Emma/Regina • R
Gift for mscrazybird for SwenSecretSanta
“I’m calling to report a crime.”
Emma’s breath left her and she responded, “What…?” into her cell phone in the most unprofessional tone ever because oh God, the last time she had spoken to Regina it had ended in an impromptu kiss and more blushing than one person should really be allowed to do. It had been an accident due to too much spiked egg nog, Emma’s apparent lack of self-control, and the unexpected twist of Regina having the voice of a freaking angel, and now Emma was hiding out in the Sherriff’s office, completely mortified and trying to work through how in the hell she was ever going to face the mother of her son again.
“A crime, Sherriff,” Regina repeated, her impatient tone filtering through the phone. “That is your job, is it not?”
“I… uh, yeah,” Emma stumbled, nearly tripping over herself to get to her desk in order to take down the report. Focus, she internally berated herself as she grabbed a pen. Don’t make yourself look like more of an idiot. “Is… ah, wh—what happened…?”
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