A/N: You guys rock my socks off, even though I've been MIA because my damn life got way too real for a minute, you still stick around. Here's the update though! I did notice that Fanfic sucks and ruins the format of everything, including moving my bank statement around on the last chapter and removing my italicized words! If things seem weird, it's just FF ruining my life.

"Jacob, what do you know about an investigation by IA?" The door to his office bounced off the glass wall behind Bella as she stopped in front of his desk. Jacob's head jerked up, surveying the woman in front of him.

"Excuse me?" As Captain of the 57th precinct, he was all too aware that there were too many people under his command that loved to eavesdrop; so he stood, walking around to close the door that still vibrated against the doorstop after her angry, unannounced arrival.

"You heard me; I was told there was an investigation about my abduction."

"Of course there was an investigation Bella, you killed a man."

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" She yelled throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"You needed to be resting Swan, not worried about something I handled." Bella stopped, glancing up at her captain.

"What do you mean that you handled?"

"I had my father shut the investigation down on Monday. No one is looking into you any longer; you'll return to duty when the doctor clears you."

Bella felt the air leave her lungs as she walked back toward the door. God damn that Edward fucking Masen and his lying ass. He had done this to keep her from reporting what she had seen, and now it was too late, they'd want to know why she waited twenty four hours to report a murder. She raked a hand through her hair, gripping it tightly before turning and walking from his office.

O…O

A heavy knock was heard on her door a second before she yanked it open. Edward stood agitated on the other side, his gray suit without a single wrinkle.

"Detective, you do realize I have places to be, correct?" Bella didn't respond; instead, she just stared at him, her jaw clenching in time with her fists. "You called me here for what exactly?"

"Come in."

"Your hospitality is supreme as always, I see." Edward muttered as he stepped inside, unbuttoning his jacket. He draped it across the back of her couch, the matching vest pulling across his green shirt. Bella locked her front door before turning to face him, fisting her hands to keep from hitting him.

"You lied to me."

"Which time?" He smirked, and she wanted nothing more than to smack the grin right off his face.

"Since the very first moment I met you I imagine. You've done nothing to help me and everything to hinder my investigation."

"Now that's not entirely true, Detective, I helped you a little. I gave you the information for the last victim, but you were too late." Edward shrugged. Bella walked towards him, her bare feet moving silently across the floor.

"No, you gave me false information. All of these files have been doctored, the investigation was already shut down, and the phone numbers you gave me don't even work." She ground her teeth.

"I'm surprised Detective, not that you discovered the numbers were false, it's not hard to find that out."

"So what are you so shocked about?"

"That you were smart enough to figure out the papers were doctored." He chuckled. Bella picked up a stack of files and threw them, hitting Edward in the chest.

"It's not that fucking hard since they all had the same information repeated in different sequences." The papers fluttered to the ground around him.

"Great police work, Swan."

"Why? Why give me false information?" Bella asked sighing. This was getting extremely convoluted.

"It was easier than telling you no; you're a persistent little thing."

Bella's anger was vibrating throughout her body. She tossed the box at his feet and crossed her arms.

"What about the investigation? Why lie to me when it had already been closed?"

"I didn't completely lie about that."

"What do you mean? The investigation was shut down three days ago, my captain told me." Bella watched as Edward's eyes darkened.

"Do you really think Black's father could close down an Internal Affairs investigation by himself? Even the Chief of Detectives doesn't have enough pull to do that alone."

"Are you saying you know his father?"

"Of course I do, I'm running for Mayor, remember? I do believe that means you're in my debt."

"I don't think so; I didn't report the murder you committed right in front of me."

"That's not nearly enough. I want you to stop this investigation into the murders of the girls on my staff."

"No." Bella replied quickly. Edward reached out and jerked her forward by her neck.

"You will stop this investigation Detective, or did you forget how easy it is for me to kill someone? You're getting very close to a place you don't belong."

Bella had had enough of his threats and lies.

He was holding her by her throat, not squeezing the life out of her like before. She easily evaded his hand, gripping his wrist and twisting it out from his body. Bella punched Edward in the stomach as hard as she could. He doubled over, trying to refill his lungs, but failing as the air left his body.

"Stop fucking threatening me, asshole!" She walked towards her door. "It's time for you to leave Mr. Masen."

Edward straightened; his face was dark as he breathed slowly through his nose. He moved quickly, gripping her hair at the base of her skull and jerking her face to his.

"I don't have morals, Isabella. Not killing or hitting women … I don't abide by that shit. I need you to know that I will kill you without as much as a second thought." He slammed her head against the door; the blood dripping down her forehead and causing extreme pain to blossom through her skull. Edward brought her head back to face him, watching the single stream of blood fall over her left eye. "Do you understand?"

