Disclaimer: I do not own any of the charaters in the Twilight Saga, all rights belong to Stephine Meyer

Copyright: I do own of course the story's line and plot

Okay, so this is my first Twilight story and I hope you like it. I will be posting updates (or chapters if you will) based on if I get reviews asking me to continue on.

Now a little about the story, it's all real people for your info. (Just wanna get that out in the open)

So, Edward Cullen is an undercover FBI agent and he works with his two best buds, Jasper Whitlock, and Emmett McCarthy. When they're set on a case to go undercover as high school students in Forks High to find out more about the school principal, Mr. Greene. Now mind you that Emmett is 24, Jasper is 23 and Edward is 23 and they enroll school as seniors.

That's all you need to know about the story, so here it goes....

High School?

It was nearly noon, (I'm not your average morning person) when I felt something tickling my nose. I wiggled my nose, it stopped for a while, but continued. Irritated that it might be a fly or something I smack my face and felt something cool and foamy hit my face along with two laughs. Typical, Em and Jazz no doubt. When I opened my eyes I saw the two laughing on the floor. Curious I checked my left hand and saw the substance. "Shaving cream? C'mon, what are we in high school? I would have expected more from you two." Jazz composed himself and glanced at me with brown eyes. "Like what, Edward?" Well, I certainly wasn't going to tell. That would be stupid, but fun for me. See, us three have known each other since grade school. No matter how old we get, we will still prank one another. "If I tell you, then I wouldn't have an advantage, would I?" Emmett was the one to start the whining. "Not cool, dude! You need to share your secrets."

"If I shared my secrets, then all of you would make fun of me. Forget that!"

"Aw, we all ready make fun of you as it is! What more is there?"

"Guess you'll never know."

I always enjoyed pulling this type of things on them. Guess you could say it was my little immature fun as theirs is making fun of me and each other. I'm not going to lie, I join in at times-okay a lot, but hey, whats a guy to do? I still think girls are too harsh on guys nowadays. We're either jerks, immature, or a bore. Needless to say, a guy is never a bore-well, not us anyways, and yes, we are immature, but we know how to be serious and when to be. It's called having fun, we can't help it if girls don't see that. Their way of fun is being teases and giggly little schoolgirls. Oh well, welcome to our generation, the twenty-first century. I left Em and Jazz for the hall bathroom. I clicked on the lights and laughed. Even I had to admit that I looked rather funny. My bronze hair was always a mess, but my bed hair was a disaster! It looked even worse with the cream clunked to it and it covered nearly my whole right face. Luckily it was a snap removing it, but in my hair, a shower was definitely needed. I certainly couldn't go into work looking like I was trying my own way of shaving my head.

When Em and Jazz are your roommates, you could never be too careful, though who am I to say that? I'm just as bad as them, well maybe a little less then them. We always wanted to be undercover FBI agents since we were in junior high, it's easy when you have people in the unit to help ya' out. See, we kinda got a slide by to become FBI agents. Em's uncle was a well-known police officer and Jazz and I were his uncle's favorite friends of his. He had us for three summers going through police academies. We didn't mind, of course and Em was ecstatic to shoot a pistol. When the people at the academy saw our performances, we were automatically landed a for sure place in the unit we wanted once we graduated high school. Em was the oldest, 24 and Jazz and I are 23. I highly doubt unless you know people you could land a place at that type of age-well maybe, who knows really.

I was about to hop out when I heard our fire alarm go off in our apartment. Of course like your average person I jumped out and ran wrapping a towel around my waist in the process. "Are you guys trying to burn the house down?"

"Not my fault, you were taking to long and we were hungry!" Outta the three, I was the one who made the meals, Jazz was good with a microwave, (after I told him you don't put foil or aluminum in it) and Em, well..he's just a bad cook. The only thing he can do is pour a bowl of cereal. "Em, what did you try to cook?" I moved passed his big bulky body and saw where the gray smoke was coming from, the toaster. "I don't know how to turn it off!"

"Did you try to pull the plug? Or hit the "cancel" button?"

