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Edward Pov

Today was like any other day in the office; endless piles of paperwork, hours of typing, and a tingly ass from sitting in a chair for too long. At least lunch was soon or I would have seriously suffered from an imploding brain; too many numbers and letters for one person to see in such a short amount of time.

Luckily my brain was saved by a knock on the door.

"Come in." I said

My partner Rosalie Hale walked in and closed the door. I could not deny that she was completely gorgeous with her blonde hair and hot body, but she just wasn't the kinda girl for me; I preferred brunettes. Rose and I never found an attraction towards one another besides our appearances, but it was sort of an unspoken truce that we wouldn't hook up. We both wanted more than that and I found her to be more of a best friend.

"Hey let's go grab some lunch. You've been analyzing that Jane Doe for three weeks. You need a break." She said firmly.

Okay so I didn't have the most stereotypical office job. Rose and I were homicide detectives. We've been working with each other for about four years now and have solved countless cases together. But this case was different. I just couldn't crack it.

I ran my hands through my disheveled reddish brown hair for the millionth time today and tugged looking down at the file and photos hopelessly spread across my desk. But I was determined to solve this case.

"I don't know Rose. We really need to get this case solved and soon. Like you said it's been three weeks." I said.

Usually we get our cases solved in about a week or less, but this suicide seemed unusual. This Jane Doe was discovered in her car at the bottom of the lake an hour and a half from town. It looks as if she drove off the road, tumbled down the side of the cliff and into the lake, but the information didn't match up.

After our friend Charlie performed the autopsy, he concluded the victim had over dosed on anti-depression pills before the crash, suffered from head trauma, and finally died from drowning. She had enough drugs in her system to allow herself to pass out in twenty minutes, but if she had over dosed before the crash how had she been able to drive an hour and a half out of town without crashing sooner?

There was a pay road booth 45 minutes before her crash zone and 30 minutes from town. So how had she been able to get past the pay road booth? No drugs were found in car or in her pockets. I already check with the booth's camera system to see if it was in fact her driving the car, but of course the camera wasn't working. The elderly pay road cashier didn't remember the woman or the car because hundreds of people drove through that pay stop weekly.

The set up for this was too perfect. Why would a woman go through so much trouble to mask her suicide? It didn't make sense.

I knew my job was to only discover the name of the victim, but I tried everything. Yup bolded, underlined, and italicized everything. I looked up who the car was registered to and discovered it had been stolen from 11 to 12:30 that day. I check our system numerous times to see if I could find a positive match and nothing. And I also check our missing persons list and still nothing. All I had to do was get a positive ID on the victim, but it was proving harder than I thought.

This woman did not want her identity to be discovered.

"Edward I didn't ask if you wanted to go I said 'let's go'. So get up beautiful." She said grabbing my car keys and rolling my chair towards the door.

"Ok. Fine, but it needs to be quick because we really need to get this done before Aro comes down on us."

"He hasn't come down on us before. So what? One case is harder to solve than other cases. I doubt he'd fire us or anything that dramatic."

At the moment Rose and me were the top in our division have the most cases solved in the least amount of time. Our boss Aro expected nothing less than a quick and accurate conclusion to each case he'd assigned us. He never had to bring us into his office for anything besides praise and a new case, but I had a feeling those times were coming to an end.

I exhaled in defeat. "Great. I was kinda feeling pasta today." She said leading me to the elevator.

Pasta sounded good. Hell anything sounded good because I couldn't remember the last time I ate.

Bella POV

Emmett and I were moving our final bags into our new apartment. Well more like I was opening the doors as Emmett moved a series of boxes into each room. We were so excited to finally be getting out of our small town and moving into the big city. We've know each other since we were in diapers and I can honestly say he was my brother or another mother.

Our fathers were both on the police force together back in our old town and since my mother walked out on me and my dad a few months after I was born I was babysat by Emmett's mother while our dad's were at work.

"God, Bella! I don't understand why you insist you need all this crap. It's not like your gonna have time to make use of it once we start working." He nagged.

Back at home, Emmett and I were the town terrors. It was a small town! What else were we supposed to do to entertain ourselves? We always pulled pranks on our teachers. Nothing crazy of course just spray painting a few cars, cementing doors shut, and letting five hundred crickets loose in the cafeteria. You know, harmless.

Of course, no one else found it funny and we got written up for animal cruelty. Our parents decided our home punishment would be to pay for the fine by ourselves. When we couldn't because we were pathetically broke, we had to serve three months helping the police station. While there we found our calling. It was a serious life changer. We found it so much more entertaining to catch other people committing a crime then being the one to get caught.

So after we graduated from high school, Emmett and I enrolled into college and we began studying to become police officers. We knew about the Academy, but we wanted to be extra prepared. From there we slowly began studying to be detectives mostly because the classes were much cooler.

The day of our graduation Emmett and I dressed up as Sherlock Holmes and Watson complete with bubble pipe and trench coat. Back home everyone would have been outraged, but since we were actually the top of our class that year no one seemed to mind.

