Coming Out

Stake Out

Emma's POV

"Settle down everyone!" I say to everyone in the town building. We have a meeting because the person who cast the curse is really good at hiding.

"Is it true? There's something keeping us from leaving town?" Archie asks.

"Turns us into flying monkeys! Turned four of the dwarfs!" Grumpy says.

"We can't leave?" Belle asks.

"Trapped again great." Granny says and I sigh.

"Enough! We will find who did this."

"Who did this? Isn't it obvious? The only person who's ever done something like this before. The only person who could do it again? The evil queen!" Grumpy says and everyone turns to Regina in the back of the room.

"For once I am just as clueless as the rest of you." She says.

"I don't believe you." Granny says.

"Regina you don't have to lie. Just tell us the truth we will understand." Archie says.

"Speak for yourself." Granny says.

"I am telling the truth. If I did this there's one thing I'd have right now. My son!"

"Yeah and you're not getting anywhere near him until we get to the bottom of this." I say putting my hands on my hips awkwardly.

"We've been over this? I'm innocent!" She says.

"That's what you said before but now I'm wondering if I actually believe you." I say crossing my arms. The crowd starts to stand up making more noise.

"Stand back!" She says.

"I'm warning you!" She says putting her hands out.

"You want the evil queen fine. That's exactly what you'll get!" She throws her hands forward and there's an earthquake. She poofs away and I sigh.

"We can't let her get away." Belle says and I walk through the crowd.

"I won't." I run out and to her office where I find her.

"An earthquake really?"

"What? I wasn't going for subtle. And it was the most dramatic thing I could do without hurting everyone."

"Good job." I close and lock her office door.

"You think they bought it?"

"I think they'll be storming in here soon enough so let's get this started." I hand her the potion and she takes her coat and scarf off. A hickey. How un-mayor like.

"You have a little something on your neck."

"What?"

"A love bite." She gasps turning to me.

"Emma!"

"What? You might have been subtle but I'm definitely not."

"This is unprofessional."

"Hush."

"This is so unprofessional."

"You might be okay with people hitting on me but I will pull my gun out on someone if they look at you any way and now people won't because you have a love bite on your neck."

"I hate you."

"You love me. Is it enough?"

"To use? No. To replicate. Maybe, just maybe."

"Good."

"How did you know?"

"Know what?" I ask curiously.