"We have a button on there that does that?" I heard Jazz snort and I shot a glance at him, he was waving a pillow over the fire alarm above the table. I went back to what I was doing and easily hit the "cancel" button and two black chard rectangles popped up. "Erm, what was it you were trying to make?"

"A toaster strudel, I read the directions and everything!"

"Obviously not to good, bro." I pulled out a pair of tongs from the silverware drawer and took them out one-by-one into the trash bin. "Nice look, Edward. Toga night?"

"Yeah, where's your gear?" We all chuckled. "Now, I'm going to get dressed and everything, can I trust our place will be in one piece while I'm gone?" Em, being a smart ass did a solute and said, "Sir, yes sir." Jazz just stuck his thumb in Em's way and said, "What he said."

I really didn't want to take a chance so I rushed through everything, I wasn't aware if my jeans and light blue button up shirt or pair of socks was clean, but it was on the floor so I just grabbed it and put them on. My hair was still damp, but nothing I could do about it, so I brushed my teeth thoroughly, but in a rush. I entered the kitchen and sighed. "Okay, what sounds good, boys?"

"Cheeseburgers!"

"Grilled cheese!"

This was an everyday thing. "Okay, cheeseburger for Em and grilled cheese for Jazz, got it."

"Man, good thing one of us knows how to cook or we would be screwed. Ya' know, I seriously am eating my words when we were making fun of you for watching Food Network all the time."

"I knew you guys would someday, but what's gonna happen when I get married and move out?"

"C'mon, the last girl you had was Jessica Stanley in junior year." I shrugged. "Could you blame me? She was a serious bitch, we weren't even dating that long and you set me up with her so don't start." Guess you could say I never really knew how to be in love because I never was before and still aren't. Em jokes around and says I'll soon be the 109 year-old virgin. I doubt anyone could live that long, but gram sure is working her way up to that, minus the virgin part obviously. To be completely honest, none of us knew what love really was. None of us ever felt like we were in love, but my mom and dad said that we'll know when we meet her. Easy for them to say, my dad is the town's doctor and he met my mom when she was sixteen. Of course he was twenty-three at that time, but they would sneak off with each other and when mom was of legal age they came public. Me on the other hand, also these two, our jobs were a little more dangerous to have someone. Maybe when I retire I'll meet my wife at a bingo game or something. Quite frankly, I never thought myself as attractive, I had a set of bronze hair, always messy mind you, I was a little muscular, but not much, and I have jade green eyes. Personally, Jazz and Em I thought were way better looking, Em is a bodybuilding fiend, he's the most buff one out of us and had blue eyes with short black curly hair, and Jazz was lanky like me, but had a little muscle like me, but girls usually love the brown-eyed blonde curly locks kind of guy. Jazz was one of those guys. The guys always told me that a lot of girls from our school had the hots for me, but I never noticed.

I checked Em's burger while checking my watch. "You guys better eat fast, we have to be at the station in a little less than thirty minutes." I called from the living room. Easy enough, it was maybe 25 feet from the kitchen if that. "Gotcha."

"Hello?" Funny, I didn't hear the phone ring...oh well, I might have been dozing. "Sure, hey Edward, it's your sister."

"Is it important?"

"She said you better get your ass to the phone. Ya' know how she is!" Typical of Alice, my little sister. She wasn't that little, but she was still in high school, possibly a senior now. The last time I believe Em and Jazz saw her was probably I suppose two or three, maybe four years ago. They never really got to know her either, she was either shopping or hanging out with her two best friends. I left their food cooking and took the phone from Jazz, thank god it was cordless. "What's this about I better get my ass to the phone? Who's the oldest here, little sister?" I went back to my post behind the stove. "Whatever, listen, I'm having a difficult time and I needed to talk to you." Alice and I unlike most brothers and sisters were actually tight. We leaned on each other for everything. "What's wrong?" My humored tone changed to serious. She sighed before continuing. "Edward, ya' know Tyler Crowley?"

"Yeah, your boyfriend. What about him?"

"Well, I of course can't talk to mom or dad about this, but Tyler wants to have....um...sex." My cheeks were hot, not of embarrassment, but because of this punk trying to get my sister in bed with him. Honestly, I think that's what all high school guys do is pray on girls' virginity. "Al, you shouldn't. Ask him if he could wait. You honestly sound like you're not ready for it."

