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I reposted this ch because I messed up on the last bit. Realized its not realistic if Emma leaves Henry.

Chapter 9

Regina and Cora smiled widely as they watched Graham's car pull up to the apartment building. Hell was about to be unleashed, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Aren't you a cute baby." Regina's eyes flickered dismissively over the sleeping toddler. Luckily, they'd thought to place a sleeping spell over her. Both knew firsthand how loud cranky babies could be.

"Now, now Regina." Cora stroked Scarlett's cheek. "Let's not be mean here. Scarlett here has served our purpose well."

Regina nodded. It had been so long since she'd held a baby. Something flickered inside her, reminding her of when Henry was a baby. She remembered how painful it'd been to have her kid ripped away, and for a moment, regretted kidnapping Emma's baby. But just as quickly as that thought came, it went away. Emma deserved this. Deserved to suffer the same way I did.

"Nice touch, by the way." Cora said. "The dream where you pretended to be Archie and told her about the tapping? Great job, sweetie."

Cora continued. "I've really taught you well. The way you got the cricket to chirp. Without him, we never would've found out about Scarlett."

Regina glowed under her mother's praise. It was something that was so rare, even when she was a little girl who just needed her mother's love.

"What are we gonna do now?" The Evil Queen asked.

"Why, we sit back and wait for Emma to come find us. From everything you've told me, she's pretty smart." Cora answered.

Regina nodded bitterly. "That she is."

~Long Gone~

The first thing Graham saw when he and Henry got home was Emma, frantically trashing the apartment. She seemed to be in the midst of looking for something.

"Mom?" Henry stood in the doorway. "What're you doing?"

Emma ignored him, continuing to throw pots and pans out into the living room. One hit the wall with a loud BANG, causing both Henry and Graham to flinch.

"Emma. You're going to wake up Scarlett." Graham said, trying to stop her. But Emma continued to ignore him, moving on to the coat closet.

"I know they're here. I know they're here somewhere." Emma muttered angrily as she yanked coats off hangers. "Get out here, Regina!" She snarled.

Graham felt a sinking feeling inside. Regina? She was yakking about that again? They'd thought it was just a side effect of stress and the flu. He nodded at Henry, and together they dragged a struggling Emma to the couch.

"What are you looking for?" Henry asked. "Did you lose something?"

Emma didn't say anything, instead choosing to glare down at the ground. However, Graham was quite skilled at seeing through her façade. He noticed tears brimming in the corner of her green eyes. Something was off here. It wasn't just about her Regina hallucinations. Emma hardly ever cried. Something was really, truly wrong.

Just then, he had a thought. It was 7, which was about the time Scarlett went to bed. He knew that Emma was pretty OCD about quiet when Scarlett was sleeping.

"Where's Scarlett?" He asked slowly, realization dawning on him. "She's not sleeping, is she? You're making an awfully big racket."

Emma flinched at the sound of her daughter's name. Bingo!

"Em?" He prompted. "Where's Scarlett? Is that what you're looking for? Is she playing hide and seek again?"

She looked up, and Graham could see tears flowing down her pale cheeks.

"Henry, go to your room." Graham ordered without taking his eyes off his wife.

"But I can help!" He insisted.

"GO!" Graham nearly shouted.

Without another word, Henry trudged off down the hallway.

Once Henry was gone, Graham sat down next to the trembling blonde. "What happened?" He asked, rubbing her back in gentle circles. Emma immediately collapsed into him, sobbing heavily. He placed his arms around her, waiting until her sobs quieted.

"Sc-Scarlett's gone…" She gasped.

Although it was what Graham had been suspecting, he couldn't stop dread from filling him. "What?" He breathed.

Slowly, Emma explained how she'd been working, something to do with a dream about Archie, someone tapping out SOS which stood for Scarlett Olivia Swan, and all culminating in Emma going into Scarlett's room to find their daughter missing.

"I-I don't know what to do." Emma said heavily. "I just have this crazy feeling that Regina took her. I mean, there was the warning Archie gave me, and then all that rose perfume. It all adds up to Regina." She looked at her husband, expecting him to do or say something, but he just sat there, a stony expression on his handsome face.

"Graham?"

"I don't know, Em." He said after a long silence. "Regina coming to kidnap our daughter? That sounds a bit far-fetched, even for you."

Emma felt as though she'd been slapped. "You don't believe me." She said. "Of course you don't believe me. You all think I'm crazy!"

"You have to admit that it sounds ridiculous." Graham said defensively. "I mean, we all saw with our own eyes. Hell, you pushed her into that portal. Regina's gone, Em. I don't know what you're playing at, but there's no way she's back."

"No, I don't know what you're playing at." Emma spat, mocking his words. "Your head is obviously shoved so far up your ass you can't see the truth."

Graham took a deep breath. He hated arguing with her, mostly because he wasn't good at it. "All I'm saying is, you've been a bit irresponsible lately."

Emma stared at him, her jaw hitting the ground with an audible smack. "You've got to be kidding me!" She shouted. "You think I'm stupid enough to just lose our daughter?!"

Graham shrugged. "Well, your mother did say something about how you forgot Scarlett…"

Emma scoffed. "That was just one time! What parents haven't forgotten their children?!"

"And you have been a bit distracted with work…" He pointed out.

"To find a killer!" Emma retorted. "God, Graham." She paced angrily around the messy apartment. "What the hell's wrong with you? You're blaming me for losing my daughter?"

"Hey, you're the one who said you were working all afternoon." He threw his hands up defensively.

"No. That's not what this is about." Emma snapped. "You just think I'm some crazy wacko." She slammed her hand against the counter. "I checked the windows, the doors, everything. I spent three and a half hours checking through every nook and cranny in this goddamned apartment. I didn't just lose our daughter, Graham. She's not a fucking cell phone, for crying out loud. She was kidnapped. By Regina."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Graham asked angrily. "Just admit that you lost her."

"I can't!" Emma shouted forcefully. "Cuz I didn't!"

They stared each other down for several moments. Finally, Emma looked away, stomping off to the bedroom. "Henry, pack your things!" She called. Henry, who didn't even bother to hide the fact that he was eavesdropping, poked his head out.

"Huh?" He was confused. "Why? What's going on?"

"Pack. Your. Things." Emma gritted her teeth. "We're leaving.

"B-but…" He started to protest, but stopped at the murderous look on his mother's face. He turned to Graham, who just looked away.

As Graham watched his wife and stepson stalk out the door, Henry shrugging apologetically at him, Graham felt powerless to stop them. Stop his family from walking out of his life.

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