STORYBROOKE, Maine

Mary-Margaret was arrested.

Emma arrested Mary-Margaret for the murder of Kathryn Nolan.

Rebekah barely put herself together as she ran out of the house in a large sweatshirt and the first pair of leggings she could find. Her drive to the police station was uncomfortable to say the least, her leggings digging into her stomach -- those pants may be able to stretch but Rebekah was far too big now to get away with wearing her old size 2 that she had been years ago.

She blinked, eyes trying to adjust to the bright sky compared to the dark in her house that she had scurried around in trying to grab everything she might need. How the hell is this even happening? Rebekah thought as she turned onto the main street that would lead her into town. Mary-Margaret could barely even kill a spider! Hell, the woman once scolded Rebekah for wishing harm on a wasp that had stung her multiple times! Mary-Margaret was not a murderer -- Emma made a mistake. That was the only explanation Rebekah was willing to believe.

The sound of her phone ringing in the bottom of the purse caused Rebekah to groan in irritation, taking one hand off of the wheel and digging through the bottomless pit, swerving a bit off the road during her efforts to find the phone. But Rebekah was quick to pull over onto the side of the road when she finally found the phone. It wasn't safe to be driving so recklessly, especially while pregnant. And no matter how panicked she currently was about Mary-Margaret's situation, she'd never do anything to harm her child.

"Hello?" She answered the phone, not getting a chance to look at the caller-ID before doing so. Rebekah hoped it was Emma calling to tell her that the whole thing was a big mistake and that Mary-Margaret had been released.

"Ms. Mills, I hope I'm not waking you."

She sighed, pushing her hair behind her ears as she shook her head. Mr. Gold. "You didn't wake me. I'm actually on my way into town right now," Rebekah said as she pulled down her visor to look in the mirror at herself. "I'm sure you've heard about Mary-Margaret."

There was a long pause and Rebekah had to move the phone away from her ear to look at the screen to check if they had been disconnected. But the call hadn't been dropped.

"Mr. Gold?"

"What is going on with Mary-Margaret?" he asked. "I do hope she's not found herself in any trouble."

Rebekah let out a huff at that. "Do you consider ' getting arrested for the murder of your ex-lover's wife ' trouble?"

She listened as Mr. Gold let out a long sigh. "Yes, I would consider that trouble."

"I'm on my way to the station now so I'll have to call you back," Rebekah told him. "Did you need something or...?" It was the only semi-polite way to say 'what the fuck do you want, I'm busy?' without actually saying.

"It can wait. Go to your friend , " Mr. Gold told her.

Rebekah hung up the phone, not bothering with goodbyes, and shifted the gears in her car to pull back onto the road. She needed to get to the station because according to Emma's phone call, Regina was already at the station wanting to be a third party to the interrogation to make sure that Emma stayed 'impartial' -- which was horseshit. Regina was there because she was Regina and always had to be in everyone's business. Not to mention her long running hatred for Mary-Margaret probably had something to do with Regina being there. If Mary-Margaret was actually found guilty, Rebekah had no doubt that Regina would be dancing on Kathryn Nolan's freshly dug grave in celebration. If they ever find the body, Rebekah thought.

She woke up in an already foul mood . Emma's phone call alerting Rebekah that her best friend was in jail only made her mood worse . And now she was going to have to face Regina after their fight. Great, she thought bitterly. What else could she go through today that would cause her stress?

Rebekah had a lead-foot the rest of the way to the police station, going well above the speed limit but got to the police station in perfect time considering how far into the woods she now lived. Rebekah parked her car in front of the station and reached over to the passenger seat to grab her purse, and in that brief moment of turning her head to grab her purse, she whipped her head in the direction ahead of her. Rebekah blinked, trying hard to re-see what she had thought she'd just seen. But it was gone. He was gone.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, shaking her head in frustration that her mind was playing tricks on her. Jefferson wasn't there. He was locked away at the mental institution under the hospital. God, that place was dreary. No matter what he had done to her, Rebekah didn't want him to be in a place like that. Jefferson was a good man to her -- or, played the role of a good man. It was real, you know it. Rebekah shook her head again to try and get rid of the little voice inside her head. Because if she didn't stop hearing it, she might end up in the room next to Jefferson's at the mental institution.