"You better hope you kill me then." Bella grabbed the umbrella that rested by her door and stabbed the metal tip into his side causing him to loosen his grasp on her head. She darted towards her kitchen reaching for the knife block that sat atop her counter. As her hand closed around the steel end of a knife, his hand came over it and his body crushed her against the counter.

"I warned you." He growled twisting her hand behind her back. Edward's large hand gripped her ribcage causing her to scream in pain as he placed pressure on her fractured bones. Bella jerked her head back, slamming it into his nose as she moved from his grasp. She gripped the knife again, pulling it out so quickly the others fell onto the counter and floor.

"And I told you, you had better kill me." Bella gasped, wiping at the blood steadily falling from her head. Edward stared at her, his nose red but not bleeding. "Damn, I was hoping I had broken your nose." He smirked bringing a finger up to the bridge of his nose.

"Close but not quite. You're lucky I left my gun in the car."

"Unfortunately for you, all of mine are here." She stepped back when he came near her, walking backwards around her island with the knife held firmly in her hand. Bella just had to make it to the bedroom where her phone was charging. She darted towards the room, running as fast as she could through her apartment.

Bella slammed the French doors closed, quickly throwing the lock into place as she searched for something to place in front of them. She certainly knew the glass doors wouldn't keep Edward out for long. She jumped when the doors jerked against her back; she could hear him sigh on the other side. She ran to her closet, closing the door behind her as she searched for Charlie's old softball bat. She didn't want to shoot him again as that could just cause issues. It wasn't long before the sound of her doors being kicked open filled the room.

"Really Detective, you're hiding?" She rolled her eyes hearing him open her bathroom door. Bella ran her hands along the top shelf, finally wrapping around the aluminum bat. She pulled it down just as her body was washed in light from the door opening. Edward gripped her arm, pulling her out into the bedroom, effectively causing her to drop the bat.

"What do you want Masen?" She sighed looking up at him. Edward pressed the muzzle of her gun to the bottom of her chin, his eyes searching hers. "What are you waiting for? Pull the trigger."

"You want to die Detective?"

"I welcome death." She sneered, jerking away from him and picking up the bat.

Bella swung, connecting the head of the bat with his side causing Edward to fall to his knees with a grumble of pain. She brought the bat down across his back causing him to fall onto the floor. Edward rolled over coughing as his bones ached and throbbed with pain. Bella brought the bat over her head again, but before she could bring it down against his body her legs were kicked out from under her. She scrambled for the bat or her gun, but Edward pulled her feet, sliding her body beneath his. She could see the anger burning his eyes; he was livid, of that there was no doubt.

His hand wrapped around her neck, pinning her to the floor. Bella reached up and slid her nails down his flesh, small specks of blood rising to the surface from his jaw to his throat. The top buttons of his shirt were missing, and his tie hung loosely; she gripped it, causing it to tighten around his neck. Edward's other hand came up and grabbed her wrist, trying to force her to release his tie, but she wrapped it around her fist firmly.

"Isabella." He growled squeezing her neck tighter, and Bella pulled harder in response, cutting off his oxygen, as well. Edward let go of her wrist, removing a knife from his pocket. He pulled the blade from inside with his teeth and Bella's eyes widened, memories of her captor flooding her memory. Edward slid the blade between his neck and the tie before jerking, causing Bella's hand to fall to the floor still firmly gripping the fabric. Edward sighed, sitting back on his feet and pulling Bella to sit up by her neck.

"Now, what are you hoping to accomplish with this little fight Detective?"

"I want to kill you." She replied honestly.

"Here," He held the knife out to her. Edward felt her swallow against his palm. "Take it."

"Why?" Edward pressed the handle of the knife into her hand.

"You said you wanted to kill me, so here's your chance." Edward removed his hand from her neck and unbuttoned his vest, letting it fall to the floor. He then pulled his shirt free from his dress pants and opened it, showing his chest and abs; small scars could be seen decorating different areas. "Now, if you stab me here, in the solar plexus, with the blade at the right angle you'll depressurize my lungs and potentially stab my heart. So it's the perfect place for a clean kill from the front."

Bella's body was shivering as she stared at him, the knife feeling heavy in her sweaty hand. Did he really expect her to stab him? Edward could be talking about the weather with how cool of a demeanor he had. Surely he wasn't serious.

"What?" She rasped out.

"Here," Edward moved her hand so the tip of the blade was resting against his skin. "Just shove it in at an upward angle, and then twist it slightly to the right." He could feel how hard she was shaking, and Edward continued to stare down at her and then began to laugh. "I knew you couldn't kill me Swan, calm down before you have a panic attack."

