Fables, Wolves, and Princesses.

Flashback

Flashback to beginning of case:

Snow's P.O.V

I catch myself staring at him again. I know I shouldn't. He's the big bad wolf for gosh sakes. What would he see in a goody goody princess? Nothing. But he's so... What's the word? Bulky, Muscular, maybe even... dreamy. I immediatley snap up before my head falls into my hand for the 50th time in the last 10 minutes. "Get it together, Snow!" I angrily mutter to myself. The last thing I needed was a big school girl crush. I turned my chair away from the window, away from Bigby and his pacing outside. I begin to write a note to Crane about a fable disappearance, before I hear the front doors swing open. In walks Bigby, mumbling to himself. "Hello!" I blurt out without thinking. Damn it, Snow. "Oh, uh- hi Snow..." He says, trailing off. "Did you hear about the missing fable?" He asks, almost painfully. "Umm, yes, actually. I was wondering if you'd heard anything more about it." I murmur. Nope, only that a fable is missing." Bigby answers, stepping closer to me. "You can sit down if you'd like." He draws a chair up next to me and rests his hand on mine. My breath catches and my heart skips a beat like in every fairytale I'd ever read. "Will you help me with the case?" I whisper. It was like I couldn't raise my voice or I'd melt into him. "Sure. Anything for Snow White!" He exclaims in a more perky tone. I sigh, relieved he didn't notice I was acting strange. I look over at him, and he's staring at me. He probably thinks I'm a freak... Then he gently moves his rough hand up to my face and holds it there before kissing my cheek. I can almost feel fireworks erupt out of my stomach.  "Can you help me with something"? He asks seductivley. "Yes..." I answer, confused and turned on at the same time. "I have a dinner reservation for 2 and no one to go with." I can't help but laugh at his cheesiness. "I can help with that." I reply. 

Bigby's P.O.V

I had just asked out Snow White. The most beautiful fable agreed to go to dinner with me. And she seemed almost excited about it. I keep smiling to myself on the way up to my room. As I unlock my apartment, Colin, the fatass hog, smirks at me. "Did someone finally get  date with their crush? Or are you just drunk, mate?" I smile at him. I'm so happy nothing he says can get to me. I lay on my chair and fall into the most peaceful sleep I've had in months.