A/N: I was hoping to get this chapter up earlier today but I got a little distracted by Warehouse 13 on Netflix…

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. It's not exactly what I had in mind when I sat down to write it, but oh well.

A Fairy Dust Mystery

"Finally! Finally you decide to return my call and take up the case!" he grumbled. "I called you two weeks ago about this and you're only just 'getting round to it'? You're meant to be the Sheriff of this goddamn town!"

"No need to ask which dwarf you are," Emma muttered, the statement audible enough for Graham to hear and dig a sharp elbow into her ribs whilst he tried to restrain a smile. After shooting him an annoyed glance, Emma turned back to Grumpy and smiled as brightly as she could. "Grumpy, I'm so very sorry for the delayed response to your issue. As I'm sure you are aware there have been some other pressing issues that needed the Sheriff Station's utmost attention. But rest assured, Graham and I will find your missing fairy dust."

Emma didn't think she'd ever smiled so hard. It felt fake and phony on her face, and even inside her head her voice had sounded like one of those ever cheery women on a recorded message for one of those fake holidays you had supposedly won.

"I told you. It's not missing; someone stole it!" Grumpy growled, only calming down when the nun beside him took his arm and squeezed it reassuringly.

Emma exchanged a suspicious look with Graham.

"Wait, how do you know someone stole it?" Graham asked, holding up a hand.

"Dreamy saw them-"

"-Sorry, who?" Emma interrupted, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Dreamy," Astrid told her, nodding at Grumpy.

"Don't you dare," Grumpy warned Emma as she smirked and tried desperately not to burst out laughing.

Swallowing, she pushed aside her mirth, getting down to business only to be distracted by the walkie-talkie she only used with Henry blaring to life.

"Mom?"

"I'll just be a few seconds," Emma muttered to Graham, pulling the radio off her belt and walking outside towards the patrol car. "Yeah, Henry?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the hospital talking to Grumpy," she told him, leaning against the side of the car.

"You need to get to Granny's," Henry replied urgently.

"What? Why?"

"There's been a dust explosion!"

"Dust explosion?! Henry, I don't understand-"

"-Not just any dust, Emma! Fairy dust!"

"Well are you okay?"

"I'm…I'm fine," he answered after a slight hesitation. "I'm with Grandpa! Gotta go! Just hurry up and get here!" Before he put away his walkie-talkie, Emma could have sworn she heard him shout, "Grandpa duck!"

"Henry! Henry!"

All she got in reply was static. Panicking from his hesitation and following shout, Emma unlocked the patrol car and dived in. Starting the engine, she didn't even check her mirrors before reversing out of the parking space. As she changed gear, someone knocked loudly on her window.

"I think you're forgetting someone," Graham called, before walking around the car bonnet and sliding into the passenger seat, giving her a wolfish grin.

"We need to go," Emma blurted, revving the engine.

"Whoa, hold your horses. Care to explain what's going on? Because I thought we were going to find this stolen fairy dust…"

"Newsflash, the dust is at Granny's. Henry's there," Emma muttered, concentrating on driving since she was going at almost double the speed limit.

Chaos reigned at the diner. The tables and chairs outside had been knocked over. Red, Henry and James were hunched over behind the fence, hiding from the animals that had appeared from nowhere and were running rampant around the diner.

Emma and Graham climbed out of the patrol car in a daze.

"What on earth happened?"

"Magic," Red answered Emma. "It's going to take days to right this damage."

"But where did all these chickens come from?"

"Whoever bombed the diner with the fairy dust made the produce come alive. All these chickens…they were the eggs in everyone's breakfast," James explained. "But if you think this is bad, you should see the inside of the diner. Cows, pigs, feathers everywhere. Granny's still trying to shoo them all out."

"I don't get it," Graham muttered. "Why would someone target Granny's with fairy dust?"

"A grudge," Emma suggested.

"Who would have a grudge against Granny though?" James asked. "She's never done a bad thing in her life."

"Can you think of anyone, Red?"

Red thought for a few moments, but there was no-one in Storybrooke or the Enchanted Forest who hated her grandmother.

"No, there's no-one," she finally told Graham.

"What about Captain Hook?" Henry interjected.

"What about him?" Emma asked. The grandmother of Red Riding Hood and Captain Hook were totally unrelated, weren't they?"

"Well he and Granny knew each other, didn't they?"

"They did?" Red questioned, shocked and surprised by the revelation.

"They were brother and sister," Henry told them all slowly. "We need to go and get my book."

Red and James stayed behind to clear up the diner and shoo away the rest of the animals, leaving Emma and Graham to take Henry to get his book.

"So if Captain Hook is Granny's brother, why would he want to attack the diner? And why would he steal the fairy dust?" Emma asked.

"They don't get along," her son admitted. "That's why he became a pirate. Look, it's right here in the book." Emma took the book of fairytales from her son's hands and looked for herself. The picture on the left hand side clearly showed a young girl and boy shouting and arguing. But there was no hook on the boy's hand. After pointing that out, Henry said, "He didn't lose his hand until after he became a pirate – you know with the crocodile."

"But if he's a pirate, then why is he on land here in Storybrooke and not in a boat out in the sea?"