Bella's brow furrowed in agitation as her hand fell to her lap. She suddenly lifted the knife and planted it firmly into his bicep.

"Fuck!" Edward's body tensed; his hand gripped the handle of the knife and pulled it slowly from his arm.

"I can't just kill someone, Edward. If I had killed you, it would've been in self-defense." He held the bloody knife up and shoved her roughly back to the floor.

"So you need me to try to kill you? I succeed in everything I do, Isabella. I've already told you I could kill you if I wanted." He brought the knife up the inside of her shirt, ripping it open. Her legs were trapped under his, so even if she brought her knee up it wouldn't do any damage because she couldn't move quickly enough with their position. Edward's eyes traced every inch of her bare torso.

"If I were going to kill you, I'd want it to be slow because you piss me off." He brought the knife to the left of her bellybutton. "Somewhere like here, I'd penetrate an organ or two effectively causing internal bleeding. It'd take you somewhere around three hours to completely bleed out. It would be long and painful." Edward's eyes were dead as he looked up at her. Bella searched his face, looking for any trace of kindness, any sign that he was going to take mercy on her. Then she felt the blade pressing against her skin, and she closed her eyes waiting for the burning pain.

"You're not going to beg me?" Edward sounded almost surprised.

"Why would I do that?" She asked calmly.

"Beg for your life, Bella, and I'll stop." He pushed harder and she felt a small pinch as the blade pierced her skin. There was no way in hell she was going to beg Edward Masen for her life. She'd rather die. The blade slid just slightly further.

"Fuck. If you're going to do it, don't drag it out!" The pain disappeared; just a throbbing left in its place. He held the blade against her neck, and Bella's eyes darted open. She quickly lifted her hands and gripped his wrist, jerking him below her and pulling the knife from his hand.

"It's so much more fun when you fight me." He smirked. "I don't like an easy kill." Bella sneered and stood up.

"I'm not ruining my life so you can play some fucking game with me. Get out of my home." She pulled the edges of her shirt around her.

"That was kind of awesome how you moved me below you; I'm not going to lie."

"Get out!" Bella yelled, pointing towards the front door. Edward stood up with a smirk, his shirt stained with blood. The tracks that Bella's nails had left were bloody and raw now, shining brightly against his skin. Edward moved towards her, reaching out to grab her arm, but Bella moved away quickly, darting towards the living room. Her breathing was erratic, and she couldn't seem to calm down her racing heart .

"Isabella we need to speak about this obsession you seem to have with the Cullens." Bella turned quickly.

"Obsession? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I mean I don't think it's healthy that you want so much information on them, and I'm fearful for your wellbeing, I think I'll have to tell your captain."

"Like hell you will! Edward Masen if you so much as breathe a word of my investigation into the Cullens to anyone, I'll expose you to the media."

"Don't threaten me Detective."

"I'm not, I'm promising you that if you do anything like that you'll be on the cover of every magazine in this city." She looked around her disheveled apartment. "I'm not obsessed with the Cullens anyway."

"You have an entire room full of information on them." Her head snapped up.

"How do you know about that?"

"I'm the one that put you to bed the other night when you were drunk off your ass and reeking of marijuana. I didn't know you liked to light up Swan." He smirked, and Bella realized she was starting to hate that fucking smile.

"I don't smoke, it was someone else." She replied, unsure as to why she was even offering up an explanation. It was none of his business if she got high or not.

"Right, I remember telling my mom that lie." Bella's eyes narrowed.

"I thought you were an orphan." Edward shifted; all humor gone from his features as he started to button his shirt.

"I am. I meant my foster-mother." He picked up his suit jacket and pulled it on, wincing as it slid over his arm. "I have to go, but we should do this again, it was a lot of fun and one hell of a workout."

"You lived in a boy's home mostly and you barely stayed in homes, what foster-mother?" Bella asked as she followed him to the door.

"I bounced around in several different homes, and at the orphanage we had 'mothers.' Edward opened the door and walked into the hallway, pushing the elevator button.

"You're hiding something Masen." Edward stiffened at her words but refused to turn around.

"If I am, you better hope you don't discover it Detective." Ice ran through Bella's veins at the sound of his voice.

O…O

Bella moved around the room looking over different files that she had already read multiple times. There was nothing about the Cullens that she hadn't already memorized. Bella walked out, closing the door behind her and started to straighten up her living room, picking up the countless, useless files. She shoved them into the box and crossed out her name and address. Bella picked up her phone dialing Seth's number.

"Bells?"

"Hey."

"I thought maybe you were actually resting since you hadn't called. I did hear you were up here earlier causing quite a ruckus in the captain's office."

