Here is chapter 4, it's a little bit longer than the other chapters. They will all vary now and then :) Happy Reading!
Chapter 4
She was utterly pissed. Frustrated was an understatement. Her card had just been cut so abruptly. The days we're getting worse for Regina Mills.
"Well, Ms Mills, your balance is 15,254 dollars and 67 cents."
"That's absurd. I use that card specifically for gas." She spat out.
"I'm seeing 4,000 dollars worth of products at Water Sports, Florida, ma'am."
"I'll stop you there, as I've never been to such a place. I don't leave the city!" The brunettes grip tightened on the wheel.
Sirens broke the woman's train of thought, signalling for her to pull over.
"This is unbelievable." She mumbled, hanging up the phone in distress.
Seated in her car, looking at the mirror she sees two cops, approaching her car.
"Step out of the vehicle, Miss Mills." The man, waves his hand towards him.
"Gentlemen, this must be some sort of mistake." She begins.
"Get out of the vehicle, ma'am."
"Alright, I'm getting out." She hurried out of the vehicle, shutting the fort behind her, her hands raised.
"Miss Mills, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent." He states, as his partner takes her by the arm and handcuffs her behind her back.
"Excuse me?! Do you know who I am?" Her eyebrows raise, as she struggles out of the officers arms.
"Anything you say can and will be used against you in the Court of law."
Finally giving in, she stood in silence, as she was handcuffed and taken to the nearby police car. There has to be something wrong here. She thinks to herself.
"The officer who pulled you over, ran your license through the system. You were booked for felony assault two weeks ago in Florida." A man sitting at his desk began, by the name of Jefferson. Her eyes admired his name plaque on the desk.
Looking up to meet his eyes, she spoke.
"You're sorely mistaken. I've never been to Florida." The brunette explains, to the man.
"You've never been to Florida?"
"No. This morning I ran through a few calls with my agent. There is someone with my same name that is clearly booking a ridiculous amount of things with my credit card." Becoming slightly frustrated, she took her time and relaxed.
"Are you Regina Barbara Mills, born February 1st 1984?" He reads from a piece of paper in his hand.
"That's me. That's correct."
"So it's you then-"
"I'm in the state. How can I possibly be anywhere else, when I'm sitting here with you?" The brunette bit out at the detective. Causing him to rethink his words.
Ruffling through a document, that could only be Regina's, he pulls out a picture. His features soften, as he looks towards the guard standing at the door.
"Okay. Uncuff her." Looking up to meet with chocolate brown eyes.
"Ah, that's great." She rubs her wrists, adjusting to the new freedom. "Can I see the photo?" Asking politely, he hands her the picture to inspect.
"Oh." Her brown furrow at the sight of the woman plastered on a paper with her information. "Is that the woman who's behind all this?" She questions.
"If I had to guess, ma'am. That's the woman who stole your identity."
"Oh god." She breathes out. The woman in the picture. Her makeup was a mess. Her hair too. Her cheek bones, sculpted to perfection. She wasn't unattractive, that's for sure.
"So if I'm understanding you correctly. She's committed credit card fraud?" Regina's eyes meet his, as she still can't find the strength to let go of the paper.
"Oh ma'am. It's a lot worse than that. She has your name, your birthday and all of your information. She can run up debt, do criminal acts but as you."
"Are you going to go and find her? Stop all of this nonsense? It's clearly having an effect of my life. I can't have this burdening my son in the process, officer." Her voice, sounds so close to a cry for help.
"It's not an easy task. It may take a while."
They both walk out of the office, towards the Main door of the station.
"How long are you insinuating?"
"Six months, or a year at most." The brunettes features harden.
"I'm sorry, but I need this solved immediately. Does it look like I have all the time in the world?" Her voice gradually getting louder.
"We'll be in touch with you, Regina." He walks off back to his office leaving her with a picture of a black and white photo of the punk who is ruining her ever so slowly.
"Wait." She gives in, and calls out to the officer. Causing him to turn at her command.