Henry shrugged. That was something he didn't know the answer to for once. "But I think he's been here a while. Didn't Rumplestiltskin say the other week that someone broke into his shop and stole a hook?"

Graham dug out his notebook and flipped through to find the pages concerning the case Henry was referring to.

"Yep, a hook was in the inventory of items stolen…"

"Thanks, Henry," Emma murmured before turning and saying to Graham, "We need to go and find Hook."

After wandering around town though, Emma and Graham were none the wiser on how to find Hook.

"Alright, come on, let's just go and see him," Emma finally muttered.

"Who?"

"You know who I'm talking about," she replied, her mouth set in a straight line. She was not keen on the idea, but it was the only one she had.

"Why would going to see Rumplestiltskin help us at all?"

"He knows everything that goes on in this town."

"Fine," Graham sighed, following as Emma led the way to the pawnbroker's shop.

By the time they came out, they had their lead and were heading out across the other side of town to the dingiest bar Storybrooke had. Inside sat a host of storybook characters you would never want to meet. Cruella de Ville, the Blind Witch, the Queen of Hearts, the Pied Piper, Gaston, and finally Captain Hook skulked around the bar.

"Hey, Hook, we want a word," Graham called, earning him and Emma everyone's attention.

"Where's the dust?" Emma asked, plonking herself down on a barstool.

He laughed. "You think I have it?"

"We know you bombed your sister's diner this morning. Where's the rest of the dust you stole from the fairies?"

"I assure you, I don't have it. I admit, I paid my sister a visit and left a surprise behind; but the fairy dust I used was given to me by a…business partner of peculiar origin."

Emma bit her tongue, glaring at the perpetrator. "Who?"

"I don't know her name. I've never even met her in person," he replied, staring into his empty glass.

"Another rum, Smee!" he commanded, thumping his hook onto the bar, sending the bartender scurrying around to fulfil his order.

"How did you get in contact with her?" Emma asked.

"By telephone. What were you expecting? Messages in bottles? Morse Code?" he answered sarcastically, holding his hook up to the dim light to inspect the piece of cork from his mat stuck to the end.

"Enough games," Graham said, stepping forwards and grabbing Hook by the front of his jacket. "Give us the number."

"Oh, I'm so intimidated, Huntsman." Hook yawned. "But I'm feeling generous. Tell you what I'll give you the location of our next meet. It's in, oh about fifteen minutes time."

"Where?" Emma demanded, getting more and more annoyed with him by the second.

"Right here," Hook drawled, gesturing around the bar.

Emma turned to Graham. "So what do we do?"

"We wait and see who turns up," he told her. "We need to find out who's responsible for this. You didn't hear it, but Grumpy made a few threats if we didn't get Nova's fairy dust back to her…"

Emma and Graham settled into a booth at the back of the bar, hidden so far in shadow that anyone who entered probably wouldn't see them.

After exactly twelve minutes, Emma had been checking her watch, the front door opened and someone with a hooded cloak on walked inside. Graham and Emma exchanged a nod, silently counting down. One. Two. Three. Go! As one, they stood and leapt towards the hooded person, grabbing them and pulling down the hood of their navy coat, revealing the face of the Mother Superior.

"What are you doing here?" Emma asked.

Scrambling for an excuse, the Blue Fairy stuttered.

"Empty your pockets," Emma instructed.

Reluctantly, the Blue Fairy dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out what was left of the fairy dust – a measly hand-sized pouch of it.

"You're coming with us."

Graham cuffed her and they left the Rabbit Hole bar, forcing the former Mother Superior into the patrol car head first.

Emma had no idea where Graham was going as he drove. It still wasn't clear to her when they pulled up outside someone's house. She only realised what Graham was doing when the curtain in one of the windows of the house twitched and she saw Grumpy's face poking through.

"Come on, you," Emma said to the Blue Fairy, helping her out of the car.

"Have you got it?" Grumpy asked eagerly, running out from the house with Nova hot on his heels.

"This," Graham replied, holding up the pouch of fairy dust, "is all that's left of it, but yes."

"Who stole it?" Nova asked.

"You're looking at her," Emma told them, nodding towards the cuffed fairy.

Nova gasped and staggered into Grumpy's arms, the two of them stunned by the Blue Fairy's villainy. Emma herself didn't even understand it. It was a complete and total mystery. A fairy dust mystery.

Reunion (Chapter 2) – Same day as the breaking of the curse

Witch Hunt chapter (Chapter 12) – Same Day as the breaking of the curse

Parents together (Chapter 6) – 1 day later

Wooden Man (Chapter 8) – 2 days later

The Big Bad Wolf (Chapter 4) – 2 days later

Up Goes the Beanstalk (Chapter 7) – 1 week later

Hiking trip (Chapter 9) – 1 and ½ weeks late

Huntsman (Chapter 3) – 2 weeks later

Storming (Chapter 1) – 1 month later

Whole town chapter (Chapter 11) – 1 month later

Dreaming (Chapter 5) – 5 weeks later

A Fairy Mystery (Chapter 10) – 5 weeks later

A/N: So let me know what you think!

Thanks for reading! Much love, SabreDae

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