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Bella

By the time I got home, I was exhausted.

It had been a long day, and I still had to read through Edward's file. There were so many things that I had to go through. There was something nagging in the back of my mind – well, actually, screaming at me would be a better way to put it – telling me that something wasn't right with Edward's case. I knew that I shouldn't be getting so involved with a prisoner, but I couldn't help it.

What was it about him?

"Ali!" I shouted as I closed the door behind me.

I bent down and picked up the post that had been put through the letterbox. I groaned and rolled my eyes at nothing when I dropped Edward's file on the floor.

I picked it up and propped the letters on top of it, flicking through, taking out what was mine. I frowned when I noticed something that I had obviously been oblivious to before. The names on the file and letters matched.

Alice Cullen

Cullen, Edward. A

I think there was something that Alice needed to tell me. Unless I was being completely irrational. There was always the chance that I was putting two and two together and getting seven, but then again, how common a name was 'Cullen'.

He can't be a relation to Alice. I thought, shaking my head. I've known Alice for too long. I would have met him.

"Yeah, Bells." She called walking into the room.

"Ali, you don't happen to have a brother you never told me about do you?" I asked, dropping her mail on the table and setting the file down separately.

She sighed and nodded. "When did you work it out?"

"Literally just now." I turned my head and nodded towards the door. "Wait. You mean…?"

She nodded, answering my unfinished question. "Yeah." She whispered quietly. "The top dog Edward Cullen at the prison you're now working at, is my twin brother." She didn't meet my eyes until she got to the 'twin' part and I could see that they were swimming with tears.

"Ali." I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her tiny frame. "One thing I'm confused about. Why have I never met him?"

"It's a long story." She whispered gently, sniffing slightly.

"We've got time." I mumbled and she looked up at me, her eyes wide before she nodded slowly, looking down. I led her across the room, picking up Edward's file and we sat down on the sofa. "How come you didn't tell me about him?" I asked softly, gently tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"I don't know." She sniffed, shrugging gently. "When we were little, seeing as we'd been shipped off to different boarding schools since we were in kindergarten, he just never came up. And then as we got older I didn't want to mention him because …… I don't know …… I thought that you'd think I was keeping him from you or something. Which I wasn't, I swear." She looked up at me, her eyes fearful and I nodded.

"I know, Ali." I whispered gently. "I know."

"It's just … they told me for some reason, not to mention Edward at all. I don't know why." That confused me. Why would they tell Alice to do that? "And then after we finished school we went to different colleges. I was going to introduce you to him then, you know, bring him up in conversation somehow, but then he got together with Tanya and they got engaged. I was trying to process the fact that my twin was growing up and I was still living off my parents, you know, being left behind. That was when he was arrested. After that, my parents didn't want anything to do with Edward. They didn't believe that he was innocent, which pissed me off no end."

That was something that confused me. Esme and Carlisle had been nothing less than incredible to me. They had been friends with my parents for years and nothing they had done or said had ever given me any inclination that they could be anything less than loving or supporting. But then again, wouldn't they have mentioned Edward at some point. I mean, I'd known them for around twenty-four years or so.

Maybe there was something else going on behind the scenes.

"Alice." I whispered gently and she looked up at me. "Do you think that your parents were …… ashamed …… of Edward in some way?"

"No." She shook her head. "No! Of course not. How can you even think that?"

"Well." I looked her in the eye. "Think about how long I've known you. Wouldn't they have mentioned him in some way. I mean, twenty-four years is a long time to know someone and not know that they have a son as well as a daughter."

"I guess." She sighed gently.

"I wonder why they didn't want anyone to know about Edward." I mused and she shrugged, sniffing slightly.

"I don't know." She shook her head. "I mean, when we were at home, they would always say how proud of Edward they were, and that anything he did made them proud. But then they completely contradicted themselves, telling me not to mention him at all. Being younger, I didn't really understand but now, I guess I don't know what to think."

I hummed, thinking things through.

Ever since I had known Alice, after being shipped off to a boarding kindergarten school or whatever at aged three, I had never heard a single word about Edward. You would have thought that she'd at least slip maybe, but not a single word, hint or anything was made about him. For some reason, they had been split up, and yes, we might have gone to an all girls boarding school since before we were in kindergarten, but that wasn't the point. There should have been some contact between them, right? I mean, they were twins.

