AN: See I promised to update more regularly! Hope you enjoy the chapter :)

"Gaston I said I was sorry!"

Belle followed Gaston's storming figure into his messy apartment. They were just getting back from the day spent at The Heart and Gaston was still pouting about her leaving him for lunch. Apparently he felt she didn't appreciate him or some nonsense.

He had barely said two words to her since she and Tamara had come back from lunch arm in arm. Together they had sat in pained silence for several hours while he worked. She spent half the time watching him cop names and information from one spreadsheet to another and the other half going over what she had overheard Regina and Jones talking about. "Are you going to ignore me all night?"

"I can't believe that you just left me like that Belle. Fucking Mendel though it was hilarious. It wasn't hilarious, it was humiliating Belle! You just fucking left, and with that bitch Tamara too! What were you thinking Belle?"

"I was thinking that you wanted me to meet your friends. I was trying to make a good first impression. I was trying to be a good girlfriend!"

"Well you weren't! I said my friends Belle, my friends! Not Tamra and those idiots down in catering. I just can't believe you Belle!"

Belle glared at Gaston who glared right back. She really hadn't done anything wrong, it wasn't her fault his ego was so fragile. However this wasn't the time to argue with him, she still needed him. One rip into The Heart and a budding friendship with Tamara wasn't good enough to get back in on her own. She needed their trust which meant she needed Gaston to keep inviting her back, and that meant she needed him to be happy with her.

Sighing she dropped her hands from where they had been planted on her hips and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked contritely up at him. "I really am sorry Gaston. I just wanted them to like me. Please don't be too upset with me." When he didn't respond, instead he kept glaring at the wall over her head, she stood on tip toes and pressed kisses along his jaw and rubbing his back the way she knew he liked. "Please baby? You know I didn't mean to upset you." Finally she felt the tension bleed out of him and his arms found their way around her own waist. "Fine, but next time please at least try to behave yourself." Behave herself, like she was an insubordinate child rather than a woman with her own mind and thoughts. Biting back a remark that would surely land her in hot water Belle mealy nodded.

With Gaston no longer ready to bite her head off for the smallest things Belle let her mind wander back to Regina, Jones, and the conversation she overheard. Something about a boy named Bae and someone named Gold. They wanted to Gold person to work on something but apparently he was refusing unless he saw the Bae person. It sound liked they were using this 'Bae' as leverage to get Gold to work. If they were able to use Bae as leverage then Gold was probably his father, why else would the boy's fate batter to him otherwise? And if Gold required leverage, especially one so precious as his son's life, then he obviously wasn't doing this work, whatever it happened to be, voluntarily. It wouldn't be the first time the Soviets had used forced labor, she remembered several classes on the former Gulag camps, especially the Sharashka ones. If they had someone this important then she really should learn more about it. Regina had agreed to a meet between this Bae and Gold at some cabin, but Belle had no idea what cabin, where it was, or how to find it. If only she had been someone who would know...

Belle looked over at Gaston who was watching football while working his way through a beer. Well Gaston never had been able to hold his tongue when drunk. She had only encountered him like it twice but they were the times she had gotten the closest to getting him to open up about The Heart. Maybe, just maybe, if she got him drunk enough she would be able to pry some answers out of him. She didn't expect much, he was only a low level mercenary, but anything would help. "Another beer Baby?"

Belle spent the next few hours feeding Gaston beer after beer, occasionally taking drink of her own so to not seem too suspicious. Soon, but not as soon as she would have liked, Gaston's eyelids began to droop, his speech began to slur, and his tongue began to loosen.

"S-s-so many s-secrets Belley! We have s-so many secrets! I thunk we've got a s-secret about how many secrets we've got."

"Really?"

"Yesss! Everyone has a secret! Do you have a secret Belley?"

"Not from you Baby."

Gaston gave her a huge goofy grin, it would have been comical if she wasn't so focused on her goal. "What about Regina? Does she have secrets?"

"She's full of them. They make her hair so fluffy. Queen of Fluffy Hair Secrets!"

He was starting to lose it. She really needed to push him if she was going to get answers. "Tell me more about Regina Baby. Is she married? Does she have kids?"

"She has a kid. No the kid. The golden boy! Bayleaf! No no no, that's not right. Hayfire! No, no I got this don't tell me, Baelfire!"

Now they were finally on the right track. "Baelfire, is he her son?"

"No he's the golden son."

"Golden son?"

"No, Gold's son! Listen, listen, listen Belley. Bayleaf is Golden's son!"

"Who's Gold?"

"Gold's the guy!"

Oh this was going just great. 'The guy.' She handed him another 12 oz. And watched him chug it down. "Gold's the guy?"

"Yeah the guy with the guns and hook."

"He has guns and a hook?"

"No silly. Hook has Gold and Gold makes the guns."

Hook had to be Jones. She had never heard him called that before but it made sense given his rather unique prostitute. "So where's Hook?"

"Gold's cabin near the wishy well!"

A cabin in the woods near a well. That definitely narrowed it down some. Tomorrow was Friday, she was supposed to go to 'visit her father' so she'd be free from Gaston. She'd check out Jefferson's map collection and try and find this cabin. Then tomorrow night she'd get a look at what was truly going on within the inner circle of The Heart.