Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Enjoy! This is dedicated to five of my friends, who *might* know who they are. Karimyola(you should know), My best friend who has just been on a cruise, Ms. Luke Smith, The one (i'm sorry) with diabetes, and Jennillee Cullen. Also to (I know, it's a lot of dedications, but oh well) Ms. Lioness Rampant, and, well, to everyone in my class, except for Derek...if you know what I mean.

Chapter 1 - Discovery

JPOV (Jessica's POV)

Officer Cullen handed me his clothes to be laundered, gave me a curt nod and left. Watching his retreating back, I smiled, and then turned

around. I looked down at the load of clothes in my arms. The first article of clothing was Officer Edward Cullen's army uniform.

By the way, my name is Jessica Stanley, I work at the hotel named Twilight, and most people think I'm gossipy, but I just like to share my

news...with the world. As I was saying...

I started to search in the pockets of the jacket, in case anything might get ruined in the wash, when suddenly my hand hit something hard. I

had been looking up while doing this, but when I felt the flat object, I looked down at the jacket, expecting there to be something protruding

out of it. Strangely enough, the jacket was perfectly fine. I checked the pocket again. It appeared that somebody had sewn something into the

jacket. Furrowing my eyebrows, I went over to our new tailor, Bella Swan.

She was a skilled chef and tailor from the small town of Forks, Washington. She had moved to Phoenix, Arizona when she was 2, from Russia.

Her parents got divorced, and her mother moved with her to Phoenix. Then her father came to Forks about 8 years later and took Bella there

too, to live with him. Then Bella got a job in a clothing factory when she was 16, and found her talent for sewing and knitting clothes. She

moved to San Francisco and got her job here. She said her mother, Renee, used to like to make funky-styled pillows. Sometimes she would

sell them for a bit of money, but that wasn't her official job. Renee went in and out of jobs. She never had a stable one. Bella always liked to

chat about Renee and how hare-brained she was, but Bella always refused to reveal what her father's occupation had been in Russia. Now he

was a Police Chief in Forks, but I don't know what could have been so bad in Russia that Bella wouldn't tell us.

Wondering how I know so much about her? Let's just say she likes to talk about her family a lot. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention, she's the

'friendliest' with Edward Cullen at the moment.

I showed her the jacket. "Bella, is this natural for a jacket to be like this? I don't want anything strange to happen to it in the wash. We might

lose Officer Cullen's trust, and he might go to some other hotel."

Bella took the jacket from me. "This is not normal for a jacket like this one..." she said. "There is most definitely something hidden inside. Officer

Cullen could have an enemy who planted a bomb in his jacket! We must open the jacket immediately to find out what is inside! Let nothing stop

us!" She cried determinedly, and I thought I heard a trace of her long (long, long, long) lost Russian accent.

She took a huge pair of silver scissors from her right apron pocket, and then gingerly cut the cloth around the flat spot in the jacket.

The cloth slowly split open to reveal the back of a white laminated card. My hand (slightly moist) shot out and seized it.

I flipped the card over to the side with the writing on it and read it out loud. "Agent Edward Cullen, Spy of First Rank." I heard a door open and

then close behind me, but I kept on going excitedly. "Russian Mafia, Second Rank to Charlie Swa-..." I cut myself off, realizing now what Bella's

father's occupation had been in Russia. She seized the card and hid it behind her back, smiling sweetly at someone behind me.

I whipped around just as Bella said, "Good morning, Mr. Cullen, sir!" In a cheerful voice that I knew to be false. There, standing in the doorway

wearing that 'I-heard-every-word-you-just-said,-so-don't-pretend-to-be-all-nice' look, was Edward Cullen, the first rank Mafia spy himself.

I retreated slowly until I was standing next to Bella. She whispered to me, her lips moving ever so slightly. "Keep retreating. Go to the lounge.

Call the police, or help. We need backup." I whispered back, "Okay" then kept going back. Edward smirked, thinking I was giving up. Then I

turned and bolted for the doors. I raced through the salon to the front desk. "Mr. Banner, sir! There's a mafia agent-guy-person! Edward

Cullen-" then I fainted

and everything went black. The last thing I remember is seeing Mr. Banner (the manager) jump over the front desk and yell, "WE NEED SOME

HELP HERE!"

BPOV (Bella's POV)

As soon as Jessica had left, I was facing Edward. He kept that smirk on his face until I pulled out my small cooking knife. "You wouldn't dare. I

helped your father. I saved your father from a bomb in a building. The Mafia's not all that bad, you know." He kind of sounded like a regular

person, but it seemed like I was under a trance or something.

"Put down the knife," he coaxed gently, and the knife clattered to the floor. "Now come slowly, slowly towards me..." he said, and I felt my legs

moving forward of their own accord. Maybe it's when he said that he saved my father from the bomb. Or maybe I'm really doing it by myself, but

I don't know it.

Either way, I walked towards him, and just as I was about half (or less than half) a meter away from him, the doors behind me clanged open

and people started yelling, "TAKE HIM! CHARGE!" and stuff like that. Suddenly, Edward grabbed me and pulled me towards him, then he pulled

out this thing that looked like a gun, shot it through the window of the room, and we swung out of the window and into the night.

It's kind of short, but I Hope you liked it! Please review! :) [I'll make my next chapter longer if you do, but just warning you, it may take some time]