.

She shoved the deputy back up against the desk. Her mouth attacking Emma's neck, sucking, teething, licking. Emma's eyes rolled back into her head. Her mind was a complete fog, and her body was a traitor.

"Oooooh, Regina. Stop. Please." At that, Regina began kneading Emma's breast through her turtleneck. Squeezing and rubbing with just the right pressure.

"Do you really want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh God." Emma tried to force her eyes open. She knew that if she could just look at Regina with her begging eyes, that Regina would maybe, just maybe, cease what she was doing. But Emma couldn't do it. Her body wouldn't let her. So she grabbed at Regina and pulled her hard against her body, feeling the heat radiating from the turned on Mayor.

"That's what I thought. You know you have no control here, Miss Swan. None what so ever."

Boom. That did it. Emma forced her eyes open; mind finally stronger than her body.

"Is that what this is about? You controlling me?" Emma's look was part confusion and part fury. "You may leave now, Madame Mayor. I don't need you."

"Oh but you do, dear. Your mouth may be saying one thing, but your body language says another." Emma just stared, dumbfounded. What the hell was she suppose to say? She knew she wanted the Mayor, but if it meant giving her control, then no way.

"No. Leave, Regina. Now."

"Very well. Thank you for the badge," Regina flashed the golden metal object in front of Emma, " I'll be seeing you soon, I'm sure."

"Hey! What the hell. How did you..?"

Regina scoffed. "I told you. This does not belong to you, and you knew I'd get my way, so don't act so surprised."

"So you took advantage of me. You really are a heartless bitch." Regina faltered. Being called a bitch was one thing, even being called soulless was fine because Regina knew she had a soul and that it couldn't be taken from her, but heartless? That one definitely stung. Especially since it was true, at least, physically.

"Yes, well, what can I say? I'm the Evil Queen, aren't I?" Regina's eyes drooped. The hurt on her face was unmistakable. Emma was still fuming, but she couldn't deny the guilt she felt for the clear expression of pain on Regina's face.

"Regina, I..."

"Deputy, your services are not wanted nor needed." The brunette turned away just in time to block Emma from seeing that one tear bubble over and spill out onto her cheek.

Regina! Get a hold of yourself. Stick to the plan.

"I hope your satisfied. Goodbye, Miss Swan," and with that Regina turned and stalked away.

"Well, you know where to find me," Emma called after the brunette.

And I know exactly where to find you.