Captain Swan - Beyond a Reasonable Doubt

THIS IS ONLY A SNEAK PEEK!!!!

A/N: Happy fourth to my U.S. readers! Happy Saturday to everyone else!

After adding cinnamon and whipped cream, she grabs her phone from her purse, sipping her delicious beverage as she checks her notifications, one being a reminder for Anna and Kristoff's wedding. It's next Saturday evening, which is doable, but having to dress up is just one of the many reasons why she doesn't enjoy going to weddings.

Everyone's always ragging her about never accepting invitations to social gatherings though, especially her cousins, Anna and Elsa. Despite living with the sisters for five years, she became estranged from them after she went off to college. Now she barely sees them at all because she's always working. She's missed so many Thanksgivings and Christmases, it would be odd to show up to one of their family gatherings now. But they're right. She should get out more.

Hard work and no play, topped with the trial and her colleague's death has pretty much drained all the life out of her, and she could use an escape. Actually, what she could use is some time on her ranch with her horses. Her home away from home is an hour outside of Storybrooke where Anna and Kristoff have a neighboring ranch and take care of her horses when Emma's in Storybrooke. That's about the only interaction she has with Anna these days-when she calls to ask about her horses and the ranch. She hadn't even told them about the trial she was a juror on.

Emma grumbles under her breath when she listens to a voice message from Detective Nolan who'd questioned her and everyone Graham worked with attending the celebration at the bar the night he was murdered. The detective got her number from the hospital, which she is not happy about. Now he wants to meet with her to discuss Graham's murder, even after she told him everything she knows, so it's a complete waist of his time. And hers.

After finding no urgent messages or calls, she goes to her living room and looks up from her phone screen. Her heart leaps out of her chest and the air leaves her lungs so quickly, the mug falls from her hands, and the ceramic breaks into pieces when it crashes to the hardwood floor. She clutches the phone to her chest after almost dropping it as well. Normally she'd be quick to clean up the mess; she'd hate the idea of leaving her floor sticky for the housekeeper to clean up and have her shoes stained from hot chocolate as the dark brown liquid pools around her feet, but she's too focused on what's on her coffee table to peel her eyes away.

A large bouquet of long-stemmed red roses in a crystal glass vase.

"What the fuck?"