Thinking of You, Dear

Evil Scientist in Action

"I'm going on patrol," Emma piped up suddenly, causing David to cock his head to the side as he glanced over at her. "I guess that might be more fun than focusing on your pressing responsibilities," he couldn't blame Emma for wanting to get out of the office, but he knew Regina would come storming into the station at 1:05 PM the next day if Emma didn't finally do something about all of the paperwork she had neglected. He watched as his daughter stood from her desk and pocketed her phone, grabbing the keys to the cruiser. She rushed past his desk and out of the office just as he was about to pipe up again.

"You could just...suck up your pride and ask for more copies of the reports. I'm sure we..." he stopped at the sound of the cruiser starting up. He shrugged and lifted his cup of coffee to his lips. "...can't say I didn't try," he chuckled and went back to trying to occupy his time in a town where lots of things happened and nothing happened, all at the same time.

Emma most likely could have walked to the convenience store, but the only thing she could think of was Regina's taut, perfect torso that she wanted to place fluttering kisses all over and legs she wanted around her head -- heeled boots included! She was the damned sheriff, screw the speed limit. Matters were much more pressing now. One would think that Regina's wrath and repeated threats would have done the trick to get Emma's ass moving, but Emma almost wished there was enough money in the budget to hire someone to do all of the paperwork and all Emma had to do was sign the forms. Of course, she'd deliver the paperwork that she didn't do to the office of the mayor personally. Any chance to see Regina. Didn't hurt that she was imagining what wild office sex would be like with Regina -- she had no doubts it'd be anything but wild. Madam Mayor may be uptight, but Emma had an inkling that Regina wasn't shy in the bedroom. Emma could feel it in every single one of the brunette's kisses, the way her eyes fell half-lidded; fingers sliding along her arm at random times when they spoke. The promise speaking from Regina's beautiful whisky hued eyes through smokey makeup -- Emma stepped on the damned gas pedal, whether it was from being in a hurry or the arousal was getting the best of her.

Fifteen minutes later, Emma was dashing into the office with containers, a towel, a toothbrush, paper towels, bleach and vinegar. David watched Emma rush toward her desk with bags in hand.

"Emma, patrolling doesn't mean shopping," he didn't know whether to laugh or ask if something was the matter.

"I wasn't out shopping for a new pair of pants or anything," she grumbled as she hurriedly took out all of the containers and opened the water to pour into the containers. Her father watched with rapt interest. He remained silent for a few moments as he watched Emma suddenly become some sort of scientist -- her grin almost wicked in her confidence. He forgot all about writing up another report regarding Leroy. At this point, they were taking calls about Leroy in turns and it was his week.

It had been only about half an hour since Regina's text, and Emma was doing experiments. She was mixing vinegar with water and picked up the first coffee stained sheet of paper, careful to hold just the stained parts in the water. David's face furrowed into a mask of confusion as he continued to watch. Emma laid the satisfactorily dipped page onto the towel. She poured bleach into a separate bowl of water and tore the toothbrush out of its annoying plastic package, dipped it into the bleach water and carefully wiped at the remaining little bits of coffee stains with a triumphant grin.

David's mouth fell straight open.

"Em, this seems a little excessive, you could just-" Emma held up a hand.

"It's the principle of the matter, dad," she said simply, as if that explained anything.

"Women," he sighed out as he continued to watch Emma do this with every single sheet of paper. Within an hour, with them dried off, she began to furiously write, sign and generally do what she should have been doing in the first damned place. When the last signature was done, she jumped up from her seat, so close to wanting to victory dance like an idiot. Her father just laughed and shook his head.