I am normally a romance kind of gal. It will be interesting how this story evolves. Hope you guys like this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Myer owns Twilight.

Chapter 1: The Fucking Coat and His Fucking Mouth

I hate this shit! I hate this fucking shit!

I've never needed help before; ever! Just because we are running a little late on this case, doesn't mean that we need another pair of hands. I mean, I feel that we are ready to get a search warrant for the residence and employment of Sam Uley. We have enough circumstantial evidence to convict the fucker! Fuck that new District Attorney, Rosalie Hale. She won't stop talking about "nailing the bastard without any possible outs" Well hell, that's your job woman. Bitch! That man is guilty! I'm 90% sure that he is guilty. I just wish I have a fucking motive. On the other hand, what can possibly motivate a man to scalp women, cut off their clitoris and sew their vaginas shut? I have seen some fucked up shit and this is beyond fucked up. How can you go around doing these to women and go about your day like nothing happened? Maybe the DA is right. Fuck, I need some sleep.

I pulled out my cellphone and quickly texted Jasper.

Remind me why I'm doing this again? - Edward

Because you and I both know that we are way over our heads this time. We need an extra pair of hands – Jasper

I hate it when Jasper is right. I'd rather win than be right.

And because your father gave you a direct order – Jasper

Oh Yeah, and that too.

My father, Carlisle Cullen is the Deputy Director for the FBI and as a Special Agent in Charge (SAC's), I kinda have to do what he says. I've heard about these Coats (I seriously hope I don't call her that to her face) from some of the agents. They said months and months of research were thrown away because the suspect twitched and scratch in front of these guys. What does a body language expert does that can't be done by field work? I took a last puff of my cigarette and flicked it towards the bushes. I pop some altoids in my mouth and started walking across the parking lot. I entered building 217 and headed straight towards the receptionist. I flashed my badge and told her that Ms. Isabella Swan is expecting me. She started typing on her computer and then dialed a number in her phone. She talked briefly on the phone and handed me an ID card. She then directed me to the elevator on my left and proceeded to give me instructions on how to get to Ms. Swans floor. I walked towards the elevator, pushed the number 12 and watched it lit up. I was to meet with a Jacob Black, Ms. Swan's assistant. He will be waiting for me by the elevator to escort me to Ms. Swan's office. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Why do these people need this kind of security? It's not like they are a celebrity or anything. I realized that I am feeling a little anxious. I am suddenly very aware that I am about to meet with these people who, from what I've heard can tell when you're lying just by looking at you. I just realize that I look exactly how I feel. Like shit!

The elevator door opened and a man wearing a white lab coat, eye glasses and pleated pants that has the straightest creases I have ever seen greeted me. It's exactly what I had pictured. Why do I always get crap from making stereo typical comments when people like these guys are begging to be called "squint" or "four eyes"?

"Hello Mr. Cullen, My name is Jacob Black. I am the assistant to Dr. Isabella Swan. He reached out to shake my hand.

Doctor my ass. "Hello Mr. Black. Special Agent Edward Cullen, pleased to meet you." Take that, you pompous ass.

"You are 10 minutes early for your appointment. Dr. Swan is still finishing up with her lecture with the CIA team. I will be back to escort you to Dr. Swan's office as soon as she is done." He motioned me to the chair on the corner and turned around to start walking towards to a long corridor ahead. Then, he stopped like he had an epiphany and turned around.

"Mr. FBI agent (what the hell?), you are more than welcome to see Dr. Swan finish up her lecture. She is quite...ostentacious.

"I will really appreciate it if you call me Special Agent," you jack ass. "I would love to do that. However, I would not want to intrude." I breathe a couple of times and put my best "FBI role model face.

"I'm sorry Special Agent Cullen, I was not aware that it is important to address you so properly. I will make sure Dr. Swan is aware Special Agent Cullen. And, I assure, it is not a bother at all. We have a two-way mirror in the room. She won't even know that you are watching. Not that it will make a difference in her performance if she did." He turned around and walked towards the door in the end of the corridor to the left.

Motherfucking son of a fucking bitch!

Is this guy for real? Who the fuck does he think he is? What the hell can be "ostentatious" about a woman talking about people touching their nose or fucking scratching their balls? On the other hand, the new DA seems to think that this girl will give us the break that we need in this case. She is supposed to be the "expert" on this field. I think she called her the fucking "Justin Bieber" of reading body language. Why the hell am I talking to myself? And why the fuck do I keep making air quotes while talking to myself? Is that even a word? Pull it together Cullen!

"That will be ostentatious Mr. Black. " I am not even sure if I used that word correctly. I apparently needed a dictionary to fucking talk to these people.

"Right this way Special Agent Cullen." Mr. Black opened the door for me. Just because of this, I am going to give your boss a fucking hard time Black.

"Thank you." I walked inside the room.

Let the fucking games begin.