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[A/N] Welcome back to a new update. Thank you so much for the great response on the last chapter. I am thrilled so many of you seem to enjoy reading my story.

Today's chapter is dedicated to LethalPoison for being reviewer 200th.

Chapter 25

Regina informed her secretary about her taking the day off. Then, she drove Emma to her house since she refused to return to her own apartment.

"I just want Henry back."

Emma's voice was very low. Her knees were still trembling, unable to remain still no matter how many deep breaths she forced herself to take.

Regina placed her right hand on Emma's thigh.

"You are going to hyperventilate. I don't have a paper bag on me, so try to calm. Okay?"

Emma nodded her head. It took some effort for her to lift the corners of her mouth upwards into the hint of a smile. Regina was still with her. How could she still be with her after all the lies? She had never had someone stick by her side. The feelings it stirred inside her were surreal.

"You will need another lawyer. A real one, not some moron paid by the state."

The fingers of Regina's left hand tapped against the steering wheel. She hated being lied at. Trust was not an easy thing for her. Nobody had gotten under her skin in the way Emma Swan had. She couldn't let that slip out of her life. It was too precious to her.

"I don't have money to pay a lawyer."

"Emma, I –"

"No!" Emma called out. "There is no way I am letting you pay for a lawyer."

Regina clicked her tongue. She was proud. Emma was too proud to accept financial support. Was that the reason why she never told Henry's father about the boy and claimed child support?

"I know you don't want me paying for your lawyer. There is this woman who was in my sonority at college. She's a lawyer and owes me a favor."

Emma smiled. Claiming a favor was acceptable to her. The thought of Regina wasting money on her made her feel uncomfortable. It reminded her that she wasn't good enough for her. Even now, that the lie about the age gap had been revealed. They were living in two separate worlds. Emma was a constantly broke single mom while Regina had grown up to be a sonority girl.

"Do you think she would help me? Like for a pro bono case?"

"Exactly, it's not like she needs the money anyway. Her father makes gold out of crap."

Mary Margaret had driven to Zelena Mills apartment and let herself in. Since Zelena would be at school for the rest of the day, it gave the FBI agent enough time to look around.

The place was huge for a single person. Silver-framed paintings hung on white painted walls. There was a big sofa with a green patchwork blanket on top of it.

She entered the bedroom, finding the bed unmade. The sheets were crumpled and on the right corner was a forgotten grey sock. It looked too big to be one of Zelena's.

Did she have a lover?

Mary Margaret opened cupboards. There was a letter from a car dealer informing Zelena that the requested special painting would be more expensive than they had calculated first.

There was a travel brochure for south England. Zelena had marked one of the cottages with a marker.

Was she planning to leave the country?

Mary Margaret worked through the pile of opened letters. Zelena seemed to have a thing for art. A gallery in New York had sent a bill for a ebony statue for several thousand dollars.

How much money did a school teacher make these days? It seemed unlikely to Mary Margaret that Zelena could afford these kinds of things with her regular salary.

The phone started ringing. Mary Margaret waited beside it until the machine picked up.

"Sweetheart, it's me, Robin. Are you still cross with me?" A male voice purred. "I promised you I will talk to my wife but divorces are expensive. I can't afford one right now. Please, call me back, my little Emerald. I love you."

Mary Margaret swallowed back acid in her mouth. Inside her head puzzle pieces were beginning to connect together. Zelena was spending more money than she could have and now with her married lover, it looked like she needed even more of it.

She walked inside the bathroom. The cabinet didn't hold more than the usual over the counter medications and several vitamins.

In the trash was the package for a pregnancy test. Mary Margaret put on a plastic glove before digging deeper into the trash. The test was at the bottom, broken in two pieces. Maybe out of anger because it had been negative?

In the living room Zelena had book shelves filled with chemistry books. Yes, it was obvious that mixing all kinds of crap together to sell it was an easy task for her.

"Do you want a glass of wine?" Regina wrapped a blanket around Emma's shoulders and made her sit down on her couch. "For the nerves, you know?"

"Thank you."

Minutes later Emma nipped on the crimson liquid. The wine was sweet and heavy. It probably cost more than what she made in a day.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?"

"I couldn't."

"Oh yes, you could. You choose not to. I need to know why."

Emma took another sip from her wine. Her empty stomach filled with delightful warmth. Being tipsy always loosened her tongue. It wasn't different this time.

"I didn't want to lose what we had."

"We had a forbidden affair between a teacher and a student. I felt guilty all the time. How could you want to keep that lie intact?"

Emma lifted the half-empty glass to her mouth again. The more she drank the thirstier she felt.

"Not the lie, just us. I never felt this way with another woman before, with anyone. I knew, when you knew who I really am, you wouldn't want me anymore."

Regina took the glass from Emma's hands. "I think you had enough wine now. Your cheeks are glowing." She tugged a wisp of blonde curls behind Emma's ear. "Why did you think I wouldn't want you anymore if I knew the truth?"

Emma reached out her hand and cupped Regina's face to caress it gently.

"I am not good enough for you."

