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Now that that's out of the way.

Summary: Officer Cullen responds to the accident and the accident is assessed.

References/Notes:

1.) I got it out before I left! I got so many alerts/reviews I cut out on a little sleep to finish.

2.) I don't know jack about about law enforcement. I don't really know how accident procedures are executed when an officer arrives. If I've gotten something wrong, correct me and I'll be happy to fix it or re-write it. If it seems unrealistic, sorry, I tried.

3.) Here's your Cullen family tree for this story. Edward 27 and Emmett 26 are both biological sons of Carlisle and Esme. Alice 24 was adopted by Carlisle and Esme. Rosalie 26 and Jasper 26 are both Hales, and unrelated.

From Edward's Point of View

I clicked my wipers up a notch as I drove through the rain. I glanced at the dash, 10:03. I got off duty at midnight. The radio played softly and static started to weave in and out of the channel as I drove along the outskirts of Port Angeles until the dispatcher's voice blared through the car.

"Is there an officer near the edge of Port Angles toward the Forks side?"

I yawned as I picked up the radio. "Yes."

"Cullen? I thought you were off today."

I lied. "I picked up Rick's shift." I had nothing better to do with my evening, so I had covered his evening shift. I guess I was more anti-social then most 27 year olds, I would give up most of my Saturday after having to work Friday evening and enjoy it.

"And by conference you mean play cards with the other guys that were off tonight, right?"

"10-4." I answered as Clark gave an exasperated sigh.

"911 had a call earlier with no response and they were able to trace the signal to Port Angeles not too far outside Forks. You know most of the time people forget to put the keyguard on cell phones, but I'd check it out."

I flipped the siren as I pressed the accelerator after racking the radio. I used the siren for protocols sake. Not many cars would be out this way, and even less with the weather. Law enforcement was a catch 22 for me, I detested the siren, but adored the speeds I could reach legally.

It took me 3 or 4 minutes until I saw two sets of stationary headlights ahead and slowed. I pulled off about a hundred feet in front of a red Chevy and got out of the cruiser. As I approached the scene, I saw the damage. One dead deer, two wrecked cars, and two incapacitated drivers.

The first car was an faded Chevy truck, with a young woman about my age. She was slumped over the steering wheel and soaking wet. I unzipped my jacket and covered her with it as I straightened her body up against the back of the seat and ran my fingers along her neck feeling for a pulse. Weak, but alive.

I then moved on to the next car, a Ford Focus that had seen better days. The front end had caved in when hitting the back of the Chevy. The impact had dented the truck, but only slightly compared to the car. The middle aged man behind the wheel was unresponsive, but also alive, and I could smell the alcohol rolling off him.

I ducked back into the cruiser and blasted the heat. I was now soaked through, and called in the accident.

"The 911 call was affirmative. Two ambulances are needed. The driver of car one hit a deer, and it shattered the windshield. The second driver hit the rear of the first car, and more than likely was intoxicated at the time. Both are unresponsive. The scene is closer to Forks than assumed, about 4 minutes from Route 101. The hospital in Forks will be closer."

"They should be arriving on scene shortly."

I sat in the car until I heard sirens off in the distance and stepped back out into the rain. I watched as both drivers were loaded in and the fire department started to clean the accident up, as well as the arrival of the on duty officer from Forks. A few minutes later we both sat in my cruiser as I started filling out the accident report while the officer filled me in on what he knew.

"The first driver is Chief Swan's daughter. I've already called him. I'd say the second driver was drunk. The impact wouldn't have been that deep if he'd been going at the posted speed or slowing down. It doesn't look as if he tried to stop at all. There are no skid marks on the road."

When the fire department had finished cleaning the road, and the two vehicles towed, I headed on to the hospital to finish my report. It would have to be specific, more than likely a case would surface.

I strolled down the halls of Forks' small hospital, with a plastic visitors badge swinging from my shirt until I was stopped.

"Edward, I thought you were off tonight." Yes, no one other than Carlisle.

"I did inherit a few things from you- compassion and workaholic tendencies."

He smiled, knowing I was right. "I"m assuming your after the two that just came in from the car wreck?"

"Yes, the accident was in Port Angeles, Forks hospital was just closer."

"Only the young woman is my patient. Her name is Isabella Swan, I've treated her before. She was a frequent visitor when she lived in Forks."

I raised my eyebrows. "Terminal?"

"Accident prone. I'm surprised she hasn't asked for a punch card, you know 10 visits, 11th on us. Anyway, she's fine. She's has some whiplash, several small cuts from windshield glass that have been cleaned, and a slight concussion. She also lost a little blood but not much."

"Is she awake?" I glanced at my watch. I would be off duty in about half an hour.

"No, I gave her a heavy dose of sedatives, Bella isn't fond of blood. Both are on the second floor."

He led me over to the elevators, and we stood there silently until the the doors slid open. We walked in and the doors slid closed.

"I heard Alice signed you up for speed dating last weekend. How did that go?"

I groaned. "I didn't go."

"I'm surprised she didn't show up at your apartment and force you." Carlisle was amused.

"I would have shot her first." I grumbled.

"Edward!"

Awkward silence filled the elevator until the doors slid back open and we walked out onto the second floor.

"Honestly, Edward, you need to get out more. Meet new people. You can't always work." He sighed.

"Honestly, Carlisle, I think I can handle my own life."

"That's not what I'm saying. . ."

I cut him off quickly, "Tonight isn't the best time to discuss my anti-social behavior. We can discuss it tomorrow, assuming we're still having Sunday dinner?"

"You know your mother always does."

He left me at the nurse's station, and I started checking on the second driver. He had an expired out of state license, a few credit cards, a AAA card, a BAC of 0.20, and had gotten his stomach pumped on arrival. Another glance at my watch told me that I had another 15 minutes left of duty, and I'd been ripped a new one the last time I worked overtime.

I found Ms. Swan's room easily enough, where she was still sedated, and her father sitting nervously at her bedside, and stood as I entered.

"Hello, I'm Officer Cullen, and I've been working on your daughter's case." I said as I extended my hand.

"Chief Swan. Your Dr. Cullen's son, right?" We shook hands and both took a seat in the tiny room.

"Yes." I smiled.

"What do you know so far?"

"From what we can piece together, your daughter hit a deer, which shattered her windshield, and then stopped. She started to dial 911 when the second driver rear ended her. He was intoxicated. . ."

"What was his BAC?" He interrupted.

"0.20." I continued. "I don't have to tell you that he would have lost the gross of his motor skills and had a minimized reaction time." He nodded.

"I would like to get a statement when she's awake to confirm or correct what we know." I got up, shook hands with Chief Swan again, and then took the elevator back down to the parking garage, and pulled back out into the rain.