Charlie's POV

I'm supposed to be meeting with Dr. Carlisle Cullen this afternoon at Fork's Coffee Cafe for some community project that has to do with animal control and drugs.

Something about that Dr. Cullen has been rubbing me the wrong way, maybe it's his pumpkin orange eyes or that freaky pale skin of his, but I swear that man is up to no good. I'm a cop, I know things..

Not to mention, he looks like he's at least ten younger than he claims he is. I'd like to get a hold of that man's birth certificate, and his medical license. Dr. Cullen is a fine doctor, but too fine, like maybe he's on some kind of performance drug or controlled by outer-world creatures. He's definitely not human, it's humanly impossible to obtain be as attractive as him. Carlisle Cullen is the most handsome man I've met, and I've met a lot of people, because I'm a cop.

The drive to the Café wasn't bad, since I'm a cop. I ordered my black coffee strong along with a vanilla latte for Dr. Cullen, I hope he likes that, he just strikes me as a vanilla guy.

From the window, I saw him pull into the parking space, perfectly, in that black Mercedes, what a rich fruit, that car cost more than I make in five years. People in this town…

"Hello, Chief Swan! It's great to see you!," Dr. Cullen said, in his normal monotone, sounding like an excited robot. Something's up, I took a closer look at him, oh he's missing his pumpkin eyes. They're just plain, black, and creepy now. Weird.

"Oh, Hello Doctor Cullen… What happen to your eyes? Last time I saw you they were a beautiful pumpkin orange color." I said, raising an eyebrow. Suspicious I was, but I had my reasons. I'm a cop, it's natural for me to question.

Dr. Cullen looked down, probably trying to come up with some excuse, hiding the fact he's some kind of illegal alien. "Oh, It's a genetic mutation. My eye's change color depending on the weather, and atmospheric pressure, usually just shades of orange, brown, and black." Carlisle answered, chuckled a bit, and oddly patted me on the back. That's the most BS excuse I've heard in a while, aside from some teen who tried to tell me his marijuana was actually just dried up grass.

I smiled slightly. "That's very interesting, Dr. Cullen…I ordered you a vanilla latte, I hope that's fine," I told him.

He shook his head. "I'm so sorry, Chief Swan, but I don't drink coffee."

Last time I checked, all doctor's drink coffee, but I guess Dr. Cullen doesn't. Probably would ruin his inner wiring.

"No problem, I'll drink it then. Cops can never have too much coffee." I replied, faking a smile.

Carlisle laughed, his laugh sounding very mechanical. Damn Robot.

"I apologize again, could I pay you back? How much was it?" Carlisle asked sincerely, but I didn't want his robot money.

"Doctor Cullen, don't worry about it!,"

I grabbed my coffee and took a seat at the table, it looked like doctor Cullen was already comfortable, sitting there with his papers out, precisely arranged. Maybe I was wrong about him, maybe he's just OCD. Nope, I'm still betting on the robot.

"How is your daughter?" Dr. Cullen asked. Personal much?

"Oh she's doing well, Fork's has been good to her."

"Edward's spoken of her; I suspect they must be good friends."

"Bella has never said anything about .. Edward.."

There was awkward pause for a moment.

"Did you have any ideas for the 'Say No To Drugs' campaign?" Carlisle changed the subject. I never signed up for this.

"I thought this was about the rabid raccoon infestation in Forks?"

Carlisle raised an eyebrow, looking confused. I didn't know robots could be surprised.

"I haven't been informed of this. I guess there's been a slight miscommunication."

"Slight? Dr. Cullen you've been misinforming the world for quite some time now. Beep. Beep. Bop. Bo. Bop."

To be continued? Maybe