A/N: You guys are amazing! :) I've literally been writing ALL DAY, which feels great after not being able to do so for a week. 3 updates in a row! Wow! That's a record for me, if I do say so myself lol enjoy, guys! Keep those feedbacks coming!

"Robert, the autopsy report showed that Kathryn was poisoned." said Regina as she looked up at the older man from looking at a picture of her and Kathryn together when they were just in college once upon a time ago. "Even if she hadn't jumped, she'd still be dead. She was murdered."

"Murdered?" the gray haired man's brows furrowed as he stood up from his chair, "Jesus. I can't take this. I just can't take this."

Regina looked over at the man who stood near his office window, "Robert. Why did you try to get in touch with me?"

"I heard that you were…" he paused, "Somebody told me that you were working out here. I thought maybe that you could get her out."

"Out of what?" asked the brunette.

"Get her out of the stuff she was into. She was making… video tapes." he took another moment's pause as this was hard for him to say, "Pornographic… video tapes. I thought maybe you could just get her out. Help her."

Regina could see the pain in the older man's face as he sat back down in his chair, as his shoulders began shaking up and down from his silent weeps.

"I'm sorry, Robert." the brunette placed a hand on the man's shoulder in support, her voice a whisper.

Emma stood near the door, leaning up against the wall as she took in the scene before her of Regina with this man in total silence.

"You owe me, Regina." the man spoke in a soft tone as he looked up at the brunette, "Remember?"

Regina nodded, "I remember."

"I want you to find whoever's responsible for this. However many of them there are." he stood, his voice breaking, "Please, I know you can do this. Just find them and kill them."

"Robert, I'm a police officer." she leaned on his desk, her eyes looking right into the older man's.

"I don't give a shit that you're a police officer, Regina! I know you're a fucking police officer! Kill them! Just kill them!" he shouted.

Regina turned away as she began walking towards Emma, who stood to attention at the man's sudden shouts.

"Wait." Kathryn's father made his way around his desk, grabbing the brunette by her arm to stop her from leaving, "Wait, Regina. Wait." his hands gripped tightly to her suit jacket that his knuckles were practically white, "You have to find them. You can find them. You can do that."

His grip loosened on the brunette as he calmed himself down before her, looking over at Emma who hadn't taken her eyes off of them for a single minute.

"Yeah. I owe you." Regina repeated in a whisper. "I have to go, Robert."

Emma followed Regina as she headed out of the building, keeping her eyes on the older man.

"What did that guy mean when he said you owed him?" Emma asked as she took a big bite of her hot dog as they walked back to the brunette's car.

"He used to be a cop. One of the best. Retired now. Years back, I took this case, undercover, almost got me killed. He saved me, getting in the way of a bullet that was meant for me. Damaged his lung." the brunette explained as she twisted the plastic cap off of her water bottle.

"That was nice of him." Emma said sarcastically, trying to make a joke.

"Yeah, I thought so." her tone remained serious as it was a touchy subject for her, taking a drink from her water.

"You want me to drive?" asked the blonde.

"No, I'll drive. You're supposed to be suicidal. And, believe me, you're on your way to death with your poor choice of food groups." she motioned towards her partner's hot dog as she made her way to the driver's side.

Emma rolled her eyes, "Anybody who drives in this city is suicidal."

"Just get in the car."

All units, possible jumper at Houston and Allen street. 7-A-21, handle code two. All units, come in, please.

Both women shut the doors to the brunette's Mercedes as they heard the call from the dispatcher being announced. Emma picked up the walkie from the brunette's car as she brought it close to her lips.

"Gotcha! Uh, uh…" she looked over to Regina, "What's the number to your car?"

"3-William-56." she replied as she turned the key in her ignition, as her engine roared to life.

"3-William-56 en route." Emma placed the walkie back in it's place, "God, I love this job! It's so exciting!"

Copy. Police psychologist on the way.

Emma took another big bite of her hot dog as Regina stepped on the gas, driving as quickly as she could towards the scene.

"Hey, boss, can we put the sirens on" Emma teased as Regina neglected to put her siren on.

The siren on the black Mercedes was heard as the brunette parked off to the side, as her and Emma made their way out of the vehicle.

"I'm glad you two are here." a female officer said,

"Where's the psychologist?" asked Regina as they walked towards the building where the jumper was.

