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Double O heaven

How it all began...

"Isabella Swan," I heard him call. Bella. My name was Bella. I didn't want to go up. It was like my feet were glued- no, nailed- to the hard floor. I wanted to leave. "Ms. Swan." He said again, almost irritably, "We are calling you up to the stand." My lawyer continued to announce. The jury whispered questionably to each other, murmurs of confusion. But I couldn't move. It was my case for god's sake. I was the accuser in this situation, the one who brought it to court, so why couldn't I move? I knew I was going to win this case if I just told the truth… but I could feel them watching me. I could feel them waiting for me, daring to tell, planning what to do to me if I did. What if they killed me too? They got pretty damn close to it last time. They had done it before, and they would do it again. They were scum.

"Ms. Swan, this is your case, might I add, and we would like to question you. Refusing to go up will force us to forfeit the case in the suspects favor."

I cautiously stood up. I made my way silently to the front of the room. Sitting down behind the stand, I avoided everyone's eyes. I was afraid of meeting one of theirs. Especially his. I swallowed hard and looked up at the lawyer. He raised his eyebrows as if to ask 'are you ready for this?' I wasn't sure if I was or not. He knew it too. They all did.

"Ms. Swan," he started, "You said earlier that this man," He pointed across the courtroom to him, "Is responsible for the death of your father, Charles Swan."

"Charlie." I immediately corrected him, out of habit. Everybody looked at me funny, even the judge. "Sorry…" I mumbled into the mike.

How did I get here? Only a few weeks ago, I had a loving father and a boyfriend and a career. My life was made. Now, just days later, I was answering questions about my father's murder in a courthouse. Not to mention that the accusations were against my boyfriend himself. Well, mostly his father, but he certainly helped enough. As for my career, I was fired from my job. It wasn't high paying by any means, but it got me through. Now I had nothing. All because my boss thought I was crazy. But they really did kill him. I didn't make it up. I just didn't.

"But you confirm that you witnessed the murder first-hand?" The man in all of his blue-suited glory asked, snapping me back to present-day reality.

"Yes, that is correct." I spoke, articulating precisely into the microphone.

"How did you say they killed him?" He paced across the tiled floor.

"A gunshot." I whispered sadly. I knew it. "And a knife." I added, thinking back unwillingly to last week.

"Do you know about when you two were attacked?" He asked.

"Not really. Around six? I was in the process of making dinner… that's really all I remember."

"And you were attacked also?"

"Yes."

"Would you mind telling us how you were attacked?"

"A knife." I choked out.

"Is that all?" This was it. How I was to win he case. Only a few simple words and they would be locked up forever. But my mouth wouldn't form the right way to say them. My mouth went dry and my tongue felt like sandpaper in my mouth.

"N-no." I stuttered a bit. I just couldn't say it. Not in front of all of these people, these… strangers.

"How else were you condemned?"

"Rape." I barely whispered. I was too far away from the mike.

"What was that?" He asked again.

"Rape." I said again, tears forming in my eyes.

"They killed him and then raped me. They hurt me. You can't let them get away with that!" I started crying.

"Them?" The lawyer questioned, "Who else? You only accused Billy Black of murder. Was there someone else in on it that you didn't file into the police?"

I wanted to tell them about how Jacob, his son and my now ex-boyfriend, had helped. I wanted to scream that Jake was the one with the knife…. The one who tried to kill me too. But he caought my eye, in the back of the room, a sick smile across his face.

'you tell, and I'll get you again.' He mouthed. I shivered.

"No… I mean yes… Billy was the only one, I got carried away." I mumbled.

"You're sure?" The lawyer gave me one last out.

"Yes." I sighed, tears in my eyes. I couldn't risk it if he got off… if he came after me again.

"No more questions." He concluded. I stepped off the stand. Five minutes after sitting back down in my seat my phone vibrated.

One new message: Jacob Black

Thanks, I owe you one, Bells.

I gulped and looked back… 'Love you.' He mouthed sarcastically.

'Go to hell.' I mouthed back seething.

Another text:

Will do, thanks for the advice. And I watched as Jacob Black, the murderer and rapist, got up and walked out of the courthouse Scott-free. I hated him. The only thing worse was his father himself.

Billy was arrested later that day. In a way, so was I. No ,I wasn't put behind bars, but I was taken away. They came into my house at one.

"You have one minute to pack," They told me, "Pack lightly. You won't be coming back."

I was terrified. Who were these people, who just came bursting in here, demanding me to leave?

"What?" I exclaimed. That was when they showed me their badges.

"Agent Cooper and Agent Kelly." One of the two men in suits muttered, "Now pack. This is for your own safety." Needless to say, I listened to them.

I sprinted up the stairs and grabbed a large duffel bag. I threw in my favorite top, dress, a pair of jeans, sweats, sneakers and then I just started randomly throwing in clothing after I had my favorites in there. I put in my toothbrush, my favorite perfume and my makeup bag. Then I made my way over to the bookcase. It was too hard to choose just a few in such a small amount of time. I ended up with Wuthering Heights, Romeo and Juliette, To Kill a Mockingbird and, The Great Gatsby. All classics and all of my favorites. After that, I just kind of starting throwing random things into the bag, to fill it up as much as I could. I mean, they said I wasn't coming back. I just had to deal with that.

"We've spotted something along the perimeter!" One of them shouted.

"We have to go! Move, move, move!" He the other yelled at me, rushing me out of my own home. I was hurried into a large black car and driven at full speed away from my home. I was confused and scared and just about ready to hurt somebody.

"Have you been harmed?" The driver asked hastily.

"What's going on?" I panicked

"Answer me." He demanded.

"Then you answer me!" I snapped.

"We're the CIA." He stated.

"Really? I had no idea." I said sarcastically, "I meant why the hell are you taking me away!"

"You were being tracked."

"By…?"

"Well, we aren't so sure. We found the area of plans to your death along with notes and evidence suggesting stalking and possible threats to your safety. Based on the court's decision earlier this afternoon, we've decided to put you under witness protection. No more questions."

"But-"

"I said no more questions." I man grumbled. I shut myself up. No need arguing with a CIA agent who no doubt had a gun in handy at all times.

When the van stopped, I was ordered to get out immediately. I emerged from the tinted car to find myself at a plane's takeoff strip. There was a large jet in front of me, leaving me dumbfounded.

"Get in!" I heard yet another order.

I sprinted up the railway up to the entrance of the plane. It was humongous. I set the duffel down. Then I sat myself down, yet another command given to me. I sat quietly, listening awkwardly to the aircraft's MUSAK tunes. I could hear arguing from down the hall as the plane took off. I was wound up and ready to cry the second I saw another human being.

"Please, just give me this case! I need it!"

"Agent Cullen-"

"I haven't been on one since October. I know you don't want me attached after what happened last time. I promise you I won't be attached this time."

"What happened last time wasn't your fault and you know it. I'm afraid if I let you on this, it will only feed your guilt."

"Please, boss. I need to work for my money. I need to take this case!"

There was a silence filling the air, awkward even to me, though the conversation was happening just beyond the doors across from me.

"Alright." I heard him sigh. "You've got the case. You're a talented Agent young man. No one better for the case. I just don't want you to go back to where you were a while back. You may be an employee of sorts, but you're also a friend."

"I understand sir." The man, Agent Cullen I think, agreed.

The doors opened to reveal a tall, lean, fit man with tasseled bronze hair and gorgeous green eyes.

"Hello, Ms. Swan. I'm Agent Edward Cullen. Your husband."