Thanks for all the reviews last chapter. The response was really exciting. I'm so happy to see everyone is excited about the continuation or prequel.

I got a lot of reviews about Edward's personality/behavior. My general response was that right now Edward is very disillusioned. I tried with the flashback to give a small insight as to why he's so distant and weary about relationships. It's a defense mechanism. As soon as Bella and Edward start to get to know each other better he'll start to fall for her and when he eventually does that will be the thing that inspires him to change. In the one-shot he mentions not deserving her love a lot and all his behavior right now is the reason why he thinks that. I just wanted to explain that for anyone who was curious but didn't get to review ;)

This chapters song is "Love Song for No One" by John Mayer. I really recommend you listen to it. Honestly, it just fits so perfectly with this chapter and I've taken a lot of time to comprise a playlist for this story. The link is on my profile if you need it. I love the dialogue at the beginning of the song, haha.

I don't own Twilight, but thanks to fanfiction I can manipulate our favorite characters ;)


I'd never hated a Tuesday as much as I hated today. It was a known fact that Tuesday's were the worst day of the week for me but today just took the cake. I was antsy from the second I "woke up." I had been restless all night, thinking about what I would say to this Isabella Woods. In all honesty, I had nothing to say to her other than things that would get me fired.

I tried to think of other things like how Vanessa would be stopping by today and how things would end up. If I was being completely honest with myself I wasn't ready to let her go. Yeah, her lack of intelligence frustrated me at times but in a lot of ways she was just very naïve. She was one of my best friends aside from being a good fuck.

I had told her things about myself that only people like Emmett knew. I had very few true friends in life. I could count them all on one hand—Jasper, Alice, Emmett, Rose, and Vanessa. Of course I was pretty friendly so I got along with everyone but there were only those choice few who I actually allowed to see how truly fucked up I was.

Getting close to Jasper wasn't really by choice. If I had known him in any other setting I might not be friends with him. He gave good advice but I was too much of an asshole to actually be friends with him but no matter I was still close to my one and only brother.

Jasper was Carlisle's son. He was my step-brother.

I could very clearly remember how pissed I was when Mom started dating again and when I found out she and Carlisle were getting married. I loved Carlisle and all—he was a great guy—but I think as a child I always held onto a vain hope that my father might show up again.

Jasper was a few years younger than me. I could remember when we were in high school together. I was a senior when he was a freshman. He could have ridden on the coattails of my legacy in our high school but Jasper was a better person than I was.

Jasper wasn't remembered by his classmates for throwing wicked parties, screwing half of the female population in our school, and being an all-around badass. Jasper was the good guy. I was the disappointment. At least I was a disappointment until I went to college.

College had been rather eye-opening for me. No one gave a fuck about me. They didn't know the name Edward Masen, nor did they care. I had to pull my ass back in line quick and actually do something with my life.

I had actually been on a pre-med track due to my fascination with Carlisle's job but I took a criminal justice elective one semester and found my true calling. It was an elective that made me realize what exactly I needed to do in life. I had very few experiences like that in life. Experiences that made you think "well shit imagine if I hadn't done or said that." I mostly got by and let the chips fall where they may but I was truly thankful for taking the initiative for once.

I sighed and rolled out of bed. I had reached my internal limit of sulking and brooding. I didn't like to think or have time to let my thoughts fester. They always reminded me of the pain and the deep void in my life. As much as I loved my job I was still missing something. I wasn't sure what but I knew I wasn't exactly content with life.

I put my polo on and slacks. Thankfully, I was past all that officer bullshit with the uniforms and crap. They were uncomfortable.

I stole a peek out my huge dining room window. Overcast as usual. I shook my head and grabbed a jacket. I slipped into the leather seats of my Volvo and started the engine. It purred beautifully and I sighed. I probably loved this car more than most people in my life. It was reliable.

The drive to work was quick. I pulled into the employee parking lot and slipped into my spot. It didn't have a name on it or anything. We were cops, how fucking smart would that be? But all the officers knew I liked parking there. In fact, Emmett used to send some of the rookies to park there just to piss me off and see them squirm. He was such an ass sometimes.

The elevator ride was short. I got to my office around eight so I would have plenty of time to relax myself before this interview. I had no idea why I was so anxious. I couldn't stand this chick. Why was I getting worked up over her? I wasn't even in my office for two minutes before Emmett knocked on my door.

