Aw. -pouts- Only one review? That's a little sad...well, I decided to venture into the minds of Rosalie and Emmett. In my mind, Rosalie is so pigheaded that all of her thoughts center around how it could benefit her. And Emmett thinks that everyone is so tiny and insignificant compared to his size, though he is brilliant none the less.

SO, here is the second chapter, hope that you like where I'm leading up...Sorry, I won't be doing an Alice POV for a while, simply because Jasper hasn't made his appearance...yet.

(: Enjoy.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Security does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than exposure.

Helen Keller
US blind & deaf educator (1880 - 1968)

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Soundtrack: (She's a Lady; Forever the Sickest Kids)

Prologue:

There are so many things that I could have handled. I could tackle a two-hundred pound man, I could flip my hair and have a guy by my side within seconds, and I could even hack the government's main frame. But one thing that I could have not possibly seen coming had happened.

And there wasn't really anything I could have done about it.

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God, it was so good to be back. Of course, I wasn't only happy to be back simply because half of the junior class boys were staring at me with unabashed want, but because I could finally get back into action. There were so many different things that I wanted to try this year, and with the promise of a new assignment that Carlisle had mentioned, I was practically jumping out of my summer dress.

My luggage wasn't really an issue once I ran into Brad. He'd had a crush on me since we were here; the middle school sector really wasn't that big. So once I met Brad, I knew that he could be of good use some day. And wow, did he work out this summer? He looked even cuter than the last time I'd seen him…

"Hey, Rosalie, need help with your bags?"

He came jogging up behind me and I stopped, wheeling around to face him, plastering a smile on my face. He looked a bit taken aback by my sudden enthusiasm, but I didn't care. This was going to be a great year.

"Sure," I replied, happily handing over my bags to him. He took them, walking along beside me as my high heels made beautiful little clacking sounds against the pavement. What I wouldn't give to own a good pair of stilettos…

His voice brought me out of my musings just as I was thinking about the new Jimmy Choos.

"So, how've you been Rose?" he asked. Aw, he was so cute. I wonder how he'd look as my boyfriend…

"I've been great!" I replied, stopping my mind rambling before it could start again.

"That's good. So, did you hear? I made the tailback on the school's football team," he said, proudly clenching his arm muscles around my bag.

I giggled excitedly for him, causing his big goofy grin to spread even wider.

"I know, I heard! Congrats."

"Thanks."

I hadn't noticed how quickly we had gotten to the girls' dormitories before we were staring up at the big stone building while Brad lingered nervously near the entrance. He didn't know whether or not I wanted him to come up. How naïve.

"Why don't you help me carry that up to my room?" I suggested, thinking about how jealous all of the other girls would be. There was just no way that they could even compete with me this year; besides Bella, whom I would never compare myself to, I knew that I was the most gorgeous person here.

It was so obvious with the envious stares that I constantly got, and it did help that Bella was always so willing to give me praise. I flipped one side of my long, blonde hair, immediately sending a wave of vanilla-scented air toward my nostrils as I smiled at Brad.

"S-sure," he stuttered, letting me lead the way.

By the time I had reached our hallway, I had made up my mind. I was going to have some fun with Brad.

I stopped in front of my door, playing coyly with my set of keys. I figured I would make it more obvious what I wanted to him by looking up and trying to play off as nervous.

He grinned, taking the keys from me and managing to get it on the first try. Thanking him, I grabbed one of my bags and pulled it in, while he took the other and placed it on the far side of my golden bed. I sat down, crossing my legs as he shut the door behind him with his foot.

"Brad, you look good this year," I complimented him, lowering my voice a tad in an imitation of seductive. I really didn't want to waste all of my energy on getting him when it could be only too easy already.

"Rose, I'm nothing compared to you," he said, his voice already an octave lower and husky as he leaned over me, one arm on each side of my hips.

"Really?" I asked, pouting my lips with false doubt.

His answer was to kiss me. I didn't mind, this was what I wanted. But somehow, I had the feeling that I was cheating on someone, sneaking around when I wasn't tied down in anyway.

So slowly, his jacket disappeared as well as my boots, and the bed was already a mess. His hot breath tickled my throat and I couldn't help but think, Why do I feel like such tramp?

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I couldn't do it. We hadn't gone that far, and I had to make a really lame excuse to get out of it. I felt so ashamed; I just couldn't take the guilt of doing such an act with such a willing guy. It was too much. Although I didn't let him get away that easily; I needed my praise for the day.

