A/N: I know the last bit of the last chapter was confusing, but it has it's purpose. And don't worry, this story's main theme is Bella and Edward. MPOV was Maria's pov.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. But I do own Perry...which isn't saying much :(

BPOV

The weekend went by agonizingly slow, especially since I knew what was in store for me Monday morning, or should I say today. My mind was practically scattered. I couldn't allow myself to think about the situation too much, or I would find my temper flaring at the thought of the injustice. But anger was never my initial reaction when I thought of Officer Cullen. My heart rate would quicken and butterflies would appear. His beauty and perfection would surely stick with me throughout this whole ordeal, preventing me from disliking him as much as I would like to.

Everything about him reeked of perfection: his hair, his scent, his voice, and his eyes. The only visible flaw that I could find is his possible blindness, because that man cannot read a radar gun. Obviously. I found that out first hand.

"Bella?" Charlie shouted from downstairs.

"Hold on, I'll be down in a minute." I replied, slipping the only court worthy shirt I own over my tank top. I was wearing a midnight blue three quarter sleeve blouse, black slacks and flats. No heels for me! I then took a look at myself in my mirror, criticizing my appearance. My large, brown eyes looked slightly sunk in with light bags under them, pointing out that I haven't gotten much sleep since Friday night. And my rosy lips looked too large for my face, contrasting weirdly with my pale skin. Oh well, I am as presentable as I will ever be for a day like this, I thought as I made my way carefully down to Charlie.

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EPOV

Today I was going to see her. The gorgeous woman I ruined any chance with by pulling her over and giving her a ticket. She'll probably ignore me at all costs today. I wouldn't blame her. Nobody offends an angel and gets off free.

Chief Swan might also be there today. I didn't see him over the weekend. I wonder if he knows I wrote the ticket? Probably. No doubt our friendship will be strained for a few days…weeks…months? I hope not! Hopefully though, things will return to normal, that is, if I'm at this job much longer.

I checked the clock…8:37 am. Well, I should probably leave now so I can make it there before 9:00. I grabbed my keys and walked out to my car. Once inside, I played the Linkin Park CD Alice bought me for Christmas, and began my journey to the courthouse.

Before becoming a cop, I was quite the speed demon. Normal speed for me back then was twice the speed limit! But now that I am an officer of the law, speeding is out of the question. I have to set an example for the few citizens in Forks that actually get out on the road and see me.

I pulled into the courthouse parking lot, which was only occupied by a few cars randomly splotched throughout the area. After some careful searching, I was slightly disappointed that I didn't see the red, monster of a truck I pulled over last Friday. I could feel the rain start to sprinkle, so I rushed my pace a little, making it to the courthouse door in record time.

Upon entering, I felt a gush of warm air. At least we won't freeze. I looked to my left to find a secretary staring in my direction. Apparently confusion was displayed on my face because she asked, "Do you need any help?" in an overly helpful voice.

"Yes, I need the courtroom for Judge Perry, please." I politely asked.

"Judge Perry is…"she took a glance at her notebook in front of her, which happened to be covered with the name 'Mike', "down the hall to your left, second set of doors on your right." She finished by batting her eyes, which had nowhere near the effect of Isabella's.

"Thank you." I said as I turned to leave.

"Wait! What is your name?" she asked.

"Edward." I replied, trying to end the conversation.

"My name is Jessica. I've seen you somewhere before, haven't I?" she said, acting too sweet and innocent.

"I don't know."

"Oh wait! You're a cop. Now I remember, I saw you Friday sitting on the side of the road in a cruiser."

"Oh, really?" I asked with fake enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I had just gotten off work, which was around…4:30 pm. I also get off at that time today." She said with a vicious smile.

"Well, I hope you have fun. See ya!" Crap! I could've pulled her over, instead of Isabella. Now I really feel foolish. Oh well…

After finally escaping the clutches of Jessica, I made my way down the left hall, stopping before the second door on my right. I glanced at my watch, which read 8:55.

I pushed on the door, and it slowly swung open. You would think that they would grease the hinges or something. Ha…but what's the point, they probably rarely use the courtrooms, once a week for the occasional speeder?

Once inside the toasty courtroom I scanned the room, my gaze instantly falling upon the face of an angel, an exquisite beauty with chocolaty, brown eyes, creamy white skin, and luscious red lips.

As soon as her eyes fell upon mine, a tiny smile played and tugged at her lips, followed quickly by a warm red blush. But all too soon, her soft gaze hardened and her blush disappeared, leaving me feeling hollow and slightly…depressed. There was no denying that I had some sort of attraction for this woman.

Suddenly, a door swung open at the front of the courts, taking Isabella's gaze off of me. A security guard came through first, followed by Judge Perry, who didn't have the best reputation. Her temper was short, causing her to dish out punishment sooner than most judges. Now, more than ever did I regret my decision. I truly hope Isabella does fine.

"All rise for the honorable Judge Perry." Stated the security guard.

Everyone in the courtroom rose—all seven of us—while Judge Perry made her way to her seat.

"You may be seated."

The courtroom was silent while Judge Perry looked over a file in her hands. Then she looked up and spoke, "Isabella Marie Swan, you appear in court today for a ticket written on Friday, May 26th for speeding by Officer Cullen. Is that true?"

"Yes…your honor."

"Have you anything to say or add to this session?" The judge asked in a bored tone.

"Yes, your honor. I wasn't speeding. I was doing the exact speed limit. Officer Cullen must have made a mistake." I can't deny the fact that her statement hurt me.

"Is that true? Is Officer Cullen present in this courtroom?" Judge Perry asked, looking around impatiently.

Crap! She is going to ask me. I can't deny it, and then I'll look like a fool, especially since I didn't try to fix it over the weekend. I'll surely be toast if I agree with Isabella.

I stood up, "I am Officer Cullen, your honor." My mind was telling me to lie, while my heart told me to tell the truth. Which one?

"Is Ms. Swan telling the truth? Or was she actually going thirty-five in a thirty?" Judge Perry asked me.

While my mind and heart battled, my pride snuck up and took control, "Yes your honor, Ms. Swan was going thirty-five." Dang it! What's the matter with me? I had done it again. Pride falleth before man…and I would surely fall hard.

"I'm sorry Ms. Swan. You are to pay—"

Isabella interrupted, "No, he's lying!" Her hands were clenched into fists, displaying her anger. Judge Perry didn't miss that.

"Ms. Swan! How dare you interrupt me in my courtroom! Now, because of your outburst, you will pay a new fine of one-hundred dollars."

"What? You can't do that!" Isabella cried, suddenly slapping her hands to her mouth realizing her mistake.

"Bella, hush!" Whispered her father, Chief Swan, who was next to her.

Judge Perry's eyes filled with rage, her temper lost a little while back. "That's it Ms. Swan! You will now pay a fine of one-hundred and fifty dollars, and your license will be revoked!" By then, Judge Perry was standing up. She then started briskly walking to her office.

The courtroom was utterly silent. Nobody dared to move. My mouth was hanging completely open. What have I done?

Suddenly, Isabella rose up from her seat, her hand still across her mouth and started walking down the aisle towards the exit, Chief Swan right on her heels. Her head was angled down, so that her hair fell on either side of her face, but not completely covering it. I could tell that her face was blood red, caused by her extreme embarrassment. Right before she opened the door, I could hear her distinct cry, followed by her sobs as she walked down the hall. I truly am a monster, but I will find a way to fix this.

A/N: There's a saying, "It usually get worse before it gets better." Well, you just read the worst, now it's time to enjoy the better :)