STORYBROOKE, Maine

"This is a bad idea."

"It is not a bad idea."

It actually was probably a bad idea, but Rebekah didn't care. The town was celebrating Snow and Emma's return to Storybrooke with a taco party at Granny's diner and Rebekah and her family were going to go. Even if members of said family were excluded in the invitation. Snow had called Rebekah, telling her that Emma was not ready to accept any sort of apology from Jefferson and that it would be better if he stayed away from the party. But Rebekah, being as stubborn as she was, chose to ignore Emma's wishes.

"Why does Emma hate Papa?" Grace asked from the backseat.

Rebekah looked in the rearview mirror to her daughter. "Because Papa did something stupid while we were cursed and Emma isn't ready to let it go. But she will." Jefferson huffed at her answer, shaking his head.

Rebekah chose to drive, mostly because she believed that if Jefferson drove, they'd never arrive to the destination, seeing as it was hard enough to even get him into the car in the first place.

"Let's just go home." Jefferson sighed as they entered town.

"No," Rebekah refused, keeping her eyes on the road. "I've made salsa."

"Bex, I'm not wanted there and unless you've enchanted that salsa to make Emma forgive me--"

"I don't need to enchant it," Rebekah told Jefferson. "I'm just going to say that you've made it and once she tries it, she'll forgive you." She tried to stay positive.

Jefferson laughed at that. "As soon as you say that I made the salsa, she'll throw it out. Not to mention that you're relying heavily on the fact that Emma will even like your salsa."

"I liked your salsa, Mama," Grace said sweetly. "I think Emma will too," she added. "And then she can forgive Papa."

"Thank you, Grace," Rebekah said, looking over at Jefferson briefly to childishly stick her tongue out at her husband. The closer they got to the diner, the more antsy Jefferson got, his knee bouncing wildly as he held the container of salsa in his lap. Rebekah sighed, moving one hand off of the steering wheel to rest on his knee, patting it softly.

"I'm sorry," Jefferson breathed out.

Rebekah frowned. "It'll all work out." She assured him, hoping her words were true. What was the worst that could happen? Emma tell them they weren't welcome and them having to go back home? Rebekah made a face, remembering how Emma had threatened to arrest Jefferson the next time she saw him. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

But it was too late. Rebekah parked across from the diner, turning off the engine of her car before looking at Jefferson. He could see the worry in her eyes and gave her a soft smile. "It'll all work out." He had repeated what she had previously told him. She smiled, thankful for him.

The small family got out of the car and quickly crossed the street, stopping suddenly when they saw Emma, Mary-Margaret, Henry and David were standing on the sidewalk, watching them. Emma did not look happy.

"Rebekah," Mary-Margaret said in a sigh. "I thought I made it clear."

"Emma." Grace interrupted Mary-Margaret and took the container of salsa from Jefferson and brought it over to Emma, smiling at Henry in the process. "Wait until you try the salsa. I made it with my Mama and Papa. Hopefully you'll like it," she said with a hopeful grin before hurrying back over to her father and grabbing his hand tightly, eyes still on Emma.

Emma sighed, looking at Rebekah for a moment before looking back to Grace. "I'm sure it's delicious, Pai- Grace ." She corrected herself, briefly looking to Jefferson. 

"Does that mean that we're allowed at the party?" Grace asked sweetly. Rebekah closed her eyes, trying to hide her smile of amusement. Grace was really hamming it up, trying to get Emma to let them stay. The power of cuteness; it was something Grace always had. It made saying no to her incredibly hard.

Emma sighed, shaking her head a little before looking back to Grace. "Of course." She forced a smile. "You and your family are welcome."

"Yay!" Grace cheered, looking up at Jefferson and then Rebekah.

Rebekah winked at her daughter before looking at Emma. "Thank you," she said as Grace let go of Jefferson's hand and ran over to Henry, the two of them talking animatedly.

"I couldn't exactly tell Grace no," Emma admitted, smiling a little as she looked at Grace and Henry chatting.

"Welcome to our world," Jefferson said, trying to make the moment light. Emma looked at him, no longer smiling. Rebekah frowned, moving to grab Jefferson's hand. "Emma, I," he started to say but didn't get to finish.

Emma looked to Snow and David. "You ready?"

"Yup," Snow said, looking over briefly at Rebekah and frowning.