"I know where she's going to be. Tomorrow afternoon. If I tell you, can't you and your department complete the case?" Her voice full of hope.
"It won't work. She would have to be standing right here to do you any good. We need her to confess." The man explains. She bites her tongue, for what she's about to say.
"What if I bring her here?" She blurts out.
"I'm listening."
"What if i bring her here, and she gives you a full statement. And confesses. Would that do it justice?" This was the worst idea she's thought of, but when times are rough, you have to do it the hard way.
"Fine. That would work if done correctly. You have one week." He points out.
"That's perfect. Thank you." She smiled, hurrying out of the station, to her car.
Regina was going to pick this woman apart when she found her.
Regina's dear friend. Well. Sister. Helping her pack all of her clothes in a suitcase, as she prepared her flights and money for the trip ahead.
"Alright. I have the money, and plane ticket prepared." Sitting down on the bed, placing a small amount of money in her bra. Just in case of an emergency.
"Are you really up for this? I didn't actually think you'd be this stupid." Stuffing trousers in the empty spaces of the bag.
"Don't do this, Zelena. I asked if you thought this was the right thing to do. You agreed. Now I'll just have to suffer the consequences."
"Let me see the picture again."
Grabbing it from her trouser pocket, opening it to the picture of the drunken thief.
"I only agreed because the woman looks smoking." A chuckled filled the brunettes ears.
"Zelena. This isn't a vacation. It's problem that's having to be fixed." Stuffing the photo back into her pocket. "Take care of Henry, please." Glaring at the redhead.
"Yes yes, now hurry up. Before I tell Henry that he may have a new mother by the end of this week." Strutting out of the room.
"That's unbelievable." Regina mumbled, zipping her suitcase shut.
After several hours on the plane. Regina officially landed in Florida. That was the easy part.
The hardest part was sitting in her car for an hour, waiting for the 'mystery' thief to turn up to her appointment.
Suddenly her eyes caught sight of the blonde from across entrance. Her golden locks just below her shoulders, curled to perfection. Her muscles were outlined by the woman's tank top. The tight jeans she wore outlined every curve. She was, drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
This wouldn't get in the way of possibly tackling this criminal down. The brunette snapped out of her haze and buckled up, as she watched the blonde enter a yellow vehicle.
Tracking behind the yellow bug, the brunettes Mercedes, kept a small distance away. Just enough to not be seen as suspicious towards the blonde.
The blonde however, noticed in her mirror that there was a car trailing her form behind. Slowly pressing down harder on her gas, to move away.
Regina followed the same action, and sped up from behind.
A screech was heard from in front of the brunette as the yellow car had come to a sudden stop.
Bang.
The Mercedes had gone straight into the back of the yellow bug.
The blonde smirked from her seat, and opened the car door. Falling to the ground, cupping her neck, groaning in pain.
"Oh god, I think I taste blood." She hissed, attempting to stand up.
Regina immediately stepped out of her vehicle, and walked up the the blonde hunched over the car.
"You've got an injury, hm?" She didn't believe this one bit. She was a thief and a liar?
"Yeah, my neck. It really hurts." Wincing as she pointed to the 'pain'.
"I'm sorry about that. I didn't quite expect you to come to a full stop in the middle of a highway." She pursed her lips.
"A momma badger and babies crossed the road, gotta show kindness in the world somehow, am I right?" The blonde smiled faintly. Catching the beauty of the brunette standing in front of her. In a pantsuit. Her type.
"Hm. Well, this is my fault. Why don't you hand me your license, so we can swap information?" Regina placed a hand on the woman's arm.
"That's real unfortunate for you ma'am. I hate to tell you, but that's a custom paint job.." the blonde added, handing over her license. Only adding fuel to the fire, Regina thought.
She took the piece of ID. There it was. Her name in silver printed along the the bottoms. Along with her information.
"You know what, I don't mind you just doing cash." The blonde generously spoke.
