This chapter is for bstix with the prompt: "Practical Jokes" Again, if you left me a prompt and I don't use it, it's either something close to what I've already done, or it breaks character.

An all out practical joke war had started. Emma couldn't remember who had started it, but she and Regina had been going after each other all week. No one else was allowed to get involved, especially Henry.

Emma looked over at the clock in the station and smiled. Right about now, Regina would be getting a box from Emma apologizing for her latest joke (duct taping an air horn to the bottom of Regina's chair) and asking for a truce. Inside would be her favorite fruit. Only it wouldn't really be apples. They were onions, completely dipped in caramel and put on a stick.

"What are you smiling about?" David asked from his desk. "And why do you keep glancing at the clock?"

"I may have played a small prank on Regina," Emma said.

"Oh?" David asked. "What did you do this time?"

"The apples that she's about to eat aren't really going to be apples," Emma said, smirking.

"So what are they?" David asked.

Emma laughed. "Onions."

David started laughing. "She's going to kill you."

"But that defeats the whole purpose of the war," Emma said. "If she kills me, then she can't get me back."

"True," David agreed. He smiled as Emma's phone rang, probably a call from a very pissed off Regina.

"Hello?" Emma answered.

"I am going to kill you," Regina said. "Caramel covered onions? Really?"

Emma laughed. "I saw it online. Didn't taste too good?"

"You laugh now, but I am going to get you back," Regina said. "And it isn't going to be pretty."

Emma walked into work the next morning, looking carefully at her desk. So far nothing looked out of the ordinary. Had Regina given up?

"Why are you walking so hesitantly into the office?" David asked.

"I'm waiting for something to jump out at me," Emma said. "It's Regina's turn to pull a joke of some kind." She walked over to her desk, slowly sitting down. No air horn on her chair. Then again, Regina wasn't one to repeat pranks.

"Hey, do you have scissors that I can borrow?" David asked, walking over to her desk.

"Yeah," Emma said. She reached over to her side drawer, slowly pulling it open. She gasped at seeing what was inside.

"She put fish in your drawer?" David asked, laughing. "She is not playing around."

It was true. Regina had cleaned out the drawer of all supplies, lined it with plastic wrap, poured rocks and water in, and added some fish. Emma had her own little fish tank right in her desk.

"Is there at least fish food provided?" David asked, chuckling.

"Shut up," Emma grumbled. "I can't believe she put live animals into my desk. What am I supposed to do with them?"

David shrugged. "You could keep them. I'll help you name them if you want."

Emma glared at him. "Very funny."

Regina was pretty proud of the fish trick. But she was pretty sure that the war was getting even bigger now, and it could possibly include live animals.

She got to her office; frowning at the color she could see through her door. Last time she checked, her office didn't have any color in it. Hesitantly opening her door, Regina gasped. Her office was completely full of balloons. From the floor to the ceiling, there were balloons of every color.

Regina sighed before beginning to laugh. Thinking about it, it actually was funny. Besides the fact that she couldn't even see her desk.

Still chuckling to herself, Regina began to pull balloons out of her door. Realizing that doing that was doing nothing but creating a huge pile behind her, she started to use her key to pop the balloons in her path.

The office phone began to ring, so Regina began popping faster. She may be in the middle of a prank war, but she was not about to let it interfere with her job as mayor.

Finally, she made it to her desk. "Hello?"

"So you found your desk," Emma said, chuckling. "Not so fun to have your office messed with is it?"

"I only put fish in one drawer," Regina argued. "You've put balloons in my whole office."

"Touché," Emma said. "Love you!"

Regina laughed. "Love you too."

The war continued on for several weeks after that, finally ending when all of Emma's office supplies (including her desk) had ended up suspended from the ceiling by bungee cords. After that, Emma had reluctantly admitted defeat. There was no way that she could top that.

"I still can't believe that you put my whole desk and everything up in the air," Emma said. "Do you any idea how long it took to get that back down?"

Regina shrugged. "It was totally worth it."

"You could have hurt the fish!" Emma scolded, hitting her playfully.

Regina laughed. "You actually kept them? In your desk?"

"Yeah," Emma said. "They're cute. And a nice distraction if I'm having a bad day. Just open up my drawer and watch my little fish."

"Well I'm glad that you like them," Regina said. "Glad that something good came out of this practical joke war."

"You mean you didn't enjoy the caramel onions?" Emma teased.

Regina shuddered. "No. No I did not."