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The next day Bella found herself at the police station going through what happened the day before. Bella answered questions the best she could. The room was dead silent until the name Aro Volturi was mentioned.
Everything within that room stopped for a heartbeat, and you could hear the wind blowing outside. The CIA, FBI and Federal Marshalls were called in. Bella was shown mug shots, and she was able to identify Jacob's killers rather quickly. Especially after she had mentioned the name Aro Volturi; the killers had been associates of his.
Bella had learned soon after that, that Aro was one of the men that Jacob had been investigating. It was rather amazing to the CIA; any witnesses rarely survived the trial dates. They would usually end up poisoned, or have a fatal heart attack, or they would even be stabbed to death. Bella had survived it all. All except for a few close calls. Right after the trial of Aro Volturi, Bella was escorted to a safe house where she would no longer be known as Isabella Swan…
Three days later…
After three long useless days of questioning; a younger agent escorted Bella through the main hall in the safe house building, to the main hall, through the back-where they met a blue hummer in an alley. The younger agent opened the door for Bella and then sat down beside her. They sat in silence as they drove through the busy streets of New York City.
An hour later Bella found herself sitting at a conference table in a large room at the CIA field office, along with the younger agent- who told her his name was Tyler. They waited for several minutes before the door opened and two men walked into the room. One of the men was Agent Henry Cook, the special agent in charge and the one she had come to know after long hours of questions. The other she didn't recognize; he was tall, over six feet with bronze hair, emerald eyes with golden flecks in them. His intimidating appearance was emphasized by the fact that he had a scowl on his face. Mr. Cook sat down in the chair next to Bella. "We very much appreciate you coming to meet with us, Miss Swan."
"I didn't really have a choice, now do I," I said as I sat back into my chair fidgeting with my fingernails.
Mr. Cook smiled. "Yes, well, the matter we have to discuss with you is urgent and classified. It's best if we keep it on the DL," laughing, as if he were cool, "Alright then. Bella, this is very important. Do you know anything about the case your boyfriend Jacob was working on before he died?" He asked in all seriousness.
"As I told you before Mr. Cook," I sternly said, "I didn't even know Jacob was a CIA agent!"
Mr. Cook nodded and said, "Well then I am going to tell you a little about it…"
Then the masked man interrupted saying, "Sir, do you think that is such a good idea. The little she knows the better off." He ended vehemently.
He has a sweet voice. Bella thought; then stared at him wondering what was behind the scowl. He must've caught her staring because soon after he started glaring at her, as if she had done something wrong, as if he hated her!
"I disagree, Agent Cullen," Mr. Cook interrupted her thoughts, and she once again concentrated on what he was saying. "I believe the more she knows, the more she can protect herself. I am sure you understand, right Miss Swan." I nodded, "Ok then, Jacob dealt with terrorism; all with illegal activities from drugs, prostitution, robbery and murder, so on and so forth. I feel that it is best if we put you into our WPP." He abbreviated.
"What's WPP?" I asked.
"Witness Protection Program-WPP." He replied, and then threw a document onto the table.
Grabbing it; I looked through it and noticed the name Isabella Marie Cullen. Didn't Mr. Cook call the masked men Agent Cullen? I questioned myself.
"Who is Isabella Cullen?" I asked. Then the masked man looked at me, as if I were now stupid.
"You will be Isabella Cullen…"
I interrupted him saying, "Wait, what..." I was confused, "Isabella is obvioiusly my first name but who is Cullen?" I asked, and once again the Green-eyed God looked at me as if I were stupid.
"To clear your first question; yes, you're Isabella."
"She doesn't even know 2+2=4." The Green-eyed God whispered-interrupting Mr. Cook's explanation, but I heard, and I'm sure everyone in New York heard!
I stepped closer Adonis, "Excuse me?" I glared at him, "Do you know me?" I asked and he nodded in a 'no' gesture. "Then WHO are you to judge me?"
He stared at me, contemplating his answer for a moment. "Oh, sorry I didn't introduce myself. My name is Edward Cullen, and you Isabella," He emphasized, "is my new wife. Are you so stupid and slow to catch on?" He ended with a question.
"What? Wife?" I looked to Mr. Cook, confused, and Edward rolled his eyes at me, as if her were proving a point.
"I'm so very sorry for Agent Cullen's terrible behavior," Mr. Cook looked at Edward and glared in disapproval. "However, he was telling the truth. All I need you to do it sign this sheet right here and you have a completely legal marriage. After all this is over; you can have it annulled, unless you decide to consummate the marriage." Mr. Cook explained.
"But, but, but…" I stammered, "I don't want to marry someone as rude and arrogant as HIM!" I said with gusto, and glared back at him.
"Apparently she can add, 2+2 does = 4," Edward said, walking closer to me." Whether you like it or not Mrs. Cullen, you have no choice but to marry me." He said, grabbing my wrist in the process.
"Let her go, Edward!" Mr. Cook said, as struggled to make him let me go. Finally he released my wrist and I backed away from him rubbing my wrist.
Mr. Cook continued on, "What Edward says is true; you have no choice but to marry him. He is the best at what he does, and what he does is stay hidden and is discreet. He is the best agent on the CIA. He has gotten out of many a predicament, and will; I assure you, protect you."
"But, isn't there someone else, not so rude. He's known me for what? Ten minutes now?" I said, weary.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you! But, if I may Bella, I know quite a lot about you… Let's see, you were an only child growing up, you lost your mother at a young age, your father died 2 months ago, and now your boyfriend, who was stupid enough-a lot like you, GOT HIMSELF KILLED!" Edward said, and was in my face yelling at me.
I managed to slap him hard enough that he reeled back in time for me to say, "I don't see your point, Edward. You don't know anything about me. I am certainly not as stupid you perceive me to be. I don't know what I did to make you angry at me, but let me assure you, your behavior has shown me that you are nothing close to professional, and that I hate you also!"
"At least we agree on something, "He retorted back.
Finally, Mr. Cook cut in, "Ok you two, knock it off. Now, Bella, let's have you sign these marriage papers and both of you can be on your way."
I signed the papers and thanked Agent Cook for all of the help and being so nice to me, unlike my new husband.
About thirty minutes out of the city I got the courage to ask where we would be living and Edward replied by saying…
"Washington."