Rebekah grabbed her purse and got out of her car, locking it up before running into the police station. "Emma?" She hollered as she walked through the doors. Rebekah could hear the sound of hushed whispers just down the hall and followed them to find Regina and Emma having a heated discussion.

"How do you know she didn't do it?" Regina asked as Rebekah stayed hidden behind the corner. "If that box was stolen from her as she claims, don't you think there'd be signs of a break-in?" Regina questioned Emma. "You're her roommate. Tell me, has there been a break-in?" she taunted. "She is a woman who's had her heart broken. And that," Regina stressed the word, "that can make you do unspeakable things." Regina looked behind Emma and saw Rebekah moving out from behind the corner. "Just ask my sister." She smirked. Rebekah glared, walking up to her sister and Emma. The blonde looked over her shoulder briefly before the pregnant woman stood by her side. "Rebekah knows all too well what a deluded person with a broken-heart is capable of doing."

"Screw you, Regina," Rebekah spat out. Her attention turned to the window of the room beside her that Mary-Margaret was being held in. She heard the sound of Regina's heels clicking against the ground and by the time she looked away from her solemn friend, her older sister was gone. "Damn hag," Rebekah muttered under her breath, looking up to Emma to see her lips twitching up in amusement.

"Things aren't so great at home?" she asked.

"I moved out," Rebekah told Emma, her hand moving to her stomach which was currently being squeezed by her leggings. She groaned, trying to push them down a bit.

"Time to start maternity clothes shopping?" Emma said, moving her hand to Rebekah's stomach. The pregnant woman nodded her head with a sigh, then looked to the room Mary-Margaret was still in. Emma let out a low sigh and dropped her hand from Rebekah's stomach, seeming to already know what she was about to ask. "I can't let you talk to her, Bex."

She frowned, looking away from the window and back to Emma. "What if you just left for a little while to go on a coffee break?" Rebekah said with raised brows and gave Emma a hopeful smile.

Emma chuckled and shook her head. "Sorry."

Rebekah understood. It didn't mean she liked the situation, but she didn't want to get Mary-Margaret in any more trouble than she was already in. "Just let her know that I believe her. There's no way she could have killed Kathryn. I refuse to believe it. She's too," Rebekah sighed as she looked back to Mary-Margaret, watching as her friend lowered her head with her hands clasped together in prayer. "She's too good."

Emma pressed her hand to Rebekah's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, causing the woman to look over at her again. "I'll tell her you stopped by to show your support," Emma promised. "You should get home and change your clothes. You look like you're about to burst out of those pants," the sheriff said while making a face causing Rebekah to playfully roll her eyes.

"Fine," she said dramatically. "But I'll be back later," Rebekah said, turning to leave.

"Oh, I never doubted it." Emma chuckled and Rebekah lovingly flipped her the bird as she walked down the hall and away from her.

Rebekah stopped when she was near Graham's old office, now Emma's office, and stood in the doorway. She frowned, feeling tears form in her eyes as she pictured her old friend sitting in the chair, dirty boots plopped up on the desk as he ate his lunch. God, Rebekah thought as she quickly wiped away her tears, I miss you so much, Graham.

The man had always been there for Rebekah, he had been like an older brother to her and now with everything that was happening -- the pregnancy, Jefferson , the mess Rebekah found herself in -- it would be really nice to have Graham here to stand by her side through it all. Graham had never once judged her and was always so kind and maybe she wouldn't feel so alone if he were still here. No, a voice told her. He's not the one you want.

"Shut up," Rebekah muttered as she wiped away more tears and walked away from the door and over to the front of the station to leave the building.

But a voice stopped her from leaving. "Talking to yourself?"

Her hand balled into a fist and Rebekah felt her nails digging little crescent moon shapes into her palm as the sound of Regina's heels clicking against the ground grew closer. Instead of engaging with her sister, Rebekah inhaled deeply and continued on her way to leave the police station.