It would take time for Emma to forgive Jefferson. What he had done was wrong and Rebekah wouldn't try to justify it. She just hoped that over time, Emma would see that Jefferson wasn't that man anymore. They may go by the name Hatter now, but Jefferson was far from mad.

Rebekah watched as Emma, Mary-Margaret, David, Henry, and Grace all ran inside, the sound of the people waiting for them cheering happily. She looked up at Jefferson, squeezing his hand causing him to look down at her. "I love you." She told him, knowing it was what he needed to hear in that moment.

He smiled softly, squeezing her hand back. "Let's go inside," he told her, letting go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "It's too chilly out here." She smiled, letting him lead her inside.

The diner was nice and toasty and smelled heavenly, the aroma of tacos making Rebekah's stomach growl.

"Beer?" Ruby asked as she walked up to Rebekah and Jefferson, holding a mug filled to the very top.

"I wish," Rebekah said with a sigh causing Ruby to grin.

"I'll take that," he said, taking the beer from Ruby. "Thank you."

Rebekah looked around the room. "I thought there'd be more people here," she said, only seeing Archie and the dwarves.

"Party's just starting, Rebekah," Ruby reminded her.

The sound of clanking against glass caused Rebekah to look away from Ruby and towards the center of the room where David stood, ready to make a speech. "I just wanted to thank you all for joining us tonight," David said, smiling as he looked at everyone in the diner. "Mary-Margaret and I have a saying; that we will always find each other. And while I believe that with all my heart, I'd like you all to raise your glasses and join me when I say; here's to not having to look for a while." He joked causing every to laugh as they raised their glasses. "To Mary-Margaret and Emma!" David cheered.

"Cheers!" They all clinked glasses with one another.

At the sound of the door being opened, Rebekah looked over her shoulder to see Regina walking into the diner, the whole atmosphere of the room changing as silence took over.

Regina made a face. "Sorry I'm late," she apologized.

Leroy grabbed a knife, glaring in Regina's direction. "What is she doing here?"

"I invited her," Emma said calmly, giving Leroy a look. As Regina moved to set her dish on the counter, Rebekah watched as Snow and David pulled Emma away from the crowd, speaking in hushed voices. But Rebekah could hear Emma. "We're celebrating today because of Regina , " Emma reminded them. "She helped us get home -- no matter what she did in the past, we owe her our thanks now."

It was big of Emma to try and forgive Regina. Lord knew that Rebekah still had trouble with that these days. Her eyes met Regina's briefly, her sister smiling as she stood awkwardly by the counter.

"Papa!" Grace called out, waving him over.

"You go," Rebekah told him. Jefferson nodded his head, pressing a kiss to Rebekah's forehead before leaving her to go sit with Grace.

Rebekah walked over to where Regina and Henry were seated at the counter. "Enchilada?" She asked, moving her hand to her belly as her son kicked.

Regina shook her head. "Lasagna," she said, dishing Rebekah a plate. "I didn't get the memo on the party being themed," she admitted.

"Well, you're lucky your lasagna is good," Rebekah said as she took the plate from Regina, watching as her sister smiled softly. Rebekah then looked to Leroy, who moved to stand next to her. "You want some?" she asked.

He huffed. "Of hers ?" Leroy scoffed. "What's the secret ingredient? Poison?"

"Red pepper flakes," Regina retorted back. "Gives it some kick."

Leroy looked skeptically at the plate Regina offered him. "I'd take some, Leroy. It's really good," Rebekah told him. "And I am eating for two and by the time you finally make up your mind, I might have already eaten the whole dish."

Leroy took the plate from Regina, sniffing at it before walking away. Regina chuckled, "Threatening to eat all of it before he gets a chance to try it? Really?"

Rebekah looked over at Leroy, watching him shovel bite after bite into his mouth. "It worked," she said with a shrug.

Regina smiled. "That's how you used to get Henry to eat his dinner," she reminded Rebekah, causing her to smile.

It was a nice moment, and the way Regina spoke so softly, it reminded Rebekah of when she was little and Regina would speak so kindly to her. Before everything went to hell.

"Mama!" Grace's voice said from across the room. Rebekah looked over to see Grace and Jefferson watching her carefully, both having worried expressions on their faces.

"She's still scared of me," Regina said quietly.

Rebekah didn't respond. Because what was there to say? Could Regina really blame Grace for being afraid of her?

