A/N: Hi! This is my first attempt at writing anything and I am so excited to share so please, I beg, be kind to me. :)

DISCLAIMER: I admit to my extreme jealously that Ms. Meyer owns everything 'Twilight.' Believe me, I know this and cry into my pillow over it nightly...

BPOV

"Fork's Police Department, this is Bella. How can I help you?" I answered the phone for what felt like the millionth time today. Work was never this busy but I should have excepted it with all the new people in town lately.

I live in probably one of the smallest towns in America with a small population of just over two thousand people. It has always been a very quiet mundane town like the ones shown in old Western movies except this one is in Washington not Texas, or somewhere equally southern.

The past few months things have been tense around town because some big corporation from Seattle has been trying to get approval from the county judge, Aro, to relocate their headquarters to Forks. This, of course, has been met with a huge amount of resistance because the people in this tiny town like it just the way it is and has been since their great great grandparents lived here.

Just last week, Judge Aro decided to grant the corporation, Twilight Enterprises, the right to begin construction on their company's building which is to set to be built right beside town square. Which, again, has the people even more irradiated. And hence, why my job at the police department has been increasingly busy as of late.

"Bella, you have to send Officer Felix over here right now. They are walking all over my flowers. They are just ruined! Ruined, I tell you! In all my years..." Mrs. Cope ranted over the line.

I interrupted, probably knowing better. "Mam, they are not your flowers." I said knowing exactly what flowerbeds she was referring to. The ones sitting in front of her store. The store that happens to be across the street from the new building going up. "They are on county property. There's nothing we can do." I tried to say sweetly but it probably didn't come out that way. I was so tired of these calls.

"Isabella Swan, your father would be so ashamed. And do not use that tone with me. Just send someone over right now before these heathens destroy anything else." The sound of her slamming the phone down rang through my ear startling me.

I had to take a minute to collect myself as not to call her directly back and give her a piece of my mind about my father. It was still so hard after three years to accept that he wasn't here.

Charlie Swan was the most important part of my life. My father, my mentor, my confidante, my everything. He was also the Chief of Police here in town for as long as I could remember until his sudden death in his sleep a few years ago. Nobody, still to this day, knows what caused him to pass in his sleep. Some people, the more adventurous of the town, have tried to put conspiracy theories to blame for his passing while others simply say it was his time. I choose to go with the latter, finding it easier to cope and try to move on with my life. But it still stings when someone brings him up so casually.

Mrs. Cope was right though. My dad would have sent someone over knowing there was nothing that could be done. He would have done it just to make her happy and feel like she had someone in her corner. That was just the kind of person my father was. Unfortunately I knew how the new Chief of Police, James, ran his station and it couldn't have been any more different than how Charlie ran it. He would never approve of me sending someone out for something like that or without asking him first. He was very much a control freak in that way. Nothing happened at this station without his approval first, period.

"Long day?" Officer Riley pulled me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, I guess." I replied sleepily. "Yours?"

"Boring. Just your typical complaint paperwork for the past eight hours." He had it worst than me it seemed. "If one more person comes in to file complain about the noise when they live ten miles for where the construction is going on I'm gonna quit."

He looked serious.

"I'm sure it will let up soon. They've only been here a week." I tried to reason to him and myself.

"We'll see. Have a good night, Bells." He waved over his shoulder.

We'll see...did we.

It had now been over a month and things have still haven't quieted down at all. In fact, I'm pretty sure things have got worse. Everyday the phone rings more and more. More people are coming in to file complaints. Chief James seemed to care less about any of it and keeps himself locked in his office with strict instructions to all of us to not do anything until there was a illegitimate violation that needed to be addressed.

We are all at our wits end but there was nothing we could do. I found myself taking Advil at a dangerous rate just to hoard off the headaches that were becoming part of my everyday routine. When I got home at night I swore I could still hear the phones at the station going off every second.

It took me a minute to realize my house phone actually was ringing. "Forks Poli...um..Hello?" I said slapping my hand against my forehead at my mistake.

