A/N: Yeah it's a new chapter. Just a little heads up, this chapter is entirely Storybrooke, just to make the suspense unbearable. lol. Alright sorry for not updating in soooo long, haven't really had motivation to continue, but here's another chapter, hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own OUaT.

Chapter 6

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"Oh no you don't," Ruby squealed as she held onto the little boy.

Henry was laughing so hard she was afraid he was going to hyperventilate. "This stuff is for the oven, not your stomach," she said, trying to sound adult.

"But it's so good," Henry interjected, trying to get out of her grasp.

In the matter of about four and a half hours they had baked about a dozen cookies and some boxed cupcakes. Right now there was a bowl of batter that Ruby had concocted herself. She had mixed some ingredients at random, and yet not. She was attempting to put it into a pan and put it in the oven, but a certain little boy was eating the batter. So she was holding onto him, to keep him away from the batter.

"You're going to get a stomach ache." She said with the sternest voice she could muster, but it failed her as she continued to giggle.

"I don't care, it will be worth it," Henry retorted, trying to get out of the waitress' grasp.

Ruby was actually surprised at how fun this day had actually become. At first things were at a rocky start, but with time she was laughing and actually enjoying herself. While she was lost in thought Henry finally got out of her grasp and scurried to the other side of the counter.

Picking up some flour, he held it menacingly at the waitress.

Ruby looked him dead in the eye, she swore she heard western music in the background. "You wouldn't dare."

Henry gave her a sly smile, "Try me."

It was with that that Ruby ran over, trying to reach him, but that was when he tossed the flour at the young waitress. Ruby squealed, a smile coming to her face. She herself picked up an egg and hit Henry directly in the head, yolk dripping down his hair.

Henry laughed it off and picked up a utensil, he was prepared to throw it at Ruby when he heard a woman's voice, angry and agitated.

"What is going on here?" It was nearly a shriek. Regina Mills stood at the doorway of the kitchen, taking in the disaster of her kitchen. She had dropped her suitcase as she looked at the countertops, covered in various mysterious substances, it would take forever for it not to be sticky. She gazed at the sinks, filled to the brim with disgusting dishes. The bar was no better, bowls with lids and pans of cookies and cupcakes littered it. Then she gazed at her son, his hair sticky with what seemed to be the yolk of an egg, she saw white bits of shell in his hair.

It was when she gazed at the other person in the room that her expression changed to a whole new form of rage. She looked at the waitress, flour covering her clothes, Regina snapped.

"GET OUT!" She screamed at Ruby.

Ruby just stood there, frozen from shock. Henry looked at her shocked expression and then at his 'mother'. "She's helpi-"

"I don't care if she's finding the cure to cancer, she is leaving, NOW!" Her voice was strong and hard.

Ruby was then snapped out of her trance, she avoided eye contact with the mayor as she made her way out of the kitchen. She nearly ran to the door, grabbing the knob she opened the door, just to have it shut again, by Mayor Regina Mills.

Regina had a death glare to the power of infinity on Ruby. "I don't know what you think you're doing here with my son," she had a spit of venom of those last words. "But I never want to see you near him. . . ever," her voice was like icicles. Ruby still avoided eye contact with the scary woman, she knew the mayor wasn't kidding.

"Yes ma'am," was her response. She then hurried out the door, but once she was well out of range of the house she smiled, remembering how much fun she had had that day.

Showing up at the mayor's office Emma stood there wishing she didn't have to do this, nonetheless she knocked on the door. She waited till she heard an annoyed 'come in', then she walked in.

Sitting at her desk was Regina, marking through what seemed to be an endless amount of paperwork. Looking up a shadow passed through her face.

"Sheriff Swan I do not have time for whatever it is you need." She then resumed to her papers.

"Well sorry to be a problem mayor, but I need some info." Emma examined the mayor, her hair wasn't as. . . perfect, some strands were sticking up in places. She seemed disheveled.

Looking up, her eyes also seemed tired. "Miss Swan I do not need you to make cryptic demands, now if there is nothing you need, be on your way."

Walking to her desk, Emma continued. "I went to the hospital today to talk to Moe French." The look on Regina's face became incredibly irritated.

"Miss Swan, I do not need to know every little thing you do in town. Now if you don't mind it's been a long day. Today I came home and found my kitchen destroyed by that waitress, so I don't need any added stress, so please, leave."

"Wait, why was Ruby at your house?" Emma looked confused, what was she doing there?

Regina stood up in exasperation. "How should I know? Now what is it you need?" There was an uncomfortable edge in her voice, but Emma held her ground.

