A/N Hey everyone! Just so you know, this is ALL HUMAN. Enjoy!
BPOV:
I wheeled my stupid groceries over to my stupid slow car, almost stopping when I saw Carlisle leaning against it. Damn.
It took all my composure to not break the cart, the car, or his face. I ripped the trunk open and started shoving bags inside. If I had my Lamborghini , I could've just hopped in and peeled out of the parking lot, happily flipping him off as I went. Instead I was powerlessly throwing bags of food into a Subaru. Being inconspicuous sucked.
"Nice to see you Carlisle. How's the CIA treating you?"
He chuckled. "I'm well."
"Well that's great. I'm fine, thanks for asking." he let out another chuckle before pushing off the car and stepping toward me.
"You should come with me."
I laughed shortly. "Yeah, I'm thinking hell no."
All of a sudden, we were surrounded by at least fifty agents. With snipers. He smirked. "I'm thinking hell yes."
"Shit." a black SUV screamed around the corner and pulled up next to us.
"Get in the car Bella." I was calculating, figuring out how many I could take down before the first shot was fired. Probably ten, but that was if I got really lucky. Carlisle sighed. "Don't try anything. Just get in."
What I really wanted was to take a couple of these CIA bastards down with me. Instead, I climbed into the passenger seat of a shiny black car that was a little too cliché for my taste and plopped my feet up on the dashboard.
"This better not be a long ride." I snapped. Carlisle smirked and we peeled out of the parking lot, racing at high speeds to god knows where.
EPOV:
I sat back, cleaning my gun and surveying the rest of the team. Emmet was lounging on the couch, knocking back another bottle of alcohol. It looked like rum.
Jasper was closest to me, reading a novel. Big surprise there too.
Rosalie and Alice were on their laptops. No doubt Rose was designing some sort of vehicle. God knows what Alice was doing. I figured I should check.
"Ali, please tell me whatever your doing is legal."
"More or less." she smiled sweetly. "I'm simply changing a few less than fashionable designs on this fashion website."
Emmet snorted. "I thought you'd be hacking peoples Facebooks or something."
"Nah, I got bored with that for now." she waved her hand flippantly, but gave Emmet a sly smile. "Oh by the way, your married to Martha Stuart."
He choked on his rum, leaping up from the couch. "Give me that fucking
laptop!"
Everyone laughed. "Don't worry Em, I'll change it." Alice started clicking, then giggled. "There, your single again."
"Good." he flopped back down on the couch. "God I hate that lady."
The phone rang then. It was Carlisle.
"Hey doc, what's up?" I heard a feminine voice in the background. She didn't sound happy.
"Well Edward, I have some...good news."
"What kind of good news?" I asked wearily.
"There's going to be a new addition to your team." the background voice sounded really pissed at this point.
"Really? Is that her? Give us information, doc."
Alice perked up. "Another girl? Thank god!" Rosalie shot her a glare.
"Well, I can't give you that much info, Edward."
"Excuse me? Why not?" There was a long pause.
"The thing is, we don't actually have that much information." Now that was extremely disconcerting, seeing as our team was made up of ex criminals.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Look, it's nothing to worry about. We'll see you at the headquarters." Click. He hung up.
"Well that's just great." Rose snapped. "I wonder what sort of horrible things she's done."
"You're always so negative." Alice scolded. "Try looking on the bright side once in a while."
"Yes," Rose replied sarcastically, "I'm sure this mystery convict is just wonderful and there's absolutely no cause for distress."
"That's enough you guys." I interceded. The plane fell silent, but it didn't take a psychic to tell we were all thinking the same thing.
Who was this new girl?
BPOV:
Well apparently I was becoming a FBI agent. Man, daddy would be so pissed if he knew. Of course, what did he expect me to do with all this badass training he'd given me? Join his stupid fucking mob? I don't think so.
The good thing was that my absolutely lethal skills guaranteed me a spot as an agent. The CIA needed me on their side. And I could use that to my advantage. Smirking, I glanced out the window at the approaching building. The headquarters. My adrenaline started pumping, excitement rushing through my veins. Carlisle could sense this and smiled.
"Excited?"
"Maybe I am doc." he laughed.
"You'll love the team, Bella." my grin dropped and I groaned.
"I already told you I work alone Carlisle!" A bunch of smartass agents would not exactly be welcoming to the daughter of the FBIs most wanted criminal. "Unless you've forgotten who I am, I -"
"Bella, would you let me talk for two minutes!" Carlisle stormed suddenly, shoving a stack of files at me as we pulled into the headquarters. "Meet me on the fifth floor. That's where the office is." He opened the door to leave.
"What the hell is all this?" I turned the files over in my hands, a questioning look on my face.
"Your team." and with that, he slammed the door and left. Muttering, I slid out of the seat.
I soon found that the office was the fifth floor, with nerdy and productive looking people tapping away on computers, and doors lining the perimeter of the room. Lots of them were glass and everything looked just as I'd pictured it from watching those crime shows.
"Bella?" I froze, recognizing the voice immediately as Jake Black. During my street racing period, I kicked his ass at least once a week. Now, I was a new agent in this secure area, and he had seniority. Not wanting to ruin my badass reputation, I lied smoothly.