"Yes, is this Isabella Swan?" A smooth male voice questioned.

"Yes. May I ask who this is?" It was a beautiful voice but not one I recognized.

"Certainly Ms. Swan. My name is Edward Mason with the Seattle PD. I am calling to offer our deepest sympathy in the passing of your father. It is a great loss the law enforcement of Washington with his untimely death."

I was confused. All of this time? "Um.. thank you, I suppose."

"You suppose?" He countered sounding puzzled at my response.

"Well, frankly, yes. I mean, I really do appreciate the gesture but it has been three years. It just a little odd that after..."

He interrupted me. "Three years?!" He half shouted while sounding appalled.

"Yes?" I said while becoming even more dumbfounded. How could have the Seattle branch not heard about his death? Come to think of it, I don't remember getting a card or flowers from any surrounding area PD's. I had at the time just chalked it up to us being such a small town so it really didn't matter to the other departments in the state. But now... "Did you guys really just find out?"

I again was cut off by this man. "Ms. Swan, I would like to apologize for your loss once again. I will be in contact soon. Goodbye." His tone was different...strong maybe a bit determined.

What the hell was that about?

The next day at work I was called into the Chief's office as soon as I walked through the door.

"Bella, do you like your job?"

I wanted to say 'not lately' but I knew better. "Yes, sir."

"So it's safe to assume you want to keep it then, yes?" He asked as he leaned forward on his elbows.

"Yes, sir." Where was this going?

"Great." He flashed me a big smile before continuing. "Now, all I need you to do is one small favor for me. But before I tell you what I need you to do, I want you to know that I really did look up to your father. He was a great man and very much respected by this community. I know a lot of people around here feel as if I am changing this office too much from how Charlie ran it. Now, like I said, he was a good person but a little soft. He could have and should have handled certain situations a bit more firmly."

"Okay?" I really didn't like that he was putting my dad down but I didn't know what else to say. Plus, I really wanted to know what Chief James wanted from me.

"With that being said, it brings me to my next topic. How do you feel the town is handling the construction of Twilight Enterprises?"

Yes, I snorted. "Horribly, sir."

"I agree. Please keep that in mind." He said as he shifted in his chair almost like he was uncomfortable. "I got a call from Chief Sam out of Seattle this morning inquiring about your father. It seems there was some sort of mix up and that department was not informed of his death a few years ago."

I almost told him about the call the night before but something told me it was best to keep that information to myself for the time being. So I stayed silent but nodded showing him I was listening.

"They are requesting his death certificate and the reports by the responding units that were written when it happened. I am going to formally refused to send the file. What I need you to do is back me up when they contact you, which they will do."

What? "Why?" I asked. "Why would it matter if they have copies? He died peacefully in his sleep, there's nothing to hide or be ashamed of in that file."

"Your right so there is no reason why they need it. I would like to keep this here for your sake as well as the town. Do you know how upset people would be if some more outsiders came here? Especially to start poking around in the beloved Chief's death?" He laughed. "Mrs. Cope would probably shoot them in their sleep. She's already about to lose it."

I did have to smile. He was more in likely correct about old Mrs. Cope.

"So, all you need to do is refuse to help them get the file. Once I send over my fax stating I will not be releasing it to them, their next step is going to be contacting the next of kin, you, to help persuade me to reconsider. Can you do that for me?"

"I guess. To be honest, I really just don't understand why."

"You don't need to. It's quite simple, Bella. Refuse them and keep your job. Got it?"

I knew he meant it so I really had little choice. I wasn't poor but I needed my job here. It was one of the highest paying in Forks. I only had one choice.

"Yes."

"See, simple." He smiled like he won the lottery. "Now, get back to work."

I didn't know for sure but something told me this was going to be anything but simple.

A/N: You can probably tell a couple of things for this first chapter but I'll fill you in if you can't...1) This is not beta'd because I don't have one of those but would love some help if someone is offering (hint hint)..2) The chapters will more in likely not be long but should come to you frequently...

I can't wait to see the kind of response I can get from trying my hand at the author world so please review and get a teaser :)