A/N: Here is the first chapter to my ff based on the first Lethal Weapon film. I will be changing a few things, as well as adding some scenes of my own in this one, but I will also try to stay as close to the film as much as possible. I wasn't sure about this one at first, but as I was writing it, it all seemed like too much fun not to continue lol. Let's see what you all think. :)

WARNING: If you've seen the films, you'll know that this first chapter will include drug use and an attempt suicide. If it is too much for you, please feel free to skip.

A blonde woman laid in bed in the penthouse of a building in New York. She had been given exactly what was making her smile in that moment. The only thing that made her smile. Drugs. Her thin silk robe was opened as she laid in bed, her breasts and underwear exposed for all to see. Her smile grew wider as her stare remained lost. She made her way out of the circular bed, walking towards the glass coffee table that was in the middle of the living area. She kneeled down, her head nearing the glass table as she inhaled in some of the white powder that was spread across the cold glass. Soon, she was outside on the small balcony of the penthouse. Her blonde hair and silk robe flapping in the wind as she looked down at the cars driving by down on the streets. Honestly, not knowing what was what in that moment. She climbed up onto the ledge as her smile only grew. Only she knew what she was thinking in that precise moment. She held on to the edge of the building as she leaned down to get a better look at the car that was parked up front of the building she was in. Then, in the blink of an eye…

She jumped.

Her body began falling with all the speed the fall could provide. A loud crashing sound was heard as her body then landed on its back, right on top of the car that had been parked up front. The same car she had been glancing down at. The rooftop had developed a huge dent as her body landed straight on to it, causing the windshield to break in a million cracks as her head landed right on it. Her body lying dead on the scene. Eyes opened and all.

Regina laid back in her tub at home early that morning as she enjoyed a hot, relaxing birthday bath before heading in to work at the N.Y.P.D.

Truthfully, she wanted to treat this day like any other day. Because, truthfully, there was nothing exciting about turning 40 today. So, this in fact was any other ordinary day.

"Happy Birthday!" a 13 year old Henry shouted as he barged into the bathroom, (as the door was heard slamming against the wall) holding a small cupcake with a single candle on lid up. His eyes tightly shut, of course, given that he didn't want to see his mother naked as the day she was born.

Regina smiled and appreciated the loving gesture from her son as he walked towards her, "Be careful, dear." she told him. "This is a lovely surprise."

She meant it too. As much as she hated the idea of getting older, and she expected to be reminded of it a lot while at work- she loved this small surprises from the only man in her life that truly mattered anything to her. Apart from her father.

"Blow out the candle. Make a wish." said Henry, keeping his eyes shut, even though Regina's body was surrounded by a mountain of bubbles.

Regina leaned in towards the small cupcake, blowing out the candle with a quick puff of air, followed by clapping from Henry as he sat the cupcake down on top of the bathroom sink. He leaned down, placing a kiss a quick kiss to his mother's cheek.

"How do you feel, mom?" he asked.

"Not a day older." Regina smiled at him.

Henry smiled, "Good, because you don't even look like you're 40."

Regina's smile slowly faded at the reminder of her age, "Why don't you wait for me downstairs? I'll be right down, dear." she turned away as she released a big sigh as Henry walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She was 40. Not 35, not 38… 40.

Time does fly.

Seagulls were heard crying as a dalmatian ran back from the sandy beach on his own. His tongue sticking out as he ran across a single road, followed by more sand and a small trailer park that was across said beach. The canine made his way into the first (and only) trailer that had it's door fully opened, as he jumped his way inside it. An old looking yellow bug was parked right beside it.

The tv sounded as commercials played out, while Emma's eyes opened up from yet another sleepless night. The blonde coughed as a cigarette in her mouth had remained lid as it was almost finished. She sat up from her bed, her naked body unwrapping itself from the bed covers as she ran her hands through her blonde hair. Her green eyes looking up at the what was playing on her tv as they went right to Pongo who stared at her in silence as he sat next to the door entry.

She made her way out of bed as her body tumbled off to the side a little. It had been a long, sleepless and drunken night. One of many for her, really.

She grabbed a piece of leftover food she had eaten the previous night as she tossed it over for Pongo to eat. Which he did almost immediately. Pongo was her one and only companion, had been for years, so he was well taken care of. Truthfully, she took better care of Pongo than she did herself. Life didn't have much sense for the blonde now a days. Not after the tragedy she went through years ago.

