A/N: Thank you guys so much for your amazing support, as always! :) I've been writing up a storm on this fun filled story, given that it's my first action filled ff, so expect more updates. Like this one! ;) I do hope you enjoy. Remember, if anything feels different to those of you who have seen the films, that's because I've made some changes of my own.
By next morning, Ingrid, the station's therapist went to talk to Gold, the department's chief about her concerns regarding Emma Swan and her ability to wanting to off herself.
"Are you telling me that you think Swan is playing some kind of a game?" asked Ingrid, following Gold as he walked his way around the man.
"Sure." Gold nodded, "She wants the cash. I've seen it a hundred times. But she'll come around."
"That's a very dangerous attitude to take, sir." Ingrid lifted up her finger, "May I remind you that her 9 year old daughter was killed. She's also been known to pull her gun when she shouldn't-"
Gold turn to face Ingrid, already annoyed with this conversation. "I know all about Swan, doc. She's a tough one, believe me."
"She's on the edge, sir. I'm telling you, she may be psychotic." the blonde warned him.
"That's a bunch of psych bullshit."
"You're making a mistake by keeping her in the field." Ingrid pointed her index finger to Gold's chest, "The woman is suicidal."
"You're sure of that diagnosis? You have no doubts? You know that?" Gold's voice raised a little.
"No. There are no absolutes in life-" replied the blonde.
"End of discussion. We're going to wait." Gold made his way into the men's restroom, being done with this conversation. He wasn't about to lose one of his best cops he had under his command. No way, no how.
"We can't wait, sir-"
Gold turned to look at the woman one last time, his voice more firm on his decision, "And, if she offs herself, then we'll know I was wrong."
"You're making a mistake, because if you're wrong-"
"Excuse me, will you?" said Gold, shutting the door in the woman's face.
Ingrid released a sigh, shaking her head, "Asshole." she whispered as she walked away.
Regina sat behind her desk in her office space, looking over Kathryn's suicidal case, her black framed glasses on point. Graham, another fellow officer, stood right behind her as he looked out the window of the brunette's office.
"If you ask me, you look pretty great for a 40 year old, Regina."
"I appreciate that, Graham." Regina's eyes didn't move away from the paperwork she had been reading as she spoke, "But, I'm still not going out with you."
Graham nodded, "I can respect that. But, just so you know, I'm a pretty sensitive guy. I'm not at all afraid to get in touch with my feelings." he moved around the brunette's desk as he continued, "Like last night. I cried in bed."
Regina's eyes looked up at him over her glasses, "Were you with a woman?"
"I was alone. Why do you think I was crying?" Graham replied.
"Have a nice day, Graham."
As Graham left, defeated once again and turned down by the brunette on a date, August Booth, another fellow officer walked right into the brunette's office, with some new information on the suicidal case, "We have news on the Midas case."
"That was quick." Regina replied.
"So was the autopsy." he read over their new information, "They're not calling it a suicide." he handed over the report to Regina which she took immediately.
"What?"
"Surprise, surprise. The coroner found evidence she used barbiturates."
Regina's attention went straight to Emma who was being brought in by Gold himself. Given that she had never seen the blonde before, she had no idea she was a cop, so she was on high alert almost immediately as she removed her glasses and made her way around her desk, standing by her door frame. Her eyes never leaving the blonde who now leaned against a desk, "Brilliant detective work. There were pills all over the place."
"Right. That's not the surprise." August kept on explaining, "The surprise is someone doctored the pills. Every capsule was loaded with drain cleaner. If she hadn't jumped, she would have been dead anyway."
"This case stinks." Regina turned to look at August, immediately turning back to look right at Emma, which the blonde was now entertaining herself with a rubber band as she stretched it around her fingers. Even more reason for Regina to suspect of her as someone who would stir up trouble. Not to mention that horrible leather jacket. She had to admit though- the blonde was a rather beautiful.
Gold walked by, stopping in front of the brunette's office, smiling, "Happy 40th, Regina."
"Thanks, Captain." Regina smiled her most sarcastic smile, fuming inside by the reminder of her age.
"Oh yeah." August spoke, as Regina turned to look at him once again, "It's your birthday today."
"Some detective." the brunette chuckled, turning back to keep her eyes on Emma, who now kept looking around her surroundings very suspiciously.
"There are two more things." spoke August as he looked down at the report.
"Shoot."
"First, the condition of the sheets indicate that someone else was in bed with Kathryn just before she died. That's A."
"What's B?" asked Regina.
"B is, I'm supposed to tell you, you're breaking in a new partner on this." August's met the back of Regina's head as the brunette quickly turned to him.
"Come again? A new partner?" her eyebrow raised. She detested the idea of having a new partner. Mostly the ones she would get stuck with she would have to end up babysitting. She was a cop, for God's sake- not a babysitter.
August nodded, "Yeah, some broad on loan from Dope. A real burnout, on the ragged edge."
Regina rolled her eyes as they looked right back at the blonde, "Oh, perfect." now, not only did she have to babysit just any immature cop, but a troubled one as well?
