Bella's Point of View

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

The second hand reached the twelve. He's was 40 minuets late. I drummed my fingers on the table, shut my eyes and hoped he'd walk trough the door any minuet. I took a deep breath and then a shuddered sigh.

I reached my hand down into my bag and routed around for my phone.

Ring, ring.

"Hey, I guess your meetings running late. I'm going home. . . oh its Bella by the way but you probably got that."

I hate all voicemail. I never know what to say. You're talking to someone that's not there. I grabbed my stuff and stomped out if the restaurant. I was mad.

Edward had arranged this date. I even had Alice help me get ready. And had hadn't even bothered to show up.

I pressed the button on my keys and the lights flashed letting me know that it was unlocked. I climbed into the front seat and tried to calm down. I managed to unclench my teeth. I let out a breath that I'd been holding for the last couple of seconds and the red mist faded from my eyes taking the angry tears with it.

It was safe for me to drive now so I put the car into gear and set off. I wasn't really angry at him. Just disappointed. We hadn't been out by are selves for a while. Since we'd moved in together, 4 months ago. It made a nice change to have something more formal than just staying in. Don't get me wrong I loved staying in just the two of us, but it was a nice change when he'd asked me.

I got home and checked the house messages. Nothing. I made my self some tea, and then went straight to bed. I opened up my very old and worn copy of Pride and Prejudice and tried to lose myself in Elizabeth's story but she was at the ball where Darcy won't dance with her. It wasn't helping my mood. So I turned off the light and snuggled into the duvet. Seconds later I was sleep.

Emmet's Point of View

I got out of the car. Everything was bathed in flashing lights.

"What do we have?' I asked the guys already at the scene.

"Male, doesn't look good. Beat pretty badly."

"Any suspects?"

"We got the call from someone that saw a man with blood covering his shirt. They picked him up and then fond him" the sergeant said pointing towards the body of a young man who, it appeared, had been beaten to death.

"Looks like a closed case" The sergeant continued "Question the guy and send him down. There is no way he could get out of this."

I sighed. Things are never as simple as they looked. The sergeant was young he would learn.

"I'll go talk to this guy." Interviewing was always my favourite part. Scarring the criminals was fun although I probably should be more wary of them like Rose is always telling me.