A girl with mousy brown hair opens the door, her hands visibly shaking before she jams them in her pockets.

Bella POV

"Hello, is something wr-wrong?" I take a deep breath and try to control my voice. Stupid, you probably look so suspicious!

There are two men standing outside of my door, one holding up identification.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" The dark skinned man asks, tucking his ID back in his pocket.

"Uh, yes. Yes, I am." I say, still confused.

He raises an eyebrow, then introduces himself and his partner.

"I'm Agent Derek Morgan and this is my partner, Agent Spencer Reid," he gestures to the tall lanky man standing next to him who gives a small smile while his eyes simply study me. "We're here to ask a question about a recent incident, may we come in?"

3rd Person

Bella glanced back into the house, before shaking her head and opening the door wider to allow the agents in.

"Sorry for the mess, it's been a bit of a rough morning." She laughs nervously and grabs the white slip of paper sitting on the desk in the corner of the room. She stared at it for a moment before scrunching it up and tucking it into a drawer.

"We know all about rough mornings, don't your worry yourself," Agent Morgan chuckled.

Bella smiled, her gaze darting across the room.

"Please, please take a seat. Would you like anything to drink?" She asked.

"Water would be lovely, thank you" Agent Morgan answered.

"Of course, I'll be right back" Bella turned and walked into the kitchen.

Once he heard the sound of a tap running, Morgan turned to Reid, one eyebrow raised.

"She seem a little jumpy to you?"

Reid nods his head. "She's stuttering, shaking and won't make eye contact. Did you see that piece of paper she put in the drawer?"

"Yeah, that was a bit suspicious," Morgan answered.

"It's more than that. From what I could see from here, the handwriting on it matches the handwriting we found on the note left with the victim."

"You think she's involved."

"Possibly. Or maybe his next victim."

Bella stares at the water flowing from the tap, trying to steady her breaths.

"Just calm down, answer their questions and forget about what happened this morning. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine. It has to be" She mutters to herself, squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing her hands against them. Yet, she can't help shaking as she fills two glasses and places them on a tray.

They can't possibly know anything, I haven't told anyone about him. Should I tell them? Maybe they could help? No, no, no. I'm better off keeping quiet, right? If hears I've told anybody...

She grabs the tray and walks out of the kitchen, trying to look confident and calm.

Both agents raise their heads and exchange a glance as she walks in.

"Here you go, gentlemen," she says as she takes a seat on the couch opposite. She folds her hands in her lap and forces a smile onto her face.

"What was it you wanted to ask me?"

A/N: I think no matter how much I try and apologise it won't be enough, put please accept this pitiful excuse for a chapter as my most sincere apology. I'm very grateful to everyone who followed and reviewed and favourited. Thank you so so much for your support. I read Flowergirl1092's review this afternoon and I think that was the final catalyst to me uploading, so thank you very much. This chapter is all over the place because I literally wrote and edited it in less than an hour, sorry! My tenses are a mess and my writing style has changed over the past few years so I'm trying to find a POV that works, I'm leaning towards 3rd person. Thank you also to ItzIzziieMonsta, Dramamomma19, Zblue, decadenceofmysoul and to everyone else who left constructive and encouraging reviews. I hope you like this chapter (but it's okay if you don't), sorry again for the wait and I hope to see you all again soon!