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Anyway, next chapter, the big meeting. What will happen? Well…I already know and some of you already figured it out. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight's Plot or Twilight's Characters. But really, Stephanie should loan them out for hourly charges, I'd rent 'em.

EPOV

It was odd, I woke up peacefully for once. No explosions, phone calls, or annoyingly high-pitched alarm clocks jolted me out of my sleep. Nothing but sunshine and the clamoring sound of mid-morning traffic. It could only mean one thing…I had a day off.

I took a deep breath in, and slowly exhaled. Coffee? I didn't start any coffee, but I could hear it percolating downstairs. I threw off the bed sheets in a hurry and grabbed the gun off the nightstand. Lightly making my way downstairs I peeked around the corner with my back against the wall. The familiar feeling of adrenaline rush took over and my brain went into business mode. I wasted no more time, I rounded the corner and pointed the gun right at my intruder.

"Freeze! Hands where I can…" I stopped yelling and looked at my intruder.

"Ah!" he yelled, jumping back against the counter.

"Riley?" I asked, deflating completely. My arms sagged down to my sides and I threw the gun on the table. Riley, however, was trembling and heaving like a scared Parakeet.

"Ed-Edward, I was j-just, uh," He looked at me with spoon-sized eyes. I felt a pang of guilt. Riley was my neighbor and I'd given him a key to my apartment when I had to leave on an extended work trip so he could feed the dog and water the plants. But he took advantage of that privilege and popped in for surprise visits whenever he saw my car home at an unusual hour. He of course didn't know that this was only a flop-house to me and I kept all my valuable personal items, weapons, and documents in a more secure location.

"I'm sorry Riley, I didn't know you were coming over," I sighed.

"It's fine, I should have just been normal and knocked first. I just thought you could use some company. And a hand cleaning up," Riley said shyly, gesturing to the state of disorganization my place was in. He was really sweet and considerate and would never hurt a fly, not to mention attractive, and it was no secret that Riley had a huge crush on me. He was too innocent. He was way too trusting and kind, I knew exactly how he thought and operated. It came with the job of being a high-risk profiler, I could tell who just about anyone was just by staring at them for a few hours.

It was the sense of mystery that always got me. Ever since I was young I knew I wanted to be a spy. The smooth, intelligent, and shadow-like men on the TV with their gadgets and fancy cars fascinated me. I learned early on that everyone can't know everything there was to know, but being one of the few who did know was a rush beyond any other. If I knew a person's life story by listening to small talk, they left nothing to be desired. Which was why Riley hadn't gotten me in bed yet, despite his numerous attempts.

"Thank you Riley, really, and I'm sorry I freaked out earlier," I said, placing my head in my hands at the table.

"I understand Edward. I actually came to ask if you wanted to go out with the boys and I, or just you and I, if you…wanted to," his voice got more and more small and quiet as he asked.

"Well, I really don't get a day off very often and I was planning on just relaxing today. But hit me up again some other time, okay?" I was trying to spare his feelings, but I'd already had enough stress for the day.

"Oh, alright. I'll see you around Edward," Riley said awkwardly. I watched him walk out, looking sad and a little angry with himself. I shook my head as the door closed and poured myself a cup of coffee. I sat down on the sofa, hoping that I would be able to just sit there and not be interrupted again.

Later that afternoon, I decided to go to the café for a while and visit my piano. My sister had and in with the owner of the café and convinced him to let me store our late mothers, now my, piano there. Some of the fondest memories of my childhood were of my mother teaching me to play. So it was with that in mind that I took the long walk to the café.

The population was scarce inside at this time of day, and I was glad to see only a few people sipping coffee and attending to their own business. I scanned the room for exits and possible threats as brainless and automatically as usual, finding my footing on the tile, and listening for details in the background noise. I decided that I could let my guard down after a minute, and went to the back of the dimly-lit café to play.

My mind was set free as soon as I got myself in front of the ivory keys. A month's worth of pent-up frustration, stress, pain, and melodies stuck in my head poured out in a web of continuously changing harmony. My emotional side was usually tucked far behind my rational side, the logical side of me always dominated the sentimental, but for a while, I forgot about Agent Cullen and his guns, and became Edward again.

"You play very well," Came a voice from behind me. My back stiffened and my ears pricked. That was unmistakably the voice of Agent Tantalizer from the hotel, I would know that smooth, sultry, honeysuckle voice in a crowd of ten thousand. The one whose head I'd nearly bashed in. I turned around slowly, figuring he already had a gun at my head, but was surprised to see that he didn't. I was also very shocked to see the person this voice belonged to wasn't what I was expecting.

I couldn't help but stare in confusion for a moment because I could tell immediately that this was the same person from before. The tall, lanky frame and the perfectly plump, cupids-bow lips were a sure giveaway. But he'd dyed his hair, and his eyes were brown now. The sheen on them though, suggested that they were contact lenses. A brief flicker of nervousness came over him and I all at once realized what was going on.

Agent Angel-face was wearing a disguise, and he was trying to get information about me. Admittedly it was a fairly good disguise, even his posture was off, to anyone else he would seem a different person. It was the intense observational training that I'd gone through that foiled him. Not to mention in the many times we'd faced off, I'd memorized certain lines and curves that were now branded into my memory.

I almost reached down to pull my gun and arrest him on the spot, but then the idea struck me; What if I used his plan against him? If I pretended to fall for his scheme, I could get him to reveal some information about his organization, or even follow him while his guard is down. I choked down a smile of triumph and cunning and decided to act natural.

"Thank you," I replied, smiling at him confidently. I tried not to seem too cocky or he might suspect something.

He smiled back at me, visibly relieved that I hadn't caught him, took on a new air of confidence. "Yeah, Mozart is one of my favorite composers," He said. I couldn't resist,

"Actually, that was Chopin's Nocturne in C Sharp Minor," I commented. "But nice try," I said lightly. I didn't want to offend him, strangely. But his failure fazed him.

"You caught me, I'm not much of a classical person. But I know you have talent," He said. "and a remarkably pretty face," Admirable recovery.

"Hm, I don't think I've seen you here before. What's your name?" I asked, playing into his flirting. I got up from the piano bench.

"Gabriel," he said looking at me in the eyes. The slightest twitch in his left eye, barely perceptible, and his fingers moved. He was a good liar, but still lying. "Gabriel Hawthorne,"

"Fitting," I said, commenting on his name.

"Why's that?" He asked, genuinely confused.

I paused for a moment, debating weather or not to be too ostentatious. "Insert cheesy pickup line here," I said, raising my eyebrows. He laughed and it was hearty and light. A delightful noise.

"How about you? What's your name?" He asked after calming down. His eyes looked real now, he was losing his grip on the façade. This may prove easier than I thought.

"Edward Cullen. Pleased to meet you," I said, and held out my hand. He took it and we shook hands rather firmly.

I won't say, as most clichés will, that there was a connection of electricity when our skin touched, but there was something. With 'Gabriel' there was something, some feeling, sensation, that was different and a left me with a peculiar tingling in my arm and visions of him and his flushed pink cheeks.

"So, Edward, can I get you a cup of coffee?" Gabriel asked me. I smirked and let my hand fall.

"It would be my pleasure," I said. I walked with him out into the belly of the café, thinking one simple thing to myself. Because of this hairbrained scheme of Gabriel's, I was now going to be the hero of the CIA. Yes, I thought, I am officially in.

Okay, short, I know. But was it any good? And should I do Jasper's POV next chapter?

Thanks you guys for being so great and for reading. Lemme know what you think and I'll update soon.

~(3)~ Clarity