"What's that say?" She asked and I looked at her to see her looking at Edward's file.

"Oh." I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. "It's the file containing all the details of Edward's case. Something doesn't seem right to me, but I can't for the life of me figure out what it is. Maybe you can. Normally, I wouldn't be allowed to show you this, but seeing as you're his sister – and I'm guessing that means that you're A in the file, yes?" She nodded, taking the file from my hand and opening it slowly. "I'm guessing it's not that much of a huge deal then. Well, I hope it's not, or my job is on the line."

"I won't tell anyone that I've seen this. Don't worry." She gave me a small smile as she read through the file in front of her. "I can't believe all this." I knew what she meant. I had read through it and nothing in it seemed to make sense at all. It was all contradictory. "He didn't do this." She whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"I know." I hugged her close to me. "I know he didn't." I sighed, looking down at the pages in front of me. "And I'm going to prove it."

"How are you going to do that?" She asked, her expression confused.

"By bringing in the help of our favourite hacker." I smiled at her and she grinned. "Emmett!"

"Emmett!" She said at the same time and we both laughed. "What do you think he'll be able to dig up?"

"I don't know." I shook my head. "Anything relating to Edward or the case. I'm going to scan these files onto my computer – something that doesn't leave this house or Emmett's knowledge." She nodded, pretending to zip her mouth closed and throw away the key. "And then I'm going to send them through to Emmett, so he knows what's going on and what we already know, and I'm hoping that he'll be able to dig up the missing pieces."

"And you really think that this can help my brother?" She asked, her voice small and timid.

"I hope so." I sighed, looking back at the files. "I mean, I've seen him in there. He most definitely is top dog and in complete charge, even if not all the inmates like that fact, but there's also something else. I don't know what it is. There's pain and hurt, grief and guilt but there's something else in there. I think maybe the desire to be believed."

"He must feel so alone." She whispered.

"He has friends in there." I looked down at her and smiled. "He has people watching out for him. Which reminds me, did you know that Rose has a brother?" She shook her head. "Seems that you're not the only one keeping people under wraps." I giggled and she slapped me playfully. "Anyway, his name is Jasper and like you and Edward, Jasper and Rose are twins. He likes to be called Jazz though. He's a really nice guy. Easy to talk to. And unlike Rose, he has a certain southern drawl to his speech. It's very sexy."

"How do you know all this?" She asked, sitting up, her expression extremely confused.

"Oh, he's an inmate on the same wing as Edward." I grinned and her jaw dropped. "I know, I was the same way. I spoke to him just before I spoke to Edward, to whom I will say hi tomorrow." She smiled at me and I grinned down at her.

"What's he in for?" She asked, curiousity lacing her tone.

"Drugs and embezzlement." I shrugged and she sat back, obviously thinking. "Ali." She turned to look at me. "I will find a way to help Edward. I promise."

"I just can't help thinking that ……… you'll put in all this work and nothing will come of it. That he'll be stuck in that prison for the next ten years or so, and you'll get found out and lose your job, meaning you'll have nothing and-"

"Alice, breath." I told her and she stopped, taking a large breath. She hadn't taken one since she started that little speech. "I know you're worried. But you have to listen to me. I will find a way to help your brother. I don't know why, but there's something that draws me to him. And now that I've found him, I don't think I can stay away, and I most definitely can't sit back and watch him live out his life in that place. Not when I believe that he doesn't belong there. I believe that I can help him."

"But how when you can't risk your job." She asked me, her voice becoming desperate. "I can't ask you to risk everything you've worked for and I know that Edward wouldn't want you to either. I can't ask you to do that."

"That's where Emmett comes in." I grinned but she didn't seem convinced.

If there was something to be found, Emmett would find it. He would be able to find out everything there was to know about Edward, his life and his case. Who knew what would be needed. I knew that there would be reports from his school counsellors, seeing as pretty much every school I knew of made their students spend at least one session in their school career with the counsellor there. It would most definitely be in there. Whether or not it would prove useful.