Emma walked over to her fridge, which wasn't that far of a distance from her bed, given that she did live in a small trailer, as she took out a cold beer as the cap was heard being twisted off and thrown off somewhere inside the small room. She headed into the bathroom, still bare naked, given that no one dared to mess with her since she was a cop, and she was technically inside her own home. She wasn't offending or bothering anyone at all, really.

She inhaled the last bit of the cigarette she had woken up with, followed by a big drink from her beer bottle she held in her hand as she glanced over at the television set. A movie was now playing after all the commercials, and people were laughing and in love and kissing before the blonde's very eyes. She was in no mood to deal with any lovey dovey scenes this morning. Not when she had to be up early, and soon ready for work. She turned her back on the movie that was playing, choosing to ignore it, only it was much more of a difficult task as she turned right back to the television set, as a loud crashing sound was heard.

She had thrown her beer bottle right into the television screen, breaking it in an instant of rage that the blonde was suddenly filled up with. Her eyes focused on the smoke that was now coming out of her tv as she then felt bad, looking down over at her dalmatian as the canine looked right up at her.

"I'll buy you a new one." Emma told her faithful companion. And, she would. She wouldn't leave her beloved pooch without the soothing sounds of the television playing for him while she was at work.

Regina walked down the stairs, all dressed up in her power suite, well pressed black pants, white buttoned up shirt followed by a black suit jacket on top. Her ruby red lipstick and the rest of her makeup done to a key. Her eyebrow raised as she witnessed her son setting up a plate of eggs accompanied with spinach on the table.

"You cooked?" she asked, her tone full of surprise.

"I'm 13. Besides, it's your birthday." replied Henry as Regina served herself some coffee, taking her place at the table as she was soon joined by Henry.

"Hey, mom, do you know anyone by the name of Robert Midas?" Henry asked.

Regina's brows furrowed at the mention of the name, "Robert Midas?" her feature relaxed as soon as she realized no other than Kathryn's father had called, "Robert Midas! What did he want?" she asked her son.

"Your office called. They said he's been trying to reach you." replied Henry.

"Robert Midas… I haven't talked to him in years." said Regina as she took a sip of her coffee.

"How come I've never heard of him? Is he an old friend?"

"That's exactly who he is." Regina nodded, enjoying the rest of her breakfast in the company of her son before she left for work.

Officer needs help. All units, 14 and 35. Shooting in progress. Three down. 14 and 35, handle code three.

Emma threw her cigarette out of her car window as she drove on, listening to the call as she soon picked up her walkie as she placed it over her lips, "14, 3, 2. En route to the sniper call." she stuck her hand out of her window, sticking her siren on top of the roof of her yellow bug as it sounded off, while the blonde sped at said location.

It didn't take her long to arrive to her location, hearing other fellow cops shouting for everyone to take cover, as Emma walked over, making her way up some stairs and through some fences of the school, as shots were heard being fired in the distance, along with people screaming near the school patio as they took cover in the best way possible.

"What do you got here?" asked Emma, stopping in front of another officer.

"Sniper, ma'am." replied the officer, "Shooting kids. One officer is down. The guy's a nightmare, ma'am. He's still inside, we can't get to him."

"You got SWAT team coming in?" asked Emma.

"No ETA."

"Yeah? Well, I'll see you around." Emma walked away, but stopped on her tracks as she saw a fellow officer running past her with a small child in his arms, followed by a lady screaming in panic.

A cop shook his head at the horrific scene, "Can you believe this? 9 years old."

Emma turned to face him as she took her carton of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket, putting one in her mouth as she spoke, "Nine? How good of shot is this guy?"

"What do you mean?" asked the cop as Emma walked up to him, now interested in the case.

"Does he shoot at random? Does he shoot specific kids? What?" she asked, now feeling pissed by the fact that some lunatic was shooting a kids of such a young age.

"He shot at random." replied the officer.

"And the weapon?"

"Automatic and loud."

"Did he take hostages or anything like that up there?" asked Emma, as she walked towards the stairs that lead into the patio with the fellow officer.

"Not that we know of." the officer replied, his eyes shifting towards the blonde as she began to remove her red leather jacket.

"Okay." Emma began making her way towards the stairs as she tossed her jacket on the ground, not caring at all about her safety.

