Regina stood in the center of the twelve policemen who had responded to Booth's call. Henry had been missing for a total of eleven minutes and they were wasting time, but nobody had anticipated Emma Swan fainting from the overwhelming situation they were suddenly in. With Booth's help, she'd gotten Emma safely inside the back of one of the squad cars with Kathryn and one of the officer's watching over her.

"All right, men," Regina said upon the chief's nod for her to begin. "We are going to spread out in all directions. Rendezvous point is right here," she said as she pointed around at the park. "The missing boy, his name is Henry Swan. He's two and a half years old and is missing his top two front teeth, he has dark brown hair, and he'll be holding on to a light blue blanket."

"What do we suspect at this point?" One of the officer's to her right asked. "A lost boy or kidnap?"

"Either," Regina replied, trying to stay strong and keep herself together despite the many emotions that were flowing through her. "Any further questions? No? Let's move out!"

"Regina?"

She stopped to turn her attention to Ruby and noticed nearly a dozen women were lingering behind her, each and every one of them with a heightened look of concern on their faces. Ruby stepped forward and looked back at the group of women behind her for a moment.

"They want to help," she said quietly. "Most of them, they have children around Henry's age and they want to help look for him. The more people we have helping, the better chance we have a finding him, right?"

"All right," Regina nodded and looked at the group of mother's waiting behind Ruby. "Time is crucial and it has already been fourteen minutes since Henry Swan was last seen by his mother. Any questions on his description?"

"What color jacket is he wearing?"

"Navy blue," Regina replied. "Dark jeans and white running shoes."

"No front teeth?" The same woman asked and she nodded her head.

"We will meet back here in twenty minutes and regroup."

"Regina," Ruby said softly before she could walk away. "We'll find him."

"I know," Regina replied tightly. "And when we do, I am going to shoot that fucking asshole right between the eyes for even laying a hand on him in the first place!"

"Regina—"

"Go, Ruby, we're wasting time!"

"Mills, a word?" Chief Kramer asked when she walked past him and she sighed with a nod of her head and joined him where he stood under one of the large oak trees. "You want to tell me exactly what is going on here?"

"A young boy is missing, Chief, I don't exactly have time to stop and—"

"Regina," he said, his tone changing into a softer one. "Tell me what is really going on here. I know there is a lot more to this than a young boy going missing."

Regina sighed and watched as several women who weren't out searching for the missing toddler began to set up a table near the swings and one woman even had a large thermos and a stack of plastic cups that she placed on the end of the foldup table.

"Where do I even start, Chief?"

"The beginning is a good place as any," he replied. "Regina, tell me what the hell is going on and don't leave any little details out."

Regina winced, wanting to be on the search for Henry and not left behind to tell her former boss the details of the situation that had led to where they were now. She took a deep breath and began to tell him how it had all started from the moment she suspected that the former sheriff of Storybrooke's death was more than just a hunting accident…

[X]

Two hours into the search and they had turned up with nothing. Emma still hadn't woken and Regina's worry not just for Henry's safety, but also for Emma's well being was growing increasingly worse by every passing minute. After she had explained everything to Chief Kramer, he made the call to the other precincts in the immediate area. Roadblocks were set up within a twenty-mile radius and hundreds of police officers were on the look out for the missing toddler.

It had been by a stroke of sheer luck that she had gotten back to the park after the trip down the street to Demetrio's for a cup of coffee while she brought Booth up to speed on the situation. She cursed herself for not having been there sooner, wondering if she had been, would Henry still have ended up missing, seemingly out of thin air.

"Regina, maybe we should take her back to your parents' house," Kathryn said when she approached the car Emma had been placed in earlier. "She—she'll be more comfortable in a bed versus being in the back of the squad car. Besides," Kathryn paused as she motioned behind Regina at the half a dozen reporters that were now swarming the area. "It might be best if they don't get photographs of her in this state and create some crazy story that isn't remotely true."

"You're right," Regina sighed. "Do you think you can stay here? I shouldn't be gone long."

"Of course. What do I need to do?"

"Just…keep this going until I get back."

Kathryn nodded and Regina walked over to the officer who was standing at the front of the squad car. After explaining quickly that she wanted to take Emma somewhere private where she could rest comfortably, the officer didn't ask any question other than to where he was going to take the two of them. Regina slid into the front seat next to him and gave him the address. In the short drive from the park to her parents' house, Regina continuously looked back at the blonde still unconscious in the back seat.