I was conflicted about whether or not I should feel bad about digging into Edward's life. I mean, on the one hand, it was his own personal life and there may be things in there that he wanted kept secret, but on the other hand, something written in that file could prove to be the thing that saves him another twelve years in prison.

I would inform him in an individual session of what we were doing. If he didn't want us to read it, then we wouldn't. It would be completely up to him.

"Come on, Ali." I nudged her slightly as her eyes started drooping. "Off to bed."

"Are you going to bed?" She asked, her voice sleeping and thick.

"I was going to call Emmett and see if he can help us." I told her and she nodded slowly before standing up and walking to her room.

I got up slowly, picking up my blackberry and scrolling down the list of contacts. I called Emmett's number, hoping that he was around. Looking at the clock I worked out that it would be around nine-thirty where he was. I knew that that may seem a little late for phone calls to some, but I needed help, like, yesterday.

"Hello?" A deep masculine voice called through the receiver.

"Em?" I asked quietly, knowing it was him but needing that confirmation all the same.

"Yeah." He seemed confused as to who it was calling. Did he not check is caller ID?

"It's Bella."

"Bells!" He shouted down the phone, practically blowing a whole in my eardrum. "How are you? I miss my Bells." I had to laugh. He sounded like a little whiney kid that had had his favourite lolly taken away.

"I'm okay, Em. I miss you too." It was true. I did. Emmett was like a big brother to me. I had met him and Rosalie when I was in college. Alice and I had been in a coffee shop and there had been no other tables free when Rose and Emmett appeared at our table asking if they could have the two seats next to us. Of course, being the kind Samaritans that we are, Alice and I let them have them and we've been firm friends ever since. "Actually, Em, I need you to do me the hugest favour."

"Who do you want me to dig up dirt on?" He asked, a slight amusement to his tone.

"It's not dirt, per se." I straightened up, bristling slightly. "How'd you know what I was going to ask?"

"Well, when people start of a sentence like that, that's what it usually means." He chuckled down the phone and I couldn't help but grin. "So who did you want me to dish it on?"

"Actually its on a ……" How did I class Edward? Was he a friend? Or just an inmate at the prison I worked at. I thought about this as I switched on my laptop and scanner, waiting for them to warm up. "Friend," that one worked, "of mine."

"Really?" Emmett sounded a little surprised.

"It's not like that." I told him, rolling my eyes and shaking my head as I placed logged into my area on the computer I shared with Alice. We had our own laptops but we shared a computer in the small study we had converted from a room that was meant to be a third bedroom. We didn't need it, so it came in useful. "He's in trouble for something he didn't do. I want to try and help him and this is the only way I can think of to do it."

"What's in it for me?" He asked and I could hear the joking undertone to his voice.

"I'll cook you Thanksgiving dinner." I told him and I knew that I had him on board. He could never resist my cooking.

"Deal!" He replied almost instantly. "What information have you got on him?"

"I'm sending it to you in an email attachment now." I told him. In the short time that I had been placating him, I had managed to scan each bit of information into a file separate from everything else – one that I would delete after sending it to Emmett – and was now attaching it in a link that I would send to Emmett's email. "And. Sent." I said, pressing the little 'Send' button and receiving the little message telling me it had sent.

"Gimme a second." He mumbled into the phone and I could hear the faint sound of a laptop firing up. "Gimme a sec to get logged on and I'll be able to tell you what I should be able to do."

"Okie-dokey." I clicked on the file and deleted it, then clicking into the wastebin icon and deleting it from in there as well. I hoped that that would do until I could get Emmett over here to wipe it from my computer completely.

"Here we go." He murmured into the phone. "Got it." I could hear the faint clicking of a mouse. "Edward Cullen?" He murmured. "Convicted con? Are you sure about this Bells?" He asked, his tone slightly worried.

"Absolutely." I told him, my tone firm. "You remember Alice, don't you?"

"Lil' Ali!" I could hear him grinning. "Of course I do! What about her?"

"The guy I've just sent the file on, is her brother." I sighed gently. "I know that it says he's a murderer on there, but the thing is Alice was with him at the time of the murder. They were getting coffee after he'd come out of a late class. Witnesses there and everything. But something in that file, in that case was screwed up and something tells me that I have to find out what."