"What?" I called out.

He didn't respond. He allowed himself in. It didn't matter if I was his superior, unless he knew I was in Lieutenant-mode he didn't act like a subordinate.

"Interview's today," he sat in his designated seat.

"No shit."

"Christ! Who stuck a pole up your ass?"

"I'm not interested in doing this interview at all so fuck you if I want to be tense."

"She hasn't arrived yet. I got some of the rookies to be on the lookout for an unfamiliar girl on the Chief's floor."

"I would think so. It's only eight. We're not meeting until nine."

"Yeah, I guess. It's good to be prepared though. Who knows...maybe the ice queen is a sex bomb?"

"I highly doubt it."

"There's still a possibility though. I had Rose Google her yesterday. No photos. It was kind of weird."

"She probably tries to hide from the public because she's got every cop, politician, drug dealer, mob boss, and person with a stake in this city pissed at her. God knows I wouldn't mind giving her a piece of my mind."

Emmett laughed and shook his head.

"How is Rose, by the way?"

"She's doing well. She's pretty busy with school. Wallace was trying to convince her to go back to the club but I set his ass straight. I told him I'd arrest him for harassment and then have his club shut down."

I laughed. Wallace—Rosalie's former boss—tried to puff out his chest and seem tough but he was actually the biggest pussy ever. He couldn't do shit. Emmett was intimidating to me at times when he was in officer-mode. I could only imagine how bad Wallace wanted to shit his pants when Emmett threatened him.

"I'm glad you got her out of that crap. She's too smart and good for it."

"Yeah, I know. All I can ever think sometimes is what if we had never gone to Wallace's that night. Ya know? Things would be so much different. I don't know what I'd do without her."

That struck a nerve in me. A nerve I tried to bury and smother with constant instant-gratification sex and other activities to take up my time. My whole argument with Vanessa and how things just seemed to be eating at the back of my mind this week put a lot of things into perspective.

No matter what I tried to do to avoid my solidarity it was still there. At 31-years-old you would expect me to have fallen in love even once or at least come close to caring about someone but it never happened. Sometimes I would lie in bed and wonder if I missed my shot.

Vanessa and maybe one or two other girls I'd been with had actually been pretty decent. Had I brushed them off in my arrogance and missed my shot at love or happiness? God, I hated thinking about this stuff. It made me feel inadequate.

"Does she still talk to any of the girls?" I wondered.

"A few. Not many. They were all pretty jealous of her in the first place. Rosalie's gorgeous and built all on her own. She's a natural. Now that she's gone and things are going well for her they're eating themselves alive even more."

"I get ya. I'm glad for her. She doesn't need them bringing her down."

"Exactly."

It was true. Rosalie was a great girl. She was smart as a whip and could keep up with even my sarcasm and cynicism. She was also devastatingly gorgeous. I'd never met someone as beautiful as Rose. She wasn't even my type and I could admit that I was slightly jealous of Emmett. He'd met a gorgeous, smart, loving girl.

They'd been together for three years now. Ever since they met at Wallace's club. That was the thing about Rosalie. She'd been an exotic dancer before Emmett got together with her.

She was paying for her schooling. And although I realized every dancer used that excuse it was true. She hated dancing but she loved engineering and after nearly losing her life after a brutal rape she was left with nothing. Dancing helped pay for school. Becoming a mechanical engineer was her dream and ticket out.

"So what classes is she taking this semester?"

"Hell if I know. She's always talking to me about them but it sounds like Chinese to me. She gets all nerdy on me," he chuckled.

I laughed too. I could attest to Rosalie's nerd-like behavior when it came to her mechanical engineering obsession. Emmett and I knew about cars and mechanics but fuck if I knew half the shit she spoke about. She lost me whenever she'd get into the mathematics and physics of it all.

"She was trying to show me some math problems she was working on the other night and my eyes nearly crossed for good. There were numbers and letters everywhere!" he bellowed.

I laughed loudly. I could see Emmett right now at their dining room table, ready to burst the vein in his forehead with his intense concentration. We were still laughing when Emmett's phone went off. Must be Rosalie, I thought.

"You're shitting me!" he practically bounced in his seat.

I looked at him skeptically.

"Really? What else?"