"I don't blame her," Regina said, as if she had read Rebekah's mind. "I just hope someday..." Her words drifted off and Regina looked away.

"I'll be coming back for more," Rebekah told Regina, pointing to the lasagna and then left to join Grace and Jefferson at a booth in the back of the diner. "Hiding?" Rebekah asked as she sat down next to Grace.

"Figured it was safest," Jefferson said, sitting across from Rebekah. He then made a face when he saw what Rebekah was eating. "Who brought lasagna?"

She took a bite of it before answering. "Regina."

His eyes widened. "And you're eating it?"

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "I've eaten food cooked by Regina many times before and nothing bad has happened." Rebekah took another bite. "You should try it," she said.

"I'd rather starve," Jefferson said dramatically causing Rebekah to playfully narrow her eyes at him.

"Well I guess it's a good thing that Regina's lasagna is not the only thing here to eat," she told him and then looked to Grace. "Why don't you go make yourself a plate, baby?"

Grace nodded and walked over to the taco making table.

Rebekah looked to Jefferson who sighed while shaking his head. "I know what you're going to say," he told her causing Rebekah to raise her brow up at him. "You're going to say that you think she's changed, but we both know she hasn't."

"Do we?"

"Yes." He leaned forward. "Bex, how many chances are you going to give her?" She sighed, closing her eyes. "Don't you remember how terrified of her you were? How many portals we jumped just to escape her?" He grabbed her hands, pulling them to the center of the table. Rebekah opened her eyes, looking at Jefferson. "Have you forgotten what she's put our family through?"

"Of course I haven't." Rebekah snapped at him, pulling her hands out of his hold.

"Bex." He sighed, knowing he had upset her. "I just want you to be careful."

"Don't you think it would be easier to be on her good side than her bad?" Rebekah asked Jefferson. "We spent years on her bad side and it tore apart our family. What's the harm?"

"I brought you a taco, Papa," Grace said, setting down two plates on the table, sliding one over to Jefferson before taking a seat next to Rebekah. "I went to put some of your salsa on the taco and it was almost gone," she said causing Rebekah to look over and see that the dwarves were huddled around her container with a bag of chips being passed around between them.

Jefferson chuckled. "So much for being able to take some home to save for later."

Rebekah looked over at him, glad to see him smiling. But she knew their discussion wasn't over. Jefferson wasn't willing to give Regina a second chance. He had already put a nail in that coffin.

"Do you think Emma has forgiven Papa?" Grace asked as they left the diner, heading back over to their car.

Rebekah chuckled, grabbing Grace's hand as they crossed the street. "Keep buttering her up and she just might," she told Grace.

Rebekah paused when they stood in front of the car, something off in the distance catching her eye. She looked down the street, only one street light keeping the area lit from the dark. In the darkness she could make out a silhouette. She tilted her head, walking forward only to have Grace yank at her hand.

"Let's go," Grace said, pulling at Rebekah's hand causing her to look away from the street. "It's cold."

Rebekah nodded, unlocking the car and letting Grace and Jefferson inside. She looked back down the street but the silhouette was gone. Rebekah sighed, shaking her head and got into the car.

"Everything okay?" Jefferson asked.

She nodded, starting up the car. "Pregnancy brain," Rebekah said as she pulled away from the curb. "I could have sworn I saw someone standing in the street."

"Was it Graham's wolf?" Grace asked from the backseat.

"No," Rebekah said, focusing on the road in front of them as they pulled onto the street.

"I still see her," Grace admitted. Jefferson and Rebekah were keeping the fact that Grace possessed magic a secret from the rest of the town. Jefferson didn't want Regina knowing and Rebekah didn't want Gold knowing. It was safest to keep that secret to themselves to protect their family. Grace swore not to use any magic, promising also to not tell any of her school friends, but Rebekah was still fearful that somehow someone would find out.

"She misses Graham."

Rebekah frowned. The wolf wasn't the only person who missed Storybrooke's former sheriff. Jefferson, sensing his wifes sadness, moved his hand to rest on her leg.

It was exactly what she needed in that moment. A small show of comfort and she loved him for it. Rebekah truly didn't know what she'd do if she ever lost him the way she lost Graham. It would absolutely destroy her. She grabbed his hand from her leg and brought it to her lips, kissing the back of his hand.

They were safe in Storybrooke.

