It was about forty-five minutes after Graham had left the hospital. He was sitting in his office at the Sheriff's station and was looking through the files he had found on Emma Swan. There weren't very many, but he had learned that she grew up in the foster system and had lived in many different places around the United States in the past few years. None of this was very useful for his investigation, although he had been able to find her driver's licence and a car that was registered in her name. If he was lucky, this was the car she had driven to Storybrooke tonight. If this was true then he could put out an alert on her plate number and they just might be able to find her before she got too far away.

Getting to work straight away, he notified the state police of the situation and gave them the information he had. After they had assured Graham that they would begin their search immediately, he grabbed his coat and keys and headed outside to question the townspeople, maybe someone had seen something that could be useful.

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"Where are we going?" Henry whined from his carseat.

"I haven't decided yet," Emma said thoughtfully. "What about Orlando? Do you want to live in Florida?"

"No!" Henry spat, unhappily.

"Come on, you'll love it there I promise!" Emma smiled, "It is warm and sunny all year, and it has Disney World! We could go there all the time, it'll be so much fun!"

"I don't want to go to Disney with you!" Henry pouted.

Emma frowned. "...I know right now you think you don't like me, but once you get to know me everything will be great. You'll see how much I love you, and you will love me too."

"I'll never love you, I hate you!" Henry folded his arms and made a face that only an angry three-year old can pull off.

Exhaling in frustration, Emma gave up. She had forgotten how stubborn three-year olds could be.

"Take me home! I want to see my mommy."

"We can't go back Henry, we have to keep going. So we can have our life together!" She smiled.

"But I wanna see..."

"She's dead! And she didn't love you. Trust me, I've had foster parents, they only take kids for their own benefit. As soon as the kid becomes too much work they throw them away. I will never do that to you Henry, I promise." Emma was on the verge of crying as she remembered her childhood.

"No... I don't believe you," Henry sniffed, "she can't be dead... And you're wrong, my mommy does love me."

"I'm sorry Henry but she's gone. Now you just need to forget about her and then we can move on and be happy."

Henry began to cry again, he didn't understand what was going on. His mother couldn't be dead, she would always be there for him no matter what. She would find him he was sure of it; and why was this strange woman telling him she was his mother? None of it made any sense. As he looked solemnly out of the window he saw a large road with lots of tall lights along the sides of it. He had never been on anything like this before, it gave off a wonderful orange glow that he was sure if he wasn't so distraught he would have found beautiful.

"What is this?" He asked quietly, but with interest.

"What's what?" Emma looked up at him in the rear-view mirror, her voice still a little shaky.

"This street, it doesn't look like the ones in Storybrooke."

"Oh..." She hadn't realised the boy had never been out of the little town before. "It's called a highway, it's how you can get from city to city really fast. Do you like it?"

"Mmhmm," Came his soft reply.

Emma was driving a lot faster than Regina ever did, and Henry watched the lights from both the highway and the growing number cars as they sped by. The rhythmical pattern they created had a somewhat calming effect on him and he was able to relax a little and enjoy the scenery.

Emma was relieved to see that Henry wasn't as upset as he was before, and she too relaxed into her seat as she continued to focus on driving. She found it cute that he was still young enough that there were a lot of ordinary things that were completely new to him. She would really enjoy showing him all of the amazing things this world had to offer.

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Graham entered the Storybrooke hospital and made his way to where they were treating Regina. He hadn't had much luck in questioning the townspeople. No one had seemed to notice anyone unusual, but even if they had it probably wouldn't have helped him much in the long run. He already knew what Emma Swan looked like from her records and Regina's description of her. And he already had her licence plate number. However there was still a small chance that she had not been driving the car that was registered to her.

Graham approached one of the nurses, "how is Mayor Mills doing?"

"She is still in surgery, but it looks like she is going to pull through alright. When he has the time I will ask Dr. Whale to come and talk to you." The nurse smiled comfortingly at Graham, who was relieved to hear that Regina was going to be ok. He went to sit down in the waiting room and wondered how Henry was holding up. He hoped the state police would be able to find the lad, he was so little for something like this to happen. Graham hoped he wasn't too frightened; he had witnessed Regina being shot hadn't he? That must have been horrible for him.

