A/N: Okay. Last chapter to my first psychological story, ever written lol it took a lot out of me, given that I had to go to a dark place to be able to write it. BUT, it is done and I am super happy with the result and it's shocking ending. Everyone strap in! I hope you didn't see this coming lol Happy reading as always, and thank you to all who's read all of my works. :)

"Come right in," Mary Margaret smiled, stepping aside to allow Emma and Regina entrance into their loft.

Emma and Regina explored their place with their eyes until they landed on David, who came into the living room with two already served drinks in each of his hands.

"So glad you could make it." David beamed, handing them each a served glass of wine. "I hope you like wine."

"Thank you." Regina took her glass.

"Thanks." As did Emma.

"Why don't we all sit?" Mary Margaret smiled, motioning toward the couch. She followed the two women and joined them, while David served two more glasses in the kitchen.

"It's a nice place you have here." Said Regina, looking around.

"Oh, yeah. Well, David and I certainly enjoy it."

Emma placed her glass on the coffee table before them. Her eyes looked at David as he joined them, taking a seat next to Mary Margaret.

Graham slammed Sean up against the wall. "Don't lie to me, Sean! Now, what did you do to that little boy?"

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Graham! I didn't kidnap no fucking kid!" Said Sean.

"You're lying!"

"I'm telling you the truth!" Sean yelled.

Graham couldn't contain himself, his hand rolled into a tight fist, which struck Sean right in the gut, forcing him to bend over in a coughing fit. "I suppose now you'll tell me that kidnapping those women was a lie too, huh? Like attacking Emma in your garage. Is that a lie, too?"

Sean shook his head, his hand on his stomach. "N- no. I already told you everything I know about that." He coughs. "I told you the truth about everything. And Emma," He breathes sharply. "Hey, she attacked me first, she came into my place-" He grunted, feeling Graham's hands grip tightly onto his uniform and place him against the wall again.

"Then tell me once and for all. Where is Henry?!" Graham barked.

"Who the fuck is Henry?!" Sean cried.

"Sheriff," an officer announced his presence, seeing Graham look over his shoulder until he released Sean to walk out of the cell. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's an FBI agent here to see you."

"FBI?" Graham's brow knits. He wonders in silence, what would the FBI want all the way out here? He looks back at Sean who plops on the cot inside the cell before he nods. "Fine. Send him in."

The officer leaves the room.

Regina's eyes are trained on a pair of toys neglected on the floor.

"Regina?"

Regina turns to her name being called, her eyes landing on David.

"Aren't you drinking your wine?" David asked.

"Of course," Regina smiles and stands, "But, um, I was wondering if I could use your bathroom for a moment."

"Oh, of course." Mary Margaret stood. "I'll show you-"

"No. I'll find it. Thank you." Regina nods and walks toward the hallway.

"Is she okay?" David whispers over to Emma.

"We're just still a little jumpy. You know, with everything that happened." Said Emma.

"Yeah, that's, that certainly was a surprise. Who would have ever thought that Gold-?" Said David.

"Shocking." Mary Margaret nodded. "I guess you never really know people."

"Good evening, gentleman." Graham smiled at the FBI agent and his companion who entered his office. The agent was a tall, handsome looking man with dark hair and blue eyes, while his companion wore a trench coat and glasses. His hair is curly and red. "Please, have a seat." He motioned toward his desk.

"Sheriff, Graham," the agent shook Graham's hand before sitting down, unbuttoning his coat. "I'm special agent Killian Jones, of the FBI."

"How do you do?" Graham smiled, taking a seat. "Well, I can't imagine how the whole murders inside this town reached the FBI's ears, but I'm glad you're here."

"Murders?" His brow knits, and his head turns to look at his companion, who clears his throat.

"Dear God," The red-headed man sighs, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. "They're here."

"They?" Graham leaned into his desk. "I'm sorry. Are you saying that you know who's behind all this?"

