I can't believe how this came to be. One day I'm walking down the street like everybody else and the next I'm seeing some guy get shot by a convicted mobster.

My name is Bella Swan. I'm your average 23 year old writer. Sadly I see one thing and now I'm sitting in an FBI interrogation room getting drilled like I'm a criminal.

"Since you've seen this we need to keep you safe until after the trial. We're putting you under an assumed identity and you will have one of our Agents with you. He will insure your safety." This guy never shut up the whole time drilling me on how I was going to be safe and until AFTER the trial.

"I'm sorry but what about when the guy goes for an appeal? And then after that? I want to be safe from his goons seeking revenge too. I've seen the news every witness you have for this guy has either died or disappeared. How am I going to stay safe? And how are you going to keep me safe?" I was not going to die for doing the right thing.

"We've given our agent over $200,000 cash. He is to use it to keep both of you comfortable. He will take you to where ever he sees fit. Only the two of you will know your location. He will check in on a prepaid phone once every two weeks and is only to say three words, so there is no way that his calls can be traced. He is to take the battery out after each use, and thrown away. Do you think you will be safe now?" He was testing me I know and I had two more questions.

"How do you know that this guys isn't the rat?" I would ask my other after I got this answer.

"Because the man that you saw get shot was one of ours, the man that is to take care of you was his son. He is at the funeral now and afterwards will arrive to pick you up. Any other questions?"

He answered my question that I never got to ask. Asshole.

"Is he going to be some little pencil pusher like you? Cause if so I think I'll take my chances alone." I need to put in another question and insult him for taking my other question.

"I'll ignore the insult in light of stress. And the Agent was a linebacker in high school and college. That's the big guy in football." He smarted off. God I can't wait to get rid of this asshole. At least the guy that was supposed to keep me safe would look intimidating.

"Great, so how soon will he get here? I need to get away from you before I go crazy."

"He should get here in about 5 minutes."

"Thank god." I felt bad that his father died. I felt worse that I witnessed it. And worsted yet that I wanted him to hurry at his father's funeral. I hope that he would heal.

Just then I woman walked in. "Sir, Agent Cullen is here to pick up Miss Swan." She looked at me then handed me a small box. I opened it and found two rings. One a simple gold band and the other was three diamonds set in a gold band. They were an engagement and a wedding ring.

"Why do I need these? I'm not married." Then it hit me. "Agent Cullen is to play as my husband."It wasn't a question but a statement. I didn't like the thought of it either. It felt strange.

"Put on your rings and follow me." God Mr. bossy.

"Right."

I follow Agent dick face down the hall to the main office area(think NCIS work area). Standing in the middle of the room was a very tall very muscular man in a black suit. He had short curly brown hair and deep blue eyes. They made me want to cry because they were so sad.

"Agent Cullen, this is Miss Isabella Swan. She is to be your wife, here is your ring. The car is waiting for you outside."

"Well Sir that's one hell of a hello. Hello Miss Swan, it is a pleasure to meet you." When he spoke his voice was as sad as his eyes.

"I wish it was under better circumstances." In truth I think anybody with a heart would.

"Same here. Well my wife, we should probably head out to our new home."

"I agree, I might go insane if I am kept here much longer my husband." I had to admit this might be fun.

Off we went, we drove south out of New York until we saw a used car lot. We didn't say anything on the ride there for fear that there could be a microphone in the car. Once we got a new car though it was all conversation. We were in a Jeep Wrangler. It was a very nice vehicle and only a year old. We talked about our cover and he gave me my new idea. My new name was Isabella Elain McCarty. His was Emmett Michel McCarty. He decided that our first names were common enough to use so thankfully we wouldn't need to get used to new ones.

"So where are we heading/" I felt like I had a right to know, apparently not.

"It'll be safer if I don't tell you. Though you'll see the signs so, we're going to Michigan."