Memories
"Adrian?"
This was the third time Sheriff Graham had called the Consulting Detective's Name. Adrian was slowly pulled out of his Mind Palace, though very unhappily. "Hello, Sheriff. Which is it?"
Confused, Graham asked, "Which what?"
"Which of your excuse for bothering me today are you using?" Adrian inquired. "Do you have a stupid case for me to solve or are you conducting a drugs bust?"
"When have I conducted a drugs bust on you?"
"Am I under arrest or not?"
Graham sighed. Sometimes the Detective could be so annoying. "No, you are not under arrest, and I do not have a case for you."
"Dang." Adrian groaned. "This town can be so dull."
"As opposed to what?" Graham asked, sitting down on a chair across from Adrian's.
Adrian paused, as if trying to find something in his memories. He finally settled on, "Why are you asking?"
"Henry." Graham muttered. "Henry's book… the one with the fairytales in it… I think it's all true."
"Really?" Adrian looked at him. "And you came to this conclusion how?"
"Memories." Graham said. "Starting when–" he stopped here. Perhaps it wasn't wise to inform the least tactful person in Storybrooke that he kissed Emma. "I keep getting flashes. Flashes of a different life. I remember wolves… and… I was about to hurt Mary Margaret."
Adrian nodded. "And you've been to see Mary Margaret already?"
Graham nodded. "She told me about Henry's book. I've seen you and Henry before with the book, when I drove by Granny's on the day Emma became deputy. I didn't want to directly ask the boy, but–"
"You should." Adrian interrupted. "Directly ask him, I mean."
Graham paused.
"Regina doesn't have to know." Adrian told him. "I saw her heading towards the Sheriff's station just a few minutes ago. She hasn't returned, so I assume she was looking for Emma. After that, she'll probably come here. You have enough time to ask Henry everything you want to know. Besides, I deleted most of the book anyway. I wouldn't know anything."
Graham highly doubted that Adrian would delete something that a friend built his life upon, but he nodded anyway.
"Well, hurry along, then." Adrian told the Sheriff. "You don't have that long."
"Thank you." Graham told him before going out.
The door slammed shut. I should probably remember to lock it. Adrian thought. Then he said to himself, "Huntsman."