"I'm afraid you have an even bigger problem on your hands than you realize, Sheriff." Said Killian.

Regina turned off the water faucet, looking around for a hand towel to dry her hands with, not seeing a single one. Her brows knitted as she searched around the bathroom.

"You two have a kid?" Asked Emma, her eyes focused on the different toys scattered all over a corner of the room.

"Oh," Mary Margaret frowns and turns to David. "I thought you would put those away."

"I had." Said David, rushing over to the toys to pick them up.

"David and I are close to closing on an adoption." Mary Margaret grins. A grin Emma can't look away from, her hand clenched into a tight fist. "You see, we've always loved kids, but unfortunately we've never been able to have one of our own."

"That's right," Emma turns to David's voice that echoes inside of her head. "Only we want to avoid all that baby stuff and just go straight to taking care of a five year old."

One cabinet after another, Regina finds the one that stores all of the towels, reaching for the highest one, feeling her toes stretch out as far as they could reach. "Oh, come on." She grunted, attempting to stretch a little further.

"Five? Why five?" Emma frowns and stands to her feet when she hears a thump, followed by spotting a toy plane landing by David's feet.

David's brows knit as he attempts to reach for the plane. "Oh, I got it!" He said, being stopped by Emma as she stretched out her hand, reaching for the toy first.

Emma's lips pressed into a thin hard line. And as she rotated the plane upright, she saw one name engraved with black marker on the wing of that plane. Henry.

Regina pulls on a towel and feels something fall. "Shit," she muttered under her breath, bending down to pick up whatever had fallen. Her brows knitted, noticing a blue stuffed elephant with a spot of blood near its trunk. She would recognize this elephant anywhere. It was Henry's favorite. He always insisted on taking him on trips with him, just like his play. Refusing to sleep without it.

"Where are they now, Sheriff?" Asked Killian.

"Will one of you, please, explain to me what's going on here?" Graham shifts in his chair.

"Sheriff," The red-haired man speaks out, placing his glasses back against the bridge of his nose. "If I may. I'm Dr. Jim Hopper. I'm a psychiatrist. This is going to be a little hard for you to understand, but I'm going to need you to listen very closely."

Emma's eyes darkened with anger, her hand gripping tightly onto her son's plane. "It was you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" David looked at the plane on the blonde's hand. He began to back up toward where his wife was.

"What's going on, Emma?" Said Mary Margaret.

"You did it." Emma breathed.

"Did what?"

Emma brought the plane up a little and continued to walk toward them. Thunder clapped outside the loft windows, lighting up half of Emma's face while the other one remained hidden in the shadows. "You took my son." She muttered.

"Emma Swan and Regina Mills are my patients. At least they were until they were released." Said Hopper.

"Released?" Graham's brows knitted. "Released from where?"

"These two women were under my care in Spring Falls Psychiatric Hospital, in New York. They were under severe medicational treatment, they started going to therapy with me for a year, and they had gotten better."

Graham's mind swam with small flashes about his conversation with Regina.

"Have you and Emma… Ever considered it?"

"Therapy?" Regina nods once more. "Once. Sometimes it felt like it helped, others… We always felt…" Her voice trails off in thought.

"What did you feel?" Graham asked, seeing Regina shake her head.

"Like it didn't."

"Until one day, around three AM I received a very frantic call from Emma, going through a nervous breakdown." Said Hopper.

Jim was startled out of his sleep from his ringing phone by his bedside table. He grunted as he sat up, turning on his lamp and glancing down at his watch to check the time before answering the call. "Hopper." His voice was hoarse.

"Dr. Hopper," Emma breathed frantically, rain pouring and pounding from outside of the bathroom window. "It's happened again."

"Wha- slow down." Hopper shifted in his bed, more alert. "What's happened again, Emma? What's going on?"

"H- Henry. Henry's gone." She cries as she's pacing around the bathroom. "He's gone and we can't find him. I, I, I was with him. Regina, Regina and I were with him and we turned our backs for one minute and he's- he's gone."