Was I ever going to know what he was talking about right in front me!

"I'm sitting right next to him. Yeah, sure hold on. I'm putting you on speaker."

Emmett pressed a button on his phone and we both leaned forward. I gave him a questioning look.

"Lieutenant?"

"Valence?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah sir. Um, I thought you should know. I caught sight of Ms. Woods."

I leaned forward more closely. I was interested now.

"What does she look like?"

"God, Lieutenant. This chick is hot as fuck."

"Elaborate Valence. And don't use my name and fuck in the same breath ever again."

"Yes, sir."

Emmett chuckled next to me. It was weird, alright!

"Well, sir she's a brunette. I know how you like brunettes. She's got a nice ass but she's hiding it in these God awful loose jeans. They look like guy's jeans actually now that I think about it."

"The point Valence," I reminded him.

"Oh, yeah. Well she's got a nice rack. She's got really nice lips for a bitchy journalist. They're like Angelina Jolie's."

I glanced at Emmett. He shrugged.

"Valence you better not be fucking with me. If I go up there and this chick looks like your mom I'll make you scrub the employee bathroom on this floor with a toothbrush….Everyday of the week!"

"Yes, sir. I promise sir. She's gorgeous."

"Alright, Valence. Anything else?"

"No not really. I mean she's got brown eyes and a nice smile though. I was with her on the elevator. She's in the Chief's office now. They're talking as if they're pals. It's actually kind of weird. He gave her a hug and was looking at her kind of funny," his voice got lower. "You don't think he's boning her, do you? I mean the Chief's like in his 50s."

I laughed out loud at that one. Isabella Woods would end up with a 50-year-old balding guy with a beer belly. She would never do the typical thing. Then something important occurred to me.

"Wait, Valence. How old does she look?"

"I don't know. In her late 20s probably. Definitely not fresh out of college but it's clear she's young. She's probably around my age," I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Alright, Valence….I think we've got everything. Keep your mouth shut and get your ass down here."

"Yes, sir," he hung up.

I sat back in my chair and looked at Emmett. What the hell was I supposed to do with this information now?

"You know, I think it's pretty funny how he calls you sir," Emmett killed the silence.

I cracked a smile and shook my head.

"What are you gonna do? If she's hot then you're fucked. Once you see a hot girl all you can think with is your dick."

This was true.

"I don't know. Play it cool. Even if she's hot I'd have no interest in her. She seems like the type that lives for the chase and talks too much. I like to get in, get out and be done with it," I almost cringed at how cavalier I sounded.

"You're an asshole, Edward."

"I know."

There was a slight melancholy in my voice that I only noticed. I was getting sick of being lonely and dissatisfied with life. I wanted that something more that made people like Emmett and my Mom get out of bed. I was too complacent to do anything about it though.

I titled my head back and stared at the ceiling. Valence had finally arrived and was talking to Emmett now. I closed my eyes and tried to picture this Isabella Woods. My mind was blank though. I could think of nothing, which was actually a nice change. I started to doze off from my restless night when I realized I should check what time it was.

I glanced at my watch and it said 8:57. Shit! Charlie had said to be on time. I jumped out my chair and ran to the elevator. I pressed the button hastily. It'd still be faster than me running up the stairs. The stupid decrepit machine finally reached my floor and I jumped on.

I pressed the button for Charlie's floor and took the obnoxiously long ride up the elevator. I'd been lucky I hadn't been stopped by someone on another floor. I stepped off the elevator and it was 9:04.

I walked down the hall and brushed past Charlie's secretary. I didn't need to be escorted. I knew where the damn conference room was. It was huge as hell! I threw the door open and Charlie turned around. His arm was leaning on the table and behind him was who I assumed to be Isabella Woods.

"Nice of you to join us Lieutenant," Charlie spoke with authority.

"I'm sorry sir. I got caught up with McCarty and Valence."

"Take a seat," he gestured to the seat on his side.

I walked over and as I got closer to my seat I finally saw her.

She had a pale, clear complexion that suited her chocolate brown eyes and delicate eyebrows. She had thick lashes and high cheekbones that made her look mysterious and interesting. She had a cute nose and the fullest lips I'd ever seen. Valence wasn't exaggerating by a long-shot. Actually, it was an understatement. She had long dark brown hair that was pin-straight and side bangs.

