I didn't write Twilight. I think y'all know this already. I do hope you enjoy this though.


"Just Another Day at the Office"

"It will be a breezy, overcast 76 degrees today in D.C. Expect it to get cloudy with a seventy percent chance of rain later on tonight and the low to drop to the mid sixties...

And now, moving on from weather in to other news… From Congress… Today's bill from the House on gun control will hit the Senate floor. Talk about the bill has already been met with speculation from both sides of Congress. Also, last night Speaker of the House Susan Cope spoke of her mixed feelings on President Banner's recent points ..."

Emmett effectively silenced the radio in the car by reaching up and hitting the power button right after mention of the President began, "Don't listen to that kind of stuff. You don't want it to make a difference."

"Yeah, I know. I honestly just turned it over to check for traffic reports," Edward told him, almost more to convince himself than his friend and co-worker. "Besides…it's not like I thought I had to give up knowing what was going on in the world at all times when I signed up for this."

Emmett, ever the laid back and quiet man that he was, simply responded with reason, "You know what you're supposed to know. You know that. Everything that we need to know we read about at work. Well, at least the political 'goings-on.' Everything else is fine though."

Jasper poked his head between the front passenger seats as he said, "Yeah, Rookie. Besides Santa Claus will know if you've been catching up on the news while off duty." He sang, "He knows when you've sleeping, he knows if you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake," to further prove his point.

"So, that's how he got his code name?" Edward asked. He'd always wondered why someone would pick that code name for himself; he had always thought it was kind of odd. Now, it made complete and perfect sense. It also seemed a bit scary, but Edward chose to not dwell on that due to the fact that he wanted to make a point, "And besides, I've been on the force up here for eight months now, plus my first two years back home. I hardly think that I'm still qualified as a rookie."

"Well yeah, you still kind of are, but no worries. You're almost there…Rookie. Oh, and he's also called Santa Claus because he gives his Mrs. 'visions of sugarplums' if you get my drift…" Jasper said as he sat back with a cocky swagger and rested his arms against the headrest in the backseat.

Edward and Emmett shook their heads as they grimaced but it was Edward who actually responded, "You're such a dick sometimes, Jasper."

Emmett nodded his head in affirmation and then went back to staring out the window; probably imagining the cupcakes he wanted to eat from The Veranda Bakery.

"Well, I had to be. When your mom names you 'Jasper' you're going to be subject to bullying or being the bully. Guess which one I chose?" He winked into the rearview mirror to add flourish to his question.

"It's not like Jasper is a bad name," Edward said back to him.

"It is in Texas," even the way he said "Texas" was twanged in southern drawl, "but I mean, you should know, Eddie Boy. It's not like you had much of a choice with a name like 'Edward.' I mean, you were either destined to be one of three things," he ticked off his fingers as he named each point, "You were either going to be a huge dork, a politician, or cool ass motherfucker with a badass job." He waved his hand at Edward as he drove, "I see you picked the right choice."

"Your logical thinking sometimes astounds me, Jas," Edward responded as he pulled up to the security check-in for their assigned parking garage. All three men showed their IDs to the guard.

Emmett laughed and agreed, "You're not the only one."

Jas faked a hurt look, but then produced his signature sideways smirk. He knew he was somewhat of an asshole, but it was just something that he couldn't care to change.

Once they entered the entryway to the elevator all their demeanors changed.

Before they could afford to just be 'guys goofing off.' but now they were at work. Now they had a job to do. Now was not the time to let interference of any kind into the work place. Especially when that work place was 'The Single Greatest Home Court Advantage in the World.'

Emmett swiped his identification card, and the elevator started moving automatically. They were all quiet as they rode up four flights to Level 1. When they stepped off the elevator they walked into the small rotunda and proceeded through the first of two fingerprint identification security checkpoints. Once finished with that they made their way down the main hall and then through another security checkpoint that scanned each of their palm prints and vein patterns, before continuing on to their desks. There, they stowed their personal belongings, looked over and memorized the day's schedule, put in their earpieces, checked in with the rest of their team, and lastly, checked and armed their weapons. The whole process took about a half hour.

Once every one had checked out with other men in their team they took the elevator up again to the Ground Level, entered the back hallway, and then headed to their checkpoints of The Residence and relieved the last posted team.

He was on the move about 30 minutes past Edward's team's arrival, and when the signal, "50 Stars is on the move," came through in his ear from Emmett it was 'go time.'

