A/N: Okay, so this is my first time submitting to FF, though I have been an avid reader and I have been writing for some time. A few little notes: Bella is an FBI detective and is trying to solve a murder investigation. She is kinda out of character, but then again, she's not a detective in Twilight. Edward will come in eventually, be patient. Also, there will be sex, but it will gradually get there, people! As long as you stay with the story, I will keep writing. And even if you don't I will keep posting (hopefully) because I am not going to be one of those people who withhold a chapter because there weren't enough reviews. Honestly, I am hoping for one review, and I don't care if it is good or bad. So without further ado, happy reading and please, please, please review. Even if it is just a happy face or a sad face or "love" or "hate". Thanks! :)

I was at the gym after work getting my thoughts straightened out in the ring in addition to practicing my self defense and such. My opponent was a guy- one of the few guys who would fight a girl, named Mike. Mike was fast, but I was faster. I dodged his hits, getting into his unprotected areas and beating him down. After he hit the mat for the fourth time, he groaned.

"Can we stop?" Mike asked.

"Fine. I should probably get home anyway." I said, hopping out of the ring. I took three steps away, towards the locker room before he asked. At least he waited one step longer than he did a few days ago.

"Hey, do you want to go get drinks tonight?" he asked eagerly. He always asked.

I sighed. "Mike, I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because you ask every time I see you and I am being very careful not to say yes and lead you on."

I saw his hopeful face droop. If I had any heart, I might humor him, but the thing I hate doing is leading guys on.

"Look, Mike, I really just want to be friends."

"And friends can get drinks." He said.

"Yes, but knowing your history, it wouldn't be just drinks." I said. Mike was also a notorious player and while I hadn't had sex in a while, I knew that sex was never just sex. There was always emotions and reasons behind it and they would always come back and bite you in the butt one day.

"Sorry Mike, but I think that our relationship should be purely in the ring."

"Okay." He sounded like a dejected child. "See you on Wednesday?"

"Six o'clock." I said, turning around and walking to the door to the ladies locker room.

As I showered, and dressed, I thought about the case that I had just solved with my partner Emmett Mcarthy. There had been a homicide of an entire family over money by a guy named Ian Walter. I mentally thanked my stars for aligning the correct way so that I had a fairly large salary and was never really desperate for money. I was well off, and I could potentially quick working in a few years and be good for life. My salary was good because I was good at my job. Most of my cases never lasted more than a week or two at most. My partner was also good, too. We were a good team.

As I headed out to my car with my gym bag over my shoulder, my phone rang. I pulled it out of the pocket of my jeans as I unlocked my car and got in, throwing my gym bag into the passenger seat.

I looked at the caller I.D. to see that it was Emmett.

"Talk to me." I answered.

"We've got a case." Emmett said, his familiar voice excited.

"So soon?" I asked.

"Yes." He said, in mock disappointment. "Unfortunately crime does not follow a schedule. Get your ass over here."

"By here I am assuming that you mean the office?" I asked. In addition to being my partner, Emmett was also my best friend. It was actually amazing that we solved any cases at all, considering how much we joked around.

"No, the Statue of Liberty. Yes, the office! We can carpool."

"I'm leaving the gym right now. See you in ten." I said, shutting my phone before he said goodbye and driving over to the office. As I drove, I idly wondered why I was hearing the news of the case from Emmett second hand. Usually someone from the bureau would call me and fill me in. I figured that Emmett got the call first and then told them that I would be at the gym, so he would fill me in. Emmett and I were so competetive that he would, of course, want to just hear about the case before me, just to have the pleasure of filling me in.

As I pulled into my usual parking space next to Emmett's SUV, I saw it had its tail lights on. I unzipped my gym bag and sorted through my workout clothes and gloves until I felt my fingers hit the cool metal of my gun. I grabbed it, along with my badge and set of cuffs, then got out of the car.

I locked my car, then jogged around Emmett's SUV to the passenger side and peered in the window. Sure enough, he was there, doing something on his phone.

I opened the door, making him jump and look up. On a reflex, his hand moved to his gun which was strapped under his right arm, like it always was.

"Jesus, Bella." He said.

I grinned, then hopped up into the passenger seat and shut the door behind me.

"So what's the scoop?" I said, pulling my seat-belt around me and clicking it into place as Emmett backed out of his parking space, and turned around to leave the parking lot.

"The house cleaner for the Morris family went into the master bedroom to vaccum and she found the whole family dead."

"Cause of death?"

"Bullet wounds to the head and chest."

"Damn. Poor cleaning lady. She's gonna need therapy."

"Oh, you bet. Unfortunately for her, she's also an illegal immigrant. She'll be deported after the investigation. Also, apparently there are some pretty impressive blood splatters."

I made a face.

"I know you don't like the blood, but at least it's dry."

"Yuuuck." I said, drawing the word out. Emmett grinned.

"That sounds like another word that some people groan out."

"Oh, fuck off, Mcarthy. You need to grow up and get a girlfriend."

"I don't do girlfriends."

"So I've noticed. What was your last one nighter's name?"

"Hell if I know."

"You are such a player."

"Yup."

We drove in silence for a while.

"So where were you when I called?" He asked.

"The gym. I beat Mike again."

"Poor guy."

"You and Mike are so much alike with women."

Emmett laughed.

"I take it that he asked you out again."

