A/N: A new story that has been bouncing around in my head. I hope you all enjoy it.

Mesmerizeme is my seriously awesome beta, who without which, my stories would make your head spin in a very bad way. I totes love you bb!

Like all things Twilight, I do not own any of it. ):

Dinner at the Crowley s house is not normally a huge affair, not like it is tonight; Tyler has finally gotten that promotion that he has been waiting for and the whole family has gotten together to celebrate. Tyler and his wife Lauren are the last to arrive and immediately head to the dining room, where they know that the family will be waiting.

Around the table sits Tyler's father Jonathan, a stern looking man whose entire demeanor leads one to assume that he has spent the better part of his life in the military, although he has never served. Next to him is Tyler's mother Margaret, a socialite who has seen better days but who refuses to admit that she is over thirty. To compensate for this, she wears clothing that is too tight and too revealing, making her actually look older than her 48 years; however, no one is brave enough to tell her this. Tyler's two brothers, Lee and Daniel, and their wives, Jamie and Sarah, sit at the long table as well. The men are gruff like their father, however, unlike Tyler's mother, the women are shy and tend to keep to themselves. Several of his father's colleagues have also joined them for dinner. This causes Margaret to break out the extra leafs for the dining table before they could all sit down.

Margaret stands and gives her son a big hug. "I'm so happy for you!" She squeals as she rocks him back and forth in her arms. Tyler pats his mother lightly on the back and gives her a kiss on the cheek before he pulls away. It does not go unnoticed by Tyler that once again, his mother has failed to even acknowledge his young wife.

"Mother." He chastises her softly as to not make a scene.

Margaret rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what he wants and not wanting to give it to him. However, he is her baby and she cannot stand to see him cross with her. "Hello, Lori," she says.

"It's Lauren, mother. You know this," he says, defending her.

"Lori, Lauren, is there a difference?" Margaret dismisses her son s statement as she returns to her seat. Tyler sighs in defeat and takes Lauren's chair, pulling it out for her. Lauren places a soft kiss on Tyler's cheek in thanks and takes her seat. The moment that Tyler sits down, the brothers immediately dig into the dishes, piling food onto their plates. The rest of the men similarly take food while the women grab small pieces from the few dishes within their reach. Tyler grabs what food he can for himself and his wife and sets the plates before them. She sends him a smile in silent thanks and they begin to eat.

Once the food has been appropriately devoured, Jamie and Sarah begin to clear off the dishes. Margaret sends a hard glance toward Lauren when she refuses to rise and assist, but Lauren stands her ground. She has told her mother-in-law many times that when in her own home, she will do those things, but she will not be ordered to do these things in someone else's. This argument has been a sore point in their relationship since Lauren first met Tyler at Starbucks two years ago.

When the table is cleared of dishes and everyone has returned, Jonathan clears his throat, bringing all eyes on him. "I'd like to propose a toast," he begins as he stands from his chair holding his wine glass in his hand. Everyone around the table stands as well and looks toward the eldest Crowley. "Today my son has become Heckler & Koch's head of military weapon development. Nothing could make me more proud than to know that my son is helping keep our soldiers safe out in the field." Jonathan raises his glass. "To Tyler."

The others around the table raise their glasses as well. "To Tyler," they respond.

Jonathan takes his seat and the rest of the table follows his lead. "So," Jonathan begins again. "When are the two of you going to finally going to make me a grandpa?" The smirk on his face is undeniable, even the warning glances from Margaret are not enough to put him off his question.

Tyler is visibly uncomfortable about the question being raised yet again. "When things slow down we will talk about children. We haven't even been married for a year dad!" Neither of Tyler's brothers hold any desire to have children so the duty of upholding the Crowley name falls to him.

"Trust me, son, it will come sooner than you think," the elder Crowley replies, and with that, the matter is dropped.

The conversations begin to lessen and eventually everyone rises to say their good nights and head off to bed, most of them are visiting from out of town and are staying at the house. Even though he does not let on, Jonathan's question has Tyler thinking; with the new promotion, he can finally afford to care for his wife and a child in the way that he really wants to.

"You know, I wouldn't be opposed to trying to make dad a grandpa." Tyler smirks at Lauren as they slide into bed together. Lauren hides a giggle behind her hand, causing Tyler to replay his choice of words in his head. "Ugh! Bringing up my dad while trying to seduce you is definitely not in my top ten brightest moments."

