Disclaimer: These characters all belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Edward's POV

At 11:47 PM, I decided to close my business and go home, although my definition of home at the present time was a small, shabby apartment in the slums of Seattle. Most of my business usually comes to me late at night, for you see, I am a private investigator. Edward Cullen, P. I., that's me. I am very good at finding information about anyone. Interviewing past and/or present classmates, searching the internet, I've even broken into a few houses. I can always find out the information my client is looking for. Just give me a name, and an address would be helpful, and I'll find out more than you've ever wanted to know.

Anyways, usually I get most of my business in the late hours of the night. Although my profession isn't illegal… well, let's just say that I don't have any police officers for clients, although I have had quite a few local politicians. Lately, however, I have not had any clientele. When I do have a client, I spend most of my time searching for information or typing up a report, but without anyone to investigate, my days are meaningless. For the past several weeks, I have spent my time just throwing darts at my dart board in my office, so much so that my wrist is starting to ache.

I usually stay at my office until one or two in the morning, but due to my lack of customers, I decided to close early. It's not likely that anyone would come. But just as I was opening my door to leave, I practically ran in to someone. He was standing there, a look of surprise on his face, hand in the air in the shape of a fist, poised to knock on my door. He looked to be about 19 years old. His blonde hair was wet, so it must be raining outside. His blue eyes had a terrified look in them.

After a few awkward minutes of me staring at him, because of my surprise, I invited him into my office. I guess going home would have to wait.

"How can I help you?" I asked him once we were both seated.

"Um… well, you see…" he stuttered for a few moments before I interrupted him.

"Why don't you start by telling me your name," I said.

"Is it safe to tell you?" he asked nervously.

"Of course, now just tell me already!"

"Well, my name is Mike. Um… do you need my last name?"

"We'll worry about it later," I responded with a wave of my hand, "What do you need help with?"

"You see, there's this girl named Bella, and I want to learn some things about her."

"Do you mind if I ask why?" I said.

"Well, I want to ask her out on a date, but I can't until I know something about her."

"Why can't you just talk to her?" I don't usually try to scare off business, but this guy's reasons for hiring a private investigator were all wrong.

"I've tried, but I never get a good chance to. After class she always runs off quickly. So I'm hoping to find out what she likes, so I can 'share' some of her interests. Then she'll notice me," he explained.

"Class?" I questioned.

"Oh, she goes to Seattle University, and so do I."

I would've tried to discourage him some more, but he seemed rather persistent on this idea, so I explained the prices to Mike. He agreed to the terms and gave me the first payment, and told me everything he knew: name: Bella Swan, School: University of Seattle. He obviously didn't know much.

So, I got my first assignment I had in months. Wonderful.

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So, this is my first story. Please review!

I would like to thank my unofficial beta reader, mykeymo.