A/N: Okay, so I was stuck on this chapter for a while. . .I'm kinda bummed about what's going on with all the stories being pulled for violating the Terms of Service. I thought the "M" ratings were sufficient if you were including profanity or sexual situations in your fic but apparently not. . .

I can understand trying to avoid any legal problems but the fact remains that if someone is under 18 years of age and they really want to read, watch or listen to porn they will be able to get access to it, if not here elsewhere. . .I DO NOT advocate minors reading or engaging in anything illicit but I don't understand why the ratings are in place if they don't mean anything.

Off the soapbox I go. . .I'm getting some decent hits not many reviews but in the event someone does see fit to report my story, I have started a blog but I can't promise that I'll update it as frequently but I figured it was best to be prepared. . .see my profile.

This chapter probably isn't what you (or Bella) were expecting ;-)

Song for this chapter- You've Got A Way- Shania Twain

Bella

I lay flat on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I'd been here for almost fifteen minutes after our hand-to-hand defense class ended. I was exhausted, so I decided to stretch out on the mats and take a break. My mind wandered as I thought about Rosalie and Emmett. I'd known Rose a long time and I'd never seen her the way she was now. She had always been so angry, guarded and full of rage. Even with Alice and me, she would open up but then shut down for days at a time. We learned to give her space when she needed it or we'd provide a shoulder to cry on when she needed that. But lately all she seemed to need was Emmett.

I'd never seen her so relaxed and happy. It's not like she walked around with a huge smile plastered on her face but it was obvious to everyone that there was a considerable change in her attitude. She didn't even shoot as many death glares at Edward. I guess having-and I quote- the most amazing, most incredible sex ever does that to a girl. I wouldn't know. I had recently entered year two of an unwelcomed life of celibacy.

It was really beyond ridiculous. I'd be lying to myself and everyone involved if I said I didn't want Edward to help me with my problem but he still maintained a safe distance. Maybe the next time we had PDT, I could find someone to hook up with, no strings attached. I wondered what Edward would say if he found out. He'd probably be too busy with little Miss Skankalicious to know or even care.

"Bella!"

I jumped up and stared in the direction of my voice being screamed across the room. It was one of the trainers, Mike. He grinned at me.

"What are you doing in here?" he laughed.

"Jesus, you scared me!" I stood and walked towards him.

"Were you taking a nap?" he raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.

He was cute. Beautiful deep blue eyes, blonde hair, decent build. . .a little shorter than I preferred but definitely doable. I bit my lip and stared at him.

"As a matter of fact, I was. You know you've to get it whenever you can," I used my sexiest voice.

I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he stared openly at my mouth.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Rest. A girl needs her beauty rest," I walked closer to him.

"Huh, oh, yeah, no- I mean you- you don't need much of that at all," he stuttered.

"Why is that?" I smiled. I bit the tip of my finger and stared expectantly.

He shifted in place. "Um, because you're- you know- gorgeous," he choked out.

Ladies and Gentlemen we have a winner! Maybe Mike could be my new boy toy.

"What the fuck?" I heard Edward growl.

Mr. Cockblocker Extraordinaire.

"Hey, Masen- I –um – I found Bella," Mike stuttered again and his face turned red.

"I can see that. Did you tell her Carlisle wanted to see us in his office or were you too busy trying to get in her pants?" Edward seethed.

My eyes widened. Perceptive fucker.

"Dude, I don't know what-," Mike started.

"Save it. Bella we need to meet with Carlisle. Now," he frowned at me.

I glared at him and pushed my way past him into the hallway. I stomped down the hall towards the elevator and looked over my shoulder but Edward wasn't behind me. I wondered briefly if the no "fraternizing" rule meant you couldn't "fraternize" with anyone else in The Organization. . .surely not. That would be cruel and unusual punishment.

Once the elevator opened, I quickly stepped inside and pushed the 'door close' button to avoid being trapped with Dr. Jekyll. I didn't understand why he was being so harsh. Just as the doors started to close, his hand appeared in between them and forced them back open. I sighed loudly and stared at him. His frown was still in place.

He stepped in and pressed the number six so hard I thought the button would crack under his touch. He glowered at me again and I lost it.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I yelled.

"Me? Oh, that's fucking priceless. I wasn't the one practically throwing myself at Mike Newton," he roared.

Oh me, oh my, Edward Masen was a jealous guy. I tried to stifle the giggle in my throat but it was bigger than I was at the moment.

His eyes widened. "You think that shit was funny?"