"Where are you going? Swan!" asked a fellow officer, shocked that the blonde only kept making her way up the stairs as she took her weapon out of her holster, preparing it to fire if she needed to. "Swan. Get the hell back here."

Emma kept making her way up the stairs, even as a another office that was lying by the same stairs gripped on to her jeans, trying her best to stop her from going any further, "Get down. You're in the line of fire. Get down." she told her. But, it was useless as Emma kept on walking until she reached the patio area.

"Are you crazy, Swan?!" a shout was heard from another cop.

Emma was known to be reckless even in her job as detective. She's been that way, ever since her daughter had been killed many years ago. She honestly didn't care if she died. It was better for her if she did. In fact, she wished for death many times before.

"Get out of there, Swan! He's going to shoot you." a voice shouted.

Emma walked underneath some monkey bars, her eyes never leaving the window where she knew the sniper would be shooting from, "Hello, Mr. Sniper, sir." she called out.

Shots were heard as the crazy sniper fired four shots towards the blonde. Every single shot missing her as the bullets were heard hitting the metal of the monkey bars, and the pavement close to her boots. Those four bullets hit everywhere, but at Emma herself. Scariest part is, Emma didn't even flinch nor ducked at the sight of those bullets. She just kept on walking forward, aiming her gun towards the window as she pulled the hammer back on her Beretta 92FS.

"I'm still here asshole." she challenged the sniper, "Or do you only do kids?"

"Shut up!" shouted the sniper as he fired a shot, which had missed her. To his disappointment, Emma fired all her rounds towards him as soon as he poked out of his hiding spot from the window, killing him instantly in a matter of seconds.

Emma's eyes didn't move from the sniper's spot at the window as she changed her clip, placing her gun back in its holster, as her body finally relaxed. She was one crazy cop, but she was damn good.

"Let's go! Move! Move" an officer instructed the rest as they held out their guns in aim, in case Emma was shot.

They all ran towards the patio, one cop in particular looking right at Emma as the blonde began walking away from the very same patio.

"You are one psycho bitch, Swan. But, you're good."

Regina parked her Mercedes near the crime scene she had reported too. She finally called back Mr. Midas and had found out who the suicide victim was.

"Happy birthday, Mills." a fellow officer greeted the brunette as she made her way out of her car.

"What do we have?" asked Regina, ignoring her happy birthday from him.

"Oh, we have a hooker." the officer pointed towards a young woman, who was handcuffed by another fellow officer.

"No, it's Dixie." said the woman, as her eyes fell on the brunette, "Would you please tell these bozos to lay off?"

"You bozos, lay off." Regina instructed the officers as she humored the younger girl.

"Had a jumper here last night. She saw it happen." an officer replied.

"Get her statement, send her home." ordered the brunette.

The younger woman smiled as she was taken off her handcuffs and walked over to a patrol car, "Thanks. I'm beat. You know how it is."

Regina smiled her best sarcastic smile at the younger woman, "Yeah, sure. All dressed up, and no one to blow."

"You're hilarious!" the younger woman gave the brunette her middle finger as she made her way into the patrol car.

Regina followed a fellow detective as her eyes took in the crime scene.

"The jumper's name is Kathryn Midas. Age 35. Prostitute. One arrest, no convictions. Born in Storybrooke, Maine."

"Kathryn Midas?" asked Regina, shocked by the mention of her best friend's name.

"That's right. Parents are Robert and Claire." the man's brows furrowed before the brunette, "You knew them?"

Regina's eyes were filled with pain, but she maintained her professionalism, "Find out who bought it, who's paying the bills."

"That will take some looking into."

"So look!" the brunette's voice was firm, leaving the man speechless as he only nodded and walked away, leaving Regina alone with her thoughts.

After a while of investigating outside the building, Regina went inside the penthouse and looked around for more evidence that could help the case. Her face stone cold as she took in all the evidence that this was most likely a suicide. Bent down, picking up a picture she spotted on the floor, near the bed of Kathryn with her parents. She was all smiles and happy as always- just as Regina remembered her to be. It was difficult for Regina to ever picture her once upon a time best friend in this God awful situation. It just couldn't be.

She sighed as she got her cell phone out her jacket, dialing the number she was left this morning from Robert Midas.

