Beautiful drug

Plotting time

"What did you find out Swan?" A deeper voice startled the blonde out of her revere. She looked up from the surveillance photo of Regina and she blinked a few times. "What?" she asked him making him shake his head." I'm thinking that someone had a little bit too much to drink last night." He teased taking the empty seat next to her and propping his feet up on the small garbage can beside her desk. Emma put her head in her hands, rubbing her temples and tiring to alleviate the tension that had formed and had been present since the early hours of the morning. "Something like that." She answered going along with his conclusion, not wanting to go into the fact that she'd only had about two drinks the previous night and she was anything other than hung over.

The real reason the blonde was so out of sorts was because her night was spent being plagued by hauntingly beautiful brown eyes and a perfect body. Neal pat her back before pushing her coffee cup toward her, "Drink up, you'll feel loads better." A small chuckled left the blonde and she took the cup sipping it slowly, her eyes moving back to the picture on her desk top. "So... I'll ask again... What happened last night?" He asked, using his foot to rock his chair back and forth just slightly while waiting. Emma crossed her legs both on her chair and she held the coffee cup in her lap. With a slight purse of her lips and she began speaking

"Well, I almost didn't get in, Actually the bouncer told me to 'Hit the bricks'." she told him, putting air quotes around the words the bouncer had told her the previous night, which earned a laugh from her partner. "How'd ya get in? find a side window or something?" The blonde shot him a playful glare before continuing, "No, you jerk, bit if I would have had to have resorted to such an entrance it would have been entirely your fault, it was your job to find out the details of the club, which you did for the most part, but what you didn't find out is that they had a list of people they would let in and the rest would get turned away." She said leaning over to slap his arm.

"Ruby, Regina's closet guard happened to open the door right as I was going to walk away and she stopped me and allowed me in, I guess she thought I was attractive enough because she let me in." She winked at him smugly and he rolled his eyes. "Don't let it go to your head Blondie, it's already big enough." He teased and again he earned a mock glare from the blonde.

"Ha-Ha very funny, and maybe I wouldn't let it go to my head if it was just her, but it wasn't, Killian Jones, from the pirating ships, came up to me and was trying to buy me a drink and that's when Regina showed up." That caught Neal's attention.

"She actually talked to you?" He asked with real shock this time and she nodded, "Yea... she did, and I was worried that I was going to have a hard time finding her, she found me. Actually she saved me from getting into a nice bar fight with Killian because he has quite the way with words." She told him remembering his words " a pretty girl like you shouldn't be at a bar alone.' he'd told her and she shook her head trying to rid herself of the memory of the creepy feeling she'd gotten from him. "Well... what did she say?" He asked the blonde, basically sitting on the edge of his seat. a pale hand ran through blonde curls and she shook her head, "She told him I wasn't at the bar alone and that I had just been waiting for her to come find me. She took me upstairs to where all the VIP rooms were and we went into the red room and we talked. She wanted to know all about me, where I'm from, where I grew up, and in turn she'd told me just a little bit, that her family is from Puerto Rico, and that she moved around a lot growing up... but before we got too far into talking Ruby came back and she had to leave because apparently someone they'd been waiting for had shown up. So, she had one of her body guards drive me 'home' aaand." she paused pulling out a card from her phone case. "She gave me this." She said with a smirk and held up the card containing what was more than likely Regina's personal number.

Neal shook his head studying the card in her hand. I can't believe this is actually working." He said leaning back in his chair and shaking his head. Emma raised a brow at him and she squinted her eyes. "Why? YOU'RE the one who said I'm her type." She told him only to receive a chuckle in response "Well yea, but still, in a crowd full of hundreds of women, she chose you." He chuckled and a small groan left her mouth and she shook her head standing from her chair and downing the rest of coffee. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, you're a jerk." she told him before walking across the room to get another cup of coffee.
Turning on the Keurig she placed her cup beneath the spout of the machine, she popped a new Keurig cup into the machine, deciding to go with her normal hot chocolate this time and she leant against the counter. Behind her she could hear her partner flipping through the case files on her desk which she ignored, they were working this case together after all so he needed to know everything that she did about the case.