"No, what I think is funny is the way you're overreacting. So, what if I was flirting with Mike? So fucking what? He's not on in our unit," I said as the doors opened.

His face fell. I shook my head and walked off the elevator. He appeared at my side so quickly, it startled me. He grabbed my arm roughly and brought his face within inches of mine. His breathing was uneven and I could smell a hint of cinnamon on his breath as it washed over my face.

"You're not sleeping with Newton," he growled under his breath before letting go of my arm and walking ahead of me into Carlisle's office.

I stood in the hallway with my mouth open as I tried to figure out what the hell just happened. I cleared my throat and entered Carlisle's office.

Edward was already seated. He stared straight ahead and didn't acknowledge me. Carlisle smiled brightly and motioned to the chair next to Edward.

"Hello Bella, how are you?" he asked.

"Um, fine," My voice betrayed me as it shook a little. I could feel the tension rolling off Edward.

"Great. Well, let's cut to the chase shall we. I normally just meet with Edward when it's time to start a new assignment but I wanted you here because this assignment will involve just the two of you," he opened a folder on his desk.

Edward's head whipped around and he stared at Carlisle with a frown.

He cleared his throat. "Is this a termination?" That was Organization speak for assassination.

"No. The assignment is in Paris. You will meet a contact at a society party and exchange packages. The information contained in both packages is extremely sensitive so, once you have it in your hands you will leave the party at once. A car will be waiting to take you to the airport and bring you back to the States," Carlisle informed him.

"So, why do we need two people?" Edward hedged.

"Not just two people. A man and a woman. You were selected because if things get hairy, you're the strongest with weapons,"

"Why a man and a woman?" Edward continued as if he already knew the answer.

Carlisle sighed. "The party is being hosted by a well-known socialite in Paris for a children's charity. The theme of the ball is Amour and it's for couples only. You will be portraying a young American couple. The details are in the dossier," he slid the folder to the edge of the desk and noticed Edward was frozen as he stared at the folder.

I met Carlisle's eyes and he gave me a small smile.

"What?" I asked. I could tell there would be more to this.

"Well, as you are probably aware the French have a reputation for being very affectionate- so to portray a young couple in love you may have to occasionally hold hands or hug or display some outward showing of affection. This mission is critical and I just need to make sure both of you are up to it and can remain professional,"

I swallowed hard. Edward holding my hand and hugging me? I so did not have a problem with that. I mean, I'm a team player, whatever it's going to take to get the job done. I think kissing and fornicating would really go a long way in convincing the French.

"Um, yeah. Professional. I can manage," I responded like an idiot. Edward turned and glared at me.

"Well, I suppose I can manage also," he said.

So, moody, irritable Edward was still on the rag. Gah! I wanted to punch him in his fucking face. . .and then kiss it all better.

"Good. The rules are still in effect, so there is no need to get carried away if it isn't necessary," he raised an eyebrow.

"How do we determine what is necessary?" I asked.

"Trust me you'll know if and when it happens. Any other questions?"

"When do we leave?" I asked as Edward picked up the folder and looked through it.

"Two days. Edward will share the details with you. Good luck,"

Edward rolled his eyes at him and sulked out of the room.

"Bella?" Carlisle called after me as I made my way to his door.

I turned and was met with a look I couldn't quite understand.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Fabulous. I've always wanted to go to Paris," I smiled.

"I meant between you and Edward. Things seemed a little tense,"

"Oh. No, we're great- I mean things are great. Edward's just tense and moody and anal but you know this already. So, is there something else you wanted to ask me?"

Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

He smiled. "Nope. We're done,"

When I arrived back "home" Edward had gathered everyone for a meeting.

"Glad you could join us," Edward sneered.

"What? I wasn't even aware we were meeting!" I yelled.

He narrowed his eyes at me. I narrowed mine back.

"Sit down," he ordered.

"Fuck you very much but I think I'll stand,"

"Whatever,"

Emmett laughed really loud. "What the fuck is going on with you two?" he asked.

"Nothing. Look I just wanted to give everyone a heads up that Bella and I will be leaving on an assignment in two days. There are some instructions for each of you on your activities in our absence," Edward gave each of them a sheet of paper.

"Where are you going?" Alice wanted to know.

"Um, Paris?" I phrased it like a question because I knew that was somewhere Alice dreamed of going someday.

"Oh, my God! Are you kidding me! You're going to Paris?! Alone? Just the two of you?" she screeched.

