Regina had gotten up early that morning as she hadn't slept well. She spent most of the night thinking about this whole Uber fiasco. She didn't need this right now with everything else going on in her life. She had also been thinking about the state of her marriage. It had started crumbling years ago before she and Robin had adopted Henry. When she had told Robin she couldn't have children, he seemed ok about it. It was his idea to adopt a child. But once they adopted Henry - almost 11 years ago, now - it became clear that Robin just couldn't connect with the boy. She, on the other hand, fell instantly in love with her son. It didn't matter that they didn't share the same DNA. Robin just couldn't feel the same way, treating Henry like a distant relative rather than a son. He even suggested that Henry took on "Mills" as his last name since Regina had named the boy after her own father already. Regina had hoped that as Henry grew older, that he and Robin would bond more. Robin had managed to get Henry interested in playing the violin and Henry excelled in it. But he didn't love it the way Robin did, wanting to find other instruments to try out instead. Yet, he persevered because he wanted his dad to be proud of him. What kid didn't want that? But when it became obvious that Robin didn't even care about attending Henry's performances, Henry had started to rebel against it. Then when he was right, her friend - and part-time receptionist - had accidentally told Henry he was adopted. He had completely closed off from both Robin and Regina, only recently coming back to Regina after a few stern but kind words from his grampa about how much they all love him and that having the same DNA didn't matter as long as there was love. And he told Henry so many ways in which Regina loved him like he was her own flesh and blood son. He finally realised, after doing his research, how lucky he was and how much he truly did love his mom and Abuelo. He still hadn't warmed back up to Robin, though. Probably because Robin was always away on tour or business of some sort. Yet he still expected Henry to practice his violin every day. Henry only played it now because he wanted to be better at it than Robin ever was. Just to spite Robin.

When she got that text from Robin last night, she knew it had nothing to do with his tour being extended. It had everything to do with one of the musicians in the flute section of the orchestra that accompanied him on his tours - Marion.

Regina arrived at Emma's apartment at 8:30 bearing freshly baked goods. She knocked a couple of times and then heard heavy footsteps rushing towards the door which was thrown open by a half-dressed Emma. She had clearly just hopped out the shower and had quickly dried off and put on red underwear and a white tank top. Her hair was still damp,

"Regina, hi, come in, sorry I slept in, make yourself at home, I'll just finish getting dressed," and before she could respond, Emma was away down the hall towards her bedroom, Regina had gathered. Regina closed the door behind herself and made her way to the kitchen. The apartment seemed to be the same as Graham's. The same layout except it was a mirror image of his apartment. She made herself at home, taking off her jacket and getting out the baked goods she had brought over with her. She saw that Emma already had the coffee machine on and 3 mugs out for them, so she went ahead and started preparing their coffees. Emma could make Graham his one when he arrived. She decided to give Emma one less teaspoon of sugar just to see if she noticed the difference between two and three. The coffees were ready just as Emma came out, dressed in her signature skinny jeans and a green short-sleeved blouse over her white tank top. Regina looked her up and down, noticing Emma's odd socks.

"Like what you see, Doc?" Emma winked playfully. "Oh, thanks for making the coffees. And, oooooh, see you brought some yummies!" Emma grabbed a big pastry that smelled delicious. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, yum! You didn't need to bring anything, but I'm glad you did!"

"Swallow before you speak, Miss Swan. You are going to choke to death and then what would become of August, hmmm?"

Emma swallowed and took a big sip of her coffee before reply, "I'm glad I mean so much to you."

"Of course. I need you to help August." Regina sat down on a stool at the kitchen island to drink her coffee. She didn't have any of the things she brought over as she'd had breakfast already.

"Aren't you going to eat anything," Emma gestured towards the baking on the counter.

"No, I ate earlier. These are for you and Graham. I woke up early this morning…. Couldn't sleep. I tend to bake when I'm… when I have a lot on my mind."