The officer, "Moody" he reminded her of the nickname she had long since forgotten, helped her carry Emma into the house. She ignored her mother's questions as they carried Emma up the stairs and into her old bedroom. The officer helped her lay her on the bed gently and he gave a small, curt nod before stepping out of the bedroom and shut the door behind him on his way out.

"Emma," Regina whispered as she gently stroked her fingertips over her brow. "Emma, darling, you need to wake up."

Regina held back a strangled sob and she leaned forward to place a soft kiss upon Emma's lips, willing her to wake up and not knowing why she hadn't yet since she'd fainted in her arms two hours earlier. Had it only been barely half a day earlier that they had lain in that very bed together, making love and exploring new ways to bring each other undone? She frowned and wiped away her tears as she leaned in to place another kiss upon Emma's still lips.

"Regina."

"Mother," she tensed and she rose from the bed with her fists clenched at her side. "I need to get back out there. Her son is missing."

Cora's expression tightened, her hands folded in front of her as she watched Regina walk towards her with not even a single flinch of fear in every step. The only fear she had was directed to Henry Swan's well being and her driving motion was in finding the young boy and returning with him safe and sound and with whomever had taken him either dead or behind bars.

"What is wrong with her?"

"Nothing," Regina replied tightly. "The shock of her son going missing rendered her into an unconscious state. She will rest here until she wakes and I trust that you'll look after her until I return with her son."

Cora's expression softened somewhat as she moved to step into the room. Regina couldn't stop her even if she had wanted to and she watched her mother come to a stop at the foot of the bed. She watched her as she stared down at the blonde, her expression growing unreadable as she did. Cora cleared her throat and turned back to face her.

"I'll make sure she's comfortable, dear," she said quietly. "Go on, go find her precious son. God forbid anything horrible has happened to him. How long has he been missing for?"

"Just a little over two hours now."

"I see."

"I will find him."

"I have no doubt, dear," Cora replied, turning her attention back to the unconscious blonde on Regina's childhood bed. "She'll be looked after, rest your worries," Cora whispered. "Go on, then. Go find her precious son. God forbid anything—"

"Save it, Mother."

"Our differences will always divide us, Regina, but at times like this, we will push those differences aside."

"Will we?"

"You love her and I don't agree with your choices when it comes to the matter of heart, but this is more than that I fear," Cora said with certain distaste to her tone. "At this moment, she is a mother whose child has gone missing and while I cannot relate, I can only imagine the distress she is feeling right now. Go, Regina. Go find her son and bring him home to her."

Regina hesitated, but she slipped out of the bedroom and found Officer Moody standing just down the hallway. "Can you stay?" Regina asked him. "Maybe call in if she wakes up?"

"For you, Mills? Of course," he smiled and tossed her the keys to his squad car. "Go and find the kid, yeah?"

Regina ran down the stairs and out the door. The street had a few police officers going door to door showing the sketch the artist had drawn up after Regina had given a mostly accurate description of the missing toddler. She hopped in the squad car and drove back down to the park, her heart racing tenfold when she saw there were twice as many people there than there had been when she had left barely ten minutes before.

Regina parked the squad car near the gate and headed into the park where Chief Kramer had a map of the surrounding area and was laying out a grid along it. Regina moved to stand at his side, watching as he instructed several groups to go to a specific block and continue the search there. He turned to Regina with a sad smile and when she gave him a pointed look, he just shook his head no.

"Regina!"

"Zee?" Regina spun around to see her sister pushing past the crowd of people. "What are you doing down here?"

"Are you kidding me? It's all over the news! What can I do to help?"

Regina turned to the map that Chief Kramer had lying out on the table. The search area was vast and even with the amount of police officers and volunteers that were involved, she knew it wouldn't be enough because whoever had Henry, they could still find a way to slip through the cracks—if they hadn't already.

[X]

"Em?" Neal called out and he bounced into the bedroom with a smile on his face. "There you are."

"Here I am."

"Can you believe we actually got this place?" Neal asked excitedly and he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up off her feet and spinning her around. "This is great, isn't it?"

"Sure."

"Em, aren't you happy?" Neal asked as he let her down on her feet. "We have a place to live, a place to call home, and I know it's not much right now but give it some time and it will be ours."