Emmett let out a low whistle. I tried to act unaffected but when I saw the way Rose was looking at me I knew I was blushing like a fool. I'm sure she was doing internal cartwheels for me as she made a mental note to give me some advice on the perfect seduction techniques.

"Alice can you bring it down a few thousand decibels," I frowned.

"I swear I must have done something wrong in another life," she pouted. I knew what was onn her mind- first, Rose and Emmett hook up and now Edward and me. Damn, I hoped she was right about Edward and me although I didn't like her feeling left out or like something was wrong with her. I knew Jasper wanted her but something other than the rules held him back.

"We'll be back on Monday. Now, I'm not going to try and tell any of you what to do-,"

I snorted. Mr. Bossy shot me a death glare and I decided to take a seat.

"Anyway- I know there are probably some rules being broken and you're probably looking at this as the perfect opportunity to continue breaking those rules in my absence but all I have to say is- watch your asses. I don't want to come back and find out you deviants were caught and punished," he smirked a little at Emmett, who nodded his head in understanding.

Alice's face lit up and I could see the plan being hatched in her head to somehow get in Jasper's bed. I really hoped she got lucky. Hell, I hoped all three of us got lucky.

Edward

I loved Carlisle like a father, an older brother and a mentor. But right now I wanted him dead. I had no doubt he knew how I felt about Bella. Why the fuck would he send me to Paris of all fucking places with her? Then I had to pretend to be her goddamn boyfriend? He wanted me to fail; he wanted to see me strung up by balls in front of Aro and his cronies. There was no other logical explanation.

Two days later, Bella and I sat side by side in silence on the plane. I'd been pissed at her for the past day and half for flirting with that douchebag, Mike Newton. Seriously, Newton? There was no way in hell I would allow that hook up to happen. I knew it was really shitty of me to cockblock her like that but if I couldn't have her, I'd be damned if I was going to let Newton get his grimy, gay ass hands on her. After Bella left the two of us alone the other day, I told him to stay away from her. Well, what I actually said was that I would rip his balls off with my bare hands if he so much as looked at her. I hoped he got the point.

We would be landing soon and had to get into character. Not that it would be much of a stretch for me. I thought back to my conversation with Emmett when he admitted he and Rose had hooked up. He told me after almost being killed he just didn't want to waste time with games anymore. He confessed that he was in love with Rose and he promised they would remain professional but he wasn't going to stay away from her. He also told me that he understood if I needed to report them.

I almost did it too. But not because they had broken that stupid ass rule but because I was so fucking jealous that they had not only admitted their feelings for each other but they had acted on those feelings regardless to the consequences. I gave him my word I wouldn't say anything and told him it would be best to pretend we never had the conversation. I looked over at Bella as she flipped through a magazine much too quickly to be actually reading it. I needed to put an end to this bullshit between us.

"Are you sure you're okay with everything, you know for the assignment?" I asked her.

She turned and looked at me. "You're speaking to me?" she asked incredulously.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's a bit late to ask if I'm okay with it. Are you? I mean I know you hate me or whatever so-,"

"Don't be ridiculous. You know I don't hate you," I whispered. It hurt me that she would think something like that although my attitude towards her was pretty fucked up the past couple of days.

She raised an eyebrow.

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I was an ass,"

"Yes. Yes, you were. Why?" she asked quietly.

Because if anyone is going to take you somewhere and fuck you senseless it will be me NOT Mike Newton.

I shrugged. "Mike is- he's a reliable guy when it comes to taking care of things for The Organization but he's not someone you want to get involved with personally. Trust me," I frowned.

"Why do you care so much?" she ran her fingernail along a gash in the arm rest and avoided my eyes.

"Are you seriously asking me that question?"

She shrugged.

I lifted her chin until she looked me in the eyes. Her eyes were wide and filled with insecurity.

"Because I care about you. A lot. More than I should," I said sadly.

"I care about you too. Why can't- I mean Rose and Emmett- you know-," she rambled on.

I laced my fingers through hers and stared down at our joined hands.

"Aro Volturi issued an order for me to be killed. Carlisle convinced him to give me another chance. Aro is waiting for me to fail. I won't get another chance," I said softly.

She squeezed her fingers around mine and I looked up at her face.

"I wouldn't tell anyone," she whispered.

Her face was so close to mine, she was so beautiful and she smelled so fucking good. I stared at her mouth and I just wanted to lean in and fucking kiss her hard and long. But I didn't. Instead I stared nervously around the plane to see if anyone saw us. I'd gotten the strangest feeling since the Vegas job that there was someone watching me. Aro probably had Felix or Demetri trailing me waiting for the precise moment of my fuck up, so that they could put a bullet in my head.

