A/N: Give my Edward a chance. He starts out OOC (come on, he's a COP), but I think he slowly grows into character. Don't give up. I plan on making him more...Edwardy in the future. I just have to work up to it. I have never written as him.

EPOV

Sitting on the side of the road, scanning the speed of citizens driving by sounds like a laid back, easy job. Right? Not! The boredom ruins the whole experience, especially in a town like Forks. Everyday for the past week I have sat in the exact same spot with my radar gun doing nothing. Sometimes, I wonder if joining the police force was the best choice. Maybe I should just quit and focus solely on college and getting my degree in music.

Not many people have heard of a part time police job, but here in the town of Forks, it is not necessary to have twenty full time police officers. There's just not that much crime around here to begin with. So Chief Swan willingly takes in eager part time rookies, shows them the ropes, and then throws them out to do the meager tasks, such as scanning the speed of driving citizens. That was myself three months ago, when I decided it was time to get a respectable job and pay my own expenses, even if I still live with my adoptive family.

Of course, this job isn't just a walk in the park either. An officer, such as myself, still has a quota of tickets to fill and turn in by the end of the shift. The quota isn't a very large number, like in New York City, Chicago, or any other city larger than Forks. But it still has to be filled. And that, can sometimes get a little tedious. Especially since Forks is a fairly safe town. The only real crime this city sees is the occasional drunk, the newly licensed teen, or the rare out-of-towners we sometimes receive during the hunting season.

But lately I haven't been able to fill my quota and Chief Swan has been hounding me to get it done. Since they don't get filled, the Chief has suspected me of snoozing on the job, or whatever the lazy guys do. For the past few days, he has threatened to fire me, which I can't afford to let happen.

Today is not any better. It's 5:45 pm, I get off at 6:00 pm, and I still have not written any tickets. Chief Swan is not going to believe me when I tell him the truth, which is that barely anybody has driven down this street today. And none of them were breaking any laws. I can't get fired

At that point a red truck turned the corner. Jackpot! Quickly I checked my radar gun looking for any possibility that this was a speeder…thirty miles per hour, crap!

Oh well, that truck appears to be old and decrepit anyways, maybe there will be an obvious flaw with it that I can write a quick ticket for. As the truck passed me I quickly searched for any malfunction, but was disappointed to find none. Maybe if I take a closer look…

I turned on my lights, signaling the driver to pull over. There was no turning back now. I had to find a flaw and find it fast. I need something to bring back to the Chief so that I get to keep my job.

Instantly the driver noticed my lights, probably starting to panic. They pulled over to the side of the road. Maybe I could just find something to give them a warning about.

I pulled up behind the monster of a vehicle, searching determinedly to find a busted taillight, expired license plate, or even a missing hubcap I could warn them about. But there was nothing!

After a few moments of contemplation, I decided to get out and confront the driver. Maybe I'll get lucky and find out they were actually drunk!

I took out my note pad and started my slow procession to the driver's side window, stopping once to write down the license plate number. Once finished, I continued my walk, continuously scanning the vehicle. Finally, I reached the window, instantly regretting my decision to pull this car over.

In the drivers seat was a girl—no, a woman—probably no older than me, with pale skin, mahogany brown, wavy hair that fell around her heart-shaped face beautifully. Her most outstanding feature had to be her deep, chocolate brown eyes. As I stared into those dark orbs, I felt like I could look into her soul, learning everything about her, and still want more.

"May I see your license and registration, please?" I asked, hoping she couldn't hear the tremors that threatened to break my voice. Never before have I been in the presence of someone so exquisitely beautiful.

She seemed to be lost in my eyes also, but then again, that could be wishful thinking on my part. I then noticed how nervous she seemed. I felt awful knowing I was the cause of making someone so breathtaking uncomfortable. I should do something to calm her down.

"Excuse me miss, your license and registration?" Smooth Edward! But I was rewarded with a warm blush that appeared across her cheeks. Did I have that effect on her?