Happy was something Emma wasn't used to, but she forced a smile nonetheless and smiled at her husband. They were newly wed and just starting their lives together, something that scared her more than being fated to live on the streets for the rest of her life. Neal had saved her from that life and she was forever, eternally grateful for that. Happy was something she'd never be, not completely, not with Neal, but life had dealt her a hard hand and she was playing her cards the best she could even if that meant being a little selfish and marrying not for love, but for comfort.

"I can't promise you the world," Neal said softly. "But I can promise you that I'll love you no matter what. You know that, right?"

"You married me even though you know that I—"

"Yeah," he smiled lovingly at her and it only made the guilt twist deeper in her gut. "It doesn't matter to me, Em. We don't have to be in love to make this work."

Emma knew she was dreaming and it hurt deep to see and hear him again. She struggled as the memory faded, struggled to wake herself up to no avail. It made her feel that guilt she'd felt when she had first heard the news that he had been killed in the war, guilt because she hadn't cried, not like a wife should've cried learning her husband had died in battle.

She wanted to scream because her body and her mind were not cooperating with her, they wouldn't let her wake up for whatever reason. Her son was missing and all she wanted, all she needed was to wake up so she could get out there and find him herself. All the flashes of memories she'd had since she'd passed out in the park, all of them had been in the time before she met Neal up until the last one shortly after they had married and moved into their apartment. She had a sinking feeling as she was trapped in the dark, somewhere deep in her own mind, that she wasn't going to wake up that easily, not when she had fallen into shock over her son having gone missing, seemingly like he had been snatched from the park out of thin air.

Henry. Henry was all she could think of now. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she just wanted to wake the hell up. The frustration was building inside of her and it was getting worse with every attempt she made to open her eyes. As the darkness gave way to light in the moments that followed, another memory came to surface, one she hadn't thought of or dreamt of in a very long time.

Emma wiped her mouth with some toilet paper and tossed it into the toilet, flushing it before making her way to the small sink to splash some water on her face and rinse out her mouth. She pushed open the door and entered the exam room in the small clinic where Neal was seated by the table with a look of concern on his face.

It had been a week since she'd started throwing up, morning noon and night. A week of thinking she had just caught the flu in the middle of July and that it would pass eventually. Her worst fear was that she was pregnant, but she and Neal very rarely had sex. It was a part of their understanding because of who she was and he had never pushed her and the first time they'd had sex in years had been just barely two months after they had spent the entire weekend partying in the West Village with some of their friends.

"Hey, you okay?" Neal asked, standing up and placing his hands on her shoulders, hands she quickly rolled off of her with a scoff. "The doctor should be in any minute now."

"Good, the sooner we find out what's wrong with me, the sooner we can get out of here."

"What if there isn't anything wrong?"

"Neal, I've been sick for a week!"

His face softened and he reached out for her once more. "Em, you don't think that maybe—"

"Let's just wait and see what the doctor says, okay?" Emma snapped just as the door opened and the male doctor walked in with a folder open in his hands.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cassidy, please have a seat," he said with a warm smile.

"What's wrong with me?" Emma asked him.

"Nothing is wrong with you, Mrs. Cassidy," the doctor replied calmly. "I've got the results from the blood test we took a few days ago. Would you please have a seat?"

"I'm good. Now tell me, what is wrong with me?"

"Nothing," the doctor smiled. "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Cassidy, you're pregnant."

She had been in denial, she remembered, and had stormed out of the clinic with Neal chasing after her. She had been in denial until she started showing a few weeks later and that was when the panic had settled in. That summer had been a long one, the morning sickness that happened morning noon and night continued until December when Robert Gold paid them a visit for Christmas and that was when they finally told him the news, mostly because they had no other choice since it was so clear, so obvious that Emma was six months pregnant at the time.

Like previous memories, the next one started to come to her, but it ceased the moment she heard Regina's voice. She couldn't make out what she was saying, but she could hear the desperation in her voice and she could feel the softness of her lips upon her own just for the briefest of seconds. She wanted to scream when her body refused to wake up and she wanted to cry because she couldn't handle being so incredibly useless, lying in an almost comatose state while her son was out there, god knows where, and she wasn't out there looking for him.

"God damn it, Neal, I can't do this!" Emma yelled as Neal held on to her elbow as they walked down the street. "Just call a cab, please!"

"It's not much further, Em, you can—"

"I am about to have a baby and we're walking to the goddamn hospital!" She screamed and she screamed again as another contraction came, much more quickly than the last one. "Neal, get me in a cab, now!"