Emma reached behind her back as she retrieved her gun from her holster while she remained seated on top of that desk.
"Gun!" Regina shouted as she quickly ran her way towards the blonde who had now stood up from the desk, as she looked around for the one holding the gun. Emma's eyes grew wide as she realized Regina was charging right at her. That's when her cop/war instincts kicked in, as the blonde quickly backed away, allowing Regina's hands to touch her weapon just enough, as the blonde then wrapped an arm around the brunette's torso, as she flipped her over on her back, onto the floor.
Regina felt her body slam on the floor as she released a grunt, as Emma placed her boot on the woman's chest, aiming her weapon right at her. Her green eyes looking directly into the brunette's brown ones.
"Regina, meet your new partner." August motioned over to Emma with his thumb as he stood by the now smirking blonde as she placed her weapon back in its holster.
Regina's eyes closed, as she grunted to herself, already feeling frustrated with this ridiculous situation, "Perfect."
It was more than clear that neither women were happy with their new situation. Regina kept on wondering, why out of all the cops in this city, did she have to get stuck babysitting this one? As for Emma, she wondered why did she have to get stuck with an older woman, who by the looks of it seemed to be pretty stuck up, judging by the way she was dressed. And, of course- underneath all that. The brunette was hot, despite her age. Even Emma mentally agreed to that as they walked their way through the parking garage of the station together. Every now and again, Emma's eyes would wonder down south to Regina's ass, which wasn't a bad sight to see at all.
"There are those who say you're a good cop." Regina spoke, trying her best to break the ice between them.
"I try." replied Emma.
"I heard about your little stunt yesterday. Pretty heroic." Regina paused for a moment, "I pulled your file. Said you were a very good soldier. You served in Afghanistan, then Iraq. Is that right?"
"Uh-huh." Emma hummed in response as she kept up with the brunette's pace.
"Assassination stuff. It's over, you know." Regina said dryly.
"What is?" asked Emma, looking right into the woman's eyes as she was no longer behind her to look elsewhere.
"The war." said Regina, not really looking forward to this new partner of hers going all crazy while they had to work together. If there was one thing Regina appreciated, it was order- and she intended to keep things that way.
Emma chuckled, "Yes, I know."
Regina chuckled, mocking the blonde's response, "Just thought I'd remind you." her eyes did a quick scan of the blonde. No doubt, she was hot, but Regina had to keep her focus. She was also suicidal and nothing- absolutely nothing could happen there. If she ever did allow herself to have a personal life with someone, it wouldn't be with Emma Swan.
She spoke up again, quickly looking at the blonde's weapon as she had been stupidly caught by the blonde while she gawked, "That's a serious piece you carry with you."
Emma looked down at her weapon, (although she knew that Regina had just checked her out) taking it out of her holster, as she handed it over for her to get a closer and better look, "Be my guest."
Regina took her weapon in her grasp as her eyes studied it, "9mm Beretta. Takes 15 in the mag, one up the pipe, wide ejection port, no feed jams."
She mentally chuckled to herself, given that in her experience cops who would carry a weapon this big, usually did it just to show off. Or in males, the size of their weapon just made up for whatever they were lacking in the size department.
"What do you carry?" asked Emma as she took her weapon back, placing it in its holster.
"Four inch Smith." replied Regina, a sly smirk almost forming on her lips.
"Six shooter, huh?" the blonde smirked as she placed a cigarette into her mouth, "A lot of old timer's carry those."
Regina's head slowly turned towards the annoying blonde, old timer? She was not old. Far from it. Just because she happened to be younger than her- much younger, that didn't give this woman the right to call her old. She still had good fight left in her.
"Your file also said that you're heavy into martial arts." Regina stopped her walking as she neared her Mercedes, looking right at the blonde who stood on the passenger side. Given that in her report the blonde was said to be suicidal by Ingrid, she wasn't allowed to drive herself anywhere sadly for the time being.
"I suppose we have to register you as a lethal weapon." Regina chuckled at her own joke, not at all impressed with her new partner.
Emma ran a hand through her hair in frustration, her eyes meeting Regina's as she took the cigarette out of her mouth, "Look, let's just cut the shit. Now, we both know why I was transferred. Everybody thinks I'm suicidal- in which case I'm fucked, and nobody wants to work with me. Or they think I'm faking it to draw a psycho pension, which case I'm fucked and nobody wants to work with me. Basically, I'm fucked."
Regina opened her door, her eyes never leaving Emma's, "Guess what?"
"What?"
"I don't want to work with you." the brunette said directly and straight to the point.
"Then, don't." Emma swung the passenger door open as she placed her cigarette back into her mouth.
"I don't have much of a choice. It looks like we both got fucked." she made her way into her car, as did Emma, her glare practically burning holes right through the blonde. "I'm only going to tell you this once." her tone sounding in warning, "Don't smoke in my car."