"Emma-" He can hear her breathing worsen through the phone, her cries and pleads talking over him. "Emma, listen to me, okay? Both you and Regina are just going through another episode because of what happened. It's okay."

"No. No! It's not okay! We- we need to find him. We need to find our son." Emma's hand trembles as she's raking it across her hair in frustration and anguish.

"After that, they were gone. We couldn't find them anywhere, until we were tipped off that they were seen coming into this town."

"Wha-?" Graham made a choking sound as he stood from his desk and paced around the room for a minute before he stood still again. "Just a goddamn minute. Are you telling me that Emma and Regina… They are…?"

"They are delusional, Sheriff." Hopper finished. "They are two very sick women. Mentally ill."

Graham scoffs, his hands landing on his hips. "But that just can't be." He shakes his head. "No, it- it can't be true. They've sat right here with me-" he motions to them. "Right where you're sitting and we've had the most normal of conversations! They have been searching to the ends of the earth for their son!"

"Sheriff!" Hopper rose from his seat, glaring at him as thunder clapped outside the station. "Henry Mills died in a car wreck when he was just five years old about three years ago when they were coming back from a camping trip that had been ruined by the rain. Emma took her eyes off the road for one minute, searching for a roadmap in the backseat, while Regina was sleeping in the passenger seat next to her. His death was instant. Both never recovered from that." He paused, giving Graham a moment to process it. "Emma Swan and Regina Mills share what is known as a delusional psychotic episode, where they both believe Henry is still alive. Sometimes, one can get it more than the other. It's called Folie a Deux. They used to have episodes at the hospital, and when they were released they would have a couple of them at home. They can do daily things, just like a normal healthy-minded person. They would have moments in their home, where they would talk to Henry, play with him, cook breakfast for him. The worst it's ever gotten was that they took him to see a movie one day. Of course, I was lucky to have found them in time. No one was hurt, just spooked because obviously they were talking to thin air. Or rather, Henry's favorite stuffed animal, uh, a blue elephant, I believe."

Graham ran his hands through his already ruffled hair and collapsed on his desk.

"There are five stages to what they have, Sheriff. Five stages that they go through before they ultimately snap. Denial."

"Emma, do you really think we'll find him?" Regina asked her wife, tears falling from her eyes that she was quick to wipe away.

"Yes," Emma nodded, holding Regina in her arms. "We'll find him. Henry will be fine. I promise."

Graham watched them over his shoulder, seeing them locked in their hug.

"Anger."

"We possibly lost Henry, but I am not about to lose you, too." Emma's lips brushed against Regina's, and she felt the brunette's hands land against her chest.

Regina pushed her so hard able to jerk Emma back, and her hand swung in the air until her palm struck her her against her cheek. Hard. If there was anything that angered Regina more than someone else being interested in her wife, was for people- including Emma- to believe that their son was dead. "Don't say that!" She shouted. "Henry is not dead!" She hissed this time.

Eugenia's eyes tilted upward toward her roof, hearing the shouts all the way from downstairs and shook her head.

"Bargaining."

"We have to do something, Emma." Regina's voice rang softly, taking over the silence within the room. "We have to take matters into our own accord. The Sheriff isn't doing anything to help us. No one is. And I don't think I could stand being here another day. Without Henry. We have to do something."

"Then comes blame."

Emma slammed him up against the car as Sean tried to loosen from her strong grip. "Tell me what you know about my son! Does Gold have him? Do you?!"

Sean's eyes bulge out of his head as he's hearing all of this from inside of his cell. He could clearly remember the crazy, apart from angered glare in Emma's eyes that day in his garage.

"Then it all ends in depression." Hopper continued to explain. "Of course, that's followed by several actions, in their state of mind. To the naked eye, like yourself." He motions to Graham, who is in a state of shock. "They can seem quite normal. They could manipulate you and lie, earn your trust."