I took my seat in a daze and stared at her. She had a smile playing on her lips.

"Lieutenant, this is Isabella Woods."

I put my hand out and was overwhelmed when her warm, tiny, hand encased itself in mine. I was in such a daze she had to be the one to pull away.

"It's nice to meet you, Lieutenant," she spoke in a sexy voice.

It was clear she wasn't trying to be sexy but shit this girl just oozed sex. I wanted to have her call me Lieutenant while I fucked her senseless.

"You can call me Edward," I allowed.

"Okay, well Edward I'm Isabella."

"Alright, well I've got paperwork to do so you two play nice," Charlie started to walk towards the door.

"I always do, Charlie," Isabella smiled deviously at him.

God, this chick was hot. She looked back at me and opened up a notebook.

"Do you mind if I record this interview?" she was scrambling through her bag.

"No."

She pulled a silver machine from her bag and placed it between us. She fumbled with the buttons a bit. While she toyed with the machine I looked at her outfit.

She was at the head of the conference table, on my right. Her legs were crossed but were heavily draped in jeans that could only be made for a guy. I noticed she was wearing worn Vans slip-ons and I smiled. All the girls I knew only ever wore heels. She was wearing a long sleeved simple white cotton top.

Valence was right; she did have a nice rack. It looked even better strained against that tight white shirt. I looked at her face again and she was chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyebrows were pulled together. It was clear she was frustrated with the machine.

Isabella looked up and caught me staring. She blushed lightly.

"Sorry, I'm terrible with these things. I swear technology hates me," she smiled and looked back at the recorder. She had a nice smile.

"It's okay. I cleared my entire morning for you."

She looked back up at me.

"Well, isn't that thoughtful."

I rolled my eyes and looked out the massive windows that lined the opposite end of the conference room. It was pouring like none other outside.

"Look, before we began I'd just like to make it clear that I'm doing this for Charlie. Interviewing you wasn't exactly my first choice," she spoke.

My head snapped to face her. What the fuck was she talking about? She'd been perfectly polite ten seconds ago. Her tone wasn't rude but it wasn't exactly the best manners either.

"Doing an interview with you isn't exactly my desired Tuesday morning either sweetie so you can shove your interview. I'm only here because it's an order. The last thing I want is to be featured in your crap ass newspaper," I spat.

No one spoke to me like that.

"Well, an interview with a thickheaded S.W.A.T. officer is the last thing I want in my column too so I guess we can agree on something. And don't ever call me sweetie," she retorted.

"I'll call you any damn thing I want. Now are you gonna ask me some questions or not? I've got shit to do."

"Yeah, like pretend Danny Fiori and Peter Herman aren't in cahoots," I heard her mutter.

"What?" I hissed.

"You heard me."

"You think you know everything! You don't know shit."

"Oh really? And what exactly has your unit done to bring both of them down?"

"It's not up to my unit. We go in, get the evidence we're told to retrieve, and get the fuckers in jail cells. It's not my fault that thanks to you meddling reporters those mobsters are getting better at hiding the real evidence. You think Danny Fiori doesn't sip his coffee—while he's in bed with whatever broad he boned the night before—and read your column on Sunday mornings? News flash Isabella you set yourself up to be disappointed that they're never caught."

"You're full of crap! You think I don't know the other part of your title? Lieutenant-Detective Masen. You're incapable of catching a criminal, admit it."

"No."

"It's true!"

"No it's not."

"Yes it is. I bet you stroll around here with your stupid badge and special S.W.A.T. polo thinking you're some god when the truth is you're not shit! Your unit hasn't made any major busts in the Fiori case in the two and half years you've been heading the operation. Charlie thought you'd be able to do it but he's dead ass wrong."

"How would you know about Charlie? What? 'Cause you guys are chummy after a few interviews? You have no idea about the Seattle PD so I suggest you shut your mouth or put it to better use."

And then she slapped me. She stood up, leaned over, and slapped me across the face. My cheek stung from the contact. When I looked back at her my glare was murderous. No one had ever slapped me.

"You better pray I don't go over to Charlie's office right now and tell him what you just said to me. And you better beg on your knees tonight before you go to sleep that I don't tell my boyfriend," she said in an icy cold voice.

