A/N Hello my fellow readers, I would like to start this Fanfic by saying that Mercy Joseph is actually Emma, but as you read further into this chapter you'll see why her name is Mercy, and as the story goes on she will change her name but I can't tell you why, or else that'll give the story away.

Anyways I hope you like this story!

Chapter 1

The heat was brutal, as Mercy Joseph walked down the street, it was the middle of July in Florida, and as if the heat wasn't bad enough, Florida was experiencing a massive heat wave, the worst one in fifty years, the temperature was supposed to reach ninety five today.

But despite the heat Mercy had to get to the soup kitchen, to serve up the poor, something that the nuns in the orphanage that she lived at made her do every Sunday. Since Mercy was eighteen now they didn't technically have to let her live in the orphanage anymore, and Mercy knew that if she got kicked out then she would be screwed. After all the orphanage was all she knew, her parents had left her on the doorstep when she was just a baby, along with a note swearing that they would come back for her one day, a note that had made Mercy hope beyond hope that her parents would come back for her all through her childhood years. But as the years passed she had given up all hope of ever having a family. Of course the fact that she wasn't up for adoption didn't help, because of the note that her parents had left for her, Mercy had refused to be adopted, however if she had known that her parents were lying about ever coming back for her then Mercy would have gladly been adopted, living in the orphanage (despite the fact that it was super religious) was for lack of a better term hell, Mercy knew that her name was supposed to be Emma, that's who the note that her parents had left for her was addressed to, in fact her full name was Emma Marie Swan, but the nuns had decided that that name wasn't religious enough, so they gave her the name Mercy Mary Joseph. Which was a name that she couldn't stand, but she knew better then to speak out against that. Because the nuns would not take too kindly to that, not that they would do anything really, just probably yell at her, they were pretty friendly, they just had short tempers sometimes.

Mercy stopped walking to take her cellphone out of her skirt pocket, skirts were considered more "modest" then pants, after all she didn't want to give boys the wrong idea, not that Mercy actually knew any boys, the orphanage was all girls, and they weren't even allowed to really leave the property, except to go to the soup kitchen.

"Hello?" Mercy asked answering the phone.

"Mercy!" Sister Lisa screamed on the other end, she was one of the strictest nuns at the orphanage, "where are you?!" She demanded.

"I'm almost to the soup kitchen." Mercy said, speeding up.

"You're late."

"I know I am, but…"

"Just get there!" Sister Lisa yelled, "You're making us all look bad."

Before Mercy could say anything else, the phone went dead, Mercy sighed wiping some sweat off of her forehead, it was easy for Sister Lisa and the other nuns to boss her around, they were inside the orphanage where it was nice and cool, granted they had to look after a bunch of kids, but still they weren't being forced to walk in this awful heat.

When Mercy walked into the soup kitchen, she was greeted by a very annoyed Terry, who ran the soup kitchen.

"Mercy," he said looking at his watch, "you're late."

Mercy walked past him putting her brown hair into a ponytail, and putting on an apron.

"Are you ignoring me young lady?" Terry demanded.

"No," Mercy said doing up her apron, "I'm sorry it won't happen again."

"Make sure that it doesn't." Terry said through gritted teeth, Mercy hurried behind the counter and started pouring soup, into bowls.

Neal watched as the strange brunette walked into the soup kitchen, something that she did every Sunday. As he stared at her Neal discovered how beautiful she was, and ever since the first moment that he had laid eyes on her he had wanted her. Taking out his cellphone he quickly dialed a number.

"Peter," Neal said smiling, "I think I found our next girl."

"Have you ever considered getting out of this dangerous game that you're playing, Neal?" Peter asked slightly annoyed.

"No, and a million bucks says that neither do you." Neal said, being his typical egotistical self.

Peter sighed, "Where should I meet you?"

"Outside the soup kitchen, I've had my eye on this brunette for quite a while, and I think that it's time we met."

"What time?"

Neal thought for a moment, the brunette usually left around seven or so, "I'm going to say be here by six forty five." Neal said, he wanted to make sure that they had plenty of time.

"Alright see you then." Peter said hanging up the phone.

Neal put his cellphone back in his pocket, and turned to face the soup kitchen, taking out a pair of binoculars, he stared at the brunette, she really was beautiful, she had gorgeous green eyes, really white teeth, and a killer body, Neal knew that he had picked the perfect girl this time.

End Chapter 1.

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