Neal whistled loudly, waving down a cab out on the street. One came to a screeching halt beside them and the driver helped Emma into the back seat, but not without warning that if she were to have the baby in his cab that the far would be triple.

It was a whirlwind from the moment they arrived at the hospital three minutes later and Emma was screaming, the pain far too intense for her to handle. They barely made it to a semi-private room before she felt the incredible need to push. Doctors and nurses were scrambling and Neal looked as terrified as Emma felt in that moment.

"Take a deep breath and push," the nurse said calmly as she moved to hold her hand. "Now!"

It happened so quickly and after she pushed three times, she could hear the sound of a baby crying as her body went numb, the pain almost too much to bear. The screaming intensified as the nurse who had held her hand placed the crying baby in her arms.

"It's a boy," she smiled down at her before turning to a rather pale Neal who had stood back during the birth. "Daddy, would you like to come cut the cord?"

"It—it's a boy," Emma murmured as she stared down at the bloody, crying baby in her arms. No matter how scared she'd been, how unprepared she felt, the very moment she laid her eyes on her son changed that. "Hi, baby," she murmured tiredly, tracing her fingers over his forehead, his cries stopping at the soft touch of his mother. "Welcome to the world, Henry."

[X]

Regina marched down the street two blocks from the park with a handful of people following behind her. She drowned out the sound of their voices as they called out Henry's name and she inhaled shakily as she picked up the pace. Just ten feet ahead, at the entrance to a narrow alleyway, she spotted the beloved blanket that never left the clutches of Henry's hands. She rushed forward and picked it up, fighting back her tears as she looked back at the people behind her still calling out his name.

The blanket still felt warm on the edge and she tucked half of it into the back pocket of her jeans before making her way down the narrow alleyway. With a hand on her gun, she pulled it out of the holster as she walked deeper into the alleyway, the buildings all around blocking out the mid-afternoon sun. She walked quietly, careful with every step she took and she paused when glass crunched under her boot and she turned to the door to her right to find the window had been smashed in and a small amount of blood trickled down the shards of glass that remained.

It was still so fresh or else the blood would've started to dry within minutes. She reached for the radio and called in for backup quietly before easing the door open as quietly as she could manage. Her heart picked up its pace as she entered the building and the hallway she was in was dark with garbage littering the soiled carpeted floor. The overwhelming stench of booze, piss and garbage made her gag and she heard a noise not far, just up the staircase that was up ahead.

The door just at the foot of the stairs was locked and she heard muffled voices trailing down the stairwell, close but far. She tightened her grip on her gun as she began to climb the stairs, careful to avoid the many broken bottles that littered the steps. As she reached the first landing, even in the dim light, she heard the man moaning before she saw him.

"Sir, are you all right?" Regina whispered as she knelt beside the man. He was trembling, his clothes and face dirty and his hands were clutching at his stomach. "Sir?"

"He—he—" the man coughed and showed his hands, his bloody hands that covered the gash in his bloody shirt. "He st—stabbed me and he—the boy, the boy was cr—crying—"

"I need an ambulance," Regina said into the radio she had clipped on to her jacket. "I have a man who has been stabbed," she said and she didn't wait for a response, she just placed a hand on the homeless man's shoulder. "Help is coming, sir. Just hold on."

Regina stood and continued the quiet yet quick ascent up the stairwell, her gun drawn in front of her as she kept her eyes and ears open. Each door for the next three floors were locked or nailed shut and she shuddered when she heard the soft cries coming from up above. Henry. Henry was there, she knew he was, and she worried endlessly that whoever had him would hurt him if he didn't stop crying.

[X]

Emma paced the living room floor carrying her three-week-old son who hadn't stopped crying for the last four hours straight. With Neal off at work, she was alone with the baby for the first time since she had come home from the hospital and she was at wits end. Nothing she did seemed to get him to calm down; she changed the diaper twice, fed him, burped him, and sang to him. She was exhausted, beyond exhausted and she was just about to give up.

"Henry, please stop crying," she murmured as she held him against her chest and rocked him back and forth. "Mama doesn't know what's wrong, baby."

His screams grew even louder then and she was on the verge of tears as she began to pace the floor once more. She spotted the blue blanket they'd brought him home in from the hospital and grabbed it from where it lay on the arm of the couch. She carefully wrapped it around him and the moment she did, he stopped crying, his tears sticking to his chubby red cheeks and a steady stream of drool trickled from the corner of his mouth and on to her dress.