As he waited for Dr. Whale, Graham became lost in his thoughts. He wished he could be of more help in the search but it was honestly better if he let the state police do their job. If he tried to intervene it would only slow them down. Emma had definitely left Storybrooke right away so there was not much more he could do at this point. Someone needed to be here for Regina anyways, and he was more than happy to be that person.

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"Sheriff?" Came the faraway voice of Dr. Whale.

Graham groggily opened his eyes, he had fallen asleep on the visitor's couch and had obtained a stiff neck from the awkward position. As he rubbed the crick in his neck he stood up, "Is Regina alright? How did the surgery go?"

Dr. Whale smiled reassuringly, "Mayor Mills is going to be just fine. The surgery went very well and she is going to recover nicely. Regina was very lucky, neither of the bullets hit anything major so her healing process will be relatively quick, and if she is feeling up to it she can go home tomorrow. We will still send someone to check in on her every morning and night for the next few weeks just to be sure everything is healing properly and that she is taking care of herself. It would also be advisable to have someone to look after her when she first goes home, just in case of any incidents. Do you know of any friends or family that would be able to stay with her?"

Everything Dr. Whale had just said made Graham feel one hundred times better. Regina was definitely going to be ok. "Unfortunately Regina doesn't have any relatives close by," Graham lowered his voice, "and I don't believe she has many friends in town. If she wants I will be happy to stay with her, I'll sleep on the couch, I don't mind. I just want to be sure she is alright."

Dr. Whale nodded and said, "perfect! You can talk to her about that. She just woke up if you would like to see her now, it would be nice for her to have a friendly face. She has been through a lot tonight."

"Thank you, I will." Graham shook Dr. Whale's hand and as the man turned to leave Graham added, "And thank you. For everything."

Dr. Whale smiled and nodded, "I'm just happy we were able to help."

As Dr. Whale left, Graham walked slowly towards Regina's room, almost as if he were afraid of what he would find. As he got to the doorway he could see Regina reclining on the bed with a blanket pulled up to her chest. At first she appeared to be sleeping, but as Graham approached he could see that she was awake with her eyes cast downwards. There was an IV and heart monitor attached to her, and she was breathing somewhat heavily. But she was alive.

"Regina?" Graham asked softly as he came closer.

She lifted her eyes but her expression remained somber. There was no reply.

Graham couldn't think of what to say to her, everything he came up with seemed redundant. Finally he settled on: "Dr. Whale told me you are going to make a quick recovery. I'm happy to hear that." He gave her a small smile that she did not return. Seeing that her eyes were filling with tears he knelt down beside her and took her hand. "What is it?" Are you in any pain?"

Closing her eyes, Regina shook her head slowly.

Then Graham knew what was wrong, "it's Henry," he said simply.

Regina opened her eyes and looked at him, taking in a shaky breath. "What if she hurts him? He's so young..." Regina's expression was so desperate that Graham actually felt physical pain. He had no idea how to comfort her.

"Regina," Graham said quietly, but firmly. "You can't let yourself think like that. Henry is going to be fine. We will find him." Maybe trying to give her more hope was a bad idea, there was a possibility that they may never find Henry. Even worse, for all he knew Emma Swan could be a murderer.

A few of the tears broke free and ran down her cheeks, "what if I never get to see him again?" She sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

Graham got up then and sat on the edge of the bed, giving her a somewhat awkward hug so as not to hurt her. At his touch she stiffened, but after a small pause she responded by lightly wrapping her arms around his back. She gingerly lifted herself up in order to deepen their embrace, pressing her face against his shoulder. Regina had always been so strong-willed and tough, it was hard to see her in such distress. As Graham rubbed her back soothingly, he prayed that Henry would be found, safe and unharmed.

A/N: This is getting pretty Graham/Regina isn't it? I hope you are all ok with that! Thanks for continuing to read, please review and let me know what you think!