strange and beautiful (I'll put a spell on you)

Chapter Twenty

STORYBROOKE, Maine

Mary-Margaret was arrested.

Emma arrested Mary-Margaret for the murder of Kathryn Nolan.

Rebekah barely put herself together as she ran out of the house in a large sweatshirt and the first pair of leggings she could find. Her drive to the police station was uncomfortable to say the least, her leggings digging into her stomach -- those pants may be able to stretch but Rebekah was far too big now to get away with wearing her old size 2 that she had been years ago.

She blinked, eyes trying to adjust to the bright sky compared to the dark in her house that she had scurried around in trying to grab everything she might need. How the hell is this even happening? Rebekah thought as she turned onto the main street that would lead her into town. Mary-Margaret could barely even kill a spider! Hell, the woman once scolded Rebekah for wishing harm on a wasp that had stung her multiple times! Mary-Margaret was not a murderer -- Emma made a mistake. That was the only explanation Rebekah was willing to believe.

The sound of her phone ringing in the bottom of the purse caused Rebekah to groan in irritation, taking one hand off of the wheel and digging through the bottomless pit, swerving a bit off the road during her efforts to find the phone. But Rebekah was quick to pull over onto the side of the road when she finally found the phone. It wasn't safe to be driving so recklessly, especially while pregnant. And no matter how panicked she currently was about Mary-Margaret's situation, she'd never do anything to harm her child.

"Hello?" She answered the phone, not getting a chance to look at the caller-ID before doing so. Rebekah hoped it was Emma calling to tell her that the whole thing was a big mistake and that Mary-Margaret had been released.

"Ms. Mills, I hope I'm not waking you."

She sighed, pushing her hair behind her ears as she shook her head. Mr. Gold. "You didn't wake me. I'm actually on my way into town right now," Rebekah said as she pulled down her visor to look in the mirror at herself. "I'm sure you've heard about Mary-Margaret."

There was a long pause and Rebekah had to move the phone away from her ear to look at the screen to check if they had been disconnected. But the call hadn't been dropped.

"Mr. Gold?"

"What is going on with Mary-Margaret?" he asked. "I do hope she's not found herself in any trouble."

Rebekah let out a huff at that. "Do you consider ' getting arrested for the murder of your ex-lover's wife ' trouble?"

She listened as Mr. Gold let out a long sigh. "Yes, I would consider that trouble."

"I'm on my way to the station now so I'll have to call you back," Rebekah told him. "Did you need something or...?" It was the only semi-polite way to say 'what the fuck do you want, I'm busy?' without actually saying.

"It can wait. Go to your friend , " Mr. Gold told her.

Rebekah hung up the phone, not bothering with goodbyes, and shifted the gears in her car to pull back onto the road. She needed to get to the station because according to Emma's phone call, Regina was already at the station wanting to be a third party to the interrogation to make sure that Emma stayed 'impartial' -- which was horseshit. Regina was there because she was Regina and always had to be in everyone's business. Not to mention her long running hatred for Mary-Margaret probably had something to do with Regina being there. If Mary-Margaret was actually found guilty, Rebekah had no doubt that Regina would be dancing on Kathryn Nolan's freshly dug grave in celebration. If they ever find the body, Rebekah thought.