"Ignoring me? Really?" Regina scoffed as she followed after Rebekah. But the pregnant woman did not turn around, she just kept walking until she was out of the building and a burst of cold air hit her face. "Seriously, Rebekah? This is just childish!"

Childish?! Rebekah thought in anger. "You're the one acting like a child!" She shouted over her shoulder, stepping off the curb and onto the road where her car was parked.

Regina laughed. " I'm being childish? You're the one ignoring my calls and refusing to even let me know where you're living!" Rebekah dug into her purse to try and find her keys but Regina was already stepping off the curb and making her way around the car to where Rebekah was standing.

"Where I am living is none of your goddamn business!" Rebekah spat out at Regina once she finally managed to find her keys, pulling them out in a haste to unlock her door. "In fact, anything that has to do with me and what happens in my life is none of your goddamn business anymore," Rebekah said after turning to face her older sister, enjoying the look of shock in Regina's eyes that she was finally standing up for herself. "I loved Jefferson," Rebekah finally stated out loud. "I really loved him." You still do, the little voice whispered. "And you couldn't stand to see me happy -- especially with your ex or whatever the hell he was to you -- so you did what you do best; you sabotaged my chance and happiness. It's what you've done my whole life and I'm DONE, Regina!" She shouted, her anger getting the best of her.

Regina shook her head, grabbing at Rebekah's arm as she opened the car door to get in, "Rebekah, he was using you!"

"Says you!" Rebekah shouted again. The pregnant woman had to close her eyes to calm herself down, feeling her blood pressure rise. This wasn't good -- getting this worked up was not good for the baby and suddenly Rebekah started to panic. She was not out of the clear yet and she had a high risk of miscarriage given that she nearly had one early on in her pregnancy. She took in a deep breath and exhaled out slowly, in...out...in...out...in...out. She opened her eyes and looked up at Regina, watching as her sister's brows pinched together, eyes narrowed in anger. "You know what, maybe Jefferson did use me to get back at you, but can you really blame him, Regina?" Rebekah asked. "You're a miserable bitch."

Regina blinked in surprise at Rebekah words but kept her mouth shut in a thin line as Rebekah got into her car and slammed the door shut once she was safely inside.

Rebekah pulled onto the road and drove further into town after leaving the police station. Her destination: the hospital. Rebekah needed to make sure her baby was safe. As calm as Rebekah was trying to be, she had lost it and she refused to let anything happen to her baby because Regina happened to piss her off enough to raise her blood pressure to a dangerous level that might harm the child.

Because if she did lose this baby because of Regina, Mary-Margaret and Rebekah would be sharing a cell in prison.

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"Are you that bloody foolish?" Mr. Gold snapped at Jefferson who paced around his back office in the pawn shop. "I told you to stay away from her!"

"She loves me," Jefferson said, tugging at his scarf as he continued to walk around the room. "I heard her say it herself; she told Regina she loves me."

Mr. Gold rolled his eyes. "If I recall what you said earlier, Rebekah said that she loved you." He told Jefferson causing the man's head to snap in Gold's direction. "Past tense."

Jefferson glared at the man. "She loves me."

"You really have gone mad." Mr. Gold rubbed at his brow, a headache already starting to form.

"Twenty-eight years," Jefferson stressed. "Twenty-eight years I had to stay away from my family but I have Rebekah back now."

" Had ." Gold looked to Jefferson. "Past tense."

"I can get her back."

He rolled his eyes. "And how do you plan on doing that? Kidnapping the woman and forcing her to believe the ludicrous tale of the curse? Any sane person would never believe it. Her memories are gone and until Emma Swan breaks the curse, it's going to stay that way."

"The hat,"

"There's no magic in this world, Jefferson!" he shouted. "The hat will never work here!" Gold opened his mouth to yell more at Jefferson but quickly shut it when the phone in the front of the shop started to ring. He groaned and glared at the man in front of him. " Stay ," he ordered.

Jefferson glared but stayed put.

Mr. Gold pushed down on the cane with his weight as he got up from where he was sitting and made his way out of the back office and to the front of his store before the phone stopped ringing. "Yes?" He answered, feeling winded.

"Mr. Gold?"