"Stuck in traffic."

Regina rolled her eyes, "Who is this guy?"

"The name's McCleary. He was at an office party and just went outside."

All three women looked up at the jumper at the same time.

"You think he'll jump?" asked Regina.

"Seems serious enough. Who knows?" the female officer moved on to a big group of people that were already gathered around to witness the horrific scene. "Alright, people can I get you to clear back, please?"

Regina sighed as Emma followed right next to her. She hated dealing with jumpers.

"I can deal with this." said Emma.

"Are you even qualified to talk to a jumper?" the brunette asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I've done it before." Emma nodded.

"Fine. You're on." Regina motioned towards the building, stopping Emma in her tracks as she pulled the blonde back by her bicep. A very well built bicep at that. "Hey. No guns, no jiu-jitsu, just bring him down. Understood?"

"Roger." Emma gave the brunette a two finger salute as she made her way up the building from the back as Regina released another sigh, already feeling a headache coming on. She wondered if she had made a mistake sending Emma up there, but then again the blonde had been on her best behavior so far since they were partnered up hours ago. What could possibly go wrong?

Emma made her way up a set of stairs that leaded to the rooftop of the building as a cop stopped her, "Who are you?" he asked, holding his arm out.

The blonde lifted up her shirt, exposing her badge that was clipped to her belt, "Swan, homicide."

"Yes, ma'am. He's right over there on the end." the cop walked along with her as he pointed towards the area where the jumper was, leaving her on her own as the blonde climbed up on a higher part of the building, using all her arm strength to carry her body over as she rested her forearms on the edge of the ledge.

"Bad day?" she asked the jumper, causing the guy to get startled at the sound of her voice.

"Leave me alone!" he shouted at her.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked him.

"None of your goddamn business!"

"Fair enough." she nodded, "Uh…" she glanced down, "Look, I'm just going to come out there, okay?"

"No!" The guy shook his head, while he pointed an index finger over at the blonde in warning, as Emma held out her hand, "You touch me and I'm going to jump! You stay there!"

"Take it easy!" Emma shouted.

"You come out here, I'm jumping!" the guy looked down at the crowd of people who looked like ants from that high up.

"Jesus Christ, take it easy, will ya?" Emma talked more calmly, "Please, I don't like this any better than you do. I'm scared too, okay? I can't stand heights."

The crowd grew bigger as people looked up at the scene that was now happening between a blonde woman and jumper. Regina shield the sun from her eyes as she too looked up, seeing Emma work.

"Come on, being this high up. This makes me dizzy." Emma held out her hand as she slowly made her way towards the ledge, crossing one leg slowly then the other, "Just give me a chance to talk to you, alright? Just talk, okay? I'm just going to stand out here on the ledge with you."

Regina's eyes filled with fear at the sight of the crazy blonde on the ledge. This was not how things were supposed to play out.

"No, don't go." she whispered to herself, "Not out on the ledge, you idiot." her stomach was in knots, her heartbeat was beating a hundred beats per minute in that very instant. Emma might be crazy and she may be looking to die without a care in the world, but that didn't mean that Regina wanted to see that happen to her. Not to Emma. As much as the woman grinded her gears.

Emma looked down as she looked over at the jumper beside her, "You know, you're not the first person to think of something like this." she glanced down again, "A lot of people have problems, hell even me."

"You don't know shit!" the guy shouted at her.

"No, you're wrong, pal. You're wrong." Emma tried moving a little closer to him, stopping quickly on her tracks as the guy shouted once again.

"You don't know nothing! Don't touch me!"

"Take it easy." said Emma.

"I didn't do anything wrong!" the nervous guy replied, his voice almost shaky.

"I know that, pal. It's not like you're murdering anyone or anything." replied Emma.

"That's right!"

"That's right." Emma repeated.

"The only one I hurt is me!" the jumper pointed to himself, "Me!"

Emma nodded, trying to calm him down, "That's right. I know you're hurting. I get it. Believe me. I get it." she stretched out her arm slowly towards him, "Okay, now. Come on."

She could clearly see that this guy was all talk. He was terrified of being up here. He didn't really want to jump. He was just another chum looking for attention.

"Don't come near me!" the guy warned her.