She let out a small gasp, laughing as she moved to sit down on the couch with her baby securely in her arms and wrapped in his blanket. His hands grabbed at the ends of her hair as he closed his eyes and cooed softly.

"Is that all you wanted, Henry, was your blankie?" Emma whispered and she shook her head in disbelief. "You are unbelievable, baby boy, simply unbelievable. If I had only known…"

Emma whimpered as the memory faded quickly, her mind enveloping her back into a dark void. It was becoming too much, the memories, watching them replay in her mind as if she were living through it all over again for a second time.

Then she heard it, a voice, and one that wasn't from inside her head and one she loathed to hear. Cora. Still, just like she had when she heard Regina's voice, she couldn't tell what she was saying, but she could sense there was no malice in her voice as she spoke softly. She felt something wet and warm on her forehead and cheeks and she tried again to no avail to wake herself up, to open her eyes, to speak, to move, to do anything other than remain trapped within her own mind.

Henry. Her mind reeled right back to Henry. Had they found him yet? Was he safe? Her heart filled with dread as she thought of the worst and she struggled yet again to wake herself up. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, she wanted to kill whoever had taken her son.

"Mama!" Henry said proudly as he sat on the floor in front of Emma, clapping gleefully as Emma and Neal laughed with nothing but happiness at their son's first word. "Mama!"

"He called me Mama!" Emma laughed as she tackled Neal to the floor happily. "Do you believe it?"

"Of course," Neal smiled and he reached up to tuck an errand strand of hair behind her ear.

Emma stared down at him for a moment, caught up completely in their son's first word and the happiness that it brought. For a split second she placed a kiss on his lips before she shook her head and pulled back.

"I—I'm sorry, Neal, I can't."

"It's okay, Em, really," he sighed sadly and they moved to sit back up on the floor. "You don't have to try to be what you think I want you to be. You know that I love you and that I love our son. Nothing about that will ever change."

"I don't deserve you, Neal," she said softly as she moved to sit in front of their ten-month-old son and watched him babble just before he stuck the end of his blanket into his mouth. "You deserve so much more than this, Neal. You deserve to have a wife who can—"

"Em, that's enough," Neal said with a smile. Always ever so understanding and patient. "This is everything I could ever want. I have you and we have our son. We might not be the perfect family, but doesn't it feel like we are right now? I mean," he smiled as he moved to lie down on his side beside Henry and reached out for his chubby little hand. "He's perfect, he's healthy, and he's happy. That's all we could ever hope for, isn't it, Em?"

"Mama!" Henry said gleefully as he reached out for her with both hands, his blanket falling from his mouth to his lap. "Mama. Mama. Mama!"

Emma laughed and lay down opposite of Neal on the floor and Henry crawled up on to her stomach with her help. "You are perfect, aren't you, Henry?"

"Da!"

Emma laughed again and ran a hand over the soft brown fuzz that had started to grow on his otherwise bald head. She turned to look at Neal who just looked at their son with nothing but love and adoration in his brown eyes. She smiled sadly as she reached for Neal's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze when he looked over at her.

"We'll make it, won't we?" Emma asked him and he nodded without hesitation. "How can you be so sure when I'm not?"

"Because, Em, love wins in the end. Love always wins."

"Love doesn't put food on the table."

"Maybe not, but love can get us through anything. I promise."

"I wish I could love you the way that you—"

"I know you love me just as I know you'll never be in love with me, but it doesn't make any difference, Em. We're together and we have our son. That makes me happy. That makes it feel like it is enough."

"Is it enough?"

"It'll have to be," Neal replied. "It'll have to be because of him."

[X]

Regina reached the fifth floor, pausing on the second to last step when she heard the familiar cry coming from Henry, this time it was closer than the last. She may not be a mother or even Henry's mother, but she felt the love for that child surrounding her heart and her very soul in a way she had never felt before. She loved that boy like he was her own and nothing in the world would ever change that and nobody would ever take that feeling away from her.

"Mama, I want my Mama!" Henry cried out loudly and Regina had to fight the urge to run up the next flight of stairs to him. "No!"

"Shut up!"

That voice, Regina knew that voice. Anger swelled deep within her as she continued up the stairs, each slow and careful step feeling heavier than the last. She trembled when she heard something crash down against the floor and she tightened the grip on her gun with one hand, the other moving to grab on to the railing as she stepped over a pile of feces on the next step.

