(no subject)

[notinthebook]

 It's quiet in the office.

Unsurprising, really; it's usually pretty quiet in the office, especially when Graham's out making rounds in the cruiser.  She's still busy going through old files, trying to catch up on the criminal history of the town, not that there's much to look at: a few drunk and disorderlies (mostly Leroy), some break-ins, a handful of domestics.  It's the usual mix for a town this size, with the one anomaly of the mine collapse.

(Her own file's in here, too: Graham had pointed it out with an all-too-innocent smile as the newest troublemaker in town, because he thinks he's funny like that.)

It's boring in here without him, and she finds herself glancing at the clock for the third time, wondering when he'll be back.

Which is stupid.  He's not on a timetable, and she'll see him when she sees him.

Comments

[ahuntsman]

It is during his afternoon patrol that Graham gets the phone call.

It's not exactly surprising, and it's not exactly unexpected - but for the first time, since Emma came to Storybrooke, there is a pit of guilt that settles itself in his stomach like a stone.

"All right," he says into the receiver, but his voice sounds almost half-hearted. "I'll be there."



He makes a quick stop at Storybrooke Country Bread, and then it's back to the office.

He finds Emma at her desk, looking through some of their older files.

(That pit of guilt feels like it's grown larger.)

He regains his usual easy-going composure and approaches, opening the box to reveal an assortment of just-baked doughnuts.

"Sometimes the cliches are true."