"Come on, give me a break. My boss is down there and she's watching me." Emma motioned towards the crowd of people, "I have to make it look like I'm trying to save you, okay?" her eyes stayed on the man's frightened ones, "Come on." she held out her hand towards him, "I'm just going to stand here and talk to you. That's all.

"You won't- you won't try anything?" the man asked, his voice shaking as he lifted up his hand in front of him.

"No. Cross my heart. I won't try a thing."

"You swear?"

"You think I want to fall off? I promise, I'll just talk to you." Emma sounded convincing, she knew that as the guy finally relaxed, nodding at her in agreement.

"Okay. Okay, alright." said the man.

Emma placed a cigarette in her mouth as she handed one over to the nervous man, as a sign of trust. "Here, you want a cigarette?" she tossed it gently on the ledge, "Come on, let's smoke, okay?"

"Yeah." the guy nodded, feeling more like she could trust her now. He wouldn't mind a smoke.

"Go on, take it." Emma nodded towards the cigarette that was sitting on the ledge as she reached for her lighter that she kept in her jacket pocket, "We'll both take our time and both die of cancer." she joked as she lid up her cigarette, her eyes maintaining focus on the man's hand as it nervously reached out for the cigarette she had offered to him.

Loud sirens sounded off of another fire truck that was stopping near the building as Emma held out her lighter, offering to light up the cigarette for the man.

"Here." Emma said, bringing the lighter closer to the man's cigarette as she quickly snapped on her handcuffs on his wrist, while she handcuffed herself to the other cuff. "Hate you to leave without me."

"Hey, what are you doing?" the guy asked, suddenly becoming nervous again.

"Oh, no." Regina whispered to herself, growing scared and upset at Emma all at once.

"What are you doing?"

Emma held out her handcuff key before the guy, "See this key? Bye-bye!" she said as she tossed the key off the building without a care in the world.

"You're crazy!" the guy shouted, looking over at her as his eyes had followed the key that was lost somewhere within the crowd now.

Emma held her cigarette between her index and middle finger as she spoke, "Now, you can jump if you want to, but you'd be taking me with you, and that makes you a murderer. Okay? Come on, let's go." she moved more towards the ledge, wanting to bring this guy down in a more civilized manner for the first time in her life.

"You tricked me!" the man shouted, not intending to move away from the ledge.

"Yeah, you'd be killing a cop." Emma nodded as she intended again to move off of the ledge, "Now, come on-"

"Yeah, I'd be killing a psycho nut cop!"

"Yeah, a psycho, but I'm still a cop." Emma spoke more firmly this time, "Now, are you coming in? Come on, I'm taking you in-"

"Fuck you! I'm jumping!" the guy threatened her, trying his best to scare her off. Because, why would a hot cop such as herself want to lose her life all to save him? There was no way.

That's when Emma lost it.

She grabbed on to the guy's jacket, her knuckles white as a sheet of paper, as her eyes looked right into his, making him get more nervous. She tried to be civilized, but this guy was just too stupid to listen to reason the right way, "Do you really want to jump? Do you wanna? Well, then that's fine with me. Come on. Let's do it, asshole. Let's jump."

"Wait a minute!" the man spoke, his voice a bundle of nerves, as his heart raced fast within his chest.

"I wanna do it. I wanna do it."

"What do you mean? No!" he shouted as he saw the blonde's foot literally go off the ledge, followed by her body.

All that was heard next were screams. Screams from the blonde and the jumper himself, as well as every single person in the crowd. Everyone was in a panic, except for Regina who just closed her eyes as she grew angrier.

"Swan, you shit." she whispered to herself as soon as Emma's body, followed by the jumper's landed right on a large hot hair mattress that the firemen came especially equipped with for situations such as this.

Firemen gathered around them as well as police officers. The jumper was the first one walking out of the inflatable, giant mattress as he shouted for help, "Hey, help me! She's crazy!"

"You want to go up again? Come on, it was great!" Emma laughed in a rush as she walked out of the giant mattress like nothing had happened, as the guy kept on shouting for help.

"Did you see that? She's out of her mind! She was trying to kill me!" The cops took off the cuff that was wrapped around the blonde's wrist as they handcuffed both the jumpers hands together and took him into a patrol car to be locked up.

"Hey, those are my cuffs, I want them back." Emma told the officers, becoming angry as she felt Regina's hands angrily grasp at her jacket. She slapped the brunette's arms away from her as she held out a finger in warning, "Hey, don't you touch me!"