Emma's eyes were practically glaring right back at her, her hand coming up to her lips as she inhaled in more of her cigarette, blowing the smoke out, purposely at the brunette just to spite her.
Regina's lip practically twitched, "God officially hates me."
"Hate him back, it works for me." Emma replied dryly as she rested her forearm on the edge of the door, so all the cigarette smell wouldn't go directly into the brunette's fancy vehicle. There was no way she was wasting a perfectly good cigarette.
A man was being escorted into an abandoned building, or what looked to be like an abandoned building, as he made his way towards a black haired man in a black suit, who was obviously waiting for his arrival.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Mendez." said the younger man in a professional manner.
"How are you?" asked Mr. Mendez.
"Did you pet him down?" the brunette man asked the bodyguard that was standing behind Mr. Mendez.
The bodyguard looking man raised Mr. Mendez's arms up as he searched his clothes for any weapons that he shouldn't be carrying.
"Oh, hey, man, we went through this already." said Mr. Mendez.
"Let's go through it again." the dark haired man replied rather quickly.
"Who are you?" asked Mr. Mendez.
"That's hardly important, but if it matters, you may call me Mr. Hyde." he turned around as he began walking near a door, "Let's go."
"Great. Mr. Hyde, huh? Where's Jackell?" the man joked to himself as he followed Hyde through the door where loud rock music was playing as they walked inside a club where they were being expected.
Hyde walked up to a man who had his back turned, a taller, thin man with blonde hair, otherwise known as Hades, or General Hades in his time of service, "Sir, Mr. Mendez is here."
Hades turned as he walked towards the man he was expected to meet, "Ah, Mr. Mendez. How are you?"
"Hey, good." the man nodded as his eyes looked over at Hyde who stood close by to Hades, "Where the hell did you get this guy? Psychos R Us?"
"I don't think you're funny." Hades replied dryly.
"I don't think this whole goddamn set up is funny." replied Mendez, "You're using mercenaries, for Christ sake. Tell me I'm wrong!"
"No, you're not wrong." replied Hades. Hyde had been in war before and he had killed many people, and would continue to do so under his orders without asking any questions. No better right hand man for the job for him.
Mendez chuckled, "And, you expect me to trust these fucking bozos?" no way did he trust in making any kind of deal with trained killers such as Hyde. Even if Hades was the best.
"My people are loyal to me." spoke Hades, which made Mendez break into a mocking laughter.
"Bullshit!"
"Do you smoke?" Hades' voice was calm as he asked that question.
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" asked the man.
"Do you smoke?!" Hades shouted this time, causing the man to jump a little where he stood.
"Yeah." the man nodded.
"Give me your lighter." ordered Hades.
"M- my lighter?"
"Your lighter!" the blonde man shouted, causing the smaller male to jump once again as he nervously searched his pockets for his lighter.
"Yeah- okay, alright. Right here." he handed it over, "Here. Take it."
"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" Mendez shouted as he was suddenly grabbed by the two bodyguards that had been standing behind him, as Hades took the man's hand, forcing him to hold the lighter for him, pinning his arm underneath his so he wouldn't move an inch.
"Shut your mouth!" Hades shouted.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Shut up!" he looked over his shoulder at the shorter man as he spoke more calmly this time, "And don't move."
Mendez grew more nervous as Hades lid up the lighter, "Oh, hey, man-"
"Mr. Hyde, your left arm, please." Hades ordered politely as Hyde rolled up his sleeve, stretching out his forearm as it touched the single flame of the man's lighter. His eyes never leaving frighten ones that were watching the scene that was happening before him.
For someone to put themselves through pain for someone else was just bat shit crazy, what made it worse was that Hyde didn't show any sort of emotion whatsoever to pain. If anything, he probably saw his lip twitch a little, but he wouldn't remove his arm as much as it was burning right before him.
"Hey, you guys are fucking gone. You know that?" Mendez struggled to get away but was forced to stand and watch, "Oh, Jesus Christ, man! You guys are fucking crazy. Come on!"
Hyde finally removed his arm as Hades took his thumb off the lighter causing the flame to die out.
"Have Whale look at that, Mr. Hyde." the blonde man ordered.
"Yes, sir." Hyde nodded as he walked away, without even a flinch.
Hades looked over his shoulder at the shorter man, hoping he finally had proven his point, "You wish to do business with us, yes?"
"Jesus Christ." Mendez's voice shuttered.
"You wish to make a purchase, yes?" Hades spoke in a much louder tone.
"I- I- yes, yes! Jesus Christ, yes." Mendez stuttered as he was released from his hold he was being kept in as he backed up to a goon that pushed him forward.
"The boat to the heroin will be here Friday night. We'll make delivery at that time." Hades turned to face the nervous wreck of a man, "Have the money ready and no tricks. If you try anything, you'll have to talk to Mr. Hyde."
"Yeah, right. Hyde. Yeah- I got it." the man stuttered as he began to walk backwards, too afraid to turn his back on him.
Hades snapped his fingers, as his goons were quick to accompany the Mr. Mendez outside the door the same way he had come in.