I slowly pulled away from her but left our hands joined on the armrest as I stared out the window.

When we arrived at Charles De Gaulle we quickly grabbed our bags from the baggage claim area and headed out to an awaiting car. It was well past 9:00 at night. We would be attending the gala tomorrow evening and leaving on the red eye back to D.C.

When we checked into the hotel the desk clerk, a cheeky blonde with green eyes who wore entirely too much make-up, flirted openly with me even though Bella stood right next to me. That shit pissed me off. I threw an arm around Bella and pulled her close to me. Her eyes widened as she stared at the clerk who glared at her. Bella cocked her head to the side and smiled once she realized what was going on.

She placed a hand on my chest and practically wrapped her self around me.

"I hope we get a room with a view of the Eiffel Tower," she purred. "Making love to you with the Eiffel Tower in the background has been a fantasy of mine for so long," she continued.

My dick was having some kind of seizure in my pants. The clerk busied herself by completing our check in. I stared down wide eyed at Bella. She bit her lip and shrugged. I grinned at her and kissed the top of her head.

"Elle n'est pas jolie," she clerk muttered to herself.

I felt Bella tense next to me.

"Mais je serai dans son lit pas vous," Bella spat.

The clerk's head shot up and her face flushed. What the fuck? I only knew about ten words in French and they were all dirty. I squeezed Bella's waist but she refused to look at me. She tried to pull away from me but I held on. The clerk held her head down and slid the card key at me and muttered something about the 7th floor but I was too busy looking at Bella who still avoided eye contact.

"What was that all about? What did she say?" I asked as we entered the elevator.

She pulled away from me and stood on the opposite side.

"Nothing," she lied.

"What you say to her?" I tried a different approach.

"I called her a jealous bitch," she shrugged.

I could tell she was lying but I didn't push her.

"Where did you learn to speak French?"

"High school. Three years. I was supposed to take a trip to France during my senior year but my dad died. . ," her voice trailed off and we were silent until we got to the room.

The view from our room was absolutely amazing. We could see actually see the Eiffel Tower.

"Alice would love this," Bella smiled.

"What about you?"

"It's beautiful," she smiled.

I stared down at her and moved a wayward strand of hair from her face. "It sure is," I stared directly at her. She blushed a little and then frowned.

"So, are you hungry? Maybe we should go downstairs and grab a bite to eat," she suggested.

"Sure," I said confused by the change in her mood.

We ate most of our meal in a comfortable silence before she started to tell me stories about the fishing trips she used to take with her dad. I could tell she missed him very much. After we ate we headed upstairs to shower and go to bed. Unfortunately we didn't shower together but I was excited that we would at least get to share the bed until Bella burst my bubble and decided to sleep on the chaise instead.

"Bella, are you serious?" I glared at her.

"Are we doing anything other than sleeping?" she asked.

I ran a hand through my head. "No," I said frustrated. This was the perfect time and opportunity to just take things to the next level. But it wouldn't be enough for me. I knew once I had her, I'd never get enough. I'd want to claim and possess her in every way. And I wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. I wouldn't want to.

"Good night, Edward," she smiled sadly as she covered her t-shirt and pajama short clad body with the extra blanket from the closet.

I threw myself back on the bed and sighed harshly. I had been sleep for a couple of hours when I heard noises. At first I thought someone had broken into our room. I grabbed my glock from the side of the mattress and turned on the bedside lamp.

"No, no. Please no," someone whimpered. I looked over at the chaise and realized it was Bella. She was having some type of nightmare. I put the gun down and walked over to her sleeping form.

"Please! Don't leave me! Mom!" she screamed and bolted up right. She looked around the room totally disoriented until her eyes found me. She stared at me for a minute before she buried her face in her hands and started to sob.

My mouth fell open. I had never seen Bella cry and I sure as hell had never seen her so vulnerable. I had no idea what to do. After a minute passed, I walked over and kneeled next to her. I gently rubbed her hair and placed a hand on her thigh. She threw herself at me and the force knocked me back on my ass. She wrapped herself around me and I sat on the floor rocking her and whispering softly in her ear.

"My mom. She's still alive but she hates me or something. She didn't even come to my dad's funeral," she said after awhile. "I always have this fucking dream that I'm all alone and my mom just walks away and leaves me in this dark, scary place and I beg her not to leave and as soon as she does this big, alien looking thing jumps out and attacks me and then I wake up. Stupid, huh?" she wiped at her eyes.