She didn't have to worry about losing him here.

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"She sensed me," Cora said proudly causing Hook to roll his eyes. Standing in the middle of the street in the dark wasn't exactly conspicuous. "Rebekah. Her magic grows stronger every day. Regina wasn't even able to sense me but Rebekah; that is power sensing power."

"Congratulations," he said drily as he boarded his ship, a few steps behind Cora. "I'm sure she'll welcome you with open arms."

Cora huffed out a laugh at his words. "Hardly," she said as she turned to face Hook.

Hook sighed, a headache forming. "I thought your focus was on Regina. You said she can easily be broken," he reminded Cora. Seeing Regina all by herself walking to her car, the sadness clearly written on her face -- that could be broken. But Rebekah looked perfectly happy. She had her family. He consciously brought his hook to his mouth, the tip kissing his lower lip as he thought on their first meeting. He blinked, shaking away the thoughts. "I doubt you can break Rebekah."

"You can break anybody, Captain," she told him. "You know that better than anyone."

Hook glared. He knew all too well a person could be broken. "Why do you want them broken?" he asked. "Take what they love and they'll hate you more than they already do now."

"I don't plan on taking anyone from them," Cora admitted, finally clueing Hook in on her plans. "Regina will be easy. Rebekah on the other hand... You're right. She'll be hard to break. But I think I know how to set her over the edge."

"And what is that?" He asked.

Cora smirked. "You'll see."

Hook glared, annoyed that she wouldn't share her plans with him. She planned to break them; he just didn't know how. Maybe she didn't even know how. It didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him was getting his revenge against Rumpelstiltskin. He'd avenge his love even if it killed him.

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Jefferson walked into his old house, ready to pack up his old things to move into his home with Rebekah. There was dust on the tables, a murky smell as soon as he entered the door that reminded him of the docks. He couldn't remember the last time he was actually inside his house. Getting his family back had turned everything else into a bit of a blur.

The sound of footsteps following behind him caused Jefferson to turn, watching as his wife got off the phone and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Who was that?" He asked.

"Snow," she whispered. "Regina was arrested."

Jefferson blinked at Rebekah's words. "For what?"

It took her a moment, and he watched as Rebekah visibly gulped. "Killing Dr. Hopper."

" What ?" Did he hear her correctly? Regina had killed Archie? Jefferson had just spoken to Archie the other night at the party for Emma and Snow -- everything seemed perfectly fine between him and Regina at the time -- but clearly something had happened between the party and now.

"Ruby and Emma found his body this morning," Rebekah said with a sigh, walking further into the house with Jefferson following her until she walked into the living room, sitting on the couch as she hugged onto her belly. "You were right about her -- she hasn't changed."

Jefferson had no words. There was nothing he could say right now to make Rebekah feel better.

"Emma doesn't think she did it but...all evidence points to Regina."

"Do you want to go down to the station to see her?"

Rebekah shook her head. "It's too late. Emma already let her go. She says she's innocent until proven guilty."

Jefferson walked over to where Rebekah sat, taking a seat next to her. "Do you think that there's a chance that she's innocent?"

She looked over at him. "I don't know." She spoke honestly. "We both know what she's capable of but...I really thought..."

"I know." Jefferson pulled her body closer to his, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "I know that you wanted to believe that she had changed." Rebekah moved her face to hide in the crook of his neck, Jefferson feeling her tears roll down her cheek onto his skin. He moved so that he was hugging onto her, letting her situate herself until she was comfortable. "I'm sorry, Bex."

"This is going to break Henry's heart," Rebekah whispered.

"Where is he?" Jefferson asked, rubbing Rebekah's back.

"At school."

"So he didn't see anything?"

"No," Rebekah sniffled. "Emma made him leave for school before he could see anything."

"That's good."

Rebekah pulled back from Jefferson letting him use his thumb to wipe away her tears. "I need to help them," she told Jefferson. He knew she'd want to. "Either to prove Regina's guilty or..." She sighed, shaking her head.

"Go," he told her, smiling softly at his wife. "I can handle doing the rest on my own."

"I don't want you to have to do this on your own, Jefferson." Rebekah started to argue but Jefferson stopped her.

"How much heavy lifting were you really going to be doing, Bex?" 

She made a face, playfully narrowing her eyes at him. "Fine," Rebekah finally said after a moment. "But don't be carrying everything all the way to the house. Use one of your old cars." He smiled, agreeing to that. "I'll pick up Grace from school."

