A/N: Hello dears! I'm very excited about this chapter. It's been my favourite to work on so far. I really hope you enjoy it and I would love it if you reviewed.

It ends on a bit of a cliffhanger though…don't hate me.

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CHAPTER 7

"Oh shit!"

Emma stared at the newspaper in her shaking hands. The front page headline read in bold 'EMMA AND REGINA'S S&M SECRET EXPOSED.' Her mind whirled. How could this have happened? Who leaked this?

Regina glanced over her shoulder as she fixed her hair in the bedroom mirror. "What's causing such crude language this morning, Miss Swan?"

Emma swallowed, stammering out. "Babe…you…you need to see this."

Regina's heels clicked on the floor as she walked to the bed, her brows furrowed in concern. She sat on the edge, and froze when her eyes landed on the newspaper. She sucked in a sharp breath, panic flashing in her eyes. "How…?" she whispered.

"I…I don't know."

There was a tense silence, before Regina spoke again. "Who did this?"

Emma sighed, "No idea…but I'm going to find out." She stood from the bed, dressing quickly. "Could you go pick up the kid and take him to my parents? I just won't be able to relax until I know who did this to us."

Regina nodded, "Alright. Just…don't do anything drastic. We don't want an even bigger problem on our hands."

"Relax babe, I'm not going to beat anyone up."

Regina raised a doubtful brow, crossing her arms. "Really?"

Emma sighed in defeat, "Fine. I'm going to try not to."

OOO

The bell above the door of Granny's diner tinkled as Emma stormed inside. She ignored the several people staring at her and whispering, her furious gaze focused on one man in particular. "Gold! Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Rumpelstiltskin dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "Well, Miss Swan," he greeted smoothly, "Good morning. It's quite brave of you to come here…considering the current story in the papers."

Emma slammed her wrinkled newspaper down on the table in front of him. Her eyes blazed with hate, "I know it was you."

The imp showed no reaction. "That's quite the accusation. Do you have any proof?"

She pointed to small print at the bottom of the page, "Here. It says 'story supplied by Mr. Gold.'"

Rumpelstiltskin sat back in his chair. "It seems you've caught me, Sheriff. I went through Regina's search history, and sent my findings to the papers. Is it my fault that she doesn't delete her history?"

Emma pulled her handcuffs from her belt and pulled the man to his feet. She forced both his hands behind his back, "Don't make me use magic," she warned.

"What, may I ask, are you arresting me for?"

"What you did wasn't only wrong, but illegal. Didn't think of that, did you?"

Rumpelstiltskin's mouth twitched into a secretive smile as the blonde led him out of the diner. "No, I suppose I didn't."

OOO

Locking the door of Rumple's cell in the Sheriff's Station, Emma snatched up her phone. She scrolled through her contacts until she came to a familiar number. "Regina, I found who did it."

"Wonderful. Who was it?"

Emma took a deep breath, "Gold." There was silence on the other end. "Regina…Regina…babe…you okay?"

"Yes. Where is he now?"

The blonde held back a shiver. Regina's voice had been calm…unsettlingly calm. "Um…he's here at the station. I locked him up."

She heard Regina take a deep breath in and out, obviously trying to calm down. "Excellent. Well, now that part of this ugly mess has been dealt with, how about you come over to my house? Henry is with your parents."

Emma's heart raced with panic. "Does…does he know about…?"

"No. Not yet, anyway. But you know our son, he always has a way of finding things out. It's inevitable."

Emma hung up the phone. After checking that someone would keep an eye on Rumple, she climbed into her car and raced towards her parents' house. Oh Henry, please don't hate us.

OOO

Rumpelstiltskin sat on the bed of his cell that night, tapping a finger on the hard mattress. He was bored, being confined to such a small space with little to do. Arg, when is Miss Swan going to be back? Watching her suffer is so entertaining.

Suddenly, the dead silence was broken by the door opening. Curious, Rumpelstiltskin listened as someone walked into the room. Then, the door was closed and a handbag was placed on the sheriff's desk.

As the stranger walked towards him, Rumple could pick up a very distinct and familiar sound.

High heels.

A sharp, blood red nail was pressed against his lips. "Sshh," cooed a menacing voice. "Honestly Rumple, I'm surprised that an experienced con-man like you forgot about something. One very important thing."

The figure gripped his arm tightly, nails digging in to his flesh. Rumple was pulled to his feet. He found himself staring into dark eyes, filled with rage. A dark chuckle echoed through the room.

Rumple was thrust against the bars, and the figure leant in close. Her painted red lips were close to his ear. She gave a sinister smile and whispered, voice laced with malice.

"You never threaten what The Evil Queen holds dear."