AN: We meet again, or for the first time, it depends on if you've read my other works or not. First and foremost, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters, except for a few in this story. This is my first story in awhile, and I'm super excited about it, it actually has a good plot in my mind, now if I can just recreate what I'm thinking.

In this story, we meet Bella, a special agent with the FBI, who was recruited at age 15, now I don't know if this can really happen or not, but for this story it did. Bella was recently shot in the shoulder and has been placed on leave from work. Her chief makes her return home and try to be a normal teen for awhile, but really can a FBI agent be normal, nope, trouble will follow and find her. Unfortunately some of your favorite characters will not survive, just giving you a heads up.

Enter Edward, the guy who has liked Bella since he first meet her, well, Edward gets a second chance with a girl who believes that a boyfriend would complicate her already complicated life, will Bella learn to lean on Edward in her times of need?

As always, reviews are appreciated. Enjoy

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my shoulder was hurting again, I could have used a pain killer at that point, but since I was at work, I couldn't exactly take meds that would put me in a deep slumber for hours.

I sat at my metal gray desk, pondering over the paperwork that I was now required to complete since getting shot in the shoulder. Paperwork that I hated. What teenager likes to fill out paperwork? Not me.

"Bella," my partner Victoria Smith said. "Chief wants to see you, in his office, five minutes, I'm sorry."

I knew what was coming. I'd been expecting this for the last week, since I'd gotten shot. I tried to tell everybody that it didn't affect me. I just didn't lie well. The guy was in custody now, so I wasn't worried that he would be out on the streets shooting others, but still, at nights when I dreamed, I still saw the gun go off and felt the pain of the bullet.

I got up and walked towards Chief Oswald Keller's office. I knocked and was allowed to enter. I saw the commissioner there as well, and when he was involved, things where never good.

"Ms. Swan, how do you feel?" Chief Keller asked.

"Fine, chief. Like I never got shot," I tried to laugh it off, but it didn't work.

"Bella, you are one of my best agents, clever, strong. You are always trying to downplay events, but you can't expect this to not affect you in some way. I remember when I was shot, a common accuracy on this job, but you have to take some time off and work through the pain, it's either take the time off, or you will be placed on desk work."

"Chief, please, I like going undercover, that's what I'm good at. Desk work and I don't get along."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. When I was shot I was young, twenty five, but you, you're only seventeen. I was placed on desk work, you get a once in a lifetime opportunity. You've been here two year, and you are one of my best field agents, and if you are going to stay on top, you have to take some time off. When was the last time you hung out with kids your own age, and I don't mean the agents. Seventeen year olds, when was the last time you went out with a bunch of teenagers and tried to buy liquor?"

My eye brow shot up, "Sir, I would never do that, I'm not that type of girl. I work for the FBI for crying out loud."

"My point is Bella, we recruited you at fifteen, you where a freshman in high school, and we needed a young person for the assignment. That meant you had to grow up a lot in just a year, I'm saying that you will have a job here, but right now you need a break, time off to be teenager, go back to high school, pretend your GED doesn't exist. Get into some trouble."

"But sir, I'm happy here, I'm happy being emancipated, what happens when I go home and everybody asks where I was."

"Your cover story is that you moved to Phoenix with your mother and continued school there. We've set everything up so you will return to Forks High for at least a term. It's only January, so that five months to recoup and relax, and have fun and find out what it means to be a teen."

"I'm not gonna do anything illegal, just so you know, the Seattle agency won't have to bail me out."

"I'm gonna laugh if you eat those words, and the agency in Seattle knows you are coming. They have your paperwork and everything ready. They will have a car waiting to take you to Forks, and there will be an agency counselor assigned to help you through this."

"Great, I have a babysitter. Need I remind you I'm…"

"Seventeen, an emancipated minor, yes, I know all this. But for the next five months, you will be a regular seventeen year old. Though, we have set you up your own apartment and a vehicle. Plus you have your salary from the bureau, you'll get vacation time."

"Great, do I get anytime to pack, or is everything there already?"

"Most everything but your clothes are there already, and a few of your personal effects."

I nodded and got up to head out of the office.

"Oh, Ms. Swan," the commissioner said, I turned back. "Please leave your gun, I don't think you will need it in Washington."

I nodded, not letting on that my gun was going with me wherever I went. That and the knife that was tucked away on my person at all times.

I walked back to my desk, and set to work on my paperwork. The rest of the day I sulked around the office, watching Dom and Ric fight, arguing with Tori about which gun was the best, and trying not to cry about leaving.

Five came fast, and I said my good-byes. I was proud, I didn't shed a tear. At least until I got home. I grabbed my suitcase, turned my music on, and set to work.