"Um, no. My name is Sara." His smile fell.
"Oh, uh, sorry. You look just like a friend of mine." I just nodded and headed into one of the rooms that looked empty to go through the files.
The first one was for a guy named Edward Cullen. He was apparently a former bank robber. Interesting. So I wasn't the only one with a record. The rest of the information was pretty boring, besides the picture of a bronze haired, green eyed man who I assumed was Edward. I moved to the next one.
Emmet Cullen. Edward's brother and accomplice. So another convict. My eyebrows furrowed. Weird. I just glanced at the dark haired, dark eyed, grinning man in the picture, and moved on.
Jasper Cullen. Yet another brother, yet another convict. Apparently they'd recruited the whole trio. I looked at the blonde, intense looking guy for a second before moving on.
Rosalie Hale. Weapons specialist, with an endless record of grand theft auto, high speed chase, possession of lethal and illegal weapons...she sounded pretty badass. I was actually sort of excited to meet these people. A team of ex criminals could be pretty fun. The
blonde haired, blue eyed, pissed looking girl in th picture made me smile. Yeah, I could get along with this chick.
There was just one more. Alice Hale. Rosalie's stepsister, and an amazing computer hacker. This girl could beat any system out there, from the looks of it. Sweet. I pulled out the picture, looking straight at a spunky looking girl with spiky black hair and sticky sweet smile.
"So what do you think?" Carlisle stepped through the doorway, grinning as usual.
"All right. I have to admit, this doesn't sound half bad."
"Well thank god. They'll be here in a few minutes." He paused, grimacing. "Also we need to issue you some weapons..."
"Woo!" I jumped up, landing and sliding across the floor with my fingers pressed into the shape of a gun. Popping up a few feet away from Carlisle, I grinned. "Well, hand em over old man!" God, I hadn't held a gun in way to long.
"Not yet." he turned. "Meet your team first."
"Aww come on!" But he shot me a look that said shut-up-or-you-won't-get-a-gun-at-all. Sighing, I followed his gaze over to a group of people heading across the floor. My team. I recognized them from the pictures.
They all turned their gazes to me when the reached us, and I rolled my eyes. Carlisle smiled.
"Welcome back. As you probably guessed, this is you new team member, Bella Swan." He paused and I realized I was supposed to say something.
"Hey." Carlisle sighed before continuing.
"Bella, this is-"
"Edward, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, and Emmet." I finished his sentence. "I would say pleased to meet you, but I'm not." I shot a glare at Carlisle. "Can I please have my gun now?"
There was a weird silence in which I took in all their expressions. Edward looked shocked, Jasper was impressed, Rosalie looked annoyed, and Alice an Emmet just looked like they were trying not to laugh. Apparently Emmet couldn't contain himself anymore, because he started cracking up. Alice's tinkling giggles started soon after, and the rest
of the team looked like they didn't know what to do.
"Bella." Carlisle looked at me harshly. "You have to do better than that."
"Oh do I?" I raised an eyebrow. "Fine, I'll find the weapons myself." I stormed off, with the doc trailing me briskly.
"Bella! Get back here! Now!" he shouted. I broke into a run, racing around the room which was now filled with the sound of Emmet's bellowing laughter. I ran faster, leaping up to grab a pipe above my head. Swinging around, I landed back in front of my team.
"Does anyone want to show me where the guns are?"
"Right here." Emmet flexed his biceps. I rolled my eyes.
"Your funny. I guess they weren't allowed to call you an idiotic flirt in your profile, were they?"
He seemed unphased. "Sorry sugar, I couldn't resist."
That did it. I threw a punch at his head, which he dodged. Fortunately, I had no doubt this would happen and I quickly snatched his gun out of it's holster, holding it right up against his forehead.
"Never call me sugar."
"Hey, hey!" people started shouting around me and I laughed.
"Calm down! God. Like I'm actually stupid enough to shoot him." I shoved the gun at his chest. "Watch your mouth."
Emmet just laughed. "Yes ma'am."
"Where did Carlisle go?" Edward looked around.
"I hope for his sake he's getting my gun." I growled. Everyone chuckled, except for miss ice queen Rosalie.
Luckily, Carlisle emerged with a key, heading toward one of the metal doors on the other side.
"Calm down, Bella, I'm getting it."
"Your not letting me pick it out?" I asked, appalled.
"Hey, your playing by our rules now."
"Hey, your rules suck." But he had already left. In a few seconds he reappeared with a gun, throwing it at me. Of course I caught it with expert coordination.
"Thank god." I muttered, shoving it into the holster I had stolen from Edward. He froze.
"Why did you take my holster?" he paused. "When did you take my holster?"
I just smiled sweetly. "Because I liked it. And when you weren't paying attention, obviously."
"Well can I have it back?"
I laughed hysterically. "Yeah, good luck with that."
"Maybe we should get you settled in your new house." Carlisle sniggered. "You know, before you decide to steal the rest of the teams possessions."
I shrugged, following him out of the building. We could still hear Emmet laughing.
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