He frowned, hearing the sadness in Rebekah's voice. "What's wrong?" Gold avoided saying her name out loud, knowing it would only cause Jefferson to come out of the back.

"It's nothing," She sniffled. "I'm at the hospital."

"Are you okay? Is the b-" He inhaled deeply, stopping himself from saying anything more.

"We're fine. Safe,"  she assured him. "But I got into a fight with Regina and I started to feel weird afterwards and I went to see Jane and she told me that she believes I have preeclampsia and since that normally doesn't happen to women before hitting twenty weeks in their pregnancy," Rebekah sniffled again, "Jane wants me to be put on bed rest."

"I." He didn't know what she wanted from him . Why was Rebekah calling to let him know all of this? Mr. Gold had been helping her out for his own selfish reasons but he didn't really care for the girl. She was simply a means to an end.

"Look, normally I'd call Mary-Margaret to come pick me up but she's in jail and Emma is trying to clear her name so I can't call her. Graham is dead and Jefferson," Mr. Gold listened as Rebekah started to cry. "He's not around so ... "

"I'm on my way," he told Rebekah. "Just stay put and try to relax."

They hung up and when Mr. Gold turned to grab his keys, Jefferson was standing in the doorway. "Who was that?"

"Mary-Margaret is in jail, as I'm sure you are already aware since you've been following Rebekah's every move," he said. "I am going to offer my services as her lawyer."

"Why?" Jefferson questioned.

"I have my reasons." He grabbed his coat and gloves from behind the counter and hobbled past Jefferson. "Now, Jefferson, if you don't mind, I have business to attend to."

He left the store, telling Jefferson to leave through the back after locking up the place. Mr. Gold would offer his legal services to Mary-Margaret, that had already been the plan, but right now he needed to get to Rebekah.

The older man drove to the hospital and picked Rebekah up, helping her back to her home as well as he could. Gold hated how weak he was in this land, barely able to help Rebekah to her couch so that she could rest while he attended to this Mary-Margaret business.

"Thank you, Mr. Gold," Rebekah said as she laid back onto the couch, grabbing the blanket that was draped over the back and wrapped it around her. "I really appreciate you doing this."

"It's not a problem, Ms. Mills," Gold said as he stood awkwardly at the end of the couch. "Do you need anything else? A book? Water?" Rebekah frowned at his words and his brows furrowed in confusion. "Are you alright?"

She nodded her head and turned a bit away from him on the couch. "I'll be fine on my own," Rebekah said, her voice sounding raspier than normal in that moment.

Mr. Gold didn't have time to coddle Rebekah Mills; he had his own agenda and a weeping woman was not going to get in his way.

"I'll see myself out." He told Rebekah as he turned away from her. As Mr. Gold walked through the front door to leave the house, he heard Rebekah sniffling a little. He sighed and shook his head in frustration. He really did not have time for this. Mr. Gold left and once he was in his car, he pulled out his phone and dialed Granny's diner, asking to speak with Ruby Lucas who sounded absolutely terrified when she answered. The older man informed Ruby about her friend's condition and didn't have time to ask her to check in on Rebekah because the young woman was rushing him off the phone telling him that she'd be at the house soon.

Clearly Ms. Lucas was aware of Rebekah's new address. If not, he was sure she'd figure out how to get to her sooner or later. Ruby seemed to be a very good tracker. Perhaps a bit of her old life still lingered inside her while in Storybrooke.

Mr. Gold drove to the police station and walked into where Mary-Margaret was being held just in time, eavesdropping on the conversation between she and Emma Swan.

"The evidence is piling up by the hour , " Emma informed Mary-Margaret.

"Okay, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you should think about hiring a lawyer."

He took that moment to butt into the conversation. "An excellent idea," Gold said as he walked into the room.

"Mr. Gold," Mary-Margaret said as she pulled at her fingers, clearly frightened of what might happen to her if this didn't get squared away.

"What are you doing here?" Emma said, looking to where he stood with her eyes narrowed in a suspicious glare.

"Offering my legal services."

Emma gave him a skeptical look. "You're a lawyer?"

