This is my first Twilight fic. Not my first fanfic, but first Bella/Edward one. From the 50 or so fanfics I have read on this site, I realize that mob/FBI/good vs. evil has been done before. I, however hope to put somewhat of a fresh spin on that. I am a hopeless General Hospital fan and relate to mob stories more than anything. I will be throwing in the remaining Twilight characters but don't be surprised if they are not what you want or even like but this will for the most part be an E/B story and therefore that is where my main focus will lie. I will attempt to update this story, once a week. I love reviews; good, bad, or indifferent and that will be the last time I ask for reviews as well. While I hope that everyone reads this story, I will be happy if only one person does. Sometimes things like this are as much for ourselves as they are for others. This is my outlet and if you want to play, you are more than welcomed. This fic is rated M for smut or lemons or whatever it's called and for language. I cuss like a sailor so therefore my version of these characters will as well.

Stephanie Meyers owes all things Twilight….

Rent-A-Goon

Informal term for agents from other field offices temporarily assigned to an investigation. Not derogatory, believe it or not.

"God dammit, that's bullshit Marcus."

I jumped up from the chair adjacent from my boss, pacing the small room. It was obviously from the looks I was getting through the glassed walls that everyone in the office had heard my outburst. Caring little if they did or not, I couldn't stop shaking my head at the announcement Marcus had just given. I was getting a new partner for my latest assignment. I can't believe that he would resort to these tactics, my current partner, Alice Brandon and myself, were the best field agents the FBI had and Marcus knew that. For him to spilt us up was insane and absolutely unnecessary and he was going to know that.

"Marcus, really it's not necessary to go in there as a married couple. I can go in alone and Alice can do back up, just like we always do. It's worked before with no issues. It will work now." By this point I had moved over to lean across the front of his desk, palms flat on either side and was looking him in the eyes. After a minute, he closed his eyes and signed. I'm going to lose this fight.

"I know it works. You two are the best I have and I don't take that for granted but look at the facts Bella. This is without a doubt the biggest possible drug bust we could have in the last 18 years. Do you even know how long I have been working this case?" I knew but Marcus didn't wait on my answer. "I've spent the last 10 years working to get us an in. 10 years, just to plant someone there. It has never taken that long before and I cannot screw this up. And….I cannot send one agent in, alone. I want this Bella, more than you do, and dammit it's going to go down perfectly, whether you like the idea of a new partner or not. It makes sense to send in a couple, a married couple, a team. Less suspension will be placed on us that way. If you and Alice go in together, how do we explain it? Friends? Partners? Either way, it casts doubt and that is the last thing we need right now."

I understood, I really did and I had no doubt that it would go over easier this way, but Alice had been my partner for the last 5 years and we trusted each other to have the others back, no matter what. It was a trust that was earned and increased over time. I honestly had no idea how to work with someone else. Especially…..him.

"Ok, I get it. But seriously? Cullen?"

Marcus chuckled as he stood and slapped me across the back. I appreciated the fact that he always treated me the same as everyone. It didn't matter that I was female or young, to Marcus, I was just another one of the guys.

"I had to bring in someone as good as you." I huffed but remained silent. "I know you've read his files and you know I know you think he's good. Best LA has to offer. Don't let one little encounter reflect your views on his performance. He's here, let's go get him up to speed."

He was right again, but I loathed the idea of working with Cullen. Last year, I had gone to the LA office to collaborate with the team there and he was the agent on the ground. He was an arrogant, cocky bastard from the moment we met. Though I worked little with him, every time we were in a room together it was apparent his irritation with me. The only saving grace was that I was more than aware that I irritated him just as much, if not more. And of course I'd be lying if I said he wasn't gorgeous but he knew it and it was a huge turn off. I had spent several days reviewing his file before heading to LA. It was impressive to say the least. It bothered to admit it but the file didn't lie. He was perfect for the job, an asshole, but perfect. I only hope that they we're able to take down the Volturi family, before one of us puts a bullet in the others head.

The Volturi family. Damn, it felt good to think how close we were to finally bringing them down. They had been a thorn in the FBI's side for entirely too long. It had been nearly impossible to get a plant on the inside and the handful of times that we got close it seemed that the Volturi's knew exactly who we were and backpedaled. It was frustrating and we were still investigating whether or not someone here was feeding them information. It wouldn't be a surprise, the Volturi's knew too much. This time it was different, only a handful of people were aware of the plans going down and a stitch would be easy to catch. Like Marcus said, it couldn't go wrong. This was it, I was sure if we failed this time, it would be 10 plus years before we had another opportunity. The Volturi's were too smart, too cautious, and too damn deadly to let them slip through our fingers again.

Walking down the long corridor that lead to the conference room, I couldn't help but look around the office area, hoping to catch sight of Alice. Apparently Marcus informed her of the change shortly before I found out. I had to wonder how Alice was feeling about it and if she was as pissed as I was. It was at that moment that I caught sight of her leaning up against the wall by the conference room door. Arms crossed over her chest and by the glare she was throwing Marcus; yup, Alice Brandon was pissed.

I nodded at her to let her know I was now aware of the situation we were in and from the corner of my eye, I noticed Marcus's steps falter when he too saw the look on Alice's face. Really it served him right but it was nonetheless amusing to see the little waif of a woman instill the fear of god in the big man. When we finally reached the door, Marcus, apparently not wanting to give us a chance to gang up on him, was the first to speak.

"Now Alice, we have already discu…"

However, Alice being Alice was quick to interrupt. "I know Marcus, I know but I'm not going to stand here and act happy about it either."

"Well then, let's get this show on the road."

Alice swung around and entered into the conference room first. As soon as I stepped in, I could feel the energy charge through the room and instant heat flooded my body. Sitting in the chair at the end of the long table, feet propped up, and arms thrown behind his head, was none other than Edward Cullen. He looked just as I remembered him, green sparkling eyes, dark bronze fuck me hair, and the ever present shit eating smirk, playing across his face. I watched as he looked me over from head to toe and then caught my eyes.

"Hi honey, I'm home."