"Okay Bells." He breathed gently. "Okay."

"Will you be able to find anything out about him, or not?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.

"Come on, Bells." He gasped, feiging hurt down the phone. "Do you know me at all?! Of course I can. I'll get the info to you as soon as possible." Knowing Emmett there was a good chance that could be tomorrow, he was that fast.

"Alright." I sighed, smiling slightly. "Thank you Emmett."

"No problem, Bellie." I could hear him grinning on the other end of the phone, because he knew that I hated that name.

"I'll get you for that you know." I told him and he chuckled down the phone.

"I know you will. Goodnight, Bells."

"Goodnight, Em."

I hung up the phone and went through my nightly routine before I settled into bed. I smiled to myself in the darkness, hoping that I would be able to help Edward in some way. With that thought playing on my mind, I drifted off, a pair of brilliant green eyes following me into my subconscious.

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I awoke the next morning with a huge smile on my face. I was, hopefully, going to be able to help Edward.

Maybe there was something that I could do.

I rolled out of bed and jumped in the shower, going through my morning routine. I was surprised that Alice hadn't woken me up in her usual fashion, but then again, I guess that I really shouldn't be complaining.

After half an hour or so, I was washed, dried, dressed, fed and caffiened up enough to be on the way to work, looking forward to getting there. I glanced over at the file that was sat on my front seat, smirking to myself. Emmett had told me he would text me, when he had sent through the information he had acquired about Edward. I knew that I would be anticipating that text until it came.

Unfortunately, we weren't allowed to take our mobiles onto the wing, so I would have to check it on my lunch break.

I pulled up to the prison, checking in my car and going through the various checks that I needed to, handing in my keys and whatnot before walking onto the wing, file in hand and placing it back into the cabinet as Sam Uley walked into the officers office that was attached to the main area of the wing.

"Right." He looked down at the clipboard he had in his hand. "After the situation last night, we've had Daniels put on seg and-"

"What about Cullen?" Mark protested. Had I missed something after I'd left?

"Surprisingly enough, in this situation, Cullen is completely devoid of any blame." Sam said checking his clipboard again.

"Did I miss something?" I whispered to Angela who smirked at me.

"After we let them out for association last night, Daniels tried to start something with Cullen." She shook her head, looking confused. "It was strange. Cullen didn't react at all. Daniels tried to hit him, but he just pushed him away." She turned to look at me, perplexed. "What did you say to him yesterday?"

I blushed slightly and shrugged. Which time? I asked in my mind. I wasn't sure if Angela was aware of the fact that I had seen Edward three times yesterday.

"Right. Unlock." I turned my attention back to Sam and realised I had missed the rest of what he had said.

"Sam!" I called, walking to him quickly as he turned around to face me.

"Morning, Bella." He grinned and I couldn't help but smile at him. He was a genuinely likeable guy. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering, if I would be able to talk to Cullen before he was let out this morning." I asked, slightly tentatively.

"You know how he gets when he's hungry." He reminded me carefully.

I waved my hand dismissively. "I have a friend who looks like a bear and eats like one too. He'll be no problem." He raised his eyebrows at me. "Okay, I'll take him breakfast. Hows that? There are some things that I need to talk to him about and I feel it would be best to get it out of the way before, you know, the pattern of the day sets in." I asked and he thought about it before turning to the others who had just started to leave the office.

"Hold it!" He called and the others stopped. "Bella is unlocking Cullen this morning."

"Are you insane?" Mark was pissed. "How can you let her unlock him."

"He won't hurt me." I told him, though it didn't seem to placate him.

"You don't know that." He looked between Sam and myself. "You know what he can get like. You can't seriously be letting her do this."

"Mark." I walked up to him slowly. "Calm down. I know he won't hurt me. Besides, I'm taking him food. That'll keep him busy for a while." I half-joked. "Look, I can see why you're worried, but I'll be fine."

"Well, I'm doing the rest of the lifer's so if I feel that there's anything out of place at all, I'm getting you out of there as soon as possible."

