Emma sipped her coffee as she walked into the station. Chances are today would be like every other day in Storybrooke: nothing exciting.

The most exciting case that Emma and David had ever handled was finding Leroy after he had gotten drunk and then run off, starting fires throughout the town. Other than that, the only other recurring case was Pongo running away.

"Anything?" Emma asked, sitting down at her desk.

David shook his head. "No reports of anything overnight, and nothing yet this morning. I have high hopes that maybe Leroy is seeing Archie for his drinking."

"Are we talking about the same Leroy?" Emma asked.

"Good point," David said. "Maybe he just told me that to get me off his case."

Emma laughed. "That sounds more accurate."

She and David both set to work on paperwork that Regina gave them just to occupy their time and help them earn their pay. Not that they needed to. There really weren't any bills in Storybrooke since Regina had created it all.

By lunchtime, Emma could have sworn that she was losing brain cells. Paperwork was so dull, and she had nothing to show for her hard work except for the huge pile of papers with her signature.

"Is it bad that I'm wishing for a murder?" Emma asked.

David laughed. "Not when I'm wishing for the same thing."

"Maybe if we did the murder that would make things more interesting," Emma said. "Plot twist, it was the sheriffs."

"Don't think Regina would take too kindly to that," David said, signing another paper.

They both laughed. Boredom always led to desperation.

At that moment, a little piece of paper flew into the room and landed right in front of Emma. Emma looked at it skeptically before picking it up and unfolding it. Magic items always made her nervous.

I love you

Emma smiled. There was only one person who could have written that. Or at least she hoped it was the person she was thinking of.

Looking closer at the note, Emma noticed that there was an arrow pointing to the edge of the paper. Flipping it over, Emma read the next part of the note.

My message will disappear within 10 seconds. After it's gone, write yours down and whisper my name. The paper will know where to go.

Regina

Emma smiled even wider. This was like passing notes back and forth, only it was with magic and they were in different parts of town.

Once Regina's message was gone, Emma wrote down hers and sent it back to Regina. If David noticed the goofy smile on her face, he didn't say anything.

The flying note passed back and forth between Regina and Emma all day, usually just little messages about their day or how much they couldn't wait to see the other later. They could have texted, but Emma liked the more romantic approach of the little notes.

By the time Emma headed home, the note had been passed back and forth about 200 times. It had been a good day.

"I'm guessing by the smile on your face that you enjoyed the notes?" Regina asked, walking in behind Emma.

"Very much so," Emma said. "Probably the most exciting part of my day."

"You know, I could create some cases for you," Regina said.

"Pity cases?" Emma asked. "I don't think David would appreciate those."

"Not pity cases," Regina said. "There are genuinely some people in town that I would love to murder. Would add a nice plot twist if I happened to leave something of my sisters lying in the scene of the crime."

Emma burst out laughing. "You can't actually do that."

"I know," Regina said, chuckling. "But the look on your face was totally worth the suggestion."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Not that I would protest is Zelena just happened to turn up somewhere. Or didn't show up. That part would be up to you."

Regina laughed. "Everyone would know that it was me."

Emma shrugged. "Worth it."