The front lights reflected off of the yellow Volkswagen Bug parked just in front of it. It was different and intriguing with its Massachusetts license plate with the number "835-M4X" engraved in bold, red letters. Andrew knew instantly who it belonged to; the new girl, the one Henry brought back from Boston. Emma. He turned off his police car and stepped out and inspected the new vehicle more closely. Through the window he found a box of items inside, an item at the top was a white, hand-knitted blanket with the name Emma stitched into one of the corners. Going for an eight hour drive to return a ten year old boy to his mother and made sure to pack that, she has trust issues. Why else pack that for a simple drive instead of just leaving it at home behind locked doors? If that is the case, then why did she pack only that? Unless she isn't one to pack a lot, a light traveler. From the looks of her tires, it was obvious that she did a lot of driving. What for? What could cause someone to do a lot of traveling? Taking cargo from one place to another would require something a lot bigger than a Bug, traveling for the fun of it was out of the question (no one could travel that much without getting paid). Of course, it's obvious, she's a bail bonds-person. She's paid to travel the country in pursuit of fugitives. Judging by the fact that one of the few items she packed was a baby blanket, she clearly became a bails bonds-person because there was only two people she really wanted to find: her parents. They must have abandoned her when she was a baby, leaving only the blanket for a clue. There's a very high probability that she's a loner, independent type of person, most people in that sort of situation become that type of person. Andrew proceeded to look at the front seat. Henry took the front, passenger seat and left a storybook on the seat. That was the book missing from the shelf. Out of all of the books, why did he take a book of fairy tales? What was so important about fairy tales? Andrew couldn't figure it out and it bothered him. Silently he beat himself up in his mind. How could he be so bored when a mystery was right under his nose the entire time? In attempts to make himself feel better, he moved on to the driver's seat. Emma was one point six meters tall, judging by the distance between the seat and the pedals. By the indentations in the steering wheel, Andrew could tell she was rather annoyed about having to come here in the first place. From all he gathered, he could tell she wasn't one to give up easily, so Henry would have had to work hard to get her to come. Why was it so important for him to get her to Storybrooke, Maine? Why specifically Emma? Deciding that the only option left for solving this was to meet Emma in person, Andrew left the cars alone and entered the mayor's house.

"Can't you knock?" Regina snapped at Andrew as he walked into the house unannounced.

"I can, I just choose not to," he calmly replied as he eyed the new face. She had long, blonde hair that was in almost perfect curls at the bottom, the drive must have diminished some of the curls. Probably got home from a date that didn't end well, considering she was very annoyed on the drive here. A request from a ten year old wouldn't get someone like this on edge, not unless something happened before they showed up. Her combo of a red jacket, jeans, and boots indicated that she was more of a tom-boy than a girly-girl. Her favorite color was probably red, there were still signs of red lipstick on her lips, probably something she put on for the date that didn't end well. Most likely she wore a red dress on that date. Andrew merely smiled and reached his hand out to her, "you must be Emma. I'm Andrew."

"Yeah," Emma replied as she shook his hand, "nice to meet you." Clearly she's not a social butterfly, definitely the type of person to get directly in your face when you get on her nerves. He liked her already and wished she would stay, just because he knew she'd make things more interesting around here. Looking more closely at her jeans, he instantly figured it out. Emma is Henry's birth mother, he must have figured out who she was and where she would be. Clever boy.

"Madame Mayor," Graham declared as he walked down the stairs, "you can relax. Other than being a tired, little boy, he's fine."

"Thank you, deputy," Regina gratefully responded and then glanced at Andrew, "and sheriff." Andrew and Graham took it as their cue to leave.

Sherlock sat on his throne, smoking his pipe, not speaking a word. It had been three days since John heard a single word from his friend.

"What is it?" John finally asked as he handed Sherlock a cup of tea, "You haven't spoken for days. What's bothering you? It couldn't possibly be Irene, you were a chatter-box on the way home."

"I need a walk," Sherlock responded, slightly relieving John. He set the cup of tea on the table and stood up, putting his coat and scarf on, "thank you for the tea."

"Anytime," was all John could say, he was too startled and confused by Sherlock's sudden decision to go for a walk.

Sherlock walked outside and into the busy streets of the city, keeping his head down, and his deer stalker hat on his head. It was time to think. Moriarty was on the move, obsessed with this thing he called "a game." What was his goal? What did he want? It was only until he stepped out of the city walls did he realize what it was. Sherlock's death. He was going to die. There had to be a way out of it, someway he could survive but temporarily look dead. What could he do? He relaxed as an idea popped into his head.

"So you're Henry's mother," Andrew could hear Marco's voice down the hall as he decided what he wanted out of the vending machine this time, "how nice for him to have you back in his life."

"Actually, I was just dropping him off," Emma's voice responded. Andrew frowned, she's not staying and making things more exciting for him. Graham walked past Andrew and discreetly took the keys off of his belt.

"You know, stealing is a crime," Andrew stated, his eyes not moving from the selection of chips.

"Still can't get away with it," Graham sighed, "mind if I let Leeroy out?"

"Not at all, his pointless remarks are getting on my nerves."

"Don't blame ya," Leeroy sneered, already annoying Andrew all over again, "they're all brats. Who needs them?"

"Well I'd give anything for one," Marco replied in every child's defense, even though none were present (another endeavor Andrew found pointless), "my wife and I, we tried for many years, but uh, it was not meant to be."

"Well cry me a river."