"Alright." I nodded, walking out of the office and across to the servery picking up a tray and a plate of food that shouldn't necessarily be called food. I looked up at the inmate serving, who was looking extremely confused. I was glad that they had the inmates involved in something like this. It must have given them some sort of feeling of well-being. "Does Edward have tea or coffee in the morning?"

"Huh?" He blinked a couple of times and shook his head as though to clear it. "Um, coffee. Just black. No sugar." He poured me a cup of coffee and I smiled at him, placing it on the tray I had in my hand. Hm, he takes his coffee the same way I do.

I made my way up the horribly noisy metal staircase, extremely glad that I hadn't worn a skirt today, hoping that the killer – or as Alice called them 'fuck me' – heels that Alice had laid out for me this morning didn't slip through the grating that acted as a landing on the upper levels and stopped in front of Edward's cell door.

I balanced the tray on one hand and slid the key into the lock with the other, twisting it slowly, before taking a deep breath and walking into the cell.

I walked through the door to see him standing there, his back facing me, with no shirt on. I let my jaw drop slightly as I saw the exquisite muscles of his back, rippling beneath his perfectly taut skin as he moved.

Decorating his back was an enormous tattoo of a phoenix, spread across his shoulderblades. It spread down his arms and I realised that that must be what I had seen on his arms the previous day. And from the looks of it, the one that wrapped around his hip as well.

Bright red against his alabaster skin, it just oozed sex. It was so beautiful and I could stand there all day staring at it.

And apparently, staring is what I had been doing.

"See something you like?" I broke out of my reverie to see Edward standing there grinning at me. He had turned slightly and I could make out that there was another tattoo on his chest, but I couldn't see what it was. I was going to see it someday soon though.

"I was just admiring your tattoo." I told him, honestly, stepping inside the door, removing my keys and closing it, securely, slipping the key back into the lock and twisting it so I knew that we weren't going to be disturbed. I saw him raise his eyebrows at me, obviously slightly confused at my behaviour. "I brought you breakfast." I said dumbly, setting it down on his bed, slightly disappointed when he pulled on a plain black tshirt.

"I can see that." I smirked sitting down on the bed and picking up the coffee. "My question is why."

"Well, I had some things I wanted to discuss with you." I told him and noted that that seemed to pique his interest.

"What things?" He asked, picking up and biting into a questionable piece of toast. "I know." He chuckled, obviously reading my expression. "It's a wonder we haven't all got diabetes or had some form of stroke on this diet. Fucking sucks." I couldn't help but smile at his blunt way of speaking.

"I wanted to talk to you about your file." I saw him freeze momentarily before resuming eating his breakfast.

"Go on." Was all he said, and I detected a slight change in his tone.

"I know someone who might be able to figure out what happened with your case from the information in your file. I've sent the information to him via email and he'll be able to send me back everything he can find out." I said this slowly, hoping to gauge his reaction slightly. But he had a perfect poker face. I couldn't detect anything from him.

"What would he be able to find out?" He asked, genuine curiousity in his tone now.

"Anything there is to know about your case and anything relevant to it." And you. I added mentally in my mind.

"So what are you looking for here?" He asked, looking at me curiously taking another mouthful of his coffee.

"Well, I didn't want to read through anything until I got your permission." I told him, testing the waters.

"Consider permission granted." He said, finishing his toast and brushing his hands together, getting rid of the crumbs.

"Really?" I asked him, hearing the disbelief in my own voice.

He shrugged, smirking slightly. "If you think it can help me, then yeah." He looked at me, something shining in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. "Why are you helping me?"

"I don't know." I told him honestly, my voice barely above a whisper. "There's just something about you."

"What?" He asked, his eyes roaming all over my face, lingering on my lips.

"I don't know." I breathed, feeling somewhat intoxicated.

I hadn't noticed that I was leaning towards him as I spoke, and now just realised that he must have been leaning towards me as well, because there was no way that I could have leaned forward so much as to be able to feel his breath on my face. But I could and it was real.

It seemed that the two of us both moved forward at the same time, causing our lips to meet, gently pressing against each other for the briefest of moments. I knew that I had initiated it yesterday, but that was a chaste, spur of the moment thing. This was lingering and deep, and coming from fuck knows where.