"Stop crying!"

"I want my Mama!"

"Henry," Regina whispered under her breath. "Hold on, Henry, I'm almost there."

"Stop!"

Regina shuddered at the fierceness, the anger that came with the shout. She could only just faintly hear sirens out on the street, growing closer and closer with every step she took. As she rounded the last step that led up to the landing between floors, she peered up and saw a flash of blonde shaggy hair. Felix. She grit her teeth and waited, waited and watched as he paced at the top of the stairs, his fists curled tightly and he smacked both of his legs as Henry let out a quiet whimper.

"I said stop crying, kid!" Felix roared. "You stop or I'll make you stop!"

"No," Regina said evenly as she began the ascend up the last of the stairs and Felix spun around to face her. "You won't make him do anything. In fact, you won't lay a fucking hand on that boy, do you hear me?"

"Well," Felix chuckled lowly. "Look what the cat dragged in," he leered and he turned around just as Regina reached the last step. He spun around with a dagger in his hand; the blade covered in what she knew was the blood of the homeless man she'd found downstairs. "Well, well, Sheriff Mills, come to save the day, have you?"

"I came for Henry," she said, careful not to take her eyes off him completely and she spotted Henry curled up on the floor in the corner to her right.

"He's right there, Sheriff," Felix chuckled and she noticed that slightly crazed glint in his eyes as he shifted the dagger from one hand to the other. "I won't make it easy."

"Of course you won't," Regina replied quietly. "Neither will I."

[X]

"Neal, you are crazy!" Emma laughed as he presented the tricycle with a hummed fanfare. "He is still too small for that!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Em," he said as he placed it on the floor and a wide-eyed Henry walked over towards the shiny red tricycle. "Well, kiddo, what do you think?"

"For me?"

"Yep," Neal nodded and pulled off the ridiculous looking blue bow he'd tied to the handlebars. "It is all yours, kid."

Henry looked at it with wonder and he ran his chubby little fingers over the black seat. He looked up at his father in confusion as he clutched his blanket in his left hand tightly. "What it do?"

"What does it do?" Neal laughed and he scooped Henry up and placed him on the seat. "You ride it, of course."

"Neal…" Emma sighed as she watched him place Henry's feet on the pedals, pedals he could barely even reach. "He's too small for it."

"Come on, Em, he's not too small for it. What do you say, kiddo? Want to take it outside and go for a ride?"

"Kay!" Henry clapped happily. "We go ride, Mama!"

Emma shook her head and picked him up into her arms while shooting an unbelievable look at her husband. She had a bad feeling about this whole thing, yet she followed Neal out of the apartment and down the stairs. She wasn't sure who was more excited, Neal or Henry, but when they reached the street, Henry squirmed in her arms until she placed him on to the tricycle that Neal had just put down on the sidewalk.

Emma stood back, wrapping her arms around herself as she watched Neal push the back of the tricycle with Henry on it. His happy laughter was music to her ears despite the fact that she wanted to throttle Neal for spending what little money they actually had on a toy for their son instead of food they needed and didn't have.

"Be careful!" Emma said as Neal gave Henry a good push and let go. "Shit, Neal, get his blanket off of him before—"

Henry's screams filled her ears as panic flooded through her. He went flying over the handlebars when the front wheel hit a gap in the sidewalk. Emma went running, scooping him up off the sidewalk and looking down at him in horror at the blood that filled his mouth. She turned to Neal, worried and yet so very angry with him for letting this happen. She just shook her head and held her son to her chest, rocking him gently as she tried to sooth away the hurt. She said not a word as she rushed down the street, using his beloved blanket to try to stop the bleeding coming from somewhere inside of his mouth.

"Em, I didn't mean—"

"Shut up!" Emma snapped as Neal jogged down the street after them. "This is your fault, Neal!"

"It was an accident!"

"Just shut up!"

Emma picked up the pace, turning the corner and heading straight for the small clinic just ahead. She burst through the doors and demanded to see a doctor right away, but the nurse behind the front desk pointed to a row of hard plastic chairs and told her they would have to wait.

"Em, it was an accident."

"An accident that is your fault, Neal. I told you he was too small to ride that thing!"

"Emma—"

"Emma?"

Emma blinked and as her vision blurred when she opened her eyes, it slowly adjusted to the brightness in the room. "Cora?" She murmured, her mouth dry. "What—what are you doing here? Where is Regina?"