Mr. Gold smiled and walked further into the room. "Ever wonder why I was so adept at contracts?" He questioned Emma, more rhetorical than anything. "I was made aware of your case, Ms. Blanchard and have being following the details, and I think you'd be well-advised to bring me on as your counsel."

"And why is that?" Mary-Margaret said in a whisper.

"Well, because the sheriff had me arrested for nearly beating a man to death, and I managed to persuade the judge to drop the charges." Mr. Gold smirked.

"Asserting your influence isn't what's needed here." Emma looked to Gold. "We need to find the truth."

"Exerting influence may be exactly what's needed here."

"What's needed here is for me to do my job!" Emma snapped at him.

"Well, no one's stopping you. I'm only here to help." Mr. Gold said the world's slowly, putting emphasis on the word help.

"Enough!" Mary-Margaret said loudly. Mr. Gold's eyes shifted to where she was standing behind bars and listened as she quietly said, "Please go."

"You heard her," Emma said to Gold, arms crossed and her eyes still narrowed in a glare.

"No," Mary-Margaret shook her head, "I was talking to you." She directed her words at Emma who snapped her head in Mary-Margaret's direction in shock. "Oh, Emma, he's right. I need help and you need to do your job or else I'm screwed." She sighed. "So just... please , do your job the best you can and you'll prove my innocence. Until you do, I need some practical help."

Mr. Gold smiled and walked closer to the jail cell. "Trust me," he told Emma. "This is in Ms. Blanchard's best interests."

Emma was quiet for a moment, but when she did speak, it was barely above a whisper. "Good luck, Mary-Margaret." Mary-Margaret forced a smile and nodded her head. As Emma turned away from her, she directed her words to Gold next. "I hope your best interests are what he's looking out for," she said while walking past him causing Mr. Gold to smile.

When Emma was finally gone, Mary-Margaret focused on Mr. Gold, arms wrapped around her middle, hugging herself. "I can't pay you," she told him.

"I didn't ask for money."

Mary-Margaret looked at him suspiciously. "Then why are you doing this?"

"Let's just say," he stepped closer to the cell, "I'm invested in your future."

It wasn't a lie.

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"Bex?" The front door to her home was being opened and Rebekah blinked away her tears while giving into a sniffle, sitting up a bit to see Ruby walking over to the couch.

"Ruby?" she said in confusion. "W-what are you doing here?" She wiped away at her tears.

Ruby frowned, pulling off her gloves as she kneeled in front of Rebekah and wiped away her tears. "Mr. Gold called me, but he shouldn't have been to one to call me . You should have. Bex, honey, what's going on? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Her voice wavered as she sat up a bit on the couch.

"No, you're not. Mr.Gold said that you were put on bedrest because of how high your blood pressure is. Bex, what's going on? What happened?" Ruby grabbed at Rebekah's hand and there was no point in trying to hold back her sobs.

"I'm alone." She cried, letting out a heartbreaking sob.

"No." Ruby squeezed her hand. "No, you are not alone."

"I am," Rebekah disagreed. "Graham's dead and," she stopped herself from bringing up Jefferson. "He was the person I went to when I felt like my world was falling apart and I don't have him anymore."

Ruby frowned, getting up from the ground and took a seat next to Rebekah on the couch, moving her arm to wrap around Rebekah's shoulders, pulling her into a hug. "You're not alone." Ruby whispered as Rebekah continued to cry. "You're not. You have me and Emma and Mary-Margaret. You have Ashley and Granny and for some reason Mr. Gold," Ruby teased causing Rebekah to give into a laugh. Rebekah pulled away from Ruby and pushed her hair away from her face, using her sweater to wipe away more tears. "Bex...the father."

"Please do not ask if it's Mr. Gold," she said with a soft chuckle causing Ruby to smile at her. But Rebekah could see the worry in Rebekah's eyes. She looked down at her hands, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. "It's Jefferson's," she admitted to Ruby finally.

"What?" Ruby said in a whisper. "I thought you said..."

"I lied," Rebekah told her, knowing Ruby was referring to Rebekah telling her that things didn't work out with Jefferson and that she had moved on to someone else. But the truth was, it had been Jefferson the entire time. Rebekah knew it was wrong to lie to Ruby but she had been so protective of her relationship with Jefferson and so damn scared of Regina finding out that she was willing to lie to her friends about it.