So instead of what our agenda had been, I decided to model my latest underwear and clothing for him, which he was all to happy to comment on…and to stare and touch. But it never led to anything more than I wanted, and I was grateful to Brad for that. He obviously wasn't one to push a woman, and that made me think that he would have an all-too willing girlfriend in the future.

I took a shower—he took one as well. It wouldn't be great if we walked out looking the way we did and have gossip starting before school even did.

Just as I was changing back into my sundress, I realized that I was missing an essential piece of my ensemble.

"Hey, Brad, could you toss me my bra?" I asked, reaching out the bathroom door for it.

When he didn't respond, I got impatient and looked out to see what was up—or if he had left already. Instead, I found him there wrapped in one of my towels staring dumbly at Bella who must've appeared while I was in the bathroom. I hadn't heard anyone come in, or anyone say anything, but it was obvious that I had missed out on something.

"OH MY GOD!" I shrieked, closing the door and leaning my back against it. My heart hammered in my chest as I thought about what Bella must have been thinking. I heard some shuffling around as Bella starting to leave, calling out to me as she did so, "Hey, Rose, sorry to interrupt, I'll be back in a few hours!"

Then the door slammed shut and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. I peeked back out the door only find Brad already tugging on his T-shirt, his pants on.

"Sorry 'bout that, Rose," he mumbled, ruffling a hand through his short blond hair.

"It's all right," I said, coming out and snatching up my bra which had been carelessly thrown onto the floor nearly an hour ago. I tugged it on, pulling my sundress over my head as well and saw him watching me. I felt weird about the whole thing now—I wasn't self-conscious of my body, quite the opposite. But having him here made me feel dirty, like I had done some wrong.

"Well, I should probably go get my schedule and such…" I muttered, grabbing my purse as I made my way to the door, him following silently behind me.

"Yeah, me too."

Then that was that. He was gone in the opposite direction that I was, probably to the boys' dormitories to brag about how he went all the way with me. I snorted at the thought. It wasn't like I cared; the more boys thought about me, the better. And the idle gossip that started among girls was hardly enough to hurt my ego.

Not really paying attention to where I was going, I found myself at the registration desk, far away from where I needed to be. There were transfer students here, and I tried not to cringe at the nerds that had started staring at me. It was disgusting to think what they must be thinking in their snide thoughts.

Shaking my head of what those thoughts brought on, I made my way to the desk, ignoring whoever else was already waiting.

"Excuse me; can I pick up my schedule here?" It was easy not to lie; but I didn't necessarily want to admit that I had gone the totally wrong direction and that I was too lazy to walk across the campus to the right place.

The woman looked at me warily, probably thinking that she wished she still looked like me; these thoughts wouldn't surprise me, I'd heard it all before.

"Sure, honey. Let me just pull up your name…" she trailed off, leaving me to insert my given name.

"Rosalie Lillian Hale," I sighed, not personally liking that my parents had given me the middle name of a flower. Something more exotic maybe would have fit…

The woman sighed and turned to her ancient computer, asking me how to spell my first name and my birth date, yadda, yadda…I could have already pulled my information up on my cell phone and this woman would still be processing the data. I tapped my nails impatiently as another student came up behind me.

I ignored them, realizing it was another jock, a guy, probably just staring at my butt, unable to sit and watch from afar. Men were so predictable…

Finally the woman pulled up my file, printing out my schedule and handing it to me with a fake smile.

"You have a nice day, dear."

Yeah, sure you want me to have a nice day. I smiled back, cocking my head to the side as I turned to stride past whatever moron was standing behind me. And then, I almost slammed into a wall.

He had to be the biggest guy I'd ever seen, his muscles not even fitting inside the tiny T shirt that he wore above his low slung jeans. But when I looked up, he had that look, the look that I'd seen on thousands of operative photos, the look that said, 'I'm hiding something and you know it.'

Instead of gasping like I wanted to, I used my peripheral vision to check that the camera in the lobby was trained on this spot. I would have to ask Carlisle a favor, and have him send over the tapes.

"Excuse me," I said, making my statement more of an accusation against him. He smirked, moving aside and gesturing with his large, muscular, warm hand…

Stop it Rosalie, shut up! I demanded of myself as I lifted my chin and slid by him. I was trying not to hyperventilate. Surely there wasn't anyone that beautiful; I was the only person that I had ever known to come that close. But suddenly I wanted to be with the stranger, wanted to share my secrets with him, get to know him….