"Well madame mayor, when I asked the woman at the front counter for some records she said she couldn't give them to me. Look I don't care how bad your day was I just need open access to the files."

The look on the mayor's face at that statement changed completely. She became her cool, collective, pain-in-the-butt self again.

"And why on earth, do you need open access to records?" She asked coolly.

Emma sighed, she really didn't need this. "I'm having an ongoing investigation."

"About? Miss Swan, you got the thief, and made an arrest. Why on earth do you need any records, this case is pretty open shut, yes?" Emma could tell Regina was holding back one of her famous smirks. She wasn't going to let Emma have anything without a battle, one to which Emma was not in the mood for.

"Well, yeah, but there's more here than most people would think." Emma said simply, trying to explain herself knowing it would never work.

Regina gave her a smile, that smile that said 'I know something you don't'. "Well then, enlighten me."

Emma sighed, she really disliked the mayor, but without her there wouldn't be any way for her to get those files. "Look, I'm not asking for much, just some clearance to the town's files. That's it," but the look on Regina's face knew she would need more information. "When I found Gold he was yelling something about French, and I just want to see if it all checks out." Emma thought she was about to have a fight on her hands when Regina's phone rang.

Picking up the phone Regina still had that smile, till the person began speaking, then her face fell into an irritated expression.

"Well look under the sink. . . Well you should have thought of that before you destroyed the kitchen," she then paused, her face becoming more and more distressed. "Alright fine just don't ruin anything else till I get there," she replaced the phone and sighed, then looking up she realized Emma was still in her office. "Miss Swan what is it?"

"Uh... the files." Emma looked at the confused mayor.

Regina sighed, "Alright fine." She took out a hook full of skeleton keys and tossed one at Emma.

"Uh, who was that?"

Regina perked up slightly at the question. "Yes, sorry about that, it was just my son," she picked up her purse and headed out. "Now if you don't mind please be kind enough to leave my office, I really need to head home. Just tell Laura I gave you authorization."

Emma was thankful for that call, if it wasn't for Henry making it Regina wouldn't be upset enough to just give her authorization. But Emma knew Regina just had to make one more stab at her. Leaving the office she went on her way back to the hospital, ready to get to the bottom of this.

Mary Margaret was at Granny's Diner, drinking some coffee. Despite her best attempts, every time she heard that bell on the door ring she turned to see if it was David.

Her mind began to wonder about David, after Valentine's Day she became more and more timid, wondering if he was ever going to pop out of nowhere. She really didn't want to see him after that stunt he pulled. Every time she thought about it she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Granny came by, filling up coffee cups. She came by Mary Margaret and she noticed something out of place. "What happened to you girl?"

Mary Margaret jumped at the presence of someone else. Hearing her question she became flustered. "I...uh..." It was when Granny pointed to her hand that she realized what she was talking about.

"How'd you get that?" She motioned to the bandage on her hand.

Mary Margaret stared at the bandage. Looking at Granny she gave her usual warm smile. "Oh, that, well I was helping out with the hospital." Granny nodded in understanding.

"Bunch of fools, asking random people to help out with that. I think they should've just done it themselves and be done with it," she began to walk away. "Someone could get hurt."

Those words rang out in Mary Margaret's ears. Then she fully recalled exactly how she had got the cut. Then her mind began to wonder... there had been a lot of blood on that glass, was there someone who was down there? If so, where were they now?"

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't noticed when the little bell above the diner jingled, and David walked in. He looked around and saw Mary Margaret, he froze.

He didn't know what to do. He had really screwed things up with her on Valentine's Day, but maybe he could make it up to her now. He waltz over to the table.

"Mary?" He placed his hand on her shoulder, granting him a flinching Mary Margaret. She looked up at David and shook her head. "Uh, David, hello."

David was confused by her response, but decided to ignore it as he tried to talk to her.

"Listen about what happened on Valen-" he was cut off my Mary Margaret standing up and retrieving her things.

"I'm sorry David but I need to go," she quickly said. She needed to contact Emma and tell her about that room under the hospital. But she was caught by David's hands on her shoulders.

"Look I know what happened was bad, but I can-" Mary Margaret cut him off.

"David, look this isn't about you. This is about something more serious." Then she left Granny's diner, not looking back.

David watched her go, wondering what he would've done to make her feel so bad. He sat down in a booth and his mind began to wonder. What could he do to make it up to her?

A/N: Yeah that's just like David, only thinking of himself, lol. So this was a complete Storybrooke chapter, hope you liked it.

Hey just a head's up the next chapter may not be that long, but I'll try.