Locked Up

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~Graham's POV~

"Yo Graham come listen in on this." My boss says. I hop up and walk over to the group. "We got a meeting."

-5 minutes later-

"I want everyone on this case. We're working with the FBI and  the DEA all to catch one person." The projector screen snaps up into a tight roll exposing the whiteboard behind it. There's a huge picture– well mugshot of Emma. Fuck!! What do you now?
"Can anyone tell me who this is? Harold."

"Emma Swan, a notorious drug lord," Harold answers.

"Thank you. Can anyone give me a brief summary?"

"She's a drug lord captain. She hasn't been caught," Officer Young replies.

"That is correct Young. Emma Swan has never served jail or prison time for drug related crimes just robbery. Nor has she served a full sentence. An example would be she was given five five years and only served two– if that. She is living in California right now with her family. Great cover up. We have reason to believe that she is up and running rather dealing coke again. She is very intelligent. She can get away within a snap. Swan has connections so deep that we don't even know where to start. She cannot get away this time. She can no longer be able to bend the laws in her favor."

-30 minutes later-

Once I'm on my lunch break and a ways from the station, I call Emma on my burner phone.

"Who is this? This a private number." A man with a higher voice answers the phone.

"I need to speak with the boss," I say clearly.

"Password."

"Four Js."

"Puttin ya through." The hold music last a second.

"Who's this?"

"Is this James?"

"Who's asking?" Sounds like Frankie.

"Graham."

"Alright I'll put you through."

"Honey speaking. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Graham?"

"Cracker? Graham who sweetie? I need a first and lash name? And your reason for calling."

"Graham Humbert."

"As in the sexy officer? I'll let you through."

"Swan speaking." Finally Emma.

"Emma it's Graham."

"Hi Graham, how are you?"

"No the question is how are you?! What the hell have you been doing?! You gotta disappear Emma. The police are looking for you. They got the FBI and DEA as well as my precinct looking for a way to get you and send you away for good."

"Thank you. I've been planning a father son trip. It might have to be early and extended." That's code for I need to get the fuck out.