Regina placed her hand on Emma's knee. "Why would you think such a ridiculous thing? Don't you understand that I love you?"

She leaned closer, her lips touching tenderly against Emma's mouth.

"You love me?"

Regina kissed Emma a second time. The tip of her tongue slipped between lips parted in a sweet sigh.

Emma pulled her closer until Regina was straddling her lap.

"I love you." She whispered against Regina's neck between gentle kisses down her lover's collarbone. "Is this okay?" Her hands moved down Regina's chest to fondle her breasts through the thin material of her blouse. "I need you."

"You have no idea how much I need you, Emma."

Regina's fingers grabbed the sides of Emma's shirt to pull it over her head. She groaned when she pressed her lips between warm breasts just a few moments later.

"You are beautiful."

Emma moaned. Shivers crawled up and down her spine as she felt Regina's warm, moist mouth close around her nipples to suck them eagerly.

"I need to feel you."

Emma pulled on the buttons of Regina's blouse, accidentally ripping two of them off.

"Let me do that."

Regina kept her eyes on Emma's, licking he bottom lip while she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

The remaining items of their clothing landed partly on the glass table and floor next to the couch.

"This is what I need." Emma whispered in Regina's ear. "Just you on top of me with nothing between us."

Emma rocked her hips back and forth. Her hand moved between their joined bodies to stroke the top of Regina's clit. Wetness coated her fingers, making it easy to lower them to Regina's entrance. When she thrust them inside tight muscles gripped around her digits.

"So tight,"

Regina moaned. Her thighs quivered. Her heart thundered faster and faster in her chest. She pushed Emma back into soft cushions. She caressed Emma's left leg, stroking the inside before lowering herself between parted thighs. Her clit brushed against wet flesh. Again and again they brought their most intimate parts against each other.

Muscles tensed. Moist flesh rubbed against smooth wet skin. Regina felt Emma pulsing against her clit just seconds before her own release made her body tremble from head to toe.

Rich people always intimidated Emma. Nervously she tugged on the grey blouse Regina had borrowed her to wear.

"Thank you." she whispered. Then she rolled up the sleeves. "I hope your lawyer friend can help me."

Regina gave Emma's hand an encouraging squeeze. "I am sure she will. Emma, please promise me, from now on, no more lies between us."

"I promise."

They entered a marble-floored building. There were golden lusters on the ceiling and exclusive Persian rugs all over the floor.

"Pretentious, isn't it?" Regina whispered as they stepped into the glass elevator. "I never truly cared about things like that."

The blonde who greeted them when the elevator opened again was pretty. She could have been beautiful if it wasn't for the fine lines around her mouth and between her eyebrows. Those made her look like she had aged before time and missed not hours but years of proper sleep.

"Gina!" She blew a kiss on both of Regina's cheeks. "You look fantastic."

"You're not to be bad yourself." Regina hugged the blonde. "Emma, this is my old friend Kathryn Midas."

"Please don't say old and my name in the same sentence."

Kathryn held out her hand to Emma. "So, you are the young woman in trouble? Let's go inside my office and we'll figure something out."

The room was decorated with lots of money but little taste. The shelves were crowded with books and wooden statues. A tiffany lamp was standing on a mahogany table with gilded feet.

"Do you want coffee?"

"No, thank you." Emma mumbled, sitting down on a soft-cushioned chair. "I hope that Regina told you I can't pay your services."

"Don't worry about money, Emma. In the end, isn't that what got you into trouble in the first place?"

She nodded her head. "I was so stupid."

"The term desperate is going to make you look better in front of the judge."

Kathryn typed some notes into her laptop. "You need to tell me everything from the beginning."

Emma sighed. "I had a job, cleaning in a jewelry store. One day this guy came in. He talked me into letting him and his crew in to rob the store."

"Did he threaten you?"

"No…he didn't have a weapon or anything like that. But he was persistent. He came by the store every day for two weeks to convince me to do it."

"What an asshole." Regina stated as she crossed her legs. "He's the one who is guilty here, not Emma."

"Do they have him on video tape?" Kathryn asked.

"Nothing useful. He always wore a hood and made sure to turn his face away from the cameras."

Kathryn grabbed a pen from her desk to nibble on it. "But you saw his face, didn't you? Would you be willing to work with someone to create a photofit picture of Mr. Hood?"

Emma nodded. "Of course, I will do anything that helps. Can you please make sure I get Henry back?"

"Henry's your son, right? Regina told me about him when she called me."

"The FBI said to me that I will go to jail. He'll end up with foster parents."

Kathryn's eyes narrowed. The FBI was involved in this? Why? Robberies were things handled by the police. There had to be more behind all of this.

"Where is your son currently?"

"The FBI brought him to a couple to watch him while I am working for them. Her name is Nova Little. I think her husband is an agent too."

Regina reached for Emma's hand. "The woman seemed very reasonable to me when I saw her. Kathryn will figure out how we get her to bring Henry back."

"Gina is right. Let me make some calls. I know how the FBI works. Your son will be back with you before this day is over."