Regina was released from the hospital only a couple days after the fire, and was working from home. There may not be a building to work from, but the city wasn't going to stop just for a burnt building.

As the weeks went on, Emma became more and more obsessed with finding whoever had started the fire and tried to kill Regina. She hardly ever left the station, working tirelessly on the evidence from the fire.

Regina walked into the station and sighed at seeing Emma in her usual spot. She was pacing around the table she had set up, moving pictures around and adding notes to her already pretty full notebook.

"You need to stop this," Regina said, walking over to her. "Before I set it all on fire and you have nothing left."

Emma's eyes widened. "Don't do that! I think that I'm actually on to something that could lead to whoever set that fire."

"You've said that every time that I've come in here to check on you," Regina said, grabbing Emma's hand and pulling her towards the door. "We are going home, and you're getting some decent sleep without worrying over something that was probably just a prank."

"They didn't throw the sticks until after they saw you were there," Emma argued, pulling against Regina's grip. "They want to kill you, and I can't let that happen."

Regina sighed. "You're not going to give this up, are you?"

"No," Emma said. "Not until I find whoever did this. There has to be something at the actual crime scene that could help us."

"No one is allowed near that building," Regina said. "Workers are trying to get everything cleaned up so that a new building can be built."

"You're the mayor," Emma said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure that they would let you in. Just say that you're checking in on how everything is going."

"Fine," Regina said. "But don't touch anything."

The workers looked in surprise as Regina and Emma poofed to the fire sight. Emma couldn't help but gasp at the remains of the building. Whoever those fire-starters were, they sure had been successful.

"Madame Mayor," the head construction worker greeted. "What can I do for you?"

"I was just checking in on how the cleaning was going," Regina said, looking around the area. She walked away from Emma, motioning with her hand for Emma to do a little exploring. "It doesn't look like you've gotten very far."

"There's a lot of debris," the worker said apologetically. "We're trying to clean it all up, but there's way too many layers for us to keep up with."

Emma didn't listen to the rest, and started exploring the area. The workers were all watching their boss as he walked around the area with Regina, not even noticing the blonde sheriff examining every inch of the space.

Emma groaned in frustration. Everything was burnt to a crisp. How was she supposed to find any evidence?

Finally, something caught her eye. It was a stick, thrown into the dirt and then stomped on. As if someone was trying to put out the fire that had been on it.

"Well, thank you for your time," Regina said, slightly louder than what was necessary. Emma took that as her cue to get moving, and grabbed the stick before running back to where she had been before.

"Sheriff Swan," the worker said in surprise.

Emma smiled and nodded at him. "Thought I heard a noise coming from the woods. Must have just been the breeze."

Regina grabbed Emma's hand and poofed them away before he could ask any more questions.

"What are we doing here?" Emma demanded. "We need to be at the station."

"It is almost 9," Regina said. "I think you can take a break and actually get some sleep tonight."

"I need to run a fingertip analysis on this," Emma said, pulling the stick out of her jacket.

"Why are you touching it?" Regina asked. "Now your fingerprints are on it too."

Emma shrugged. "I can get rid of them with magic. It's fine. But the point is that I found something that could lead us directly to our fire-starters, and I need to do it. Now."

Regina flicked her wrist, poofing the stick to an unknown destination. Or unknown to Emma anyway.

"Regina!" Emma exclaimed. "Bring that back. I need it for evidence."

"And I'll bring it back," Regina said. "When it's morning and you've actually slept in our bed. I know that you want to find whoever did this. But this isn't the way to do it."

Emma sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "How do we don't know that whoever set City Hall on fire isn't going to strike again?" Her eyes suddenly widened. "What if they come here?"

Regina reached out for her. "Emma-"

"They could come here," Emma said, panic starting to set in. "You could be home. Henry could be home. They could set the whole thing on fire! With you and Henry in it. I would lose both of you."

Regina reached out and grabbed Emma's face, gently forcing Emma's eyes to meet her own. "Nothing is going to happen to Henry and I. No one is going to burn down the house with us in it. I would most definitely poof Henry and I out as fast as possible and to safety. You need to take a deep breath and relax."

"I just want to find them," Emma whimpered.

"I know," Regina said. "I do too."

The next morning, Regina and Emma walked together into the station. Emma had finally agreed to sleep at home for the night, and actually felt refreshed enough to take care of things.

"You know, there's an easier way to do this," Regina said. "I could just put a locator spell on the stick and see where it takes us."

Emma stopped in her tracks. "You couldn't have suggested that last night?"

"If I had, would you have actually gone to sleep?" Regina countered.

Emma sighed. "No."

Regina smiled. "Exactly. Never underestimate my ability to know you well."

Emma held out the stick for Regina to take. "Care to do the honors? I get too worked up every time I look at it, so my magic would probably be all out of whack."

Regina took the stick gently from her and waved her hand over it. The fingerprints on it glowed purple before the stick started to float out of the station. Emma and Regina glanced at each other before running after it.

They eventually arrived at a house in one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. It was small, but homely. Inside was a group of men playing cards at the kitchen table. A woman walked into the room and set some snacks down before making a hasty exit.

"Is this the right place?" Regina asked. "They don't look very dangerous to me."

"Doesn't mean they aren't," Emma said. "Looks can be deceiving, trust me."

Regina smiled. "I do."

Emma smiled back at her before suddenly growing sober. "Come on. Let's go meet our fire-starters."

They walked together up to the door and Emma pounded on it. Regina reached out and squeezed her arm gently, taking a dramatic breath. Emma smiled sheepishly and breathed the same, calming down her anger.

The door swung open to reveal the woman who had dropped off the snacks earlier. Her eyes widened. After all, it wasn't everyday the mayor and sheriff came to visit.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked.

"We were hoping maybe your husband and his friends could explain this," Emma said, holding up the stick. "As well as why they wanted to set City Hall on fire."

"What's going on?" one of the men asked, walking out from the dining room. Upon seeing Emma and Regina, his eyes widened and he bolted.

Emma rolled her eyes and poofed herself directly into his path. "What are you doing? Running won't really solve anything."

"I didn't do anything," he said.

"Save it," Emma said, pulling out handcuffs and spinning him around. "You and your buddies will have plenty of time to talk later."

Emma looked triumphantly at the group of men sitting in the cell. They all glared at home another, blaming each other for being caught. Clearly they didn't understand the concept of magic.

"What are you going to do with them?" Regina asked.

Emma shrugged. "Put them in a burning building and see how they like it."

"Emma!' Regina scolded, hitting her gently.

Emma laughed. "I'm kidding. Although I do want to know why they did it."

"I know why," Regina said softly. "I recognize their ringleader. His village was one that I burned to the ground on my quest to ruin Snow's life. Everything comes full circle."

"Doesn't mean he had to try and kill you," Emma mumbled.

Regina chuckled. "Come on. Let's go get some lunch. We can even discuss what to do with those idiots."

Emma smiled and intertwined their fingers. "Sounds like a plan."