His lips started moving gently, and I found mine moving in complete synchronicity. It was as though his lips were made solely for the purpose of kissing mine.

When we pulled back, we were both slightly out of breath.

He rested his forehead on mine gently, his eyes closed.

"I really shouldn't be doing this." I said in a voice that was no more than a whisper.

"I know." He nodded, his forehead still pressed against mine gently.

"But somehow …… I don't give a shit." I pressed my lips to his once again, a little more forecfully than before. I flicked my tongue against his lips and he parted them, allowing me access to his mouth. I swelled inside when I tasted him on my tongue as I slid it against his and he moaned into my mouth gently.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, tongues battling furiously against each other before he pulled away, breathing heavily as I was.

"You should really go." He breathed, looking into my eyes.

"Why?" My brow furrowed in confusion.

"Okay, um, this might be my 'room' as it were." He made quote marks around the word room. "But we're kind of in the middle of a prison wing, here. With officers who are probably watching the door for any signs of your disembowlment."

I couldn't help but giggle at that, pressing my lips to his once again. "Alight. You win." I stood up, picking up his tray and walking towards the door, placing the key in the lock. "You're sure its okay for me to read the files?" He nodded, smiling at me as I opened the door and walked out, leaving it open for him to head out.

I headed back down to the main area of the wing where the inmates were now helping themselves to their breakfasts and I set the cutlery and crockery – albeit, they were plastic, they were still classed as such – that I had taken up to Edward down before heading off to the small interview room I used.

"Everything okay?" Angela asked me, shooting me a worried glance and then looking up across the wing. I turned to look and saw Edward walking down the stairs and making his way to Jasper and Jacob, a smug smile on his face. Hell, if everyone could kiss like he could, then everyone would be wandering around with that kind of smile on their face.

"Everything's fine." I told her, smiling before heading out to the small room I had overtaken as my own.

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If you asked me what had happened that day I wouldn't have been able to tell you.

Not a clue.

Nada.

Zip.

All I could focus on was the feel of Edward's lips against mine. How soft they were. How amazing his tongue felt and tasted against mine. One word:

Heaven.

"Bella?" I heard Angela call and I turned around to see her sticking her head around the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." I waved my hand, smiling sheepishly. "Bella's world calls again."

"I know what you mean." She grinned. "I just wanted to tell you that Sam says you can take your lunch now."

"Thanks." I smiled at her genuinely, gathering up my things, that I hadn't even used today and made my way quickly to the locker room.

I shoved the utensils and equipment I used back into my locker and grabbed my bag, taking out my keys as I walked out towards the main entrance of the prison.

After handing in my keys and getting my car keys back I decided to take the short walk to a small café that was just down the road.

I dug my blackberry out of the depths of my bag and turned it on, seeing that I had about a dozen missed calls from Emmett. He must have found something really good if he called me instead of texted me.

I quickly called him back, hoping that he would answer. He had been extremely quick in getting the info, but there must be something really important if he wanted to tell me himself rather than have me read it.

"Bella?" He answered and I rolled my eyes. He obviously doesn't check his caller ID.

"Yeah, Em." I said, checking to make sure I hadn't missed the café I was headed to. "You called."

"I found something. Something big." He sounded impressed and I knew that meant it was huge.

"Well, what is it?" I asked. I couldn't help my jaw dropping and stopping in the middle of the street when he told me what he had discovered. "Are you sure?" I asked, hearing the shock and tears in my own voice. This was huge and I knew that I would have to tell Edward. It was going to be hard to do this. Harder than I thought it would be.

"One hundred per cent." He confirmed.

"Um, thanks, Em." I said quietly. "I really appreciate this."

"I know, Bells." He sighed into the phone. "I've sent the whole thing to your email, but I thought you needed to hear this firsthand."

"I did." I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "Thank you."

"Anytime."

We said our goodbyes and hung up as I reached the café.

How the fuck was I going to tell Edward?

What is it that Emmett's found out?

Hmmmm?

Hazard a guess? I know what you're all probably thinking and I can tell you, I bet you're wrong. Oh, well, we'll just have to wait and see won't we.

Push the green button.

You know you want to.