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He wasn't asleep and the mocking smile on his face was pissing me off.
"So, Cullen, is this a habit of yours?" I spat.
"What do you mean?" he asked, the picture of calm.
"Getting naked with people you barely know. People who also are working a very serious case with you," I said.
"No, I don't. It's just you," he smiled crookedly at me.
Crap. I was still naked. Stomping to my closet I heard him rise as I ignored my phone. Damn it Em, stop calling. Edward followed me into my closet. I turned to face him and was hit head-on by his ridiculously good looking body. He was very muscular and had a slight luminescence. Fighting back a sigh, I confronted him.
"Look, Cullen, I am very grateful for how you helped me last night, but must you follow me around naked?" I threw my hands in the air and realized, again, that I was still naked.
"Well, I just thought we would be on even ground if we were both naked," he smiled crookedly and chuckled.
"Arg!" I was beyond frustrated.
I stalked over to my clothes and yanked on a dark green long sleeved shirt and some jeans. I was going commando for now, I didn't care. I just wanted him to put on his damn clothes. Cullen turned around slowly and sauntered towards the door of my closet.
Damn, what a backside.
Involuntarily, my head cocked to one side as I enjoyed watching him walk away a little too much. I took the opportunity to slam my closet door shut and pull on some underwear and a bra. Running my fingers through my hair, I reflected on last night as my phone mockingly sand If You C Jordan at me for the millionth time.
"What?" I snapped as I answered the phone.
"Bells," Em's voice was grave.
My stomach twisted in knots, had Em been crying?
"Emmett, what is it?" I questioned.
"Jake's here, something awful happened. He needs you Bells," Em's voice was thick with tears.
Hanging up my phone I flew out of my closet. I must have been a sight because Cullen grabbed my hand and pulled me to face him. Placing his cool hands on either side of my face, he looked straight into my eyes.
"Bella, what is it? What's wrong?" his brow furrowed slightly and concern showed in his topaz eyes.
"I don't know, I have to go to Em's. Now," I replied.
That was all he needed. Never letting go of my hand, he led me down stairs and straight into his Volvo. Cullen deposited me in the passenger side and we were off. I didn't know what happened , but, for the first time in a long time, I was afraid to find out.
The three minute drive seemed like it was taking hours. Cullen's presence was oddly soothing for me. I didn't know what it was about him, but I was utterly calm. We pulled up in front of Em's twenties style home and I hopped out as soon as I saw Jake's VW Rabbit.
Flying up the stairs to the front door, I slammed into the warm wall that was Jacob. I looked up at him, his face was tear stained and swollen. Something terrible had truly happened. He put his arms around my waste and sunk to the wood planks that made up Em's porch.
"Jake, what happened?" and icy fear had gripped my heart.
"It's my dad, he, he was murdered last night," he finally got it out as a fresh wave of sobs shook his large frame.
Everything shifted into slow motion, even Jake's sobbing form against me. Billy Black murdered? No, it couldn't be. It just couldn't.
Em walked out of the door at that moment and his pale face was red and blotchy, didn't he know this was a mistake? This must just be a nightmare. I would wake up. I began rocking with Jake, hoping I would wake up.
"How did it happen?" I asked, hoping it wasn't what I thought.
"I found him," Jake whispered, "in a pool of his own blood."
It was all he could repeat. Now visions of my dear family friend, Billy, were running rampant in my head. All of them eerily similar to Lauren. The tears racked my body. Jake and I held each other as Em sank down and wrapped his arms around us too.
Jasper and Rose walked out into the driveway to stand with Cullen. I couldn't tell if they thought they were intruding on a personal moment or not. Being that they were FBI agents, I doubted it. They saw this stuff all the time. Jasper held Rose close to him. Rose had known Billy too.
Cullen had his eyes firmly on me. He seemed worried and it flattered me that he would be, though I was slightly annoyed with him still. I had to shift into cop mode. I had to find Dad. If he was on the scene I had to relieve him. He couldn't go through this alone.
Snapping myself back into control, I stood up. I noticed Cullen stiffen a little as I did.
"Em, where's Dad," he looked at me, the dark understanding of what I meant to do crossing his face.
"He's out at the Rez," he said, looking down at his broken best friend.
I leaned down to Jake and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "I'll be back soon Jake. I promise."
"If we can stop by the hotel," Cullen spoke up, "I'll drive you out there. One of us should be there anyway to make sure it isn't another one of the same string."
"You ok with staying here Jasper?" I asked him, not knowing what their protocol was.
"Yea, I think I want to stay with Rose and I'm pretty sure nothing could part her from Emmett right now," Jasper hugged his sister.
"Ok, let's go back to my house so I can grab my badge and my gun," I spoke to Cullen directly.
After I had run inside and grabbed my gun, my side holster, my badge, and my FPD jacket, we left for Cullen's hotel. We rode without talking, Claire de Lune playing quietly in the air between us. My mind was still reeling from Billy's death.
"Claire de Lune is great," I broke the silence, "It's one of my favorites."
"One of mine too," Cullen replied.