"Why?" Ruby questioned.

"It seems like Regina wasn't just being a possessive bitch trying to control my life when she told me to stay away from Jefferson. It was because they," Rebekah closed her eyes tightly, lower lip quivering. "They were together once and Regina broke Jefferson's heart and to get back at her he..." Rebekah shook her head, not able to finish the sentence.

"I don't believe it." Ruby shook her head. Rebekah simply shrugged and moved to lay back down only to have Ruby grab at her hand, pulling her back up. "No, Rebekah. I really don't believe it. I saw the way he looked at you that day in the diner the day after Emma came to town. It was like you were the only person in the entire room." She shook her head. "I remember thinking that...I hoped someday a person would look at me with that much love in their eyes." Ruby shook her head again, this time more firm. "Regina lied, Rebekah. There's no way she's telling the truth. I mean, maybe they did go on a couple of dates at some point but that man was absolutely smitten with you and I know in my heart that he wasn't using you as a way to get back at Regina."

Rebekah blinked, Ruby's words confusing her and making her heart ache.

"Did he ever try to explain himself?" Ruby asked.

"No," Rebekah said. "Regina told me he was...mental and..." God, how could you let that happen? Rebekah thought, thinking of how she had so blindly believed Regina before even trying to get an explanation from Jefferson. No, no -- he, he isn't right. He believes in the curse. "It doesn't matter," Rebekah told Ruby, but mostly herself.

"It does matter, Bex," Ruby disagreed. "He's the father of your child." She frowned, Ruby's words really sinking it. "Do you love him?"

"Yes." She didn't hesitate while answering. "But..."

"But nothing," Ruby told her. "If you love him and want to be with him, hear him out. Let him tell you his side of the story."

She shook her head. "What if his side of the story is mad?" Rebekah asked.

Ruby chuckled and shrugged her shoulders now. "We're all a little mad, Bex."

It was true. There were times that Rebekah felt incredibly mad. But Ruby was right about Jefferson; she should have gone and spoken to him herself without Regina by her side. They must have had him so drugged up at the hospital that he was delusional. Rebekah hoped that Regina wasn't conniving enough to lock away a sane man in hopes to keep him away from her, but sadly, Rebekah didn't put it past her.

Ruby stayed over for the rest of the night and helped Rebekah compose a letter to Jefferson that she promised she would deliver to the hospital in the morning, saying she'd try and sway Dr. Whale to deliver it to him personally by putting on her best flirting moves.

Ruby was right about a lot of things it seemed. Not just about Jefferson or Regina, but she was right about how Rebekah was not alone in this. Because for the first time, that loneliness vanished. She'd get through this and hopefully after Jefferson read her letter, he'd allow her to come see him and together they could work things out. For the sake of our child, Rebekah had written in the letter. Please give me a chance.

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He saw his moment.

He took it.

Jefferson planted the key in Mary-Margaret's jail-cell and waited until she finally found the courage to use it and make her escape. When she finally did make a run for it, Jefferson followed after her until they were deep into the woods and he could grab her without anyone seeing him do so, or anyone being able to hear her scream.

"Why are you doing this?" Mary-Margaret cried as he tied her up. He didn't answer, he only continued making sure there was no way she'd escape. "Rebekah will never forgive you for this." Jefferson looked up at Mary-Margaret and glared. "I know you two were together and I know that you are the father of her child!" she cried. "I know she's upset with you for what you did to her to get back at Regina but..." He cut her words off by putting a gag around her mouth, the room filled with the sound of muffled words.

"You don't know anything," he spat out before walking away from Mary-Margaret.

She'll never forgive you, she'll never forgive you, she'll never forgive you, she'll never forgive you.

He just needed Emma Swan to search for Mary-Margaret so he could grab her too. She was the key to breaking the curse and Mr. Gold believed that she had magic. That meant she might be able to make a new hat for him and he could get his family the hell out of Storybrooke.

But she'll never forgive you. "Shut up!" Jefferson said to the nagging voice in his head as he slammed his hand against the door after shutting Mary-Margaret away.