"Yeah. I'm starting to feel kinda bad, you know, I beat him up, then I turn him down."

"You are hard on guys, Bells."

"You know I don't do one night stands. And I don't like Mike that way. I mean, if I say 'no' enough, he'll eventually get the point, right?"

"I don't know, Bells. He seems to be a persistent little bugger."

I laughed and turned my gun over in my hands. This was my favorite gun - its' size worked best for me and I got my best shot with it. It was also small enough that it was easy to hide on my smaller frame.

"Where the hell am I gonna put this?" I asked myself aloud.

"Put it in your bra." Emmett said, grinning.

"You wish." I said, laughing. "I'll just put it in my waistband."

I was wearing a plain navy long sleeved shirt, jeans and a pair of my favorite sneakers. I hadn't been exactly prepared for an investigation.

"Make sure the safety's on." Emmett said. I predicted what he would say next before he said it. "We don't want anyone to shoot a hole through the leg of their pants."

"Hey!" I exclaimed indignantly, "That was one time. And I promised Deputy Director Aro that it would never happen again."

"It better not, he threatened to take your gun away."

"How did that even happen?" I wondered aloud.

"Don't ask me. I don't know how you did that and got away with only a hole in your pants."

"I liked those pants."

"I'm sure you prefer having your entire leg."

"Yeah."

The car turned into a driveway. While we talked, I hadn't really been paying attention to where we were going. Now I saw that we were in a wealthy neighborhood with huge, fancy houses.

The driveway wound on for about a quarter of a mile until we drove up to a huge house painted light blue. The CSU's were already there, searching all around the house.

Emmett parked and we got out of the car quickly. We were met by a cop who had a face that looked too gentle for someone from law enforcement.

"You must be Detective Swan and Detective Mcarthy." The cop said.

"Yes, m'am." Emmett answered, turning his charm on her.

"Chief Weber." The woman said. "Follow me. I was told to bring you up to the scene the moment you got here."

She turned on her heel and walked into the house, ignoring the others in the forensic team who were fingerprinting a broken window and checking the ground for other clues.

"The maid said that she walked in and they were here. They were supposed to go on vacation to Maui yesterday, though the forensic team said they've been dead for two days, so that gives time. So far there has been a painting stolen, though there is probably more. Only the maid knows what exactly goes where and she is too traumatized to talk right now." Chief Weber said, leading us up a flight of stairs. I could tell from the differences in the color of the wood that there had previously been a rug there.

Emmett seemed to have read my mind.

"Where's the rug?" He asked.

"We don't know. It was gone when we came."

Already I was cataloging information in my head, making connections.

Chief Weber led us to an open door that had familiar yellow caution tape stretched across it. She ducked under it and Emmett and I followed.

There were the bodies, all right. There was a small girl and boy who were holding onto their mother's hands still. It made a lump rise in my throat. The father was closer to the door, as if he had fallen first. The blood splatters were awful, going everywhere; on the floors, on the walls, on the bed. I shrieked and leaned my face into Emmett's huge chest. It wasn't something I could control; it was a reflex. I felt Emmett's chest shake and heard his chuckle.

"Shut up." I said, removing my head from his chest, trying to get my head back on straight. This wasn't the first time I had reacted this way at a nasty crime scene. Emmett liked to make fun of the fact.

I looked at the scene again for a moment, then walked over to a place by the dresser and said, "Here. The killer was standing here. I faced where the bodies had fallen and where the shots were on them, trying to not think of them as recently living people.

"The killer was around six feet to six foot three." Emmett said just as I reached that conclusion. I threw him a look.

"How can you tell that?" Chief Weber asked.

"The placement of the bullet shot, along with the lack of blood and the angle of the place where the killer was standing, in addition to where he was standing and where the victims were before the died. The man stumbled two steps to the right, then fell - you can see the blood drips. The mother was killed before the children, and then the girl, then the boy last. The killer was merciful, he didn't torture or prolong the deaths, though they did have to watch their family die. They died quickly too." I answered for Emmett, trying to out-do him.

Chief Weber looked amazed.

"Do you agree?" Emmett asked.

Chief Weber looked at the scene, squinting her eyes for a moment, then she nodded.

"Yes, that was very clear and it matches the evidence. Now we just need to figure out the who and the why."

I looked around, at the dresser. There was a small pile of books there, one of which had a drop of blood that was smeared on the cover. I looked through it. Tucked about halfway through The Time Traveler's Wife, there was a small slip of paper. I took the paper out, then handed the book to Chief Weber, who put it carefully in an evidence bag.

I carefully unfolded the paper and read it once in my head.

"Maybe we won't need to find the who." I said, showing the slip to Emmett.

"Dear FBI, Cops, etc. I am proud to say that you found this note. Unfortunately, you won't know what the hell to do with it. I can tell that you found the big mess I made by the fact that you're reading this. There will be more messes to come. -E. "

"Who the hell is E?" I asked.

Emmett shrugged.

A/N: Okay, so I'm sorry that this chapter has no closure, but I would post the entire story that I have right now if I didn't stop here. I will post again in 3 days, I promise. I have part of the rest of the story already written, so I will be posting more soon! But until then, please review, I really want to know what you think. I need to know if you like it for me to keep post the next chapter. Just put a :) or :( or :| face. Seriously, I can understand emoticons :)
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