"We will get that creep reported, Regina. Graham said he would be here by nine. You can tell him what has been happening and what that other Uber driver said. I'll also tell him what he said to me last Saturday night. He might want us to go down to the station to report it officially, though. And they might want to talk to the other driver. I'll come with you if you want to. Emma sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

"Alright, thank you, Emma. I just feel out of my element, here. I'm not used to feeling out of control."

Just then, they heard a quick knock and then the door open and Graham came in.

"Hey, ladies." Graham then went straight to the coffee maker and poured himself a big mug of pure black coffee. No cream or sugar. Emma always grimaced at Graham's choice of coffee. It looked like tar. He then joined them at the kitchen island. "Ooooh, apple turnovers! Been baking, Regina?" Graham smiled broadly at her.

"I have. How are you, Graham? Did the party end well on Saturday?"

"Yes, thank you. And I hear you've been spilling my secrets to your cohort here," Graham winked at them both.

"Yes, well, Emma asked how you and I became friends and I couldn't lie to her. Besides, is it really a secret?" Regina smirked.

"Ah, well, I've not seen Zelena for a while. Seems like she may be avoiding me." Graham didn't sound upset about it, though. In fact, he was quite amused. "Perhaps she's found another boy toy," he smirked.

"I wouldn't know, Graham. Haven't seen her in at least a month. She did say she was going to England to see family."

"You have family in England?" Emma asked.

"Oh, no, Zelena has a different father. My mother had her before she met my dad. She never married Zelena's father but they kept in touch. Her father and his family are all in England and other parts of the UK."

"Cool, so are you and Zelena close?" Emma seemed genuinely interested.

"Hmmm, I suppose so. We weren't as children. But as we became adults, we seemed to have gotten closer. She's about six years older than I am. Anyway, Graham, has Emma filled you in on our Uber driver situation?"

"Not much, she just told me about the driver who has been making you feel uncomfortable but that's it. Have you reported him to Uber?"

"Not yet, but I will. I just wanted to tell you what another driver told me about this driver…" Regina went on to tell him everything that Daniel Colter had told her and how this Mr Sidney Glass knew her title and seemed to know she was married to Robin. She was worried he might know about her son too. That scared her. She paled as she voiced her concerns about her son's safety. Emma quickly got her a glass of water when she noticed Regina's complexion.

Graham had written everything down, including Emma's account of her experience with this guy. Emma didn't fit Mr Glass's profile since she was blonde and had a very fair complexion compared to Regina. He also asked Emma to forward him the photograph she had taken of the car and number plate. He had a late shift today and he would look this man up on the high tech computer system just installed at his precinct. Graham advised that they both report this guy to Uber and he also asked Regina to have Mr Colter get in touch with him. He gave her his professional business card with all his contact details, which he had to quickly go back to his apartment to get for her.

Once he had left, Emma and Regina each logged into their Uber accounts to report the driver. Hopefully, with two serious reports against him, he would be deactivated from Uber. Or at least looked into.

Before leaving Emma's apartment to go to the hospital, Regina had received an alert informing her that Henry's concert had been cancelled due to an unforeseen circumstance and would be rescheduled for the summer school term. She let Emma know and told her she'd see her again tomorrow for their session at her apartment. The air conditioning in her office would be out of commission until the superintendent of the building fixed it, so she had to rearrange her appointments and was seeing most of her patients at an office at the hospital. She never saw her patients in her home office, but since Emma wasn't her patient, she made an exception. She told Emma to come for dinner at 6 pm and then they would have their session afterwards.

The week passed without much incident. Graham had done a check on Sidney Glass, but nothing had come up on the system. He seemed to have a clean record and did volunteer work at various care homes, charming the old folks and did general maintenance free of charge. The model citizen. It seemed his mother was a resident at one of the care homes too. But when someone came off as squeaky clean, it sent Emma's radar on alert. She knew he was covering something, but she couldn't do anything about him. She had thought of doing a stakeout and following him, but if she was caught then he could press harassment charges against her. She would have to follow Graham's advice to just leave him alone. The only thing is that she was never good at doing what she was told.