Rose, that's just what he wants! He's a spy for goodness sake!

Right. Don't think about him. Don't think about those perfectly cute eyes, and the way his mouth had a little crinkle on the left side when he smiled…

So I definitely wasn't thinking about him when he appeared right beside me, pretending to be reading some book whose cover title I didn't even try to process.

Startled, I tried not to notice him any more than I already had. Really, I had other important things to think about, like getting my high tech lap top online before Carlisle could find out that it wasn't, and thinking about what I wanted to wear tomorrow that would make me look amazing… But apparently the guy had other ideas.

"So, Rosalie Hale, how did such a beautiful girl such as yourself come to be in a place like this?"

I immediately stopped in my tracks. No one had ever hid a compliment into such a simple sentence like that before and it made me antsy. Surely most guys would have just come right out with it right? He too stopped, glancing at me innocently, like he didn't notice that he was already driving me crazy.

"Excuse me?" I asked, exasperated.

He just raised a large, dark eyebrow, saying nothing.

I started walking again, a little faster than normal. His long legs easily kept pace with my stride as he waited for me to answer.

"Well, obviously I was smart enough to get into the school. Why wouldn't I take the chance when it presented itself?" I questioned vaguely, turning onto the worn path to the girls' dormitories. The stranger didn't bother to change direction or wonder where we were going, but he looked thoughtful, like he was considering what he wanted to say. God, that strong jaw line was driving me mad…

"Hm…I guess I had you pegged for a model of some sort." He shrugged off the next compliment as though it really wasn't worth much of his time to say it. Was this guy for real?!

I stopped in front of the building, swiveling to face him head on. He was at least a good five inches taller than me, even about a foot wider still. But his size was strangely not intimidating…it made me want to figure out how I would fit into those broad arms, have those shoulders caressed around my perfect frame…

Shut up Rosalie!

I opened my mouth to say something, but right then someone bumped into the mystery man and the papers he was holding went flying all over in front of my feet. I knelt to help him pick them up as he murmured an apology to the guy that had ran into him.

There were a few folders and papers about the school, and as I picked one of those folders up, I stopped. Inside, I saw my own stunning face staring back at me with a smug expression, all of my carefully hidden history right there on the white piece of paper. Oh. My. God. This heavenly creature that I had just fallen for was an operative. And he had files on me!

Crap.

I stood slowly, holding the papers out so that he could see what I had already uncovered. He didn't look nervous, keeping his expression blank, as though he had wanted me to find what he had hidden. I put a hand on my hip and flipped my hair as his smile pulled up into a mocking sneer.

"Guess I'll see you around Spy Boy," I said, raising my eyebrows provocatively. He had already known I was an agent; now I knew that he was one too.

"See you around hot stuff," he answered, grinning goofily. Wonder why that was so appealing to me… I turned on my heel, wiggling my hips for his benefit. Once inside, I rushed up to my room and slammed the door, running over to my computer and turning it on, waiting for the codes to pop up. I had to know who this guy was.

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.

Petrarch,De Remedies
Italian humanist, lyric poet, & scholar (1304 - 1374)

Prologue:

It's rare that I find something that interests me. Women had never been a real sport of getting, considering it was so easy when you were a big guy like me. So when I found someone so mysterious, so beautiful, so alluring and so stubborn, I knew that I had met my impending doom.

But what happens when that perfect someone is the person that you're trying to destroy? Could I get past that and be happy, or would I forever be wondering if she was keeping secrets from me?

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Being an agent sucks. You really have no life outside of it, and people take you so seriously all the time. I might have forgotten what sarcasm was if I hadn't met perky little Alice. She was the perfect antidote to the suppressing and tense atmosphere of the CIA that we immediately bonded. So now we were being transferred to some smarty pants boarding school, looking for some smarty pants high tech device that our company could use.

So much fun. I wonder if Alice noticed how much I was looking forward to this.

She sat in front of me in the small car, her short black hair sticking out more than usual from her unplanned nap against the window. It was so amusing how small she was compared to me; practically a little faerie or pixie of some sort. I couldn't imagine her with a guy—she seemed too tiny to even kiss a guy who was average height. But then again, I could always be wrong. We didn't speak a lot about our personal life, just mainly lived in the moment—and for that I was truly grateful.

The school was grand, more old-age beauty than new-age magnificence. It wasn't something that I was really interested in; this was just another mission, one that would hopefully be over soon. I just wanted to go back home to my own school and finish out my last year of High School. Then I could do whatever I wanted.