Andrew purchased a bag of Cheetos and entered the main room with Graham. Plopping down on the couch, he popped open the bag and began to eat one chip at a time as he observed the scene before him.

"Leeroy," Graham interrupted the conversation as he walked over to Leeroy's cell, "I'm going to let you out, but you need to behave." With the screech of the metal hinges swinging the cell door open, Graham continued as Leeroy exited the cell, "give me a smile, and stay out of trouble." Leeroy gave Graham an obviously fake smile before exiting the building nonchalantly.

"Seriously?" Emma spoke up, a little annoyed that she was still behind bars.

"Apparently, Regina's drinks are stronger than we thought," Graham explained, giving Emma a rather apologetic look. Andrew watched Graham and soon came to the conclusion that Graham liked Emma a lot more than he did.

"I wasn't drunk, there was a wolf in the middle of the road."

"A wolf?" Andrew jumped into the conversation, disappointed in the fact his bag was already empty, "we don't have wolves in Storybrooke."

"Sheriff," Regina's panicking voice could be heard from the door as she hurried into the room.

"What now?" Andrew snapped at Regina.

"What is it, Madame Mayor?" Graham asked, trying to undo what Andrew already did with his rudeness.

"Henry's run away," Regina looked at Emma in surprise, "what is she doing here? Do you know where he is?"

"Lady, I haven't seen him since I dropped him off at your house and," Emma put her hands on the cold, metal bars, "I have a pretty good alibi."

"Yeah, well, he wasn't in his room this morning."

"Did you try his friends?"

"He doesn't really have any, he's kind of a loner."

"Every kid has friends."

Andrew watched Emma as her green eyes lost contact with Regina's as she spoke the last sentence. Instantly making theories and deducing, he came to the conclusion that Emma had been hurt in her life by more than just her parents abandoning her. There was more to her, a lot more.

"Did you check his computer?" Emma continued, returning her eye contact with Regina, "if he's close to someone, he'd be e-mailing them."

"And you know this how?" Regina impatiently asked.

"She's a bail bonds-person, finding people is what she does," Andrew answered for Emma.

"How did you know that?" Emma's gaze moved over to Andrew, a look of surprised confusion on her face.

"Your car," Andrew calmly answered, transferring his attention to the crumbs at the bottom of his bag. Henry is still in Storybrooke and Emma could find him, there was no further need for him to fret over it. He already knew Henry ran off to get Emma's attention again and would just escape again if Andrew or Graham found him. There was a few seconds of silence before Emma cleared her throat and broke the silence.

"Anyway, if you let me out, I'll help you find him."

"Reul Ghorm," Sherlock called out in the darkness of the Enchanted Forest. At the sounds of little wings, he turned around to find a little fairy in front of him. She was wearing a blue gown with ribbons falling out of the bottom, making her look like a jelly fish, her brown hair was tied up in a large bun.

"Sherlock?" Reul Ghorm smiled as she remained at eye level with the detective, "this is a surprise."

"I have a problem, the probability of me dying because of it is very high. Can you help me?"

"Of course," Reul Ghorm pulled out her wand and pointed it at Sherlock. Blue dust came out of the wand and spiraled around Sherlock, "with this enchantment, you can survive two fatal blows. You'll appear to be dead to anyone for as long as you need. To end the appearance of being dead all you have to do is wake up."

"Thank you."

Andrew sat on a red stool at Granny's Diner, treating himself to a glass of scotch on rocks. Everyone couldn't shut up about Emma and how she returned Henry to Regina twice in twenty-four hours. It was annoying. They wouldn't leave Andrew alone, always asking questions that he knew didn't matter. What does she look like? Is the Bug hers? How much does Henry look like her? Where did she come from? What's her favorite color?

"Shut up!" Andrew finally snapped at the group around him. Immediately they all dispersed and returned to their daily routine. The bell rang as someone entered the diner, with just a glance Andrew figured out it was Henry with his book. Henry carefully climbed up the stool next to Andrew and sat down on it.

"Ruby, I need a hot chocolate with cinnamon for the little guy," Andrew demanded, taking advantage of the moment to treat Henry for giving him a rather exciting night. "Got your book back, I see."

"Yeah," Henry hesitantly answered as Ruby set the mug of hot chocolate in front of Henry, "thanks, Ruby." Looking over at Andrew with confusion, he asked what was on his mind, "how did you know about the book?"

"I saw it in Emma's car last night. Obviously you left it there on purpose,"Andrew answered as he took the final sip of scotch.

"How do you know that?"

"Out of all of the books in your room, you packed the biggest and heaviest one. Clearly it's important to you, so you wouldn't leave it anywhere on accident, which means your leaving it in her car was deliberate."

"Are you Sherlock Holmes?"

"No, I'm Andrew Smith."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes."

Reul Gorhm flew over to Sherlock as he watched John leave the cemetery.

"Shouldn't you tell him you're alive?" She politely asked.

"If I thought that I should tell him, then I would have by now," Sherlock calmly replied as he lit his pipe.

"While you were talking with Moriarty, there was something happening at the castle."

"Snow White and Prince James' wedding, I already know."

"Well, there was more than that. Regina appeared and threatened to take away everyone's happy endings. If she succeeds, then all will be lost. Shouldn't you and your friend be happy while you can?"

Sherlock fell silent, pondering on what Reul Gorhm told him. Finally he answered her question.

"He'll be happy, he's very good at finding happiness."