"Fuck your boyfriend. I'd like to see him come and try to hurt me. Besides I bet you're standing here right now thinking that I feel sorry for what I said or that I want to take it back. No way. I meant every word I said."

"I hope your apartment has nice security," her jaw was set in a firm lock.

She picked up her unused notebook and turned off the recorder. She threw them into her bag and then brushed past me. As much as I hated this girl I couldn't help but notice the natural sway to her hips. She was still sexy even if she was a raging bitch. She opened the door but paused for a second. She looked over her shoulder.

"It was nice knowing you Lieutenant," she smirked and walked out.

I laughed. I couldn't actually believe she thought her boyfriend would do shit to me. I could have been a fucking assassin in another life. If I ever got off my ass and actually applied for the FBI or CIA I'd be a shoe-in for their department. Didn't this girl realize there was a reason why I was 31 and the head of our police department's S.W.A.T. team?

Usually you had to be around Charlie's age or a little younger to get positions like mine. It wasn't an exaggeration when people said I was that good. I was. Suddenly, Charlie appeared in the door and his face was slightly purple. Shit, I forgot about him.

"Would you care to explain why Ms. Woods rushed out of here Lieutenant?"

"Not really."

He just looked at me. Honestly, it was bad timing for me to be a smartass. I sighed.

"She was being her typical self and I snapped. We started arguing and then one thing led to another and apparently she couldn't handle it. She was dishing it out just as hard as she was receiving but she got all girly on me and got pissed."

"I'm not going to ask what you said because she said for your sake I shouldn't but make no mistake I'm not pleased Lieutenant. You'll be doing another interview with her until you get it right."

"What?" I practically jumped out of my chair like a little kid getting grounded.

"Thursday morning. Same time," he walked out.

I threw my head back in the chair. This shit could not be happening. I groaned when my phone went off. I could tell from the ringtone it was Vanessa.

"What is it?"

"I'm downstairs. Come meet me," she hung up.

God, she didn't even give me time to decline the offer. I heaved myself from the chair and took the elevator downstairs. I wasn't looking forward to this. I stepped off and I could see her sitting on a bench.

She was sitting on her hands and staring at the floor. I actually felt sort of bad for a moment. Vanessa was making herself really vulnerable and I was doing nothing to give her some sort of relief.

"Hey."

She glanced up at me and smiled. She stood up and pressed her lips to mine. My hands instinctively wrapped around her waist. I pulled back and sat down next to her.

"So," I began.

"So," she continued.

"I did think about what you said. I can't do ultimatums and promises right now but…" I sighed.

"I'm willing to give it a try," I emphasized 'try.'

She all but jumped on my lap and gave me a huge kiss. I would have laughed if I wasn't so mentally drained and pissed. When she pulled back her eyes were alight with excitement.

"Oh, Edward! You don't know how happy you've made me. I hate that I'm leaving now but I'll be back at your place in a week. I promise."

"Okay."

She sighed.

"I should go. I have to be at the airport in an hour but I have a lot of stuff to check in. I promise when I get back things will be great," she beamed.

I smiled a weak smile and she kissed me once more. I walked her outside and said goodbye. The rain had finally let up. I didn't want to deal with Vanessa right now. Actually, I didn't want to deal with anyone. She got into her car and I heard a bike being revved.

I looked up and found the source. It was a nice looking BMW bike. I saw a girl in motorcycle jacket and a helmet climb on with a huge looking guy. The bike was hot but the way the girl swung her legs over and planted herself was even hotter.

I shook my head to dispel the thoughts I was having with Vanessa no more than four feet away from me. I leaned down and gave her one last kiss. When she finally disappeared I retreated to my office and locked myself away. I shut my blinds and monitored my calls. God, Tuesday's sucked.


This is my version of a Bella and Edward first sight. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Next chapter is the same but in Bella's POV. Her boyfriend is Jacob. I'll just tell you that now. Oh and I have a poll question to propose.

With Bella and Edward being in relationships the issue of whether or not I'll write smut before B/E get together has occured to me. The cons for some people would be lemons with Jacob but the pros would be getting to see some sexy, officer Edward. I've decided Vanessa has an obsession with handcuffs so if you guys vote yeah then you'll get to see some of that, lol. Either way go vote yay or nay on my profile. Thanks ;) Reviews, please?