VERY SHORT, VERY SIMPLE. Needed to de-stress after so many weeks of non-stop law essays.

SUBMITTED as of 17/01 so been trying to write as much as I can, but I am mentally exhausted so.

This chapter idea came from a prompt picture I received, it took a while, but I hope to update a couple more times before I start semester 2.


June 1st 2017

The rest of the week had been quiet. Emma had gone back to work on Monday, telling Gina she would only be performing light duties and for once, she was not pretending. She caught up on paperwork, making sure that it was done for all the staff at the station. That took her to the end of Tuesday. On Wednesday she worked out scheduling for the station, having asked the team on Monday if they had any upcoming vacation plans for the next six months so she could schedule around them. That took her to midday Wednesday. For the rest of the day she tidied the station, booked the cruisers in for checks and did some more research for before they met the wedding planner that week.

At the end of the day she went to the store, picking up groceries to cook a dinner for Regina and Henry that evening. She had cooked and sat and waited, Henry eating in his room while he studied, the curry cold by the time Regina returned, apologising profusely for a dinner meeting that had run over, explaining she'd left her phone at the office and so was unable to call to explain. Though annoyed, Emma had kissed her fiancé, leaving her to reheated curry as she went upstairs to shower.

The next day, Emma was bored at the station. She had done every conceivable menial task that needed doing, and the only thing left was chasing the petty criminals around the town, a task that, even if she had not promised Regina she wouldn't, her father would not allow her to do. She decided she would invite Regina to lunch at the station, knowing she would be too busy to leave the office, using it as an excuse to get out of the cramped work space for a while.

She was right. After an invitation to join her for lunch, stating they would order in was met with a quick 'can't, busy', she called in her order at the new restaurant in town, making sure one of the new-ish recruits from Camelot was in to cover lunch time before going to pick up her order. She called Regina's assistant who informed her that Mayor Mills was busy, but her next meeting had been cancelled, and so if she didn't mind waiting a little, she could attend the office.

She got there a little after one, and Regina was supposed to be free until 1:30, so she made her way to her fiancée's office, planning to eat a quick lunch and then leave her to it. She knocked, wincing as she received a barked 'I'm busy!' debating whether to just drop the food off and go. Risking the wrath of angry Mayor she opened the door, poking her head in the little gap, smiling carefully at the brunette who was looking down at her paperwork.

"What part of I do not wish to be disturbed do you not…"

"Gina…"

"Emma?" She glanced up at the sound of her name and not her title, seeing the blonde stood in the doorway of the half open door. "What are you doing here? I told you, I am too busy, I have a meeting in twenty minutes and I have all this paperwork…" The blonde frowned and stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her.

Regina sighed, glancing back down at her paperwork before looking back at her partner. "I'm sorry, I just have a lot to get done, especially if I'm going to be taking time off for the wedding. I have to go through these new grant proposals, the board needs a decision by the end of the day. I need you to just… go…" Emma nodded, flashing a steely smile at the mayor as she placed the restaurant take-out on a small space on the desk.

"That's fine. I just bought you sushi for lunch, cos you still need to eat… I'm going to go back to the station. Text me when you're coming home, and I'll order pizza. Don't worry, I know it will be late." She received a curt nod and the blonde sighed, stepping around the desk to kiss her goodbye. Regina tilted her head up but only offered her cheek, trying to hold back from grabbing the blonde and kissing her like she wanted to. She noticed the crestfallen look on the sheriff's face as she turned away and the guilt gnawing at her stomach grew.

Without another word the blonde turned and walked out, heading back to the station. She kept checking her phone every few minutes to see if Regina had text her, being disappointed every time. After an hour of sitting at her desk and pouting, working on some new poetry a call came through on the emergency phone. Emma answered it and looked around, the office was empty; the team were either out on their own calls or doing whatever, so she had to deal with it herself.

She scribbled a quick note to whoever would be at the station first and grabbed her gun and jacket, making her way to the new organic grocer where an alleged armed robber was holding up the store. She arrived quickly, sirens blaring and was out of her car and into the store as first response. There was a man Emma did not recognise, with a gun aimed at the shopkeeper. The rest of the store was empty, bar a teenager in the corner who seemed to be filming the whole thing. As soon as Emma burst through the door, the gun was turned to her, the gun in her own hands seemingly not deterring him from pointing the gun at the officer who also happened to be the daughter of the sheriff and the future wife of the mayor. When he showed no signs of backing down, she placed her gun on the floor and raised her hands, taking small, slow steps towards the assailant. She was talking to him, calmly and slowly, utilising the skills she had learned from the hostage training she had received the year before, and he seemed to be responding well, lowering his weapon.