We hadn't attracted a lot of attention until I stepped out of the car; it was obvious by the looks on several of the students faces that I was intimidating and that they were scared out of their minds. I chuckled humorlessly; if they really knew the kinds of things I was capable of.

Alice didn't speak as much as she normally did as I towed our luggage across the campus. We'd already been through the virtual tour enough times to have it memorized, so as not to draw even more attention to ourselves by asking for directions. The files that I now held in my hands told me that the guy was handsome enough to get his way any day with a woman; and the Isabella character could very well be his first target. I was counting on that assumption.

Mumbling a quick, "Let's meet up later," Alice and I departed our separate ways as I found my way to the boys' dormitories. There weren't a lot of kids around; busy loitering, checking out the girls, I presumed. But the children that I did see looked merely that—children. It was humorous how little everyone seemed to me. Not having much significance because of their height. The only person that could truly instill terror into my being was my own father, and he had to be at least a head taller than me.

I didn't miss the looks that I got from most of the girls, ogling over my muscles. Probably wondering if I was a body builder or weight lifter or something silly like that. Women were too predictable.

It took me enough time to find which floor I was on that by the time I reached for the key in my pocket, I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad. I had expected that a boarding school this fancy would have the bathrooms installed into the very rooms themselves, but no such luck.

I took a moment to look at the room, marveling in it's sincerity. The walls were painted a pale sky blue—making it obvious that the interior decorators were women—and the carpet was the same pale beige that the hallways were painted. The two separate beds were facing each other on opposite walls, the window beside the bed that wasn't already occupied with someone else's belongings. Huh. Wonder who my new roomie was.

Lost in what the room had looked like, I didn't realize that my needs had kicked up a notch. I swiveled, looking for the door to the bathroom, but found that there were only two doors to a very small closet for each person. Great.

I opened the door, looking up and down the hallway for someone, spotting a tall, pale guy opening his door. He was wearing sunglasses, for whatever reason I couldn't understand, but I shouted out to him loudly, trying to get his attention.

"Hey! Do you know where the bathroom is in this joint?"

"No, I just got here," he said, stepping into his room quickly and shutting the door.

Grumbling to myself about unhelpful little tykes, I yelled back, "Thanks anyways."

All right. This wasn't good. I ran up and down the hallway, desperate now to find someone who knew where the bathroom was. How big could this building be?!

Finally, a little freshman who had just checked in directed me to a door two down from mine—it looked the same as every other door in this place—and I was able to stop doing 'the dance' for anyone that came within a ten mile radius of my large self.

Happy that I had finally been relieved, I noticed that I didn't even have my schedule, and thinking about the helpful little boy—and he was little, that small kid; he looked like he was cowering when I called out to him—I also realized I hadn't bothering to check in with my hurry to get to my room.

I made my way back to the elevator, humming a tuneless song to myself, causing a few raised eyebrows as boys came in and out of the small metal craft that was going up and down until I got off with a loud huff.

The fact that I was here on a mission came to mind, pulling my backpack from off my shoulder brought back the memory of Alice handing me the files. I pulled them out—glancing at the two faces there once more—and found my way to the registration office. There were a lot of freshmen there from what I could tell, and I tried not to make a nuisance of myself by sitting in one of the tiny chairs situated around the air conditioned lobby. I stood against the back wall, leaning my head against it and closing my eyes, relishing in the tiny amount of peace that was offered here.

Then, with a sudden jolt, they snapped back open as I heard the steady click, clack of high heels against the linoleum outside the door. Turning my head slightly to eye whatever girl was coming, I did a double take once I glanced at the gorgeous creature.

She was blonde, her luscious, long hair hanging down her bare back as the tight sundress she wore moved with her body as she made her way past the insignificant freshmen and sophomores, immediately talking up the lady at the front desk.

She didn't have to say anything to me, but I was immediately stunned, mission totally forgotten. I'm not one who usually overreacts, but I wanted to run to this goddess and protect her from the perverted eyes of the kid next to me. I glared down at him as he looked up at me, noticing that I had caught him staring and flinched back, stepping away from me.

Happy that I had finally put my obnoxious looks to good use, I looked back at the girl, happy to have another project other than my current one. Her body was perfect, her curves flowing easily around her, as she held herself so sternly that it was obvious she knew what kind of power she held; and she used it. That was so hot.