As 50 Stars made his way into Edward's area he greeted him with a "Good Morning, Edward," and he responded in kind, "Good Morning Sir," with a slight nod of the head. For the whole two minutes that he was in Edward's station, Edward's eyes were on the move. They roamed, scanned, and made sure that everything looked as it was supposed to, even though they were in a secured hallway. Once he passed through the area, Edward went back and took his place against the wall so that he could look down the hall or across to view outside the large windows that opened up to a plush green yard.

As soon as it was confirmed that 50 Stars was stationed at desk job the team proceeded ahead with their orders and observed. They watched for anything and everything out of the ordinary, all the while standing in a stately, silent splendor.

So began another normal workday for Edward, at his job, at a big white house.

~~~TTfG~~~

She was running late, and she hated to run late, but if they had wanted her here early they should have told her as much yesterday. Now she would be ten minutes late, which meant that she wouldn't have any time to get herself a cup of coffee from the break room. That was what upset her more than anything else. At this early hour, Bella needed her damn coffee. The day would just not start out right without it.

It was then that Bella made a mental note to buy another travel mug, since the last one -God rest its soul - had met its demise.

As soon as she had one foot placed on the second floor of the Library of Congress, she was met with a frantic Angela. "I needed you here like fifteen minutes ago."

"Well, then you should have called me, and woken me up fifteen minutes earlier, or better yet told me to be here early yesterday. I love helping you out, you know this Angela, but I'm not a mind reader."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I really appreciate you helping us out this week since Mike is on his honeymoon," Angela said as she placed a hand on Bella's shoulder. "Really, I appreciate it. To be honest I wouldn't want anyone from any other department to come in here and help. They would just screw it up, and that would piss off a lot of members of Congress. I can't have that over my head."

"I know. That would suck. You'd be out of a job, and then who would I pick on at work?" Bella joked so as to lighten the sudden, even more frantic mood of Angela.

It worked because she laughed and jested back with a "Har har."

They'd reached Bella's desk by that point and she had started to stow away her belongings. "Do I have time to get a cup of coffee before we head downstairs?"

"Yes, because, frankly, I need one too! I'll brief you on the way down," Angela said. She didn't really look like she needed any coffee, but sometimes you just never can tell. That didn't stop Bella from silently praying that Angela would get a cup of decaf, though.

As they made their way to procure their cup of joe, Angela talked, "So, The House is introducing a new crime bill on the floor today. Its main goal is to enforce and garner tougher gun control laws. It basically calls for heavier restrictions on getting a license to carry them, and also looks to modify the current regulations of obtaining and using. So, today we'll be pulling and setting aside all past gun control and crime bill acts. We've already had four staffers come into to check out books, because they apparently can't wait for the mail service like normal people, and with it just being me down there for right now, I can't both pull and check them out."

"So, do you want to do one, and I'll do the other?" Bella asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great! Which one do you want?" Angela asked Bella, even though she already knew the answer to the question.

"Something tells me that you already know."

Angela made a show of winking and shrugging her shoulders, "Maybe, maybe not."

They both chuckled before Bella told her friend, "Okay, so, I'll go get started in the back, and you go help that young, hot staffer that's checking out your ass," she started to walk away but not before saying, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Ang."

Bella made her way to one of many employee-only sections of the LOC and started searching for what she would need to pull.

She loved this part of her job – being amongst the old words that formed our nation and society. She got a kick out of looking up and reading over the words that directly influenced our world today. Sure Bella had an idealized point of view about her job, but she liked that point of view just fine – thank you very much. It was why when she graduated and finished her internship here at the Library of Congress that she applied for a full time job. She loved being a Rare Books Expert, and couldn't even bother to be put out on the days when she volunteered to help out the Congressional Research Service on days they needed extra 'man power,' because even then she still got do what she enjoyed doing.

Soon after she finished her cup of coffee she went to work, and by lunchtime it was just like any other day on Capitol Hill for Bella.


A/N: Well, that's chapter 1.

First of all I have to sincerely thank the lovely Mrs. Boudreaux for all of her help that she has been giving me. You are the Ouiser to my Clairee, and I love you more'n my luggage. I only hope that someday we can get together and throw baseballs at Janice VanMeeter's head. It would be "fabulous".

I also have to thank Fic Mom and beta extraordinaire Marvar. She schools me in the ways of grammar better than any of my English teachers have previously done. You are the Ruth to my Kristen, and I love your Rob Porn. Keep it comin', and I've got a bunch of singles for next time...

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