"What kind of a name is Storybrooke?" Bo Dennis laughed into her cell phone as her best friend Kenzi told her about their latest client. Ever since Kenzi had advertised their services as private investigators of strange and abnormal events, the clients just seemed to get weirder and weirder, and this job seemed no exception.

"Bo, honey, just listen. This thing, whatever it is, is taking little kids. Michael showed me this picture of his little girl, and I swear, she's like a little Kenzi-in-training, or she could be if you could save her from being mauled to death at the hands of the Fae. Plllllllllllllllllllllllllll lleaaaaaaaaaseeee?" Kenzi felt no remorse at exploiting Bo's weak spots as they were running short on rent money *again*.

Having known Kenzi as long as she had, Bo was quick to realize she was being manipulated, "How much is this Michael saying he will pay us?"

"Bo, it's not always about the money," Kenzi pouted into the phone.

Bo continued to tease her best friend, "For me, it's not about the money. For you, on the other hand…"

"Spare me your holier-than-thou morality attitude. We've been over this. You need to help the weak and defenseless, and I need a new pair of shiny leather boots," Kenzi knew that Bo would give in eventually. She knew the unaligned succubus couldn't resist a missing child case because it reminded the older woman too much of her own life searching for the parents she never had.

"Really, Kenzi?" Bo rolled her eyes expressively as she moved the phone from her left ear to her right. It didn't even occur to her that Kenzi wouldn't be able to see her facial expression through her cell phone. Her emotions were always bubbling near the surface due to the nature of her fae abilities, and the majority of the time, she found reigning in her feelings to be a pointless exercise.

"What if I told you that you got to seduce a really hot woman to get information? Like bow-chicka-wow-wow HOT," Kenzi continued as she pulled out the photo Michael had given her of Storybrooke's mayor. According to him, nothing took place in Storybrooke without her full knowledge, and he was absolutely positive she was the one who had kidnapped his two children.

"Kenz, I know you and Lauren don't really get along, but…" Bo started. Not getting along was a bit of an understatement. The animosity that Kenzi exhibited toward Lauren was legendary, although it had been decreasing a little ever since Lauren had lived with them for a time while on the run from the Ash.

"But I don't like you sitting at home moping just because she got back with Nadia. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else," Kenzi insisted. "Remember, I've had way more experience with rejection."

Bo bit back a sarcastic response about how clearly Kenzi had forgotten how they were nearly blown up by a serial killer after she had taken Kenzi's advice last time about recovering from rejection with a 'no strings attached' sexual experience. On the one hand, Bo knew the younger girl was right that she had very little experience with rejection. The succubus was used to having people (and fae) fall under her spell with the slightest touch. Kenzi didn't have that luxury. Still, the whole 'no strings attached' thing had worked really well for her first encounter with rejection until Jenny had ruined it.

Not that Bo was really looking for a way to get over Lauren because she wasn't. She and Lauren had an understanding that she never had with Dyson. Lauren had always understood Bo's needs as a succubus mean that sexual monogamy was unrealistic and had come to terms with that. Bo was actually finding it harder to extend Lauren the same courtesy with Nadia, but she was trying her hardest. Perhaps a new job would be a good idea after all.

Bo certainly needed a distraction-and rent money, though she'd never admit money was a factor in her decision. She reasoned Kenzi did well at identifying the cases that appeared Fae-related, so it probably wouldn't be a wild goose chase even if the town was named Storybrooke. Bo finally acquiesced, "Fine. Kenz, tell me everything you know, and who is this really hot woman that I need to use my powers on?"

"Well, the kids were taken near the beach, and I'm just getting a huge Fae vibe. These kids were *just* reunited with their father, and then suddenly they go missing. It doesn't make any sense. Anyhow, he thinks the Mayor is responsible…she's the really HOT woman. Michael keeps calling her the Evil Queen for some reason. Maybe it's a stage name or something," Kenzi thought out loud. "Anyhow, you have to get permission from the Mayor to search her town anyhow, so it can't hurt right?"

Regina Mills sat at her desk, staring at the mound of paperwork in front of her, and wondered if there was any point to completing it. It was only a matter of time before the citizens of Storybrooke insisted she step down and held a new election—with her luck, they'd probably elect Mary Margaret Blanchard the new Mayor in absentia. She should be spending her time focusing on getting Henry back in her life, which unfortunately meant she had to get Ms. Emma Swan back from the Enchanted Forest when all she wanted to do was leave her there and pretend she didn't exist. Well, that wasn't entirely true: she was already beginning to miss their fights. Emma was the only one to really stand up to her, and Regina liked being kept on her toes. Not to mention the adorable little smirk Emma sported whenever she mistakenly thought that she had put one over on the mayor; ok, it was official—Regina had lost her mind.

Regina stared at the clock momentarily, thinking to herself. It was going to be a long day. She sighed and picked up the papers at the top of the pile and began to read, 'Storybrooke Town Budget.'