Author's Note – Don't hate me for not updating I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (there are 27 O's in case you're wondering) *takes long breath* sorry. Crew stuff and school stuff and blah blah blah… But, nevertheless, I have returned! *Star Trek Main Theme plays heroically in the background* I hope you all like it, and reviews are much appreciated!

Disclaimer – I don't own OUAT or Sherlock

The Runaway Swan in 221c – Chapter 3 –

Emma gazed in horror at the two women standing before her. Protectively pushing Henry further behind her, she locked eyes with Regina. "Can I talk to you both outside, please?" Regina sighed tiredly but nodded her agreement, and she and Belle stepped outside. Turning to Henry, Emma bent down and whispered, "Henry, I need you to stay inside, and I will be back in a few minutes." She stopped him before he could disagree and gave him a stern look. She walked slowly out the front door, watching Henry closely.

"Alright, you two," Emma started when the door was safely closed behind her. "Don't think you're fooling me for a second! I know this wasn't the first door you happened to stumble upon, and I want you to fess up before I call the cops."

Regina sighed yet again and looked at Emma like she was missing something that was obviously displayed in front of her. "Okay, Emma, I know you don't remember anything, but –"

"Stop with the remembering crap!" Emma almost shouted. Bringing her voice down to a near whisper, she started again. "Okay, look," She took a deep breath before continuing. "I will let you stay here, but on one condition: you stop all of the lying and the 'past lives' crap. I don't want you affecting my son in any way. And I want you both gone first thing tomorrow morning."

Belle smiled and thanked Emma before turning to Regina and gesturing to the blonde in front of them. "Alright," Regina said dismissively. "Thank you for letting us stay the night. Oh, and by the way, don't think I'm telling you who I killed." The smirk she gave was like a child laughing at his parent after winning a game.

"Regina!" Belle began, but Regina held her hand in front of the librarian's face and a purple glimmer appeared in her eyes. Belle was silent immediately and glanced down at her feet in embarrassment.

Emma glared at the two women before putting her hand on the door handle and turning it. Upon the door's movement, Henry tumbled into the hallway, a water glass in his hand. "Henry!" Emma yelled in shock, picking her son up quickly. "I'm disappointed in you." The bail bondswoman rubbed her temples and sighed. "Go to bed, kid, it's late." Henry glared at every one of them before running off toward his new room.

"Sometimes…" Emma muttered to herself before remembering she had 'guests'. "Uh, come in, I guess." The former mayor and the librarian shrugged at each other before stepping into the main room of the small apartment.

…..

"Sherlock, are you eavesdropping?!" John's exasperated voice floated over to the consulting detective, startling him into dropping his glass cup. Without further acknowledging his flat mate's presence, he returned the glass to its original position on the side of the wooden door. "Sherlock Holmes! I'd say I'm surprised, but to be honest, I'm not really."

"Oh, that's lovely, John." Sherlock rolled his eyes even though he knew John couldn't see his face. "SHHH!" He said when he heard the conversation from downstairs get louder. "These people just became very interesting, John, so for God's sake don't interrupt me."

The doctor pursed his lips before muttering, "She's not coming back, Sherlock. Irene is gone." Soft footsteps sounded as he left the room.

The glass once again tumbled to the hard floor.

…..

"I told you, Mr. Holmes, I don't do business with dead clients. Now if you would like to tell me who I'm really working for, then I'd be more than happy to help." The voice on the other end of the phone call silenced as the man began shifting things around at his desk.

"And I told you, Mr. Moriarty, that I don't just give away all my secrets. How should I have known he was going to be killed to day before his big assignment? It can't just be one big coincidence! You know exactly who you're working for; don't play dumb with me because I assure you, I will win." He rubbed his temples and rolled his eyes, knowing full well the man on the other line knew what he was doing.

There was a long pause before Moriarty responded, and when he did, there was a clear edge to his voice. "Like I told your beloved brother, Mycroft, I will burn you. I will burn the heart out of you." Another pause. When he began talking again, his voice was rushed and the sentence seemed to be cut short. "You have 48 hours." The line went dead.

Mycroft slammed the phone down on his desk in frustration. No! He thought, rage and disappointment swirling through him like fire. I won't let this be ruined by a measly jokester who called himself a criminal mastermind! There has to be another way…

A knock at the door interrupted his frantic thoughts. "Come in," he said with a tone of resignation. Taking a deep breath, the British government straightened his tie and glared at the door.

"Is that any way to greet your dear old brother?" Sherlock's snarky comment made Mycroft's skin crawl, but he ignored it and faced his brother.

"What do you want, Sherlock. I'm very busy at the moment." Mycroft cursed under his breath when Sherlock began glancing at his desk, his analytical gaze assessing every piece of scattered paper, every misplaced paperclip.

"Clearly. Well, you obviously don't have time for me considering the massive amounts of unfinished work on your desk. And the fact that your suit is wrinkled and your tie is crooked. Yes, you've been up all night by the looks of you. So you must not have any time for your beloved brother." Mycroft closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

"What is it, Sherlock?" The resentment in his eyes almost outweighed how tired he felt, but he ordered himself to put on his best face.

"I want you to tell me all you can find out about two people. Is that simple enough or should I come back at a later date?" Smirking, the consulting detective gestured to Mycroft's messy working environment. Before his brother could reply, Sherlock continued to speak. "Their names are Emma and Henry Swan, and I want all of the information by tomorrow. Good day."

And with that the room had only one occupant, and unable to convince himself otherwise, he reluctantly turned to his computer. Oh, why me? The night had never seemed so long and quiet before in his life.

Author's Note – Again I'm sorry for the long wait, I've been working on another story that I will hopefully upload tonight as well. Geometry homework be damned. Reviews make my day! Oh, and I've decided that I will update this story on the 9th of every month; maybe earlier if I'm feeling particularly fantastic. "Do not snap towels at me, Bobby, I had a very traumatic childhood!" … If you can tell me what show that's from I will love you forever because I've said that at least 407 times today. Sorry I talk a lot :) Have a nice day!