On the day that she was meant to start early, Emma woke up almost two hours before her alarm was due to go off. She was so excited, yet she was really scared and nervous. She knew what it was like to start a new job – no one knew here, no one knew why she was there, and she did her research – she knew that she was coming in to replace one of their own, Lily Jake. It was going to be hard to adjust as it was, without bringing into the fact that people might be hostile towards her, because they loved their old Detective so much.

After Emma had her shower to wake herself up properly, she spent the morning trying on different outfits. She tried on black dress pants, with a black blazer. She tried on blue jeans and a black jacket. Neither of those worked – it wasn't until she put on black jeans, a white blouse and her favourite brown leather jacket that she was fully satisfied with what she was wearing. Next was her hair. Up? Down? In a ponytail? A bun? She was so nervous that she had to do her hair about ten times before she knew it was going to be perfect. In the end she decided that up in a bun would be perfect – it meant that her hair wouldn't get in her way if she had to chase down a perp, but it also meant that everyone would be able to see her face.

Emma  glanced at her watch – the time was 7:30 am. She had half an hour before she was due to start work, and she hadn't had breakfast yet. She sighed impatiently, knowing that she didn't have time. But she knew she couldn't work on an empty stomach, so she went into her closeted kitchen, and flicked on her coffee machine. A coffee was better than nothing, and god knows she needed it. She hardly got any sleep last night, with the anticipation of what today was going to bring. She put a piece of bread in the toaster too – she knew that would only take a couple of minutes. When it popped out of the toaster, and her coffee machine clicked to let her know it was ready, Emma  poured herself a mug and put the toast in her mouth. She chomped on it pretty quickly, knowing that she was pushing for time.

She walked over to her lounge, taking sips of her coffee as she went, eyeing her boxes of her personal things that she was going to take to the Precinct with her. One had photos of her and her sister, one with her parents, and one with her old unit. It also had a giant mug, which she took to every work place, and a toothbrush and toothpaste, just in case they had an all-nighter, which she was used too back in Atlanta. The other had many pens, a couple of empty notepads, her wallet and her lucky medallion that David had given her when she broke her first major case. She took that everywhere she went. Beside the boxes were her gun which was in the holster, and her detective's badge. She smiled lightly as she continued to eat her toast and drink her coffee.

Once she was done, she glanced at her watch once more, knowing that she had to leave now, or she would be late for the first day of her new job. She picked up her gun and badge, and put them on her jeans. She grabbed her box of items, and then made her way to the door, picking up her keys from the key hanger just before she exited her apartment. She got onto the elevator, which happened to be just outside her door, and pressed the button to go down to the parking lot. It didn't take long, but with the time that she was stuck on the elevator, Emma  used it to prep talk herself. You'll do fine Emma ! You're a fine detective. You can take on any case, and you'll do your best. David  wouldn't have transferred you here, if he didn't think you could hack it. You'll be fine, she told herself, over and over. She didn't know why she was so nervous, but thinking to herself seemed to do the trick, and by the time she got to her car, she was more excited than anything else.

It took about ten minutes to get from her apartment to the 1-6 precinct. She had taken the days that she had been her moving and her first day to mark out a route that would be quickest to take to work. She parked around the back, where she saw some uniforms heading towards, which she realised was for the staff to park. She grabbed her box, locked her car, and headed inside the building with no second thoughts. She was ready to do this – she was eager to please, and she was eager to do her job right.

Once she hit the right floor, she walked towards the 1-6 but she stopped at the second elevator, when she saw an older man looking hurried, and stressed. "Captain Mary Margaret ?" Emma asked, her southern accent coming through strongly. "I'm Emma Swan , your new Detective," She told her, which made him look at her with a slight apologetic, yet hurried look on his face. "You picked a hell of a day to come. I'll fill you in when I get back," She told her, the elevator doors starting to close. Emma merely shook her head. "I'm ready to work now," She told her, handing her boxes to a uniformed cop. "Here, take those in there," She commented, nodding her head towards the Special Victims Unit. "You can fill me in now," Emma told Mary Margaret , as she stepped into the elevator beside him, just before the doors finished closing.

Emma was eager to start, and that was just what she was doing. There was no way she was going to miss out on anything, just because she chose the wrong time to come into work.