A/N: warning….implied sexual assault in this chapter. Not graphic

Sidney Glass was not at home, and Robin did just as he said-he broke in the door.

The apartment was spotless to be occupied by a single man. Everything was in order. There weren't even any dishes in the sink or in the dishwasher. Robin thought he smelled cleaning products.

"He's cleaned in here recently." Emma apparently noticed the same. "That's not a good sign." She watched Robin tighten his hands into fists. "Look around. See if you find evidence he had someone here against their will-or any sign of Regina."

The apartment was not large. It did not take them long to go through it. They found nothing. No blood, no hair, no women's clothing or items, nothing.

"She hasn't been here." Robin returned to the silent living room. "If he's got her, he's got her somewhere else."

"Yeah, but where?" Emma asked. And Robin had no answer to that.

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Sidney finished pushing the last pin beneath Regina's nail and listened to her gasping cry. She'd full on screamed at first, but when she realized he wasn't stopping they'd eventually flattened to weak, high-pitched cries.

He was pleased. Not only was she in complete agony, but he'd now opened her to who knew how many infections. His fun for the evening wasn't over, but he'd give her a small break.

"Don't squirm too much." He told her. "You'll push those pins in deeper. I'll be back to get them out in a little while. Relax. Don't do anything you'll regret."

He took a moment to lock the cell door before disappearing upstairs.

It wasn't until she'd heard the upstairs door close that Regina let her tears fall. Her head hurt, her throat hurt, but her hands actually weren't that bad if she didn't move them.

However, once infection set in they'd hurt a lot. Now she had an untreated concussion, and a risk for infection.

There was nothing to make her feel better. This could always get worse. Much worse.

And it was about to.

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"Sidney couldn't have pulled any of this off without help." They were back in the sheriff's station. Robin was anxious because another night was coming on. Regina had been gone for three nights. If she wasn't dead, he was sure she was hurt.

But he didn't feel she was dead. If someone had given him evidence that was not her body to try and convince him she was dead, he never would have believed it. Inside of him, he knew Regina was alive. But he needed to get to her before that feeling died away.

"No, he couldn't have." David had gone home for a little while to help Snow with the baby, but he was back now. Snow had been adamant about his returning to help with the search. She wanted her stepmother located immediately.

"Could you feel it?" Robin looked at him. "Could you feel it if Snow was missing? Would you know if she was in danger?"

"Absolutely." David responded without hesitation. "Robin, we are going to find her. But I can't imagine what you're going through right now."

Robin stared down at his hands. A small part of him felt ashamed. He still had a wife.

But nothing would stop his love for Regina-he'd seen that to be true. He was going to have a life with her. This was just a small roadblock.

"Who would have helped him?" Robin looked up. Emma was sitting by herself. He had no idea if she was listening, or if she was simply lost in her own thoughts.

"Gold." David suggested. "He could have gone to him before everything went down."

"No," Emma apparently was listening, "Gold was too caught up in himself. He's generally not that interested in Regina. It had to be someone else."

"But who?!" Robin exclaimed in frustration.

"Ingrid," Emma looked over at him, "she had reason to help Sidney. He helped her, she gave him something in return. And she didn't give a damn when he did it because Regina was just a casualty to her. She needed her gone anyway for her plan to work. So if Sidney killed her, big deal.

"But Ingrid's dead," David brought up the obvious point, "so wouldn't any magic she had used be broken with that?"

"I guess it depends on what kind she used." Emma mused.

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Sidney had removed the pins from her nail beds. Now her fingers hurt. Regina had read all the hazards about infections from manicures. She knew how quickly they could get infected-and she was sure they already were.

She felt nauseous, but she wasn't sure if that was hunger or injury. And she was cold-freezing cold. Her entire body ached, and now she was beginning to believe that things couldn't get much worse.

She was very, very wrong.

Sidney entered the cell. She didn't bother to look up. She was concentrating now how much blood her arms must have lost, and if they'd ever fully get their circulation back.

"How are you feeling?" Sidney was kneeling before her. She felt his hand on her thigh, and that she did not like.

"Just kill me." Regina finally said it. "You know you want to."

"Oh, I don't actually." She felt his hand sliding higher on her thigh. Her eyes shot up. His hands slipped under her mid thigh blue dress, pushing it higher on her legs.

"Now," Sidney reached down, "I'm in no mood to listen to pleas of stopping. So open your mouth."

He didn't give her much option as he shoved the cloth into her mouth.