A/N: I know that at the end of the last chapter I had said that I was going to update in 3 days. I lied. I know, I know, it was a bad thing to do, but I've been sick recently and not really in the mood to get outta bed. I hope you forgive me and enjoy this chapter. Also, thanks so much for all of the reviews I got. This is the first story I've put online so it was a great feeling to know that someone had read it. Multiple someones, actually. So thank you to all of you who read and review and I hope you do again. :)

"I don't know, but whoever they are, they want to get known as the murderer." Weber said.

I nodded.

"Let's get this to the forensic team." Chief Weber said. She held out an evidence bag and I put the slip of paper in.

Emmett and I looked around the crime scene for a while more until we finally concurred that there was no more that would give us any hint to who 'E' was. Around midnight, we decided there was nothing more for us to find in our sleep deprived state, and we left the crime scene.

On the way home, Emmett and I discussed E. So far, all we really knew was that he was cocky - cocky enough to leave a note for the FBI. The drive was about a half hour long, and it was 12:30 when we got back to our city.

"Can I stay at your place?" I asked Emmett, yawning.

"Sure."

It was something we'd done before - staying over at each other's houses. I knew that there were some partnerships within the FBI where the partners hardly talked to each other, but Emmett and I weren't like that. I was glad that we were best friends.

Though I knew that Emmett had many girlfriends, well not necessarily girlfriends, but girl toys.

We had always been clear with each other that we were not interested in each other in that way. He had never once made a remark that would suggest he seriously wanted to get me in bed. He did joke around about stuff like bras, but that was just Emmett. We had even shared a bed a few times, just because we were watching a movie and we both fell asleep. There was no inclination towards sex anywhere in our relationship and though some people who knew Emmett's player status may be skeptical that he didn't want to get me in bed, I trusted Emmett with my life.

"Bella?" Someone was shaking my shoulder.

I blinked sleepily.

"Emmett?"

"Come on, we're at my place. You fell asleep on the ride home from the crime scene after asking if you could stay over. I would have carried you inside, but the last time I did, you punched me in the face."

I unbuckled my seat belt and hopped out of the car, removing my gun from my waist band just to be safe. The last time Emmett had picked me up when I was asleep, I had punched him in the face. I had been half asleep and I felt someone picking me up. I thought that I was being kidnapped or something. It was the type of paranoia that came with working for the FBI.

I followed Emmett into the lobby, then up the stairs. His apartment was on the second floor, so it seemed silly to take the elevator for such a short time, though I was suddenly so tired that I had to stop halfway up the stairs. Emmett noticed me stop and he came back to me, sighed, then picked me up bridal style. I didn't resist.

"Thanks." I said, nodding into his chest.

"No problem."

He carried me the rest of the way to his apartment. I was barely aware of him setting me down on his bed and I fell back onto the pillows.

Something cloth was tossed over my face all of a sudden, and I sat up, surprised.

Emmett was grinning at me.

"I'll let you change while I'm in the bathroom."

I looked at the cloth thing in my hands and found it was one of Emmett's shirts. I quickly changed, shedding everything but my underwear and pulling the shirt over my head. Emmett was so huge that his shirt went down to my knees. I climbed into his bed, pulling one of the pillows under my head.

I heard the bathroom door open and Emmett said, "Should I sleep on the couch?"

I patted the bed beside me, fighting to keep consciousness.

I felt Emmett move my hand and then he climbed under the covers. We weren't touching, but I felt close to him.

I quickly fell asleep.

In my dream, I was standing by while a hooded figure pointed a gun at two small children and fired. As the children fell, I called out.

"Bella." Emmett said, shaking me. I heard someone sobbing, then I realized that it was me.

"I'm sorry, it's just those kids." I blubbered.

Emmett pulled me into his chest and he stroked my hair.

"I know, honey, I know."

He let me cry, just stroking my hair and holding me until I calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

When I woke up, there was light coming in through Emmett's window. Emmett's large, muscled arm was around me and I felt safe.