Lauren turns toward her husband and gives him a soft kiss on the lips. "No, it's not, but I won't hold it against you."

"Will you hold your body against me?" he asks, wagging his eyebrows.

"For as long as we both shall live," she tells him before pulling his lips to hers.

-E-L-L-

A simple bird chirp wakes Lauren from her slumber and she slowly untangles herself from Tyler's arms. Glancing at the clock, she sees that it is nearly three in the morning. The street light illuminates the room in a soft glow through the window. Using this to see, she finds her discarded clothing from earlier and dresses. She slips off her wedding band and places it on the side of the bed that she was just laying on. Taking a quick look to ensure that Tyler is still asleep, Lauren slips quietly out of the bedroom and slowly closes the door.

Making her way down the stairs, she enters the utility room toward the back of the house. She looks around quickly to make sure no one else is up before she closes the door and turns on the light. Grabbing a small bag from behind the washing machine, she pulls off the panel to the main breaker for the house and begins to place locks on each of the switches, preventing them from tripping. She then pulls a small box from the bag and connects it with small wires to the electrical outlet near the floor.

Satisfied with her work, she turns off the light and slips quietly out of the house. Walking across the street, she pulls out a small device, similar to a car remote, and presses the button. Without a sound, she turns and walks up the road. Before she is even to the end of the block, the quiet street is brought to life by a large explosion as angry flames of fire begin to engulf the Crowley house.

Refusing to look back, Lauren dials a number on a cheap disposable cell phone. No words are said when it is answered. Her only words before she hangs up are, "It's done."

-E-L-L-

The young woman formally known as Lauren Crowley enters suite 10 at a cheap motel near the airport. She moves quickly; no move or gesture made that does not have a purpose. Grabbing the metal trash can, she empties its contents on the floor on her way to the bathroom. She places the trashcan into the bathtub and climbs up on the toilet to disable the fire alarm. Once the battery has been removed from the alarm, she begins to empty her pockets into the trashcan, anything that can identify her as Lauren Crowley. Within moments, the contents have been set aflame and she watches as her Nevada driver's license melts into nothingness.

Satisfied with the destruction, she pulls out a box of hair dye and some hair shears. Cutting her hair by at least six inches, she begins to prepare the hair dye. The box says the color is dark auburn; it simply looks brown to her. Within less than an hour, she is ready to leave; the alarm re-enabled, her trash bagged up and ready to take. She leaves the key on the table and heads out the door.

It does not take her long to reach the airport and she quickly locates an area of rentable lockers. Moving to locker number 12, she enters the combination and opens the locker to reveal a black backpack. She opens the backpack and verifies the contents, identification, plane tickets, a single change of clothing and five thousand dollars in small bills.

Satisfied that everything is in order, she makes her way through customs and checks in for her flight. As she waits to board, her phone rings. She does not utter a word as she answers the call.

"You're clear." A gruff sounds through the phone before the line disconnects.

"Now boarding flight 395 to Rio Di Janeiro," a voice says over the intercom.

She smiles as she grabs her backpack and heads to the ramp to board the plane.

-E-L-L-

SUSPECTED ARMS DEALER BURNS TO DEATH IN HOME

The body of Jonathan Crowley was found among the charred remains of his Nevada home yesterday. The CIA released this morning that Crowley was the target of a four-year long investigation into his suspected illegal arms trade. Special Agent Ben Cheney, who headed up the investigative team reports that he is saddened that he will not have the opportunity to bring this criminal to justice in the proper way. The bodies of Crowley's entire family and many of his men were found in the house as well. Included in the bodies recovered were that of his son Tyler Crowley and wife Lauren, Tyler was recently named as the head of military weapon development for the artillery manufacturer Heckler & Koch. Representatives for Heckler & Koch could not be reached for comment on the possible connection between Tyler's promotion and the elder Crowley's alleged black market connections. Firefighters have determined that the fire was electrical in nature and most likely accidental, however, foul play has not been ruled out.

A/N: So you may be a bit confused because the summary says E/B and here I am writing about Lauren. Please trust that it is E/B, you'll meet them soon.

My usual posting days are Saturdays and that will continue to be for this story as well.

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