That was until a loud noise outside spooked him and he raised his gun again, aiming straight for Emma's chest. With a sigh she clenched her fists and released, magic sparking from her hands as she threw his gun across the room. After that it was easy to subdue him, he was in handcuffs and back at the station within half an hour. Emma left the paperwork for the night team and went home early, unwilling or unable to stay at work. She had ordered a pizza, asking for delivery around 6, knowing Regina likely would not be home before then. She chose a movie, and changed into hers of the onesie pair that Henry had got them for Mother's Day two weeks earlier. She left Regina's bunny onesie on her side of the bed and went downstairs, her hood pulled up so she looked like a bear before settling onto the sofa with her laptop, watching Netflix while she waited for her fiancée to get home.

She didn't realise she had fallen asleep until she was woken by a beautiful brunette poking her gently. Regina was wearing her onesie, her face had been cleansed of makeup and she was wearing an apologetic smile. The pizza and a bottle of soda sat on the table, next to Regina's glass of wine and the curtains had been drawn.

"Gina, when did you get home?" She clicked on her laptop which had fallen asleep and noticed it was a little before six.

"About half an hour ago… I wanted to apologise for the way I spoke to you earlier. I was out of line, I understand that. Work has been particularly difficult lately…" Emma raised her brow as she thought back to be ing at the barrel end of a gun not four hours earlier and Regina sighed. "I know, it's no excuse but I just wanted to tell you that I know you did not deserve to be spoken to that way, and I am sorry." Emma nodded and closed her laptop, placing it on the table as she grabbed a slice of the stuffed crust BBQ meat feast, inhaling it in about 5 bites. She had picked up another slice and was halfway through it before Regina had even picked up her first piece. When she did, Emma cringed. The brunette usually ordered a thin crust with low fat cheese, grilled chicken, spinach and olives as toppings and a garlic and herb oil, and they got half and half of a large pizza.

"I swear Gina, if any of that green shit touches my food I will throw the whole thing out and make you cook." She was smiling, trying to lighten the tense mood and it worked, Regina beamed at her fiancée and settled back on the sofa, eating her first slice before she spoke again.

"I noticed you picked a movie. I'm assuming you want me to make some popcorn?" Emma shook her head, watching the woman with a warm smile.

"No. I just want to cuddle up with my fiancée and watch a movie. Is that ok or do you have some more work to do?"

"I'm all yours my love."

When the pizza was finished with, it was about half an hour through 'A Dog's Purpose', and Emma was sitting with her head on Regina's shoulder. All the emotion of the day was making her more tired than she expected so she moved, laying her head on Regina's lap as she got comfy again. Regina shifted so Emma could get comfy, and slipped the blonde's hood down, beginning to run her fingers through her hair. Emma hummed, content, taking hold of the other hand that was resting on her abdomen, every so often making circles on her stomach. The movie was nearing its end, and Emma was dozing when Regina reached forward to pick up her phone from the table in front of them.

"I thought you were done with work."

"I am sweetheart, I'm just adding an out of office notification." Emma nodded, enjoying the feeling of her fiancée's fingers running through her hair. She heard the beeps of Regina typing and turned her head back to the movie, quickly getting absorbed again, so much so that she didn't notice Regina's fingers stilling in her hair.

"Emma..?"

"Yeah baby?" Emma spoke distractedly, still engrossed in watching Bailey find his way back to the farm.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Emma frowned, but didn't look up at the brunette,

"Yeah baby?" Emma distractedly, absorbed in the movie.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The blonde thought back. She hadn't left any mess anywhere, hadn't forgotten to pick her clothes up, Henry was with Gold and Belle, helping them in the shop, so she hadn't forgotten to pick him up.

"No, I don't think so..?" It was more her own question than an answer to Regina's, but she could not think of anything that she had done that would make Regina mad.

"Why is there a video online, dated today, of someone pointing a gun at you?"


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