"I'll have dinner ready for you two by the time you get home," he told her causing Rebekah to smile softly at him.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" She asked him with a little smile.

"I don't think you have," he teased.

Rebekah grinned, moving forward and pressing her lips to his in a kiss. "I guess I'll just have to show you tonight." She whispered before pulling away.

Jefferson laughed. "I'm holding you to that promise, Bex." He called out as she walked away.

The front door shut and Jefferson listened to the sound of her car pulling away before he got up from the couch. He looked around the room, a frown on his face as he remembered all the time he spent alone in this room. You're not alone anymore, he reminded himself.

He walked out of the room, not wanting to take anything with him. Jefferson walked up the stairs, rounding the corner that would lead him to his bedroom. He went through his drawers, grabbing his clothes and any personal belongings he wanted to bring along with him. His scarves; he'd bring those. Jefferson saw the upset look in his daughter's eyes whenever he'd catch her staring at his scar in the morning before he had a chance to cover up.

Jefferson walked to his closet, pulling out a large suitcase and began to fill it with his clothes.

"Be honest, Mate," a voice said from the doorway causing Jefferson to jump, startled by the intruder. "Can I pull this off."

A man stood in the doorway, wearing one of the hats Jefferson had made in attempt to create another portal jumping hat. He blinked, the man's face getting more and more familiar to him. It wasn't until he saw a flash of silver that he realize who it was. "Hook?"

"Do you think that Rebekah will like that hat?" He asked, walking up to Jefferson. "I mean, was that what attracted her to you in the first place?"

Jefferson's nostrils flared at the mere mention of Rebekah's name coming out of Hook's mouth. "How did you even get here?" he asked.

The pirate smirked, raising his hook. "Portal." He took the hat off with his hook, tossing it to Jefferson. "You have got quite the setup here. Regina treated you fairly," Hook said as he looked around. Jefferson took that small moment to charge at Hook, throwing him onto the ground. Hook groaned, falling on his back. But before Jefferson could strike him, he pushed his hook to Jefferson's throat, nicking it slightly causing blood to dribble onto his leathers. Jefferson winced from the stinging pain. "I'd really hate to add another scar, Mate," he said, pushing himself off the ground while still holding his hook to Jefferson's neck.

"What do you want?" Jefferson glared.

"It's not what I want." Hook stood up, bringing Jefferson along with him. "It's what she wants."

"She?" Jefferson said in confusion. "Who?"

"Me." An all too familiar voice said.

He glared as she stepped into view. "Cora," Jefferson spat out.

She smiled at him. "Hello, Son."

He opened his mouth to speak but his body fell to the ground, head knocking against the hardwood with a bang before his mind went blank and everything faded away.

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Rebekah sat on the floor of Archie's office, going through file after file trying to find anything that might point to someone else being the killer. Emma tasked David with trying to find Regina's records since he was so hell-bent on proving she was guilty.

When Emma saw Rebekah, she had told her the same thing she had told her parents; that she believed Regina was innocent. Somehow, Rebekah believed her. Maybe it was the fierceness in her tone, or the hope in her eyes. Either way, Rebekah put her anger over Archie's murder aside to try and clear Regina's name, something only she and Emma were trying to do.

David grabbed a file from the cabinet and looked to them. "Regina's file," he said, holding it up. "It's empty."

"She did it," Snow said, shaking her head. "She killed the kindest soul in this town," she said as she got up from where she sat, walking over to David. "A man who only cared about helping."

Emma shook her head. "I promise, we'll find whoever really did this."

David looked at Emma with pity in his eyes. "Isn't it time you admit we already have?" he asked her. "Regina had a fight with Archie -- Ruby saw her outside last night and now her file is empty. That's," he sighed, "a lot of evidence."

Emma's eyes widened. She looked over at Rebekah before looking back at David. "Maybe that's the point," she said in a quick breath.

"What do you mean?" Rebekah asked Emma.

"Well, I don't know how it is in Fairytale Land but in the real world, it's usually hard to find evidence," Emma stated. "But this has been way too easy."

"Unless someone wants us to find evidence," Rebekah said in a whisper.

"You think she was framed ?" Snow looked at Rebekah and then Emma.

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time that happened in this town," Emma retorted.

