"NYPD hands up!" She knocked the door down, her boots adding another mark on the dirty white door. Her partner moved in behind her, his blonde hair the only bright thing in the apartment. Her brown eyes scanned the room, the darkness around the room left little for her to see. The room was stretched out to the left where it bent around a corner, she headed towards the corner. When she rounded the corner the short hallway displayed three doors.

She took a deep breath, waving the Jasper to move up to the door on the right, her hand in a fist told him to wait. Right on cue they both threw open the opposite doors, the dim lamplight showed a single twin bed in the room. The panelled door, presumably leading to a closet, was everyone policeman and woman's nightmare. Anyone hiding behind the door could see out but they could not see in. She took slow steps to the dark closet, her blood pumping through her veins gave her a rush. Her steps slowed allowing her to raise her handgun once more. She stood to one side before throwing the door open.

Empty. Only the dusty shelves looked back at her. She shivered as a gust of wind caught her from the open window.

"Clear!" She yelled moving back to the hallway. There was silence from her partner, she moved quickly to the opposite room where Jasper was meant to be. The opposite room smelled, a moldy growing on the drywall. As both men came into view at the end of her handgun she paused. Tyler Blackwood, the same face as in the photo in her pocket was behind her partner, her thick arm around Jasper's neck.

"Don't come any closer," Blackwood warned, his tone loud but wavering. She noted his wide eyes, the dots of sweat growing on his forehead despite the draft flowing through the room. His ripped sleeves, a dark maroon cut lead down to his .22 handgun.

"Let's talk this through Tyler," She spoke to him, her calm voice traveling to the criminal. Her gun lowered as she spoke, Jasper's blue eyes widened. She just caught how his head moved ever so slightly to either side his eyes fixed on her.

"I'm not going to jail," His voice wavered even more as he spoke, his legs quivered at the knee.

"Let's worry about that later, why don't we all try to walk out here ok?" She took slow steps towards the two men. Tyler took quick steps back, Jasper face went red from the pressure of the man's arm.

"Don't come any closer!" She locked her eyes to her partners, his chin dipped down then back up as her eyes flicked to the left. She tapped her first finger on her thigh and as Jasper's eyes flicked down to where her fingers were she tapped the second finger. She slowly began rising her gun, and as her third finger tapped everything ran into motion. Jasper took his right arm forward swinging his elbow backwards to catch Tyler in the soft tissue of his stomach. The startled Blackwood fell backwards as Jasper jumped to the left as she pointed her gun downwards at the dark haired criminal. Tyler raised his gun quickly and a shot ran out.

Jasper froze his head turning slowing to meet his partner's. Then he saw the growing red patch on the raggedy jeans of one Tyler Blackwood. He breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought that was you Bells," Jasper chuckled as Bella reached a hand out to help him up.

"It was me," She said as she blew the imaginary smoke off her Glock 19. They both turned to the man who was holding both his hands to his knee, his gun far out of his reach but Jasper still went to pick it up as he called for the police and an ambulance.

"NYPD's Policewoman of the year, Isabella Marie Swan," A tall man walked up to Bella's desk as she was filling up the rest of the paper work from Blackwood's case. He was NYPD's drug catch of the months, a herion dealer from the bronx. The man's light button up that was fastened with a tie made Bella sure that he was far above her pay grade. She stood as he outstretched his hand.

"The one and only," Bella replied to the man's call out of her recent award from the force. Not like the other two women, one was nearly retired and the other a trainee, were much competition of that title anyway. "But please call me Bella,"

"Your record is exceptional," The man reminded her, Bella awkward shifted her eyes as she catch the view of her partner's blonde hand just exiting the break room.

"Well thank you but none of it would have been achievable without Jasper," Bella said directing the attention away from herself.

"Yes, Jasper Whitlock. You two do seem to make a good team," The man said trailing off.

"Marcus, what do we owe the honours?" Charlie Swan exited his captain's office and met the taller man with a firm handshake. Bella wondered what the connection was but her father seem to draw the dots for her. "The FBI doing a little spying over here?" Charlie joked, Jasper gave Bella a look of confusion and she only shrugged back.

"Just talent spotting your astonishing daughter and her partner," Marcus replied Charlie raised his eyebrows at his daughter as he waved Marcus into his office. As the two men disappeared behind the shaded glass door Jasper spun around to Bella.

"What the hell was that?" He asked his friend, Bella kept staring at the door.

"I have no idea," The two police agents wandered over to the break room. Bella grabbed a mug filling it halfway with tea, then milk and finally sugar.

"How do you drink that shit?" Jasper cringed at his partner's favourite drink.

"It's a childhood thing, my school sold the best iced milk tea," The two stared at the office until the two men began to exit, a new folder in Charlie's hand. They waited until Marcus got in and the elevator doors closed before rushing over to Captain Swan. "What did he say! Tell me Dad!"

"I haven't seen you this happy since Junior prom, and since when do you call me dad?" Charlie laughed as he went back to desk and flipped open the folder. "Marcus was dropping off a case he would like you to work on,"

"Me?" Bella asked finger to her chest.

"Yes you and Jasper. There is a catch, there always is with the FBI. He is sending you to his team to assist,"

"What do you mean 'assist'?" Jasper inquired as Bella reached out to read the file.

"It's a test Jasp, that's what he means," Bella noted as she read through the detailed file. "Charlie this case is.."

"Horrifying? Yes," Charlie's nose crinkled at the thought of what Marcus told him earlier. "The Italian mob usually are. Marcus wants people on the ground, monitoring the mob action over in Los Angeles,"

"LA?" Jasper gaped as he grabbed the file from Bella, his blue eyes scanning the file quickly.

"We are going on an adventure Bells,"

Sorry for the short first chapter guys, btw I obviously don't know anything about guns so cut me some slack. Take a guess who is in the FBI team and drop me a review with who you think it will be!

~IaH