The couple hit it off, the police department adore them, their family and friends adore them, and lets not forget to mention they adore each other. Weeks went by, months went by, and before the couple knew it they had gotten to their one year anniversary.
However, Bigby, who was backed up with work forgot about this ultra important date know as the anniversary. Snow, however, had big plans; big plans meaning a trip away to the mediterranean. And she desperately hopes it'll go off without a hitch.
But, saying that, she still has to unveil this surprise to Bigby, and she plans to do it tonight over dinner. A romantic dinner, in a Spanish restaurant, on a beautiful night, with her beautiful boyfriend. It'll be amazing.
Snow had managed to drag Bigby out of his office, all thanks to Colin and Woody, and was currently waiting for Bigby outside the restaurant. He managed to arrive on time - with flowers and a peck on the lips for Snow - and they entered the restaurant arm in arm.
Snow's starter and main course were delicious; Spanish food is her favourite - Bigby is also a fan. And while they waited for desert, she brought up the anniversary plans, "So, Bigby. Our one year anniversary is coming up and I've planned a trip away to Spain for the two of us. I asked the week off work and you have some vacation time. And, yup, we're going to Spain." She finished the not so subtle speech off with a smile and a sip of her wine; red, white just doesn't fit the bill.
Bigby went blank before a flurry of questions spun into his head. Then, he became furious. "Why didn't you ask me about it? Did it ever cross your mind that I might not want to go to Spain? Where's my say in this?" While his tone was anger, he kept his volume considerate.
Snow refuted with, "You've been working nonstop for the past few weeks. I've barely seen you, and I thought you needed the time off work."
"That's not for you to decide Snow." He warned her in his gruff, angry voice.
"Please Bigby, I can tell you've dying to get out of the office, and here's your chance. And I can't go alone." Snow pleaded, her eyes begged.
Within the time they'd been dating, they'd had numerous fights - all hadn't lasted long - and this one was no different.
Bigby contemplated for the longest second; 'what if something happened to Snow?', this question panicked him a bit, he was pretty overprotective of Snow and he knew she was tough, but he'd never let it go if she got hurt, or worse - killed. He gazed into her eyes; she really wanted him to go, he could see it in her eyes.
Deciding to give in, his features became calm and soft; Snow's following. "Okay Snow, I'll go."
Snow suddenly lunged across the table to squeeze Bigby, and began gushing thanks and praise; she calmed down when dessert came.
They had just arrived in Barcelona, when Snow's purse was mugged; the culprit didn't get away though. Bigby ran after him at full speed, and took him down after a matter of seconds. He then dragged him to the police, because Bigby just doesn't understand the word vacation. Snow yelled at him for a good fifteen minutes because of it; and the fact that they had their luggage all that time.
It was late when they finally arrived at the hotel, and pretty much conked out. The next morning they enjoyed their breakfast with vigor, and then headed off to see the sights.
The past few days felt tiring and pointless, and Bigby needs to leave. Seriously, his sanity might blow up in smoke and that, would be very, very bad indeed. Bigby likes excitement; this is not exciting, it's boring, dull and unexciting.
Snow doesn't understand why Bigby is acting like a grump, especially when he storms out on a particularly humid night, but she doesn't follow him.
Bigby finds his way to the gardens of the hotel, and just sits. Sits, and thinks, and mulls over his anger. Why is he so angry? It's the sort of childish anger that Bigby hates; he has to deal with it at work, criminals can be so petty and childish. So, he asks himself again, "Why am I so angry?" He thinks about it for who knows how long, but he comes to a conclusion that the jet lag must have gotten to him.
He heads back to his room.
As he approaches their room, red lights start going off in his head, he stops. He can notice several things from where he's standing, the door is left ajar, there is a chunk of wood missing from the door frame indicating someone broke the locks with force, and not to mention, the small, but visible patch of blood soaked into the carpet. Ignoring all the evidence, he hurriedly entered the room, panic framing his senses; where's Snow?
The room was fairly messy, and there was no sign of Snow. He checked the bathroom and wardrobe; she was nowhere to be seen. Bigby looked around the empty room in dismay, hoping to find something. But there was nothing… Except a letter that lay carefully on the bed, sealed with the finest red wax, in the finest golden envelope.
Author's Notes: Chapter 2 at last! I have such a great buzz right now from finishing this, you have no idea. The next chapter will be quite eventful and I hope you can stick around until the end of this. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!