By Friday evening, she had determined that though he did do his good volunteer deeds, he also visited a brothel in Queens. She didn't mean to do it, but she happened to be driving back home from a session with Regina on Friday evening when she just so happened to recognise Sidney's silver Sedan. It was parked not far from Regina's apartment building. It looked like he had just dropped someone off so she took the opportunity to follow him. He drove to Queens and at first, she thought he might just be going to pick someone up. He had parked his car outside a Chinese massage parlour. Then she started noticing the women coming out and some were walking towards different cars which had stopped by them, they would lean over into the passenger window and then they would either get in or entice the men out and into the massage parlour. They were all hookers and as Emma drove around the corner, she realised that there were several different massage parlours with men going in or hookers coming out. Huh? How is this even happening? Emma drove around the block several times and each time was shocked to see how busy it was. And she noticed Sydney's car was still parked where he had left it. Should she roll down her window to ask one of these women if Sidney was a regular? Just then, she saw him come out with a woman on his arm. She had to blink a couple of times because the woman fit his profile to a tee. Dark hair, olive skin and looked Latina. Not as beautiful as Regina, but who could be? She wanted to warn this woman not to get into his car, but how. There was nothing for her to do but leave her to go with this creep. She followed them to a hotel and then decided to go home. She had a second karate lesson with Henry tomorrow afternoon, and this time Regina would be there too. She was hoping she could teach Regina some basic self-defence techniques just in case.

She went to see Graham On Saturday morning to tell him what she had discovered in Queens. When he asked her how she even ended up in Queens at 10 in the evening, he was really mad at her when she told him she had followed Sidney there. They had a huge argument about stalking Sidney and her safety if he had spotted her car - which wasn't hard to do, the man on the moon could probably see it - she left his apartment in a bad mood. She went to her regular gym to work off her anger at Graham and her worry about Sydney still driving for Uber. He obviously hadn't been deactivated.

She punched a bag for a good hour before going for her second shower of the day. Even as she showered, her mind was still buzzing. She couldn't just let this creep drive innocent women around. If something happened to them, she would feel very guilty if he acted out on whatever crazy fantasy he had for them because she hadn't caught him in time. She seriously considered even going back to Queens and offering the women who worked at the brothel basic self-defence lessons free of charge. Perhaps she should join the police force.

By the time she met Henry and Regina at the same place, in Sheep Meadow, for their second karate lesson, she was all set to give Regina some lessons too. She had phoned Regina after she got out of the gym, telling her to wear something to work out in because she was going to give her a self-defence lesson too. Regina did protest, but Emma told her she would stop her lessons with Henry (not really) if Regina didn't show up in her workout clothes. "You wouldn't dare!" Regina had exclaimed. But Emma just hung up on her without a response.

When Emma had arrived at their meeting spot, Regina and Henry were already there, waiting for Emma by the bench. Regina was seated - in workout clothes - but Henry was running about and practising the karate moves Emma had taught him already. She wolf-whistled at him which instantly made him stop to look at her.

"Great moves, kid!" She winked at him as she walked to the bench to put her bag down next to Regina. "Hi, Doc! Looking good!"

"I wear these to clean my house," Regina glared at Emma.

"Oh my God, Regina!" Emma mock-gasped. "You clean your own home?"

Regina just glared at her as Henry joined their conversation. "Yeah, she's really anal about it too. Clean, clean, clean! She makes me clean my room all the time! She-"

"Henry Mills, not another word from you! If I recall, I cleaned your room last weekend because I couldn't see your bedroom floor. If you want Emma to carry on with these karate lessons, I suggest you zip it. " Regina made a closing zip motion across her lips as she glared at him.

"Come on, kid. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Let's get on with the next lesson." Emma winked at Regina as they went off to start.

Regina just leaned back against the bench to watch Emma walk away towards where Henry was waiting for her. Had Emma just put on an extra sway to her hips for her?

An hour later, their lesson was over and they walked back to the bench where Regina had been watching them intently. Her father was right. Emma was a good teacher. Not just showing Henry how to perform each move correctly, but also in how she spoke to him and told him why each move was important. They had also done warm-up stretches in the beginning and warm down stretches at the end. She could see how much Henry was enjoying this. It thrilled her to see him smiling so much. Even if it was someone else causing him to smile.