"I'm not! I want to be like you and wait till I'm married, but what if Tyler won't wait?"

"Then dump his ass, you don't need him if he's going to treat you that way. Personally, I think he's just lugged weight pulling you down. You have so much going for you, wanting to go to college and become a beautician, you have a lot going for you. Plus, you're extremely adorable, you'll find someone worthwhile." It was silent for a moment. "Al?"

"I'm here, thanks Edward."

"Anytime, sis."

"I have a question..."

"Well as it."

"If he tries anything or whatever, could you deal with him?" What loving brother wouldn't want to beat up a virgin seeking bastard like Tyler? "You know it, I have to head to the station in a bit, but text me if anything goes wrong and I'll be there."

"Okay, thanks."

Right when I hit the "end" button their food was done. "Come and get it." With my cooking, you never would tell them twice! I heard their footsteps and handed their plates before joining them at the table. "You should eat something."

"I'm not hungry. Ya' know how I am, I can't eat right when I wake up."

"What are you? On a special diet?" I chuckled at Jazz. "Sure, why not."

* * *

Ordinary we would fight over my car or Em's. Jazz had a license, but he loved being in the passenger side messing around with the stations, but we mutually agreed to take my silver Volvo so we got there earlier then usual. "Ah, good! Detectives Cullen, Whitlock, and McCarthy, we've been waiting. You three have an assignment."

"Awesome! What is it this time? Undercover robbers, car thefts, what?!" Em I think gets more excited for our assignments than Jazz or I do. Possibly just loving to use his pistol. Our boss, Detective Mitchell shook his head. "No, we need you three to go undercover as seniors in Forks High school." Wait what?! "Say what? C'mon! We just escaped that hellhole and now we have to reenter it? That's like throwing us in fire!" I agree with Jazz, but unlike him, I've learned to never counter nor complain to our boss. Mitchell gave Jazz a stern look. "Detective Jasper Whitlock, do you want to be let off?" Jazz shook his head, "No sir, sorry sir."

"Good, now there's a new principal in that school, Principal Greene-"

"What happen to Principal Market?"

"Cullen, he disappeared without a trace. A couple months back Market went missing and Greene all of a sudden appears. We think he may be a serial killer and killed Market."

"You have to kill off a couple to earn that one."

"True, but the students as many teachers have reported are terrified of him, especially girls."

"Girls? Sir, my sister is a senior in that school! Are you saying he goes for teenage women?"

"Possibly, that's what you boys need to figure out. Edward, you and Emmett are going to be brothers and your last name is going to be Masen. Jasper, one of the students has agreed to pretend your her twin brother, you're last name will be Hale and your twin is Rosalie."

I was expecting Jazz to complain, but he didn't. "Could I see a picture of her sir? So I can be aware of whom she looks like?"

"She'll meet you in the parking lot tomorrow, she knows what you look like, so don't worry, she'll come to you." Jazz nodded. "I'm counting on you three."

"You can count, sir."

"That's what I was waiting to hear." He smiled and handed us our school schedules, I was expecting for us to be in all the same classes, but we weren't. The only classes we had together was lunch and study hall. Great. "Don't forget, have your badges and guns with you, hide them in your backpacks, we have the supplies you'll need and you school ID cards in here." We followed him to another room and saw three black rather bulky backpacks. "Cullen, left, Whitlock, right, McCarthy, middle. I expect a report each night about what you have uncovered." We all nodded and took the backpacks before exiting the building. I called Alice, didn't want her to expose me. "Edward?"

"Listen, I have a new assignment. It takes place in your school, you can't expose me."

"Why are you assigned-oh Principal Greene?" My brows shot up. "How did you-"

"Please, everyone gets the heebie jeebies around him. I won't expose you, I promise."

"Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Ha! You gotta repeat senior year, don't worry, if you need tutoring, I'll help you."

"Gee, thanks."

Okay, that was the first chapter, I'll continue if you make a review and would like for me to. Thanks! :)