"No. It's not stupid. What's stupid is that your mother would walk away from you. I'm sorry that happened to you. I had no idea," I rubbed my hand up and down her cool arms.

She smiled sadly and played with the collar of my t-shirt. Her body shivered.

"You're freezing. Come get in the bed with me, please," I begged.

She agreed and I held her pressed close to me until she finally fell into a deep peaceful sleep. The next day we got up early and did some touristy shit and took one of those double-decker buses to some of the hot spots like the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame. Paris was a really beautiful city but it paled in comparison to Bella. She was so happy and funny and carefree. I absolutely loved being with her and seeing her this way. I wished we could stay here forever. I wished our lives were different and that we were free to be together however we wanted.

After the tour, we went back to our room and had room service delivered while we discussed the assignment for the evening. After we ate, Bella went to the bathroom to get ready and when she emerged I literally staggered backwards. She was breathtaking. She stared down self-consciously. She wore a slinky red dress that hugged her delicate curves; her hair was pinned up and provided a full view of her graceful neck and shoulders. She wore just a touch of make up on her lips and eyes making both of them sparkle. I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my tuxedo pants to ground myself, so I wouldn't lunge at her.

"At least my boobs look good," she joked.

"You look incredible from head to toe," I complimented.

Her skin flushed to match her dress. "Thanks," she muttered.

When we made it down to the lobby she looked over at the check in desk and saw the girl from the day before. She grabbed my hand tightly and jutted out her chin. The girl hadn't noticed us yet.

"Are you going to tell me what she said yesterday?" I motioned towards the desk.

She sighed. "She said I wasn't pretty enough for you,"

"And what did you say?" I asked irritated that she had upset Bella.

"I told her I would still be in your bed," she laughed. I smirked at her.

I noticed several people had congregated in the lobby and gave us appreciative glances. I also noticed little miss desk clerk was staring at us. I placed an arm around Bella's waist and pulled her close to me. She gasped and her eyes were wild with desire as she realized what I was about to do.

"Anyone who can't see how beautiful you are is a fucking idiot," I whispered against her lips and then I did something incredibly stupid but I could no longer deny myself or Bella. I kissed her. I mean I really fucking kissed her. Our mouths melded together in a fusion of lips, teeth and tongues. My entire body was ablaze as I pulled her closer to me and titled her back slightly to allow myself better access. She met each of my tongue thrusts and whimpered as she clung to me.

We broke away and gasped for air like we'd been submerged under water. I noticed we now had an audience as people gathered around and applauded our performance. However the desk clerk was no where to be found.

Bella laughed and pinched my side. "Ow," I laughed as I grabbed her tighter around the waist and pulled her outside to our awaiting car.

The party at Tiara Chateau and was full of pretentious, wealthy Parisians. Bella and I tuned out our surroundings and really got into our roles probably a little too much. We held hands, gave each other subtle caresses and gentle kisses. I had no doubt neither one of us were acting and I know I shouldn't have initiated or encouraged it but it just felt so good to feel like a normal guy being with a girl he liked. We got so lost in the moment while we were dancing I almost missed my signal from our Parisian contact.

We made eye contact and he slowly walked towards the terrace. I reluctantly let go of Bella's hands and she positioned herself where she had a good view of the room in case anyone tried to follow us. No one knew the beautiful girl in the red dress had a .22 in her purse and could hit a target with a 98.9% rate of accuracy. So, hopefully there would be no stupid moves made tonight.

Outside I stood about a foot away from my counterpart on the terrace and breathed in the Paris air. I reached in my pocket and grasped the flat package, which probably contained a microchip of some kind. I noticed he also reached in his pocket. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a drag and reached to put the lighter back in his pocket but he missed his pocket and dropped it on the ground. That was the signal. We both bent to retrieve the lighter and made the exchange. He took another drag from his cigarette and turned away from me.

I hesitated but headed back inside to find Bella. And just like that our fairytale was over.

End Notes: I'm evil. . . .I know.

If you're interested, I'm going to do a couple of outtakes on my blog to give you the details of Emmett and Edward's conversation as well as what happened while Bella and Edward were away. Very brief, fluffy stuff. To post sometime this week. Got a killer exam this week so might be closer to the weekend.

One more "couple" POV with Alice and Jasper and then I think Edward might take over for a few chapters as the action starts to go into overdrive!

BTW- Sorry if my French is off, I used an online translator. . .

Hang on and let me know what you think!