Graham's lips part.

"We understand your frustration, Sheriff." Said Regina. "But, I can speak for my wife. You can ask at the bed and breakfast, we were in our room all night last night. Emma didn't kill anyone."

"And what were you doing out in the woods alone at that time of night?" Graham caught Regina's gaze glare up at him and away from the coffee.

"What else would I be doing, Sheriff, if it's not looking for my son?"

Killian's clearing of the throat disrupted Graham's thoughts. "Sheriff, it's important that you know that they have a tendency to see and hear things that aren't even happening. It's a way for their mind to cope with them harming people."

"You see!" Sean's voice made them all turn his way. "I told you I had seen Emma with Smee that night! She killed him! I saw her. I told you I saw how she had bashed his head in with a rock. And when I followed her. That was even worse."

Emma tossed the rock into the ocean as far as she could muster. With a grunt, she clutched onto Smee's dirty and rotted coat, dragging his body until she placed him inside of her bug, and drove into the mines.

Sean followed her, hiding nearby and saw how easily Emma ripped off the yellow caution tape before dragging Smee's corpse all the way to the edge of the hole. Her foot gently pushing him off, seeing his body tumble and hearing it land with a hard echoing thud before walking away.

"Sheriff!" A deputy runs inside, holding a paper in his hand. "I just got back a DNA sample on that knife that was used to kill Ruby Lucas."

"And?" Graham stood.

"Regina Mills."

Ruby panted, running along the woods, her face glistening with sweat. She stopped to perform one of her many routined stretches when she heard a snap that made her stand straight up. "Hello?" She called out, hearing nothing but the chirping of crickets.

Regina stood before Ruby, causing her to fall back first on the ground, frightening her as she had turned.

"Regina!" Ruby breathed with a gasp. "You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing out here?"

Ruby shrieked upon feeling Regina's hand cup her mouth, slamming her hard against the tree trunk and punching a knife right into her heart time and time again until she could feel it stop beating.

"Gather them all up, and head to the bed and breakfast, now!" Graham rushed out, along with Killian and doctor Hopper.

Regina's hand loosened as it dropped a bloodied kitchen knife, which she had just used to stab David multiple times with, staring down at his bloodied body on the kitchen floor. With specks of blood, and coating her hand she walked into the living room, where Emma was towering over Mary Margaret's dead corpse, pulling out the broken sharp end of the wine bottle from her throat.

Emma stood up right, her white sweater and jacket now stained with blood, along with her neck and part of her face. A lost look in her eyes as she stared at Regina's outstretched bloodied hand before accepting it within her own.

Regina looked down at Henry's stuffed elephant, bloodier than usual as it was stained from her bloodied hand, and smiled at her wife. "Let's go home."

Emma's bloody fingers laced with Regina's as they walked out, all the way to their yellow bug, strapped into their seatbelts and drove off.

Graham and a few of his deputies, along with Hopper and Killian came bursting into the room at the bed and breakfast, seeing only their suitcases left behind. "Where did they go?"

"Sheriff!" Another deputy ran inside, panting for a breath. "You better come quick. There's been a massacre at the Nolan's place. There's blood everywhere."

"Ten bottles of beer on the wall… Ten bottles of beer…" A tape recorder with Henry's voice, which Regina always kept hidden in the back seat of their car played along. Their son's voice filling the car. Both Emma and Regina smiled.

They had memorized that recording as if it were a bible passage.

"Take one down, pass it around, nineteen bottles of beer on the wall."

"You really had to teach him that song?" Asked Regina with a smile toward her wife. A smile Emma could never look away from. Not anymore.

"He wanted to learn it." Emma shrugged, smiling back and speaking over her already recorded voice.

Regina glanced down at Emma's hand which rested against the shift lever and took it. Not thinking twice about it anymore. Their fingers laced once again as they shared a smile and sang along to their son's voice.