"So, what did you think, mom?" Henry asked, panting a bit as he drank a bottle of water.

"Very impressive, darling." She then turned to Emma, watching as she downed her bottle of water, her head thrown back, eyes closed, some water was dribbling down her chin and onto her long slender pale neck. She couldn't help but stare. Emma was a beautiful woman, even all sweaty like she was at this moment.

"Mom? Mom!? Mom!" Henry touched her shoulder which made her snap out of her thoughts. Emma and Henry were both staring at her now.

"Yes, sorry. What were you saying, sweetheart?"

"I told Emma that I'm off for spring break for the next couple of weeks so we wondered about having lessons in the morning if Abuelo can come? Or even just drop me off coz he doesn't have to stay if he is busy."

"But he can stay if he wants to!" Emma said quickly. "I mean until you trust me to be alone with Henry."

"I trust you, Emma. That sounds fine, but let me speak to my dad to see what he wants to do. But, Henry, I need you to please practice your violin too. Just because the concert was cancelled, doesn't mean you can slack off, okay? You have a lesson on Monday afternoon with Mrs Lucas. I don't want her going back to your dad about you not practising enough, honey."

"Mom, he doesn't even care. He hardly ever comes to see me play. Why can't I just stop playing?"

"Do you hate it that much?"

"Well, I don't mind it, but I'm just bored. I'd like to try a different instrument like the cello or trumpet," Henry looked hopefully at his mom.

"Well, your dad gets home in a few weeks so I will talk to him then. But in the meantime, if you want to carry on with your karate lessons, please just do this for me?"

"Sure, okay mom."

Emma felt a bit awkward like she was listening in on a private conversation between mother and son. She cleared her throat to remind them she was still there.

"So, Doc. Are you ready for some one-on-one self-defence lessons with a pro?"

"Cockiness will get you nowhere fast, Miss Swan," Regina said, standing up and walking towards where Emma and Henry had been doing their lesson earlier. She put her own swagger on, Emma watching her closely. Regina turned back to look at her. "Coming or not, Emma?"

"Coming." I wish, Emma thought.

She went to join Regina and then started showing her various self-defence moves. Finally, she taught her one that she knew worked very well if someone came at you from behind.

"Hey, have you seen the film "Miss Congeniality"? Emma asked.

"I have. "

"Do you remember the scene where Sandra Bullock teaches the audience a self-defence move called SING?"

"That's a real technique?" Regina seemed dubious.

"Yes. As well as being funny, it also is a pretty useful self-defence technique. First for what S.I.N.G. stands for is solar plexus (guts) instep (foot) nose (thing in the middle of your face)," Emma gestures dramatically, "and groin. Yes, hitting them in the family jewels will bring anyone down - male or female. So I'll show you the moves and then I'll grab you from behind and you try them out. But you have to put all your force behind it. Don't worry about me. I just need to know you can do it."

"Don't worry, I won't hold back. Okay, show me."

So they spent a good ten minutes going over the moves and Regina had managed to wind Emma on her third try.

"Oh my God, Emma. Are you ok!?" Regina asked as Emma clutched her stomach, but managed to stay standing.

"Yeah…... I'm…..good. That was…...good." Emma took a few moments to recover as she called a time out and went to sit on the bench.

"Woah, you got her, mom. Maybe we should all just go home now. I think you broke Emma for the day.

"Hey kid, what do you take me for?" Emma panted for a bit. "I'm…. just a good teacher. I taught...your mom...well. Really well."

"Are you sure you're alright, Emma? Perhaps we should all go back to our place. It's closer than yours. "

"Okay, but only because I'm hoping to get some of that cider. I think I deserve it."

"Fine, but only after you've had a shower. Do you have a change of clothes in your backpack?"

"Always. But I'm not the only sweaty one here." Emma held her nose dramatically.

"Watch it, Miss Swan, or I'll make you go back to your place."

With that, they all grabbed their things and headed back towards the Mills apartment.