I sat there for a while until I decided to tickle Emmett. This was one of the few things that I could do physically to make Emmett vulnerable. Carefully, cautiously, I reached my hand to Emmett's ribs.

Quick as a wink, Emmett had moved so he was over me, and I was staring into his wide, very much awake face.

"Shit." I said.

He smiled and I saw his dimples until I felt his hand ghost down to my ribs.

"Don't -" I was cut off by him tickling me and I was overcome by a fit of loud giggles that sounded very unlike me.

Emmett tickled me until my stomach ached from laughing.

"Please," I gasped out finally, giving in. He would never stop until I begged.

He tickled me a while longer, then he rolled over and moved his hand from my ribs.

I panted to get my breath back and he chuckled.

"That'll teach you to mess with me." He said, and I laughed.

"What time is it?" I asked him.

He glanced over at the clock that was on his side of the bed, on the bedside table.

"Seven. We should probably get going, we haven't finished the paperwork from the Walter case."

"Okay. Can we stop by my house before going to the office? I want to change and grab a few things." I said.

"Sure."

Emmett sighed, then got out of bed. He was only in a pair of checked boxers.

He walked over to his closet and disappeared inside. I heard the rustle of fabric, then I got out of bed and pulled my jeans and t-shirt from yesterday on, leaving Emmett's oversized t-shirt on his bed.

"I'll start the coffee." I said towards the vicinity of the closet.

"'Kay." I heard Emmett say from the closet.

I walked over to his small kitchen and found the coffee. Emmett and I always had to get coffee before going to the office because the office coffee tasted like water and took hours to make.

I started on the coffee, then looked in Emmett's fridge for something to eat. There was a takeout box with a chinese character on it, a six pack of beer, a tub of cream cheese, butter, and some uncooked ground beef. I was unsurprised by the lack of food that Emmett had; he rarely ate in, preferring to eat over at my apartment or go out. Emmett and I rarely spent a meal apart, though Emmett usually went to a bar after our dinners to meet some girl and I would go home to read and mill about my apartment.

I heard Emmett's footsteps and turned around.

"Hey." I greeted him.

He was wearing a sports coat, a blue v-neck t-shirt, jeans, and the same shoes he always wore. The shoes were fancy enough to go to meetings in, but comfortable enough that he could chase after criminals and such. Emmett never really dressed up, only wearing the sports coat because it was required. It was easier for me to dress.

"Hey, sorry that I have no food."

"It's fine. We can grab something from my place."

Emmett walked back to the bookshelf and moved aside some books until he found his gun, hidden in a cavity in the wall. My gun was there as well.

"Here." He said, handing me my gun.

"Thanks."

The coffee maker beeped, telling us that the coffee was ready. I opened the cabinet above the sink and stretched up on my tip-toes, trying to reach the cups. My fingers barely grazed the handle.

Emmett chuckled.

"I'll get it, short stuff."

I glared at him because of the short stuff comment, but moved so that he could reach the cup.

He didn't even have to stretch to reach.

I huffed and he chuckled and poured the coffee into two mugs.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yup." I checked that the safety was still turned on on my gun, then slipped it back into my waistband and grabbed my phone and badge from where I had put them on the counter in my sleepy haze last night.

Emmett led the way out of the apartment taking big sips of coffee to keep it from spilling out the sides. I drank a large gulp of mine, then followed him, instantly jazzed by the caffeine. Emmett and I took our coffee the blackest black because it allowed us to stay awake longer. Last night was the first full night of sleep that I had gotten in a few days, because of the case. While working on cases, Emmett and I rarely slept for longer than was necessary for us to keep functioning. We just got so involved that our brains would work and work and work while we pumped them with caffeine to stay awake.

Emmett led me to his SUV, and I got in. My coffee was already halfway gone. We would have to make more at my house.

Checking my phone, I saw that it was already 7:15.

"Damn, Aro's gonna be mad that we're late again." I said to Emmett as he started the drive to my apartment.

"Will we be late?"

"If we need to make more coffee, yeah."

"We'll tell him that we lost track of time. He can't be too mad at his best agents." Emmett said.