Slapping myself a little, I shook my head and went to stand behind her, noticing that she was asking for her schedule.

"Sure honey. Let me just pull up your name…" the woman behind the desk was saying, leaving the beautiful girl to fill in the blank.

The woman—I looked at her name tag to find that it said, 'Susanne'—looked about as old as my grandmother had been. So fragile and sweet, I wanted to hug her for some reason. This amused me, and I smiled a bit at the thought. Grandmothers were my specialty, always loving how strong and buff I was so that I could help them around the house—and they sure as heck didn't mind feeding someone as big as me. I think they found it humorous to see who could make me eat the most; my time at nursing homes was far over though, and the CIA had taken over priority.

"Rosalie Lillian Hale," she said, tapping her painted fingernails quickly against the counter top as she waited impatiently. I couldn't help but smile wider once I knew her name—Rosalie. So exotic and fiery; it suited her perfectly. How odd, I already knew what suited someone without speaking to them. Maybe it was a sign.

She wasn't as little as most of the giggling girls behind me, but she was easily tiny enough that I could break her with just my bicep—this made me want to see how she fit into my arms even more. I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around her waist as I waited for the woman to pull up her file. There was no question in my mind that I was going to follow this girl out, schedule or not.

"You have a nice day, dear." Finally. I could see where she was going after this. Hopefully not back to the dorms, she probably wouldn't invite me there…

Shut up Emmett! You don't even know the girl!

Then, she turned around. I guess she hadn't seen me come up behind her, but suddenly she was slamming into my stomach—how cute, I thought. Her head only came up to my throat at the least. I reached out my hand to steady her, and her eyes went wide as she finally looked up to meet my gaze.

Oh, God. This was one of the girls. This was one of the operatives that was in my hand right now, in that tiny, flimsy piece of paper that I held in my hand. But instead of going into a panic about already liking another agent, I smiled a smug smile as she muttered a faint, "Excuse me."

Her voice…so angelic, like satin against skin, the softness flowing over me as I tried not to laugh at how stern she was trying to be with me—the look of recognition in her eyes wasn't very easily hidden. She lifted her chin, so snidely that I almost did laugh then, and strode away from me, her arms pumping at her sides.

I looked back at her, then at the woman waiting at the desk before going after Rosalie. I picked up the book I had in my bag and starting reading from where I had left off last, but I don't think that I fooled her. This was so ridiculous; going after another agent, when we both full well knew that that kind of relationship was forbidden. It was all so silly, but it made it all the more worth it. Worth the try at least.

Finally, I spoke up as she sped up her pace.

"So, Rosalie Hale, how did such a beautiful girl such as yourself come to be in a place like this?" I asked innocently, raising my eyebrows when she suddenly stopped. I swiveled to look at her shocked expression, waiting for her to answer.

Then, a breathless voice very unlike the one she used in the office said, "Excuse me?"

"Well, obviously I was smart enough to get into the school. Why wouldn't I take the chance when it presented itself?" she continued, not bothering to let me answer her first question. Then she started walking again as I contemplated my answer to her unnecessary assumptions.

"Hm…I guess I had you pegged for a model of some sort." It wasn't really a lie; before I saw her face, I was wondering if they were doing an ad for the school with models of some sort to attract more male students. Apparently I was wrong. She had stopped again as I recognized the girls' dormitories building behind her, all of the females giggling wildly as they bickered and gossiped, their eyes on every guy within a ten feet radius.

I shrugged, about to depart, when some moron bumped into me. Normally, my size and weight would be too much for anyone to even consider trying to tip off balance, but I was so absorbed with Rosalie that I hadn't noticed the kid. My files and papers flew across the ground in front of her feet and then I froze.

Aw, crap.

She had just picked up her own file, all the information displayed there. She must have already known that I was an agent from the cold looks she had given me back at the office, but that was nothing compared to what she was doing to me now; she was taunting me. Oh, God, I wanted this heavenly creature so bad. I had to make her mine, some how, some way.

"Guess I'll see you around Spy Boy," she said, her eyebrow shooting up in a sensual way that only she could pull off. God, Emmett, shut your face! She's a freakin' agent with a model's body. Get a hold of yourself!

Oh yeah, this girl definitely knew how to play. Question was, whether she was good enough to stay in the game.

"See you around hot stuff," I answered. Which I certainly hoped was a true statement. She turned on her heel, the loud noise following her as she sashayed her way away from me.

Ruffling a hand through my short hair, I laughed and started back to my dorm.

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