Emma searches the downstairs and finds Regina looking at her computer. "Hey babe," Emma says with a smile on her face as she closes the study doors behind her.

Regina looks up. "Babe?"

"Yep." Emma gives her a toothy grin.

After considering it for a moment, Regina shakes her head but smiles. "You are the only person in any realm who can get away with calling me that."

Taking a seat in a chair near the desk, Emma lays her legs over the armrest and studies Regina. "Are you working?"

Regina shakes her head. "No. How was your talk?"

"Uh, surprisingly well. I mean, we both walked out without any injuries. He seemed to understand my side of things. He agreed to step out of our relationship a bit."

"I'm glad to hear that." An alert rings on Regina's computer, catching Regina's attention. She looks over the email and has to rip her eyes away to focus on Emma again. "Do you feel good about the situation?"

"With Henry? Yeah. With you? Not really. We haven't actually talked." She notices Regina glance down again at another alert. "Do you need me to give you some time?"

Regina looks at Emma. "No."

"You are obviously distracted. I don't want to talk about this while you're thinking about something else."

"Emma, things are fine. I am not distracted." She closes her eyes when another alert sounds. "I'm sorry." She closes her laptop.

Emma sits up straight. "What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

Regina stands up and walks over to Emma. "You can talk to me. You have my full attention." Regina's phone starts ringing from the desk. She sighs and retrieves the phone. One look at the number, and the phone is silenced.

Emma furrows her brow. "Regina, you never avoid work."

"I told you I'm not working, dear."

"Okay then what are you avoiding?"

Regina leans down and kisses her forehead. "It's not important." She groans when her phone rings again.

Emma glances between Regina's eyes. "What are you not telling me?"

"Why are you pushing this so much?" Regina asks, reaching over and silencing her phone again.

"Because something is wrong and you're hiding it from me for whatever reason."

Regina's phone rings again. Emma lunges forward and picks it up off the desk. She flips it over to see a 404 number.

With a piercing glare, Regina plucks it from Emma's fingers and shoves it in her pocket, silencing it for the third time.

"Why are you getting a call from Atlanta?"

"Why can't you let anything go?"

"This is suddenly starting to seem like it revolves around me."

Regina sits back down at her desk. "We are not children, Emma. Do not take my phone again, please."

The phone rings again. Regina yanks it out of her pocket and answers it. "Regina Mills… Do you understand that today is Saturday?... No, I believe this can and should wait. You have no right to harass me via phone and email because you have decided it is suddenly a priority… Absolutely not. You can discuss this on Monday… Yes, well, that is no one's problem aside from your own. Do not contact me again today." Regina ends the call and tosses her phone on the desk.

Emma stands up slowly. "This does have to do with me. That was my work, wasn't it?"

Regina stares at Emma then nods.

Emma strides over to the desk and opens Regina's laptop, rolling Regina back with a foot to the chair. She scans over all of the emails from the HR team. "They've been messaging you all day."

"Hence my frustration."

Emma looks over her shoulder at Regina. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would it have done any good?"

Jabbing the down arrow, Emma quickly reads through all of the emails. "They want to resolve this while I'm here? They really can't just wait and do this at the office like normal? What the hell?" She scrolls to the first email and sees her incident report. Powerless to stop herself, she reads over her account, her eyes glazing over.

Unable to see what Emma is doing on the computer, Regina stands up and leans over Emma, pressing into her back.

Emma flings around quickly. "Get off me!"

Regina slams into the wall and winces when she smacks her head into the corner of a frame. She pushes off the wall and reaches up to hold the source of pain on her head.

"Regina!" Emma grabs her and pulls her close. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Regina looks over Emma's shoulder at the computer screen, noting where Emma was at in the report. She nods her head. "I know. It didn't occur to me you would reread that."

Emma holds Regina back from her and examines her body. "Does anything else hurt? Is your head okay?"

Regina pulls her hand from the sore spot. "I'm alright, my love. I think I will retrieve an ice pack; however, there is nothing to be concerned over."

"Except that I might hurt you one day," Emma says quietly.

Regina strokes her cheek. "I hold no fear in my heart that you are going to hurt me."

Emma throws up a hand. "I just proved that I might."

"Emma, it's not like you punched me. You got scared and thrashed. Unfortunately, there was a well-placed frame behind me."

Shaking her head, Emma argues, "But it's my fault you got hurt."

Regina places her hands on either side of Emma's face. "Emma, I am okay. You didn't do anything on purpose. You're allowed to be afraid. I just need to remind myself of that and be mindful."

Emma drops her eyes. "I don't want you to be afraid to touch me."

"Being aware and being afraid are different things. You will not always have that reaction, my love. You just need to work through what happened. It takes time."

Emma picks at Regina's shirt. "I'm sorry."

Regina leans forward and kisses Emma's forehead. "I'm sorry too."

Taking a deep breath, Emma turns to the computer. "So, do I really have to do this?"

"Emma." Regina waits until Emma looks at her before slipping her arms around Emma's waist and flushing against her. "You do not have to do this. I told them Monday. If come Monday, you are not ready, then tell them no. They are here for you. Don't let them tell you otherwise."

Emma relaxes in Regina's arms, setting her hands over Regina's. "Let's get you some ice, babe."

Regina smiles and kisses Emma's cheek.