"Who would want to frame her?" David asked, looking at them all.

"That's a long list, present company included," Snow admitted.

"Yeah," Emma agreed. "But there's only one name on that list that would resort to killing to get what they want."

Rebekah shook her head in anger. "Gold."

Emma rode with Rebekah in her car to the pawn shop while Snow and David took his truck. It was quiet until Rebekah broke the silence.

"I wanted to thank you again for letting my family come to the welcoming party the other night," she said, eyes on the road. Emma didn't say anything. She only nodded her head. "I know you don't like Jefferson."

"Now's really not the time, Bex." Emma sighed.

"I'm not trying to justify what he did, Emma." Rebekah continued on. "Because it was wrong and probably traumatizing but..."

"But what?" Emma said, anger in her tone.

"He wasn't in his right mind." Rebekah tried to explain. "Regina had locked him away in the mental asylum after we started to get close and he was on so many anti-psychotics."

"For the town's sake, I hope he's still on," Emma spat out. "He is dangerous , Rebekah. He drugged me, pointed a gun at my head. Threatened to kill Mary-Margaret until I made him a magical hat. He had no intention of letting either of us go."

"He would have," Rebekah whispered.

"It took us pushing him out of a window for us to even escape, Rebekah!" Emma yelled. "He's certifiably insane and if you were smart, you would keep Grace far away from him."

Rebekah pushed her foot down hard on the break, causing them both to lurch forward as they came to a stop in front of Gold's shop. "Get out," she said in anger.

"What?"

"Get out!" Rebekah yelled.

Emma shook her head. "Look, you can be mad at me all you want but I thought you were going to help us prove that Regina's being set up."

Rebekah's nostrils flared, knowing Emma was right. She turned off the engine and got out of the car, watching as Emma got out of the car as well, looking at Rebekah with a look of guilt on her face.

"Bex," she sighed. "Can we just put our fight on hold for right now?" she asked.

"Fights over," Rebekah told her, crossing her arms over her chest. "You've made it perfectly clear how you feel about my family."

"Jefferson ." Emma corrected her. "Not your family. I made it clear how I feel about him."

"You don't know him," Rebekah told Emma. "You know one side of him. A side that he hates. That terrifies him. He lost everything in our world. He lost me, he lost Grace, he lost his head -- he lost his mind, Emma. And he thought he'd had lost it all over again. He let the madness in. Once . And God, he regrets it so much. Because all he wanted was his family back and you were the only one who could give that to him. He was on drugs, he wasn't in his right mind. You met the mad hatter but you've never met Jefferson. My husband, the father of my children, the most caring man I've ever known. A man who would risk everything to protect his family. I love him, Emma. And his daughter loves him too. We aren't going to abandon him for a desperate choice he made. Judge all you want."

Emma opened her mouth to speak, but David and Snow walked up to where they were standing. Snow looked between Emma and Rebekah curiously. "Is everything okay?" she asked.

Emma nodded. "Yeah," she told her mother.

Rebekah didn't say anything.

"Let's get some answers then," David said, pointing to the door.

They walked into the store. Mr. Gold and Belle were at the counter, packing what looked like a picnic.

"Ah," Gold said upon seeing them. "Nothing warms the heart more than a family reunited." He pointed at Emma. "You have your mother's chin, Ms. Swan."

"We know that you killed him," Emma accused.

Mr. Gold smirked. "And your father's tact."

"Someone's dead?" Belle chimed in.

"Dr. Hopper," Emma answered.

"Why on earth would you think I had anything to do with that?" Gold questioned Emma.

"Because all the evidence points to Regina," Emma answered him.

"And she's not possibly capable of doing something so vile?" Belle said with a scoff. She then looked to Rebekah. "You and I were her prisoners."

"It's a frame job." Emma told Belle, not letting Rebekah speak.

"And it wouldn't be the first time you used someone to try to hurt her," Snow reminded Gold.

"Nice to see your memory is still intact, Dearie." Gold looked at Snow. "But this time, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you. It wasn't me"

"Why should we believe you?" Rebekah finally spoke up.

"Because I can prove it," Gold told her. "Ask the witness."

"No one was there." Emma glared at Gold, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, that's not strictly true, now is it?" Mr. Gold said. "The dog."

"The dog ?" Rebekah said skeptically. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not, Dearie." Mr. Gold smiled at her. "Bring him to me and I'll prove my innocence."