"What the fuck was that, Swan? What did you just do?" an angry Regina shouted as her eyes burned holes into the blonde's green ones.

"I controlled the jumper! You wanted him down? He's down!" Emma shouted at her partner.

"Come here! Right now!" Regina motioned towards an abandoned laundromat building as she walked over to it, followed closely by an angry Emma.

"Where?"

"Here with me!" the vein on Regina's forehead was ready to pop as she walked into the building, looking back at Emma who had stopped by the entryway, watching in awe as the brunette even pushed a pedestrian off to the side to be able to get into the building.

"Get in here!" Regina shouted once more, slamming the door, which only swung back and forth as Emma entered the same room.

She paced across the room, hands on her hips. Why the hell was she so upset? What did she care if this crazy lunatic wanted to kill herself or not? She wouldn't miss her…

Would she?

Regina turned to face the blonde with fire in her eyes in anger, "Alright, no bullshit! You want to kill yourself?"

"Oh, my God-" Emma rolled her eyes.

"Shut up! Yes or no? You want to die?"

"I got the job done! What the hell more do you want?" Emma shouted back, understanding but not fully why the brunette was suddenly so upset.

"Just answer the question!" Regina shouted.

"What do you want to hear, Regina? Do you want to hear that sometimes I think about eating a bullet? Huh?" Emma's eyes were wide in anger as she looked right into Regina's and saw anger of her own, and maybe, just maybe a hint of worry? "Well, I do. I even have a special one for the occasion with a hollow point. Look." Emma digged inside her jeans pocket as she showed her the bullet she had carved out herself, "To make sure it blows the back of my goddamn head out, do the job right!" she paused, "Every single day I wake up and I think of a reason not to do it. Every single day. And, you want to know why I don't? This is gonna make you laugh. You want to know why I don't do it? The job. Doing the job. That's the reason."

Regina motioned towards the blonde, "You want to die."

"I'm not afraid of it." Emma challenged her.

Regina's lip curled up in anger, as she withdrew her weapon from her holster inside her suit jacket, slamming it down on the blonde's hand, "Here, take my gun. Don't nibble on the barrel, pull the trigger!"

Emma's eyes grew angrier, going a dark color of green right before her eyes.

"Go ahead, Swan! Go ahead, do it!"

Emma placed the brunette's weapon on the side of her temple as she pulled the hammer back, her eyes looking right into Regina's, "You shouldn't tempt me, Mills."

Regina grabbed on to the blonde's hand as she forced the weapon in front of her face, inches away from her thin lips, "You put it in your mouth! The bullet might go through your ear and not kill you."

Emma moved the weapon underneath her chin as Regina's hands remained on her own. Even in that moment of tension, Emma had to admit, the brunette had a nice touch. She could swear it was almost making her think twice about killing herself. But, she still needed to challenge the older woman.

"Under the chin's just as good!" Emma challenged her, as Regina nodded, not backing down, daring her more and more to do it.

"Yeah, under the chin! Go for it!"

Their eyes remained focused on each other, as well as their hands as they rested on the brunette's weapon. Regina's eyes grew with worry as she could practically feel Emma's trigger finger begin to slowly press down on it, as the cylinder began to slowly spin, ready to fire the next round into the blonde's chin and through her head. The brunette's eyes would move back and forth between Emma's eyes and the cylinder of her gun. She really was going to do it.

She couldn't. She couldn't allow this to happen. Emma couldn't end her life this way, not on her watch.

As her hand remained on Emma's, her finger quickly moved towards the safety as a loud click was heard as the blonde fired the shot. A low gasp was heard coming from the brunette as she had stopped her from almost killing herself. Emma lowered the weapon slowly as she placed it back in Regina's hand. Her eyes never leaving the older woman's.

Regina couldn't blink as she looked right into Emma's eyes and saw anger, but also fear in them. She spoke in a mere whisper, "You're not just trying to draw a psycho pension, are you? You really are crazy."

Emma's eyes turned to their regular green color as she spoke, "I'm hungry. I'm gonna go and get something to eat." she walked away more calmer than before, leaving the brunette all alone as her heart was about to jump out of her chest as she released a long held breath she didn't realize she had been holding as her bottom lip practically trembled.