"Ummm…hold on," she said as she fumbled around for her information. I took this free moment to check for anything that I might have missed upon my initial search. Nothing yet…

She then turned around, papers in hand. As she gave them to me, she asked the currently dreaded question I had no answer to.

"What exactly is the problem officer?" I gave her a quick glance and looked down at her license. Isabella Swan…eighteen years of age…birth date September 13th…expiration date in a little over six months…nothing useful here. I turned my eyes to her registration papers. I could feel her gaze watching my every move, waiting for my nonexistent reply. Why this car? I internally cursed myself. Even the registration offered no help at all. Then, after growing impatient with my act of ignoring her, she asked her question again. I had no choice but to say something!

I looked up, searching in her eyes to see if there was any way I could get out of this mess. Then I shifted my eyes to the cab of her truck. Immediately I saw a melting slushie. It was a far stretch, but I was desperate. Desperate for what? Not wanting to look like a fool for pulling this beautiful woman over for nothing. That must be it.

"What is that?" I asked pointing to the melted beverage.

"A slushie." She replied giving me a slightly confused look.

"May I see it?" One look at her face told me she thought I was an idiot. Oh well, no going back now…

"Ummm, I guess. Why?" She asked handing me the drink.

"I need to make sure there is no alcohol in there." I mumbled, trying to keep some dignity, while lifting the top and smelling the contents. Strawberry, at least she has good taste…

"Any booze in there, officer?" She asked in a highly annoyed voice.

I nodded my head no, trying to hide my disappointment and desperation. Oh well, may as well get this over with. I took out my ticket book and started writing her a ticket for speeding, the only thing she may fall for. I really needed a ticket to take back to the Chief. I couldn't afford to lose this job.

"Excuse me? What are you doing?" She asked. If only looks could kill…

"I'm writing you a ticket." I mumbled.

"I can see that! But for what?" She asked, practically yelling. I could tell by looking into her eyes that her rage was building quickly. Should I really be doing this? No, I shouldn't, but I was in too deep now. All I can do now is write the ticket and hope she pays the fine peacefully. I'll just send her a check in the mail to repay her, but I have to continue with what I was doing. I have never felt more foolish in my life.

"You were speeding."

"What? The speed limit for this street is thirty. I was going thirty."

"You were going thirty-five."

"No, you've got it wrong. I never drive over thirty. My truck would die at fifty!"

"Well, you just went over thirty." I lied as I tore the ticket off and handed it to her. She stared at the ticket, then glanced up at me as if to say "Go ahead, make me take it." All I could do was sit it on her dashboard, hoping it wouldn't fly away when she drove off.

"I would advise you not to lose that ticket. Your court date will be May 29th, so be prepared to pay the fine of seventy-five dollars, or you will be forced to pay double. Drive home safely." And with that, I walked back to my cruiser, thinking of how big a mistake I just made. You wrote that poor woman a ticket with a fine of seventy-five dollars to save you own hide! You're a monster!

I sat behind her—behind Bella—until she decided to leave. The least I could do was sit there and keep her safe in case someone tried to carjack her. Then I most certainly would be a monster! Finally, she started the rather loud engine and drove off at a slower pace than before.

When her truck disappeared around the corner, I decided to head back to the station, hopefully finding out I get to keep my job. Perhaps showing Chief Swan…Swan! Isabella Swan! Oh my gosh, how could I have missed that? They have to be related. There is no way you would find two unrelated Swans in this small town. I'm screwed!

By that time, I was so nervous I had to pull the cruiser over and step outside to get some air. The cool breeze helped to settle my nerves infinitesimally. I pinched the bridge of my nose and massaged the area gently, hoping to prevent a headache. How could I have been so carelessly foolish? I must have been too desperate to notice. I am definitely stuck in the middle of a horrid mess!

A/N: Quotas, not sure if cops actually have them, but they do in my story. So just go along with it. Just so you know, he really regrets doing it. It was a stupid unplanned action to keep his job. And in no way do I intend anything bad on police officers.