Our professors kept repeating how we totally blew them away with our knowledge of the criminal mind. Well what did you expect? We were never exactly 100% innocent most of the time so we kept asking ourselves the critical question. What would we do if we were in that situation? Then the answer came easy.

"But, Emmett! Those are classics. You know I can't just move into a new apartment without them." I said

"Whatever, Bella" he said placing my books next to my bookshelf and running out to go answer the phone.

Emmett never understood my love for reading and I didn't mind. We usually shared everything growing up, but I felt that my love for literature was something I could keep to myself, a passion that I didn't have to share with anyone even Emmett.

"Hey, Bella" Emmett says poking his head into my room. He had the phone against his chest trying to muffle the noise.

"Time to go, we already have a case!" He was probably more excited than little kid on Christmas day.

"But we just got here! I thought we weren't going to start until next week!" And I was the parent that didn't want to get up early to open presents.

"Me neither. But apparently their detectives aren't making any progress on a certain case. Come on, Bells." Emmett said wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'll get you some chalupas from Taco Bell." Damn he was good.

"Throw in some soft tacos and you have a deal." I said standing up and walking to my closet.

Emmett then put the phone back to his ear and walked out to give me privacy.

"Aro... We will be there in half an hour Yup Okay Bye." He hung up the looked at me.

"Okay fat ass let's go." He said with a huge grin of his face.

I settled on wearing my Muse t-shirt, a pair of jean shorts, and my vans. About a week ago we made a deal to work with Aro only under the condition that we could wear whatever we wanted to work (many other stations had offered us positions with better pay, but the free dress had us sold).

Of course for things like interrogations and meetings I would be decked out in a pencil skirt and silk shirt, but for the usual I would just be in whatever.

"Bella are you copying me?" I turned to the door to find Emmett in a matching Muse t-shirt.

"Well great minds do think alike." I would usually demand that he change his shirt, but I was getting free tacos and chalupas so I wasn't gonna start complaining.

I skipped out the door and before I knew it, I was happily sitting in Emmett's navy blue 1966 convertible mustang snacking on a soft taco.

"Emmett who are these nachos and hard tacos for?" I know we eat a lot, but damn this is a lot of food here.

"Oh our new boss heard us talking about Taco Bell and he asked me to get him some lunch."

"You know I think I'm going to like this guy." Who can't love a boss who loves Taco Bell?

Edward

On our way back from lunch Aro called informing us to head straight to his office to meet with a few new colleagues.

"I didn't know Aro was hiring new employees." Did we need more police officers? I suppose so, crime was crazy in this city.

"Hell I didn't know either considering we've had our hands tied with cases." Rose said turning down the radio.

"There are already twenty-six police officers. How many more do we need?" I stated while parking into my reserved space.

"Maybe someone got fired." She stated.

Before we knew it we were knocking on Aro's door.

"Come in."

We took our seats at the large round table where Aro was already seated with a few files in front of him.

"Aro" Rosalie said.

"Yes, Rosalie?" He asked looking up from his paperwork.

"Why do we need to meet these new officers? I mean, shouldn't they be out with Mike and Jessica getting the information they need?"

"What officers?" he asked staring at her with wonder.

"The officers you recently hired, Sir."

As Aro was about to reply to Rosalie, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Aro sounded to happy if you ask me.

And in walked a tall buff man who fit the stereotypical image of a police officer. He was tall, buff, had light curly hair and had this don't mess with me aura surrounding him.

He looked pretty casual for a new employee wearing a Muse t-shirt, jeans, and converse. He was probably going to change in the locker room later. He was drinking out of a taco bell cup and carrying a matching paper bag as well,

"Aro!" He yelled excitedly

"Emmett, great to finally meet you in person, where is Bella?" he asked looking towards the door.

"I'm right here." replied a brunette woman walking through the door. She was the perfect description of her name; beautiful. She also wore a Muse t-shirt, but she wore jean shorts that made her legs look longer than they actually were. Her feet were covered by a vans and she was also carrying a taco bell bag. Her hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail only leaving her bangs out.

"Sorry, but when Emmett gets excited he shoots off like a rocket." I noticed then that she was trying to catch her breath probably from running after Emmett. I thought officers were supposed to be fit. Oh well.

"Here's your food, Boss."

"Thanks." Aro took the food that Bella held out to him and smiled. He grabbed one of the tacos and started eating.

I took this opportunity to introduce myself since it seemed Aro was to busy eating to notice Rosalie and I.

"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen and this is my partner Rosalie Hale."

"Hello!" Emmett said as we all began shaking hands.

"I'm Emmett and this is my partner Bella." I kept smiling the entire time.

"Now that everyone has met. I am taking Edward and Rosalie off and assigning Bella and Emmett to the Jane Doe case." The smile then fell right off my face.

"WHAT!" Rose and I both yelled outraged.

Emmett and Bella stared at our outraged face then at each other and proceeded to eat their lunch.

"Why are you giving rookie officers the responsibility to solve a homicide case?" Rose yelled.

"Oh we're not officers." Bella stated while sipping her drink and sitting across from me.

"We're," Emmett started while still chewing his food, "homicide detectives."

Fuck me.

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