"I'll go get him," David said.

It took fifteen minutes for David to bring the dog to the shop. Rebekah took that time to be by herself, thinking of her fight with Emma. The blonde woman made no attempt to try and talk to her, probably knowing she was still angry. It was one thing to hate Jefferson -- it was another thing to bring Grace into it. Emma saying Jefferson shouldn't be around Grace was just too far.

The sound of Pongo coming into the store caused Rebekah to get away from her own thoughts, smiling softly when she saw the dog.

"Hey boy," Mr. Gold said as Pongo walked up to him. "Good boy, good boy," he cooed.

Belle chuckled. "I uh, I didn't know you were such a dog person."

Mr. Gold smiled. "Well, a long time ago, in another life, I got to know a sheep dog or two."

"That's fascinating," Emma said in a bored tone. "But unless you speak dog, how is Pongo gonna tell us anything?"

"Through magic of course," Gold answered. "It won't allow us to communicate but it will allow us to...extract his memories."

"Extract?" David said, pulling Pongo away from Gold.

He rolled his eyes. "You don't have to worry. He won't feel a thing."

"Why should we trust you?" Emma asked Gold, walking over to him. "Couldn't you just as easily use magic to fool us?"

"Because I'm not gonna be the one using magic," Mr. Gold informed Emma. "You are."

"Me?" Emma said skeptically. "How?"

"You have it within you," Mr. Gold replied. "Told me so yourself." Emma had magic? That was something Rebekah did not know. "You witnessed it, didn't you?" he asked Snow.

"Emma, you don't have to do this," Snow told her.

Emma shook her head, looking at Snow. "If it tells us something about Archie's death, so be it."

Mr. Gold walked over to Emma, holding up a dreamcatcher. "Do you know what this is?"

"A dreamcatcher," Emma said quietly.

Mr. Gold chuckled. "Well, it's capable of catching so much more." He clicked his tongue, causing Pongo to walk over to him. Mr. Gold held the dreamcatcher over the dog's body for a moment before it shined brightly with magic.

"What is that?" Belle asked as Mr. Gold held it up for them all to see.

"Memories," Gold answered her before moving closer to Emma. "Now Ms. Swan. You show us how."

"How?" Emma looked at the object. "It's just a jumble."

"Will it," Rebekah said, finally speaking up as she walked over to Emma.

Mr. Gold smiled at her as she stood by Emma's side. "Very good," he told Rebekah. "You make a good coach."

She glared at him. "I had to teach myself." Rebekah looked to Emma. "You can do this, Emma."

Emma took the dreamcatcher from Gold and held it in front of her, looking deeply into it. When nothing happened, she huffed. "I can't."

"You can." Rebekah disagreed. "Focus." She instructed. "Close your eyes, take a deep breath...picture it opening." She whispered. "It'll be like looking through a two-way mirror."

That did it. Suddenly, the dreamcatcher showed them Pongo's memories.

"Emma!" David gasped. "You're doing it."

"Regina," Emma said as they watched her enter Archie's office.

And then they watched her kill the man.

Emma dropped the dreamcatcher, letting it fall on the floor as she looked back at David and Snow. "You were right all along."

"I'm sorry, Emma," David said as he held a crying Snow in his arms.

Emma stormed out of the building, but Rebekah didn't follow.

"Not joining the mob?" Gold asked Rebekah, moving to stand in front of him.

She rolled her eyes. But before she could say anything, her phone began to ring. She recognized the number from Grace's school. She walked away from Gold and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Mama?" Grace said, her voice wavering from tears.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's Papa...he's," she sniffled, "he's gone."

"What?" Rebekah said in confusion, not understanding. Grace hung up the phone and Rebekah ran out of the store and got in her car. Rebekah drove to the school and got to Grace just as school let out, her daughter's face stained with tears.

"What's happening?" she asked Grace as she ran to her.

"I just feel it." Grace cried. "He's gone."

"No, baby, he's not." Rebekah tried to assure her daughter. "He's at home."

Grace shook her head. "No, he's not."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know." Grace cried. "But he's gone. "

Rebekah felt panic take over.

No. Not Jefferson. Not now.

"We'll go find him," Rebekah said, picking Grace up. "Okay? He's fine." Grace didn't say anything, she just cried into Rebekah's neck.

They'd find him.

They had to.