"Oh, absolutely. Regina Barbara Mills?" Her eyes meeting emerald green ones.
"Yep."
"Barbara. That's quite a rare name."
"Well, it's a family name, y'know?"
"Is that so?" Regina tried to act as sweet as possible. Not wanting to lose the blonde.
"Yeah, quite the big family I have at home. I love them a ton." The blonde adds.
Regina's jaw hardens. She moves closer towards the blonde and pulls out her license from her own purse.
"Here's my license, with my name. Regina Barbara Mills." The brunette purses out.
The blondes eyes widen, as her eyes meet dark ones glaring back at her. She slaps the brunettes card to the floor, distracting her for a moment.
Running towards Regina's car, she jumps inside, and reverses away, and drives off.
Regina's eyes widened at the sight, and is unable to do anything as the blonde drives away with her car. Crap!
Searching in the yellow bug she found papers on the car, labelling an address..
Meanwhile, in a small house in Florida. The blonde dumps a suitcase onto the couch.
"Let's see what you have in here, Regina." Humming, and opening the suitcase to find all sorts of business suits and skirts, heels and sprays.
Outside
An anxious Regina shuts the door of a taxi, and is now standing outside of a house. Presumably the woman who had just taken everything she has.
Strutting down the side path leading to the backyard, she opens a gate leading to the back door of the house. Perfect.
Looking into the blondes window, she watches as the woman takes out her perfume and begins to spray herself and ruffle through her things.
"What the hell are you doing?" Regina yells at the blonde in the middle of the living room.
"Shit!" The blonde gasps, dropping the perfume on the floor.
"We are going to have a conversation. Do you understand? We can choose the easy route. Or the hard route. Yes?" Regina bites out sternly.
"Well, uh. I'd prefer the easy way.." The blonde sluggishly answers. Shrugging her shoulders at the woman.
"Perfect. Give me your wrists, dear." The brunette pulls out handcuffs from her back pocket.
"Listen, we can just talk instead, yeah?" The blonde laughed nervously, slowly backing away. Before spinning on her heel and headed for the door.
Regina raced after her, and landed on top of the woman who struggled beneath her.
"Get off of me!" She yelled, trying to push Regina off of her.
"Stop fighting it, lay still!" She yelled over the blonde.
"Damn right I will!" She growled, still attempting to wiggle out. "You like it rough, huh?!" Pushing the brunettes arms away.
"Enough!" Regina yelled. The vein in her forehead looked as if it were about to burst. She had pinned down the blonde with her wrists on the ground either side of her head.
"This is so wrong. I'm gonna sue you." The blonde grouched out.
"You're going to sue me? That's rich. Coming from a dirty thief like yourself." She got up off of the blonde, and stood up, looking around the house. Cards of victims were bundled in piles.
"What are these? You're next victims?" She breathed out. The blonde getting up from the floor.
"Put my shit down." The woman whined.
"What's your name? Hm?" Regina pushed.
"Michelle." The blonde lied.
"Michelle?"
"Emma! Open the damn door!"
Both woman froze in their places, looking to where the voice came from.
"Who on earth is that?" Regina hissed to the blonde, who was now shoving clothes in a bag.
"Just changing my clothes! I'll be right out!" She replied to the voice on the other side of the door.
"Don't lie to me! Those credit cards you sold us were shit!" The inaudible voice spoke once more.
"It's fine, I'll explain it later, I swear! I'll be there now!" She yelled back.
BANG!
The sound of a gunshot dominated the entire house. Emma grabbed Regina by the arm, pulling her outside to the Mercedes she drove home.
Regina got into the drivers seat, while Emma took out her pocket knife, puncturing holes in the uninvited visitors car.
Jumping back into the car that was about to take off..
"Let's go, go!" Emma yelled.
Regina took off, both woman driving away from what seemed to be a situation both of them could've died in.
That's all for chapter 4! I hope you're enjoying the story, any feedback would be great to hear!
Chapter 5 - The getaway
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