I pulled the ear-buds out of my ears, turning off the music I was currently listening to. I laid my head against the head rest of the plane seat I was in. I had to give it to the agency, when they booked my flight, they had at least given me a first class seat, and bought the seat next to me as well, so I wouldn't jostle my shoulder much, which was hurting.

My cover story about my shoulder was that I had slipped and dislocated my shoulder. The only people who where to know the real story where my personal doctor in Forks, the Seattle bureau, and my counselor.

I started school the next day, chief wanted me to get in school as soon as possible. I wanted to wait a few days, but he was insistent that I start right away.

The buckle seat belt light went off, and I unbuckled. I stood up and grabbed my carry on, and headed off the plane, back to the rainy state that was known as Washington. I looked for my new handler. Handler, I hate that word, babysitter is probably a better word, but the bureau told me to call Ms. Tanis handler. I spotted a sign with the name Swan, and I walked towards it.

"Frieda Tanis?"

"Agent Swan?"

"Yes, but I'm not agent Swan anymore, just Bella Swan."

Ms. Tanis nodded, but didn't look happy, she was about as happy as I was about having a handler.

I found my luggage, and thirty minutes later I was on my way to Forks, Washington the rainiest place in the continental United States.

Some time later I arrived in Forks, Ms. Tanis was driving, she had made no attempt to make any small talk. So, I hadn't made an attempt to make any small talk. She pulled up in front of Newton's, the local outdoor's nature shop. This was where my apartment was over, and the owners son was in my class at Forks High.

I remembered Mike from when I had been a freshman, he wasn't one of my favorite people. I was curious to see who was still at Forks High. I wondered if my best friend Alice Cullen and her two other brothers where still in attendance. I had lost contact with her after I moved away, most of my friends from Forks where forgotten. I didn't have the time or money to return, so I just forgot about them.

I uncurled myself from the car and grabbed my rolling duffel bag. Ms. Tanis stayed in the car, I wanted to cry as I struggled to haul the bag inside, it strained my back and shoulders.

"You must be our new tenant." The women at the counter looked me up and down. "Isabella Swan, correct."

"Yes, ma'am. Just call me Bella Swan though. If you could show me the way up to my room, I would love to get settled in."

"Sure, my son, Mike, will help you unload."

Mrs. Newton yelled for Mike, and I waited until he came. He hadn't changed much, still had the same blond hair, and wore it the same way.

"Bella, Bella Swan?"

"Hey, Mike," I said, trying to smile.

"Oh, let me get that for you, what did you do to your shoulder."

Mike made small talk as we lugged things up the stairs and into the apartment over the store that was my new home.

"So, why aren't you living with your father?"

"Well, I don't want to stay with him, he's still in the honeymoon phase of his new marriage, and I can't take to much lovey-dovey-ness."

Mike nodded and went to grab another suitcase. Ms. Tanis come up this time.

"Bella, I'll see you later, you want to hit the diner for dinner," Mike asked.

"Maybe, but for now, I need to get settled."

"Okay, I'll come by later to see if you need help."

I nodded and Mike left.

"Agent Swan, your chief called and gave me the information you wanted. There is a shooting range here in Forks, it's underground, and open to very exclusive people, you are now on that list once you get better. I've spoke with my chief, and you are to report in once a week to the Seattle bureau. Once a month to your bureau. You will meet with Tina Freedman, she's your psychologist here in Forks. I know this isn't what you wanted, but try to enjoy this, you need to be a teen. I will speak to you within a week." For the first time Ms. Tanis smiled and left.

I looked around the room and noticed the bureau didn't do a bad job furnishing the place. The furniture was black leather, there was a couch and recliner, the kitchen looked well stocked. The door to my room was closed, but I could see that later. I went to the window and saw my handler drive away, I glanced in the kitchen and saw a fruit basket. I went to it and noticed a note.

Get in some trouble, look in the fridge.

I opened the refrigerator, and saw a bottle of wine. My chief must want me to act like a teen, since the agency had ripped my teen years from me. I smiled.

A knock came at the door, and I went to get it. My father was on the other side.

"Hi, dad," I smiled at him and went in for an awkward one arm hug. Awkward for me because of my shoulder, awkward for him because he didn't like to show emotions.

"Bells, how's the shoulder," he released me.

"It's been better, how's married life?"

"Good, April wants to meet you, she wanted to come, but didn't because she figured we would want time alone. So, the bureau sent you home, you thinking of coming to work for the sheriff?" My father chuckled.

"No, dad, I'm an undercover type of girl, FBI only."

"I know, just giving you a hard time."

I smiled and we went to the diner to get dinner.

After a couple of hours, I headed back to my apartment, with a promise that I would visit Charlie and meet April.

I went back up to my apartment and crashed.