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Snow White brushed a stray lock of ebony hair out of her face and rubbed her eyes tiredly. Glancing at the clock that sat on her desk she couldn't believe it was already 8pm! She shot a look at her to-do pile and was pleased to see it was almost at the halfway mark. Considering that a win for the day she stretched and began to shuffle papers into an organised pile, until they looked slightly neater. She did love her job as Deputy Mayor, she could really bury herself in work which left very little time for thinking about anything else, but sometimes, when her back went stiff and her head ached she wished she had something else to distract her.

Her mind wandered to the Sheriff as she stacked a pile of his messy paperwork to one side, ready for the morning. He was often a distraction, although she did feel rather fond of him, so he was a welcome one at least. She could never let him be more than a colleague, but she was allowed to think about him from time to time surely? She smiled a little until she heard a shattering of glass somewhere among the shelves behind her, and she rolled her eyes wondering what Bufkin could possibly be up to now. "Bufkin, that better not be anything expensive!" she called as she roamed between the books and artefacts that filled the giant business office. She called for the little calamity on wings again, but received no response, so she delved deeper, as the tinkling of glass and scraping of wood grew louder. She rounded a shelf to find a man in a ski mask climbing up the shelves reaching around for something.

"May I help you with something?" Snow called loudly, making the intruder jump and drop to the floor in front of her. "I think you had better show me who you are before this gets any worse" she said, folding her arms across her chest and tapping her heeled shoe on the cold cobbles. The masked man shook his head and she started towards him, reaching out to pull of the mask. Suddenly he pulled a knife from his belt and swiped at her, making her jump back in surprise. She looked around for something to defend herself with, but came up empty and she slowly backed away from the attacker. "Look, if you just leave, this doesn't have to get any worse" she reasoned, but he stepped towards her, shaking his head again. She swiped a few heavy books from the nearest shelf and threw them at him, tearing off through the aisles as he followed closely behind. She called out for Bufkin again, but nobody answered and suddenly he was right behind her, grabbing at her ponytail dragging her to the floor. She kicked and punched at him as much as she could as he towered over her struggling to get the shiny blade out of his hands. He jabbed towards her stomach and she managed to catch the blade between her palms, she felt her skin tear and burn as she sharp metal catch and he pulled back stabbing again, this time planting the blade firmly in her shoulder and she screamed as pain tore through her body. Her vision went white as shock coursed through her veins, but she could hear him curse and his heavy boots thundered out of the business office, slamming the door behind him.

Sobbing in agony, she pulled the blade out with blood-soaked hands and shook violently, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. The coppery smell of blood filled her nose and overwhelmed her as she tried to push herself to sitting. Her body felt heavy as she dragged herself over to her desk and pulled herself, very slowly to her feet. Sticking the knife into her jacket pocket, she presses a hand to her shoulder and stumbled out of the Business Office, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. As she almost fell into the lift, she couldn't help but notice the terrible stench from the carpet, and she could hear the cables and motors clanking loudly around her. She closed her eyes and tried to block it out, but with little success, until thankfully the doors slid open and she groaned as she hugged the wall, lurching towards Bigby's door.

To her surprise, his door opened before she reached it, a look of confusion on his face. "Are you alright Snow, I thought I could smell...blood?" He ran to her as she slumped on the wall and he gathered her into his arms. "Hey! Hey! Don't panic, I've got you" he said as her eyes lolled and she whimpered. "I'll call Swineheart and we'll get you fixed up" he said soothingly and carried her into his apartment, placing her gently onto his shabby blue sofa. He peeled off her jacket and grabbed an old shirt of his, helping her to press it to her shoulder as he wrapped her free hand in a clean cloth he managed to hunt down.

"A quick call to Swineheart and you'll be good as new" he continued and began dialling for the good doctor. He paced around the room until he finally answered, demanding he come over as soon as possible to help Snow White. "She's been stabbed? With what?" the doctor asked, and Bigby rolled his eyes snapping, "A knife probably?" Snow suddenly moaned and motioned for her jacket. He lifted it off of the floor and the knife fell out with a heavy thud, and his voice died in his throat. "Actually it's quite a specific knife" he mumbled as Swineheart pushed him to elaborate, "It looks quite a lot like the lycanthropy knife she used on me..." Swineheart was silent for a moment. "I'll be with you in ten minutes" and the line went dead.