"Who are they again?" I asked jokingly. He laughed.

We drove in silence for the rest of the way to my apartment. Emmett parked outside and followed me up to the fourth floor. I let us into my apartment to find it just as I had left it yesterday evening, before the gym.

"Can you make the coffee?" I asked Emmett, "I have to change."

"Sure."

I went into my room and my closet, picking out a pale creamy top, a navy blazer, jeans, and knee high boots.

I brushed my hair and applied a little makeup - not enough to make a huge difference. I put on my belt, the one with the holster on it, and stuck my gun in it.

"Ready?" I called as I walked back to the kitchen.

Emmett was lounging in one of my dining table chairs, sipping his coffee and texting or something. Since he had gotten an iPhone, he was always on that thing. I was surprised how well he could use the tiny keyboard, but his large fingers proved to be quite nimble. I always wondered what he was doing. Once, I found him playing Stick Wars 2. I laughed so hard at that.

Emmett put his phone in the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Yeah, unless you want something to eat. I'm fine with coffee."

"I'm gonna grab something, I haven't eaten since yesterday morning." I said, heading toward my fridge.

I grabbed an apple, a yogurt and a granola bar. I probably wouldn't eat all of it, but I liked to keep a little food in my office just in case I had time to eat while doing paperwork or something.

We hurried out of my apartment after that, because we would be late if there was even a little traffic. Aro usually liked us to be at the office at eight, so we had only ten minutes to get there. It was cutting it close.

"I should call the forensic team, ask them if they found anything." I said.

"Put it on speaker."

I scrolled through my contact list and found the forensic team.

"This is the FBI forensics lab, how may I help you?" A woman asked. I knew from personal experience that her name was Jessica Stanley.

"Hi, this is Detective Swan calling about the Morris investigation. I was wondering if you found anything at the crime scene after we left last night."

"Oh, yes, they just turned in the file. The team said that I should be expecting your call."

I heard the sound of papers flip.

"So they scored most of the house, but there really wasn't much to work with, the killer was very clean, other than the blood splatters. There was no blood on the window that had been broken; it was broken with what looks like the tip of a gun. The rug leading up the stairs and a painting from the hallway has been found missing. The painting because it was extremely valuable. We still see no reason for the rug to be taken. There was part of a fingerprint on the book that you found, smeared in the blood, we are running tests on it now to see if we can identify it. We are also comparing the DNA of blood samples that were found around the master bedroom, just to make sure that all of it belongs to members of the Morris family. If you would like, I can messenger this file over to your office."

"That would be great, thanks."

"Alright, I'll get it to your office as soon as possible."

"Bye."

I hung up.

"Well aren't you just the charmer." Emmett said.

"What, I was being friendly."

"Sure." Emmett said.

"Jeez, Emmett. If you were friendlier instead of hitting on every girl you see, single or not, you may get people to messenger files over for you as well." I said, my guard going up. I had thought that I wasn't being as friendly as I could have been.

"Anyway," Emmett said, "it looks like this E chick is really good."

"What makes you think she's a woman? I was under the impression that E was a man."

"Did you see how neat the handwriting was on that note? She's obviously a girl."

"You can't base someone's gender on a note! He could have had someone else write it, or he could just have been really careful writing it."

"E's obviously a chick."

"No, I'm not buying your theory."

"Okay, so why do you think that E's a dude?"

"Ummm…" I wasn't sure how to defend my answer.

"Ha!" Emmett said. I scowled.

"I'll think of it." I said, opening my door, realizing that we were in the FBI parking lot.

We walked into the FBI building and saw that the whole place was in chaos.

"What happened?" I asked, jogging over to one of the nearest employees, a guy I happened to know was named Eric.

"Someone broke in!" He said frantically, "They left a note!"

"Where?"

"Your office!" He didn't seem to be able to say a sentence without an exclamation point at the end of it.

A/N: I know I can't have any closure to chapters, but I already wrote probably the first four or so chapters of this story, so I don't know where to end. Review, please!