once upon a time: pilot s1:e1

chapter 16

In the  Storybrooke sheriff department Emma, lying on a cot, opens her eyes. Leroy is in the cell next to her, softly whistling "Whistle While You Work , and Marco stands outside, repairing a cabinet.

Leroy grunts" What are you looking at, sister?" causing Marco to loom Iver at them both. " Hey, Leroy—manners! We have a guest! So you are eh, Henry's mother. How lovely for him to have you back in his life." he says smiling,  cleaning his hands on an old rag with grease stains.
Emma sits up slowly. " Actually, I was just dropping him off." she shivers.
Leroy laughs the best he could. "Tkh. Don't blame ya. They're all brats; who needs 'em."  Marco sighs empathetically "Well, I'd give anything for one. My wife and I, we tried for many years, but, uh... it was not meant to be." he says.
Leroy boredly stated "Well cry me a river." he rolls his eyes.

Graham entered and unlocked Leroy's cell "Leroy! I'm going to let you out; you need to behave. Put on a smile, and stay out of trouble." Leroy smiles falsely, then exits.

Emma holds up her hands questionably "Seriously?"
Sheriff Graham hangs his head looking stqthe bunch of keys. "Regina's drinks; a little stronger than we thought." he says tutting slightly.
Emma looks at him and rubs her head. " I wasn't drunk; there was a wolf, standing in the middle of the road." she says honestly.  Of course he didn't believe her.
Sheriff Graham sighs and looks around " a wolf. Right...."
Reginas voice echos through the wall."Graham? Henry's run away again, we have to--" She comes into the room "what is she doing here?" she says looking at Emma. "Do you know where he is?"
Emma points at the cell. " Lady, I haven't seen him since I dropped him at your house, and--" indicates to the  prison bars" —pretty good alibi."
Regina sighs stressed out."Yeah, well, he wasn't in his room this morning."
Emma really wanted to help.  Not Regina.  But she knew she wanted to help Henry. She wants sure about graham yet. "Did you try his friends?" she suggests. She just shrugs it off and looms at any other means of communication.

Regina sighs and looks at her as if the answer was obvious "He doesn't really have . Kind of a loner."
Emma shakes her head and thinks of her past. "Every kid has friends. Did you check his computer? If he was close to someone he'd be emailing them."
Regina raises and eyebrow and Crosses her arms "And you know this how?"
Emma shrugs and bluntly states "Finding people's what I do. Here's an idea; how 'bout you guys let me out, and I'll help you find him."  she says placing ger hands on the bars on the cell