(Beth's P.O.V.)
When the bell rang I was already out the door. I asked to go to the bathroom because I had math last period and I was just really bored so I took my purse and I left. The bell ran the second the door closed behind me.
I cut through people's yards in the direction of the sheriff station, hopping fences and running from dogs and such. I would've usually taken my bike but Mary Margret gave me a ride that morning. So I walked.
Eventually I showed up and Emma said, "Hey. Where you been?"
"I walked," I told her. "Anything weird going on?"
"Nope," Emma said. "Just hanging out, doing some paperwork and things today."
"What can I do?" I asked, sitting on her desk.
"You can answer the phone," she said, walking around, sorting out papers and stuff. "Or like... I don't know, you could check emails or something. Not much crime breaking happens in Storybrooke besides maybe some shoplifting. Oh, there is some graffiti and stuff."
"Oh..." I said, maybe a bit too suspiciously. Emma looked at me.
"Eliza, is that your graffiti?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"Don't tell," I said.
She laughed, and I smiled.
"I only paint on stuff that isn't really seen or used," I told her. "I don't do it to be a vandal, I just do it for the art. I mainly keep it to plywood in the park though."
"I was wondering why there was a box of spray paint cans with your stuff," she remarked, placing some papers on her desk, picking up a dart and trying to throw it at the dart board, missing by a lot.
She went to pick it up and we heard, "Our tax dollars hard at work, I see." Regina walked in with a smirk.
"Graham's not here," Emma said. "I assumed he took a sick day. With you."
I looked her in the eye and pointed a finger down my throat, pretending to gag.
"Oh so you're aware of us? Good, that's why I'm here," Regina said, ignoring me. "Because I am also aware of your relationship with him."
"I don't have a relationship with him," Emma told her.
"Oh? So nothing's ever happened between the two of you?" Regina asked, and I looked at Emma, waiting for her response.
"You forget Miss Swan, I have eyes everywhere," Regina said.
"Nothing that meant anything," Emma told her and my eyes widened.
"Well, of course, not. Because you're incapable of feeling anything for anyone," Regina said. "There's a reason you're alone, isn't there?"
"Wait, what happened?" I asked.
"I'll tell you later," Emma said to me.
"All due respect, the way I live my life is my business," Emma told Regina.
"It is, until it infringes on my life," Regina told her and I raised my eyebrows. "Stay away from Graham. You may think you're doing nothing, but you're putting thoughts in his head. Thoughts that are not in his best interest. You are leading him on a path to self destruction. Stay away."
As Regina left, I threw a paper ball at her and she turned to glare at me.
"I swear, to god, I was aiming at the trash can!" I said, pointing at the garbage can a little ways in front of her. She didn't respond, just turned and left.
A few minutes later, I got a text from Henry.
WE GOT A BELIEVER!!! he texted.
What do you mean?? I replied.
Sheriff Graham!! He's here asking about who he is in the book!! he said, then sent another, I'm about to find out who he is.
"Hey, Emma?" I said. "Graham is with Henry, asking about the book," I told her.
"What?" she said.
"I don't know," I said. "He did leave his car at Granny's overnight, nobody's seen him all day, he might not be in the best state to be around a ten year old right now."
"I'm going to go check on him," Emma said, grabbing her keys and saying, "Don't burn the place down," before running out.
~~~
"Eliza. Eliza, wake up," a muffled voice woke me from my sleep a few hours later. I had locked up the Sheriff's station and gone home at the right time, leaving a note for Emma. I must've fallen asleep doing my homework, because I was asleep on the couch with a half-finished math sheet on the coffee table.
"What?" I groaned, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. "I'll finish it tomorrow, I don't have math till the last period of the day."
"Something's happened, Eliza," Mary said and I opened my eyes, squinting from the light coming from the lamp on the side table. Mary was crying.
"Mary Margret," I said, growing worried. "What? What's wrong?"
"It's Graham," Mary told me and my heart dropped.
"Is he okay?" I asked.
Mary shook her head, a fresh wave of tears filling her eyes.
"He's dead."
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