Better late then never, right?
"YOU- SHE, WAIT WHAT?!" The smiley one screeched from behind the kitchen counter, smile fading.
"Its not a big deal, but its just confusing…" Emma sighed "I don't understand women of this day" She finished quietly.
"Oh gee, I wonder why." Ruby snarked before continuing to grill Emma "So was it good- wait no, how did it happen... Yeah, answer that first" Ruby finished as she made her way to the couch with two bowls of pasta.
"She is broken, her soul has holes… It was the only way to get through to her. I needed her to calm down, I thought it would work but… Clearly it didn't." Emma said before shovelling pasta into her mouth, she hadn't eaten since that kiss- just under 24 hours ago.
"Deep Em." Ruby said dramatically "I wanted girly gossip, gosh!" She smiled nudging Emma to let her know it was okay.
"She is a hot kisser though" Emma added with a small smirk
"Okay this it totally exiting! Where did it happen? Why? Just what?" Ruby said, to flustered and exited to control herself.
"Last night when I took your car" Emma said mid-way through a mouth full of food, Ruby just blankly stared at Emma until she got the hint to elaborate. Emma quickly finished her food and stumbled into the next sentence "Oh well she is into racing an-"
"What?!" Ruby slapped down her hands and continued to gasp. "Billy's racing ring?" Emma merely shrugged, how was she meant to know whose ring it was? "It was in the old industrial part of town, right?"
Emma nodded. "Do you race or something?" She questioned as she rose from the couch and taking her dish to the kitchen.
"No, I know Billy. I know about the races." Ruby paused in thought for a moment "Hell he had always told me about this 'Outstanding female racer with no name' but fuck Regina!?" Ruby slumped in confusion, how could Regina, Mayor Mills, be so reckless, so wild… so free?
"Yeah, well, whatever. So after I took the car I drove until it started to look familiar… I found the starting line but the race was about to begin so I paid to race and-"
Ruby stood up with a loud "WHAT!?" Ruby quick moved to Emma and shock her by grabbing her shoulders "ARE YOU MAD?!" Ruby seemed legitimately worried, for what Emma wasn't sure.
"What? Not like I haven't been in a car chase before." Emma said simply as though it were no big deal.
Ruby's eyes widened at the new information about her roommate, whom I guess she didn't know all that well. "Wait, start there… You've been in car chases before?"
…
The year was 1945 and the streets of Boston were ruled by the infamous Frank Doyle.
"Miss Swan-"
"Detective Swan."
"Swan, you will not be going into the field at this point in the case." A puff of smoke broke the sound among the two. "We are so close to him, we don't need a woman ruining it all."
Emma slapped her hands down of her desk, taking a strong position. Unlike any other woman in Boston Emma was strong hearted, strong minded. "No. I've worked too hard for this, for you to take it all away. I'm a great driver, I'm a great fighter- Gosh darn! I'm a great detective and you know it!"
The man, Mr- Captain Morgan, Roger Morgan- was pulling a sower face, smoke poured from his nostrils just like a dragon. "It's unsafe for a woman. You are to stay at your desk. That's final, Miss Swan" He drew it out in spite of her, he knew it would enrage her.
Emma slowly rebuilt her spine and pulled her hands from the wooden desk, she left without so much as another word.
Emma was stewing on the pavers just outside of the police building. Her rage grew the more she thought about it all, she knew she should go home leave these thoughts alone- follow orders.
Emma went home, made dinner, slept, showered in the morn, went to work, stayed at her desk all day and repeated herself for 4 days straight. Still there was no advance on the Doyle case.
She craved the streets, she craved freedom.
It wasn't until the 6th day that she noticed the keys to a Ford Model B on Captain Morgan's desk, it wasn't his car, it was a force car so somehow that make it more justified- 'it' being Emma taking the keys.
She walked downstairs to the lot out the back, found the car and drove to the address that came up more than thrice when she was working the case.
An old warehouse on the docks just off of Marginal Street.
Upon exiting the car and walking into the slightly ajared door of the warehouse Emma found her gut to be churning, something in the air wasn't quite right- You see Emma had a superpower, that of the "freaky deaky." she could tell when people were lying and somehow that also meant she could tell when her surrounds her lying- and by that I mean she could tell when the setting was off, when something was wrong. Emma moved on with caution.
Emma seemed to walk through endless sections of the warehouse, it was empty- lifeless- finally she came across a body, a live one, in fact it was her Lieutenant. He was crouched behind a shipping container so Emma slowly and carefully followed suit. She startled him and was almost wacked out then and there but thankfully he was able to keep his fist to himself.
"Miss Swan?" He whispered "What on earth are you doing here?"
Emma didn't say anything she just pulled her gun from her holster and shrugged.
The man sighed "Stay down and kill Doyle with any clean shot you can." He pointed to an empty section at the back of the room and shooed Emma.
Emma saw Doyle, she didn't have a clear shot as he was surrounded by his loyal scum, two guns per body. She moved closer wondering if anyone else could see him, surely someone could.
That's when it happened, oh it happened so fast.
She stepped into the open.
A gun sounded.
The loyal scum spotted her.
Emma pulled her trigger, taking the perfect shot. It was milliseconds later that she felt a sharp pain in her back. A shooter from behind.
Emma feel to the ground, blood quickly pooling around her.
She was dead, right? She could see herself- this wasn't right.
She watched Captain Morgan and her all sector leap into action
Within a very quick few minutes the warehouse had turned into a shooting range, many injured, few dead.
Time went by and Doyle's men started to dwindle, they started to run. It made sense, I mean they wouldn't want to die for nothing, their leader had already fallen.
Finally the room was empty all but Captain Morgan and her Lieutenant, the two crouched over a lifeless body.
"Swan?" Morgan questioned, it wasn't to the other man and certainly wasn't to the body. "I shot down Swan" He dropped to his knees in the pool of blood and haled the body into his lap. "Swan," he repeated "I- you were an unorganized body. I'm so sorry my dear. I did what anyone would do, as did you. You were right, you are a great detective. You took down Doyle."
Emma watched from above, she guessed, and for a moment she was pained by everything but it started to turn into this warm fuzzy feeling deep within her soul and before she knew it white light had captured her soul- claimed it.
…
"No car chases in that story" Ruby quickly jabbed
"I was telling you about my death and my most famous case and that's what you have to say?"
"Detective Emma Lex Swan." Ruby nodded, not at Emma's question… at the name, it was fitting- Ruby should have known it was Emma in the first place, it sat right on her- the name that is.
"Yes." Emma answered anyway. "I can tell you a car chase story if you like."
"No, tell me about Regina now" Ruby said softly, ready to listen to another action filled story.
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