Meanwhile, while Regina was dealing with her own case, Emma had taken another of her own- going undercover as a buyer looking to buy the best quality of cocaine money could buy. She sat across to dealers, near a hidden tree business that was located on the side of a freeway. Their truck was parked just behind the blonde as a pack of cocaine was placed in front of her on a wooden table.

Emma took out her knife, stabbing the package ever so expertly as she picked up some of the white powder on the tip of the knife, inspecting it at first, then taking into her mouth as she tasted it. It was cocaine all right. She nodded, pretending to be interested in the buy.

"Good, huh? Tasty, smooth." the first goon asked as he sat across from her.

"Yeah, that's good." said Emma, her eyes looking over at a third guy who came up to her only to place a beer in front of her, "Thanks." she took a drink.

"You better fucking believe it." the first dealer smiled, more than happy that he was about to make a sale.

"Alright, then. Let's do it. How much?" asked Emma.

"How much for how much?" asked the second dealer.

"For all of it." the blonde took in another drink of her beer.

"You want it all?"

Emma nodded, answering rather quickly, "Yep."

All three men smirked amongst each other as the second one spoke, "She wants it all."

"She wants it all. Beautiful!" the third dealer spoke as the second guy shaked hands with Emma.

"Maybe a nice tree to put it under, huh?" Emma smiled, playing along as she shook the man's hand.

The first goon, who was still sitting in front of her chuckled, "You want a tree?" he asked.

"Yeah!"

"I'll tell you what…" the man stood before the blonde, "I'll give you the best tree I have in the lot for nothing." he looked down at the package of cocaine in front of them, "But, this shit's gonna cost you, uh… a hundred."

"That much?" asked the blonde.

"Hey, that's a fair price." the second goon spoke.

Emma nodded, "Yeah." she stood to her feet as she retrieved her wallet from her back pocket, "Hell, you only live once." the goons chuckled happily as the blonde opened up her wallet, "Let's get this together here. Let's see…" she began taking out twenty dollar bills and a ten as she laid them out on the table in front of them. "20, 40, 60… 70-"

"What the fuck?" one of the men's brows furrowed. Was she really thinking that the buy was for a hundred dollars?

"Hey, man!" the first dealer slammed his hands on the table, his face only inches away from Emma's, "Hey!"

Emma looked up at him, "Shut up, I'm losing count." she began placing bills of 1 on the table, "93, 94, 95, 96…"

The first goon slammed his hand harder on the money Emma had laid on the table, growing more upset by the minute, "Forget it, you dumb shit! The deal is a hundred thousand! One hundred thousand dollars!"

Emma ran a hand through her hair, a small smirk on her lips, "A hundred thousand?" she chuckled, "I'm sorry, I can't afford that. Not on my salary. But look, I'll tell you what- I have a better idea. Let me say I take the whole stash off your hands for free…" she flashed her badge at them which she had taken out of her jacket pocket, as all three men backed away, "And you assholes can go to jail. What do you say about that?"

She placed her badge down on the table as she smiled at them, "I could read you guys your rights, but you already know what your rights are."

The first goon took Emma's badge in his possession as he chuckled, "This badge ain't real. You ain't real." he pointed over at her.

"You sure are one crazy bitch." the third goon laughed as he was soon joined by the other two, followed by Emma.

"You think I'm crazy?" Emma asked through chuckles of her own. "You want to see crazy? I'll show you crazy…"

The second goon grabbed on to her jacket, as the first one was getting ready to draw his weapon on her, only to freeze as Emma all but quickly, but recklessly poked one in the eyes with two of her fingers, as she slapped another- all as she took out her gun in the process, aiming in right at them.

"Now, that's a real badge. I'm a real cop, and this is a real fucking gun." she pulled the hammer back to her weapon, keeping it aimed right at them.

"Now, let's go. Hit the dirt, asshole." Emma quickly took cover behind the table as one of the goons looked over her shoulder. There was a fourth guy hiding in between a set of trees, which fired a shot, that was meant for the blonde but instead hit the first goon, leaving Emma firing shots of her own as she took down the man that was hidden between the trees. She quickly rolled away from her spot, firing a few more shots towards goon number 3, taking him down as she crawled right to him, keeping her gun and eyes aimed around the place.

Sirens were heard approaching as back up cars stopped, while Emma moved in between the trees, keeping her head as low as possible for cover.

"What do you got, Swan?" an officer asked.

"There's three down and one loose in here. He's got black hair and a red shirt." she continued to move swiftly through the trees.

