A/N. This chapter has been edited and re-posted as I have now got a Beta. Thank you to the wonderful Melinda the Proud Bookworm for offering to do this and taking on a first time Fic writer.

I am NOT a forensic scientist, so hope I don't make any massive errors, please feel free to point out any mistakes but just be kind.

The original inspiration for this story came from Holly MiniAlice, thank you Holly for letting me use this idea.

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A Forensics Lab in Forks

Chapter One

The annoying beep of my iPhone alarm woke me from my restless sleep. It had taken me hours to get to sleep last night. I picked up my phone and hit the snooze, needing just a few more minutes before I faced the world and the reality that today was my first day, of my first real job…..ever. A few minutes later the incessant beeping started again, I took my phone from under my pillow and turned it off.

I rubbed my eyes, looked at the clock and sighed. Without a doubt, 6:30 was way too early to be getting out of bed. But it was something I would have to get used to, as I was on the early shift for the foreseeable I forced my body into action and sat up in bed. I could hear the rain tip tapping on the window, the weather making my room cold and dark, another lovely Forks morning it would seem. I shivered and reached for my dressing gown next to the bed, I hugged it around my shoulders and got out of bed. I headed towards the bathroom, hoping that Charlie was done in the bathroom. The noise of drawers opening in his room and the wet towel and puddle on the bathroom floor, told me he had. I muttered under my breath as I bent down to pick up the towel and then placed another one on the floor to cover up the puddle before I slipped and fell. Would it kill him to pick his bloody stuff up?

After a nice hot shower I felt a bit better and definitely more awake. I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out into the warm, misty bathroom. Rubbing the steam from the mirror, I assessed my reflection to see the effects of my sleepless night. The face that looked back at me was thin and pale and there were dark circles under my eyes. Great first impression I was gonna make. My long hair was dripping down my back so I wrapped it up in towel, put my robe back around my shoulders and quickly crossed the corridor back to my room. I dressed quickly in the clothes I had picked out last night, dried my hair and put it up in a high ponytail. I looked in the mirror and attempted to apply some concealer to cover up the dark circles, but I was never much of a girl for makeup, so I probably just made it worse.

"Bells, are you coming down for some breakfast?" Charlie asked, as he knocked on my door.

"Yeah, dad in a second," I said

"Ok, I'll pour you some coffee then."

"Thanks dad."

"You better hurry up, you don't want to be late on your first day." He called as he walked down the hall.

"I said, I'm coming dad!" I shouted.

"Okay, okay, just trying to help."

I heard his heavy boots going down the stairs and instantly felt guilty for snapping at him. I knew he was just trying to be a good dad and he'd been amazing letting me move back in here after University. I glanced at the clock and Charlie was right I was gonna be late if I didn't get moving. I went downstairs quickly and gulped down my coffee and a cereal bar, grabbed my coat and headed out the door. Shouting bye to Charlie on my way past.

"Good luck Bells."

"Thanks Dad."

I dashed down the path toward my faithful red pick up truck, pulling my hood up to try and stay at least a bit dry. I tried to jam the keys into the lock as quickly as possible but they slipped in my wet hands and fell into a big puddle by my feet.

"Shit!"

I really, really hoped that the rest of my day wasn't going to be like this. I bent down and picked up my now wet and muddy keys and managed to get the door open. I scrabbled into the welcome dry haven of my truck and took my wet coat off. I fired up the engine, which started on the first time for a change, and set off.

This was it, my first day at work, in my dream job. I smiled to myself thinking about the day I heard that I had gotten this job. I had graduated with full honours from Seattle University with a triple major in Sociology, Criminology and Psychology, before attending Washington State University and getting my Masters Degree in Criminology and Forensic Science.

Today I would be starting work in the trace evidence department of a forensics lab, in my home town of Forks, Washington. I had been head hunted straight out of University, as I was just that good. I smiled to myself, as I wished I could really be that confident. However, despite my years of study, putting it into practice in the real world, for real criminal cases, was scary as hell. But whether I was ready for it or not, today was my first day at Washington State Patrol Forensic Laboratory Services.

They had five labs throughout Washington State but I had asked for a position in the Forks Lab, as it meant that I could stay near my father. I had intended to get a small apartment in town but Charlie had insisted that I stay with him until I got settled in the new job and got a bit of money saved. I had agreed as it did make sense but living with my father again after years of being independent was taking a bit of getting used to.

After a short drive I pulled into the parking lot of the large lab building. I opted for a space near the back and turned off the engine. It was 7:45 so I had a few minutes left to try and pull myself together. My phone beeped in my pocket and I smiled when I saw the message from my old roommate Holly.

'Enjoy ur first day, u lucky bitch! Luv from ur still unemployed ex-roomie'

'Thanks babe. Will ring u 2nite' I texted back, grateful for the slight confidence boost.

I put my phone on silent and slipped it into my pocket, took a deep breath and stepped out of the truck. I walked towards the entrance, the butterflies in my stomach feeling like they were trying to fight their way out. I pushed on the doors at the front of the building but they didn't budge. So I pushed a bit harder.

"Open up for god's sake," I muttered under my breath.

"Um, you need to be buzzed in," a deep voice said from behind me. Scaring me so much that I squeaked loudly (yeah squeaked, I'm such a girl) and spun around so fast that I tripped, fell forwards and found myself face to chest with the sexist man I had ever seen.