I asked for prompts that I could do one page fic in Microsoft Word for. This one is an AU where on the undoing of the curse, Graham was brought back in New York. His and Emma's first meeting.

Also I am a serious dork and the one of Graham's co-workers that's mentioned is not an OC, but a reference to Disney's Gargoyles.

They always say he has a knack for finding people. That it must be in his blood. And as a detective in the 23rd, he gets to do plenty of it. His case record is phenomenal, one of the best in the department. Not as good as Maza, but she does have a 20-odd year head start on him.

What they never notice is how much of a loner he is; how his only friend is his dog, Storm, a white wolf hybrid of some sort that he'd found when he was a pup. How he has no family, no girlfriend… Hell, he can't even remember his last one-night stand.

He doesn't mind, really. That's how it's always been. Him and Storm, up against the world. But sometimes…

Sometimes, he has strange dreams. A forest, princes, princesses, witches, magic- A small town, the same people as the forest. Him, the Sheriff. A princess with golden hair, there to bring magic back. They're just dreams, of course, they mean nothing.

Or that's what he thinks, until the princess with golden hair appears in the precinct, chatting with Maza at the water cooler as though it's every day that she steps out of his dreams into reality. It's the middle of July, and- He's dreamt of her for at least the past month.

"Humbert! Get over here!" Maza calls, and though he's still stunned, he follows the order.

"Swan, this is Detective Graham Humbert. Graham, this is Emma Swan. She's a bail-bondsperson."

"Nice to meet you," the princess smiles at him, holding out her hand to shake. He hesitates only a moment before taking it, not wanting to offend her, even though inside he is still frozen. Emma. She is every bit as beautiful as he dreamed, maybe more so.

"Likewise," he murmurs, smiling. He does not fail to notice the twinkle in Maza's eye as she looks over the two. Maybe someone did notice. "You, uh- You new in Manhattan?"

"Been here the past couple months. My apartment in Boston burned down, so… Came here."

"Well- I hope to see you around more often, Miss Swan."

"I think that depends on how work goes, but… Yeah, I guess I'll see you around."

"I can- Show you around the city, if you need help?" he offers; there is something about her, more than just the dreams, and he wants to spend more time with her.

"Look, it's great of you to offer, but- I promised my kid we'd figure it out together."

"I don't mind," he shrugs, "I could show you both around. Or not. It's your call."

She looks almost stunned at his reaction. He wonders why. He hadn't exactly asked her on a date – he was just trying to be friendly. New York could be confusing for newcomers. It hadn't been that long ago that he'd been new in town himself. He could still remember the frustration, trying to get anywhere on time.

"Yeah- Okay. Um… How do you want to- To schedule?"

"I have Saturday off. We could meet up outside the precinct at noon?"

"Alright. It's a deal." She holds out her hand again, and as he shakes on it, he can't help but feel this could be the start of something good.