"Emma—"

"Did she find him?" Emma asked and she struggled to sit up, but Cora's hand kept her lying on the bed. "Did she find him? Did she find my son?"

"Emma, calm down," Cora whispered and they both struggled against each other until Emma found a burst of energy she didn't know she had and pushed the woman away from her hard.

Emma felt unsteady on her feet as she charged towards the closed bedroom door and she pulled it open, her head spinning as her body threatened to give out on her. The officer standing out in the hallway made a grab for her when Cora screamed out for her to stop and she shook her head, shoving him away from her as tears spilled from her eyes.

"Ma'am, please stay calm."

"My son," Emma gasped as the officer grabbed both of her arms. "Please, let me go," she begged, her whole body trembling as she slowly fell to the floor on her knees while the officer kept a hold of one arm. "Please, I need to go find my son."

"Ma'am, we have people out there looking for him right now. You're weak and you're in shock. Please, just let us do our job. We will find your son. We will find him…"

[X]

Regina held the gun in front of her with an almost steady hand, her eyes trained on Felix. She knew he was unpredictable, that he could make a move for her or for Henry in a split second and give her no time to react. There was no reasoning, not with a man in the maniacal state he was clearly in. Felix ran his free hand through his sweaty blonde hair and pointed the dagger towards her in a warning for her not to take another step.

"Felix, you know you are not going to be able to walk away from this," Regina said as calmly as she could muster. "There are well over a hundred police officers out there looking for that boy right now."

"Shut up!"

"Mommy?" Henry whimpered and Felix snapped his head to look back at him. "I scared."

"It's okay, Henry, it's okay," Regina whispered and she held a finger to her lips to make sure he knew he needed to stay quiet. "Felix."

"You were never supposed to find out, you know that?" Felix muttered as he turned to look back at her and he took a step towards her, his hand that held the dagger shaking slightly. "Gold said you were stupid enough not to figure out what was going on right under that pretty little nose of yours. That'll teach him to trust a woman, huh?"

"Felix, why do you have Henry?"

"Because he told me to get him!" Felix roared. "This kid, this kid right here, that's all he has left of his eldest son and now that Bobby is dead, well, it's all he has left at all really."

"Gold is going to spend the rest of his life in prison."

"No!" Felix yelled, taking another step closer to her. "You don't know that! You don't know. They could let him go. They'll let him go—"

"Felix, you and I both know that isn't true."

"Do we?" He snapped and he started laughing lowly. "What do you care if I have the boy or not, huh?" Felix asked and they he chortled and eyed her up and down. "Oh that's right, you and his pretty blonde haired mother are fucking, aren't you? My oh my, isn't that sweet."

Regina clenched her jaw and very subtly ran her thumb over the safety, knowing she should've switched it off on the ascent up the stairs. Regina held her ground as the sirens grew closer still and she could faintly hear the chatter of at least a dozen police officers just at the bottom of the stairwell.

"Called it in, didn't ya?" Felix snorted. "Big mistake, Sheriff Mills, big mistake."

Henry cried out, stealing her attention just for a split second and in that split second, Felix lunged forward and she felt the red-hot pain of the sharp dagger slide deep into her gut. She gasped, the pain searing through her whole body and she raised her gun at Felix as he backed away from her, laughing maniacally. Her vision swam as she aimed for his chest with one hand, the other clutching at the dagger that protruded out of her lower abdomen.

"You won't touch him," she gasped and she could taste the metallic all along her tongue as blood filled her mouth. "You stay away from him, you hear me!"

"What are you gonna do about it, Sheriff?" Felix asked, faking a move towards Henry and stopping as he laughed harder still. "That's what I—"

Henry's screams rang out as soon as she fired the gun. She fell to her knees as she held a hand over her abdomen right below the dagger and she watched as Felix staggered forward and away from Henry. She fought to keep her eyes open and fell forward, letting go of her gun before bracing herself up with one hand.

Regina eased herself onto the dirty floor, coughing as she heard the racing sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, the sound echoing around inside of her head as she struggled to turn her head to look over at Henry still huddled in the corner, crying out for his mother, crying out for her.

"Officer down!"

"We got another body," another voice said, but it started to fade slowly. "Someone get a goddamn paramedic up here now! She's bleeding out!"

"Henry," Regina coughed out weakly. "Make sure you get Henry back to his mother…"