"Okay, let's go!" an officer ordered.

"Freeze!" the goon came out of the same set of trees Emma was making her way out of, as he held her as a human shield, while he aimed his weapon, pressing it right on to her neck. "Give me the gun!" he snatched the blonde's weapon from her as Emma gave it up to him.

"Drop it!" an officer who was also under cover ordered, while he aimed his weapon right at the goon. While two more officers took aim towards him as he began walking out with Emma as a human shield.

"Shoot him." Emma ordered them, not caring for her safety at all, but trusting them to make a direct hit at their target.

"I said, drop it!" a cop yelled out in warning.

"Shoot him!" Emma ordered once again as she was being brought out.

"What?" the dealer looked at her as if she was really crazy.

"Shoot him!"

"Shut the fuck up!" the goon pressed his gun more to the blonde's neck, feeling more and more nervous by the minute.

"Shoot him! Somebody shoot this asshole!" Emma's head turned in all directions as she looked at her fellow officers, while she dared someone to take the shot that she would have already taken herself.

"This is your last warning, buddy!" a female officer shouted.

"Somebody fucking shoot him!" Emma shouted, as she looked over at the goon, "Shoot me. Go ahead." she dared him, which made the man even more nervous.

"Shut up!" he looked over at every officer there, "Put down your weapons! I'm warning you- I'll shoot her!"

"Shoot me!" Emma dared him as she looked over at the officers that were standing in front them, "Shoot him!"

"Shut the fuck up! Shut up!" the goon held on tighter to her jacket, as he pressed his weapon more to her throat. He was growing angrier but still nervous.

Shoot me! Shoot me!" Emma turned her whole body to face the goon, only to quickly lift her hand up as the man was now distracted with all the shouting that was going on around him, while she held on to his gun, as she quickly head-budded him, aiming his own weapon underneath his chin.

The goon was frozen stiff as he looked into a pair of green eyes. He would never forget the look in the blonde's eyes as she stared him right down, while she aimed his weapon right at him wanting so badly to take the shot.

She would have killed him too, only she was stopped by a fellow officer who placed his hand on her shoulder, "Swan. He's not worth it. Let us take him."

Emma never blinked as her body and own grip relaxed, as the officers took the goon away into custody. She loved her job, but her job alone made her dangerous and she knew it too. Emma hadn't been the same since her little girl- her only reason for living had been killed by a goon such as this scumbag.

As the day was done and the night sky was present, rain was heard as it fell down hard against dirt and road. Emma's eyes were red and swollen as they filled with falling tears. Her new tv was on, playing late night cartoons, while she took one last drink from her glass of bourbon. She dearly loved her job, she was always passionate about it, but she hated her life. She has not been the same since that tragic day. Her puffy eyes looked down at the picture that remained laid out on her lap. It was a single frame as it held two pictures, one of her with her daughter- both happy and smiling as can be, while the other was a single photograph of Hope Swan. She was a beautiful little girl, eyes the same as Emma's, her hair blonde as she wore pigtails on each side. Always smiling.

She brought her gun up as she held it in her hand, as she brought out a special made bullet she had worked on herself, while she loaded it up into her weapon, taking the safety off of it. She could do it. All it took was one shot and it would be over. No more suffering.

She turned the weapon to herself, as her eyes looked right into the muzzle. Many nights she spent debating whether to end her life or not, and what was the best way to do it. Did she want to see it coming? Maybe a shot right to the front of the skull. She placed her weapon right at the front of her head as her eyes closed for a short moment.

No. Maybe a shot directly into the mouth would guarantee her a quick death. She opened her mouth as she placed her gun inside of it, her thumb moving slowly as it rested on the trigger. Was this it? Was this what her life would come to, how it would end? She couldn't help but wonder what was destined for her in a matter of seconds, only to see her daughter's smiling face in her mind.

That always stopped her. Every time. She would see that smiling face and she could never pull that trigger.

She groaned as she tossed her weapon aside, holding on to the picture frame in front of her, as she placed a kiss to her daughter's picture, "This is crazy, isn't it?" she asked the picture, as if she were talking to her daughter. She couldn't help but hold the picture frame closer to her face as she hugged it in a very tight embrace as she weeped, "I miss you."

She cried for the remainder of the night, until she passed out from exhaustion.

A/N: Just a reminder, feedback is good for the soul. :) thank you to all who chose to read this.