Rebel on the Run

Chapter 6

I picked out my nicest navy blue pant suit and matching flats, and a silk cream coloured blouse. I decided to throw in a matching set of black panties and bra. I don't know why, but the thought of Emma in my clothes gives me butterflies. I shouldn't be feeling such things for her. She is a killer, and my job is to put people like her away for life, not fall in love with them.

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By the time Emma was seated in the courtroom waiting for the judge to come in, her heart was racing. She knew what she was going to say, despite what Mal said. She wanted to get this over with. She wanted to be put away already. She knew nothing would happen between her and Regina. If it was going to happen, it would've already. Emma had accepted that, but she hoped that Regina would see her in a different light.

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Gold," the bailiff announced to the room.

Mal stood, motioning for Emma to do the same.

As soon as Judge Gold had sat in his seat, everyone else sat down. Emma tried to sit down but Mal had caught her elbow. "You will stay standing," Mal whispered ferociously to Emma. 

Gold listed the first offense that Emma had made, but she had spaced out. She knew what she had done, so why list it? She came to at the right time because she heard Judge Gold ask, "how do you plead this indictment? Guilty or not guilty?"

This is was it, this was time to say the right thing even though she had done so many things wrong. "Guilty, Your Honor," Emma stated loudly. She felt Mal make a sharp intake of breath. The entire courtroom had gasped. One person in particular stood out to her. She didn't realize that Regina was still in there. She tried not to think about the look on Regina's face as she said that she was guilty.

"Your Honor, can I have a minute to discuss with my client?" Mal was furious, that much was obvious.

Although Gold seemed to amused by the plea of guilty, and wanted to see how this would play out, her granted a short recess for the defendant.

Mal nearly ripped Emma's arm off as she dragged her to the small conference room that was in the courthouse. Mal shoved her into the seat so fast. "You want to tell me what the hell that was about," Mal screamed at her.

"I-" Emma tried to respond, but Mal was quick to cut her off.

"No, I don't want to hear it. I told you not to say anything except the words, 'not guilty,' and 'Your Honor.' How hard was that to understand? You have completely fucked up my plans for this case because you decided to say guilty. Do you know why I'm your public defender? Because Regina asked me to, personally. She knows my success record. She wants you to have a shortened sentence. Now you've fucked up those chances. The best I can get you is 3 life sentences, not that it will make a difference now. You think you're running the show? Then get ready, because you will be pleading guilty to every single one of these murders, do you hear me?"

Emma didn't know how to react, so she just sat there stone faced. There was nothing she could do at this point. She had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it. She couldn't help but picture Regina's face as Mal was dragging her out of the room. Shock and hurt were plastered all over her face. It was an image that would haunt her more than her murders. She realized that she should respond to her, but what was the point. A solemn head nod is all she gave, for fear that her prosecutor would rip her to shreds for saying anything that wasn't those 4 words.

"Good, now that we have that established, our recess is over. Back to the courtroom we go." Mal knew that Emma wasn't going to listen to her. She knew that the blonde was going to do what she wanted to do, despite what was in her best interest. 

They waited for Judge Gold to come back into the room. Emma just wanted to get this over with. She knew she was going to prison what difference did it make?

"Mal, I believe you talked to your client," Judge Gold asked.

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Does your client understand what she's saying when she pleads guilty?" Both the judge, and the prosecutor look over at Emma.

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Very well, how do you plead on all of these counts, Ms. Swan?"

"Guilty, Your Honor."

Just after Emma plead guilty,  Judge Gold had raised his gavel to dismiss the court. His action was interrupted by Regina standing, and everyone turned towards her at once. "Your Honor, I've got something I need to confess," and just like that, Regina woke up from her dream.