If he was shocked he didn't show it. Cullen's face remained a pleasant, but unreadable, mask. I gave him directions to the Rez. Told him what the house would look like and what the community would be like. When we reached his hotel, I waited in the car. Pulling out my cell, I dialed a familiar number.
"Hello, Sheriff Swan speaking," my father's voice was rough.
"Dad, I'm coming your way. I'll take over so you can go home or to Em's. Jake is at Em's. Don't fight with me about it. You need to do this," I was very stern.
To my complete and utter astonishment, the old man didn't argue.
"Ok. How far out are you Bells?" dad sounded relieved.
"We had to stop at Agent Cullen's hotel so he could change his clothes," I mentally slapped myself in the face for revealing that, " so it will be about half an hour."
Dad didn't mention anything about Cullen and I was fine with that. I just wanted to get to him. Billy was his best friend, I couldn't imagine him standing over his murdered body. The thought made me shiver as Cullen got in the car.
"Bella, are you cold?" he asked.
"No, just drive fast please," I shot him a look that meant business and he nodded.
The Volvo was flying, just absolutely flying. Not bothering to look at the speedometer, I laid my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. I imagined Billy, laughing and eating Harry Clearwater's Homemade Fish Fry. My mouth watered at the memory, Harry did make some good fish. Politely, Cullen laid his hand gently on my thigh to get my attention. I couldn't be mad at him for it as he had already seen the goods.
I looked at him and nodded as he put it in park. Rubbing my hands over my face a couple of times, I gathered myself and put on my best cop face to meet the gruesome scene.
Dad was standing in the yard waiting for me, his face about five shades whiter than normal. All that damn steak he ate had me worrying about his heart under all this stress. Determinedly, I strolled up to him and placed my hand on his large shoulder.
"Go home dad or to Em's, I'll take over," my voice only slightly wavered.
As dad walked away, I surveyed the people gathered in the yard. Sam and Emily were here. Leah and Seth were here. Most of the Rez was in this little yard. Of course they would be, their chief had just been brutally killed. Jake would be the chief now, I pushed the thought aside.
I nodded soberly to my friends and headed inside. I wanted to see this for myself.
I walked up the ramp and went through the front door. The memory of Dad helping Billy make this ramp struck me hard. I gasped. Pushing on I went through the living room into the small kitchen. There he was.
Billy's wheelchair had been callously shoved to the other side of the room. The thought that he wouldn't have needed it anyway, sent a chill to my bones. His eyes were wide with fear and his blood and begun to dry to the floor.
As the feeling that I was surely going to puke came over me, I felt Cullen's hands on my waist. The feeling abated with the touch of his sure, cool hands. I sighed, how was I going to get through this.
"Don't worry," he whispered into my left ear, "The coroner is just outside and once they load the body you can go. I'll take you home."
"Will you stay with me?" I was shocked by my own request.
"Of course I will," he replied.
Numb, I stood and watched as they loaded the body of Billy black into the body bag and onto a stretcher. My mouth tasted like bile.
Back at my house I called Em to check on dad. I couldn't handle being around Jake and Dad right now. I knew it was selfish of me and that Jake needed me, but if I was going to stick it to this bastard, I was going to have to clear my head and going over there wouldn't help my cause. Em had understood, he always did. He would take very good care of Jake. Jasper and rose were still there too. I just needed to be for a while.
I put my blackberry on its charger in the kitchen and put my keys on their hook.
"Would you like a drink Cullen?" I called.
He was right behind me as I turned to walk to the door to make sure he heard me. I nearly crapped myself.
"Damn it, don't do that," I smacked at his chest.
"Bella, I'm sorry. Are you ok?" the concern smoldered in his eyes again.
"who are you?" I spoke reverently.
Cullen lifted me like a bag of rags and carried me to my bathroom. A girl could get used to this. Without a word he rid us both of our clothes and I walked over and ran a hot bath.
In my mind, I knew doing this of my own sober will was crossing a line. I knew it, but considering all the things that had happened in the last two days, I couldn't find it in me to care. It had been so long since I had anyone to be with like this and, except for the fact I didn't know him at all, Cullen had been kind to me.
I sank into the hot water far enough up so Cullen could get in behind me. Once he was comfortable, I snuggled back into him. Lazily, his fingers traced shapes in my back. The hair on my neck stood up from the pleasure of his touch. He sighed and so did I.
We didn't talk and, when the water was going cold, we got out of the tub. No sexual tension between us, just a warm vibration. He towel dried me and handed me my long robe. I slipped into it and grabbed his hand.
In my bedroom, I threw back the covers and slid into my bed. I looked up at Cullen and patted the bed next to me. His eyes never leaving my face, he slid in beside me. we lay facing each other, his hands snaking up into my hair.
For the longest time we just looked into each other's eyes. Then, without warning, Cullen moved his face towards mine and I knew he wanted to kiss me. Also, I knew I wouldn't stop him. Truth be told, I even wanted him to.
My breath hitched when he was close enough that his lips only barely touched mine. Gently, I pulled his face to mine. Edward's lips were cool, smooth, and unyielding. His breath smelled sweet and I greedily drank it in. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and nipped at it lightly.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, the kiss ended.
Without a word, Edward pulled my head under his chin and hummed to me. Soon I drifted off to sleep.