"Something like that. I need a favor, and you can't ask me why I need it or what I'm going to do with it."

"Bella …"

"Seth, please. I'm not going to do anything crazy."

"What is it?" He sighed.

"I need Edward Cullen's address."

"Bella, no I ca-"

"Seth, please, all I have to do is return something he dropped off."

"How does he know your address?"

"I have no idea; please just do this for me?" Seth sighed heavily.

"Fine. Hang on a second." She heard the hold music filter through her receiver as she started to wash the blood off of her kitchen counter. He returned shortly telling her that he lived in Lincoln Park. She committed the address to memory and disconnected the call after promising not to do anything crazy. She had also made Seth promise to keep this to himself, which made him even more uneasy.

She tidied up her kitchen and picked up Edward's tattered tie and immaculate vest before changing into a pair of old jeans and a CPD shirt. She grabbed his clothes and left her apartment, flagging down a taxi and giving him Edward's address. She had no idea what she was doing, or why she was going to his house, much less unannounced. Bella didn't know what she was hoping to accomplish or discover. Maybe she just wanted to show him that she wasn't afraid of him and that he didn't intimidate her in the least.

O…O

Bella looked up at the large brick home, clearly built back when Chicago had first been founded. She slowly made her way up the steps and lifted her hand to knock on the heavy oak door. Lights were on inside which meant someone had to be home. The gentleman that opened the door was not Edward, though.

"Can I help you?" He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and shoes so shiny she could see her reflection.

"Is Edward home?" The man's black eyes darted over her before frowning.

"Who are you?"

"Isabella Swan."

"The detective," The man rolled his eyes. "Come in, I'll fetch Mr. Masen. Wipe your feet off before entering." He grimaced as he eyed her worn out converses.

"Aye, Aye captain." She joked much to the man's displeasure. She made an overly exaggerated show of wiping her feet on the small mat, and then stepped inside to the marble foyer.

"You can wait in the sitting room." He motioned to a room with dark floors and walls but accompanied with white furniture. She nodded and walked into the room, looking around at the pictures on the walls. They were all the same size, and hung the exact same distance from each other. The photos were black and white, showing Chicago in different eras, starting from what appeared to be the 1800s.

"What are you doing here?" Bella turned towards Edward's voice. He was wearing the same slacks as earlier but a black dress shirt replaced his old one.

"You left your clothes at my apartment." She held up his tie and vest. Edward growled lowly in agitation before jerking the articles from her hands. "It sucks when someone just shows up at your house, doesn't it?"

"Is that why you're here? To show me you know where I live?" He laughed. "You have no idea how many homes I own."

"I'm here to show you how fucking annoying you are."

"I've never shown up at your home without being invited." Bella shrugged.

"I really don't care; I came to talk to you about the investigation." Bella lied. Edward held his arm out, motioning for her to walk ahead of him.

"Why don't we go to my office?" Edward led her to the stairs.

"So you can try to kill me again?"

"I wasn't trying to kill you Detective, I was defending myself." He pushed the door to his office open.

"You slammed my head into the door when I told you to leave, Edward."

Edward rolled his eyes. "You make it sound so dramatic." He closed the door and sat down on the edge of his desk. "So what do you want to tell me?"

"I'm not going to drop my investigation. You can do whatever you feel the need to, but I made a mistake by looking the other way when you murdered that man and I refuse to forget why I'm here."

Edward sighed.

"And why are you here Detective? Why do you think you were placed on this earth?"

"To protect people from heinous situations like the one that claimed my parents' lives."

"Ah yes, the mugging; a man that came up and stabbed your father violently before slitting your mother's throat. All while you stood and watched, from what I recall." Bella's eyes glazed over as memories of that night flashed before her vision. Her mother lying on the sidewalk, the blood spilling out across the fresh snow, almost beautiful in the way it marred across the earth and her father gasping for air as he kept his body in front of Bella, shielding her from the masked stranger. "Now tell me Isabella, in the years you've worked as a police officer, does that sound like a normal mugging?"

"No," She shook her head. "You have no right to talk about my parents' murder."

"But think about it, really think about it. Did he even take anything other than your father's wallet? And why? Your mother had on a very large diamond ring, a diamond necklace. Her wallet was found with her body. Does that sound like a mugging?"

"How do you know so much about it?" Bella backed up, pressing herself against the door.

"Because I know who killed your parents." He shrugged.

Bella's knees locked, causing her to collapse, her back slid against the cool mahogany of the door until she settled on the thick carpet.

"W-Who killed them? Tell me his name." She begged, looking up at Edward. He moved from his desk, kneeling in front of her.

"If I tell you, what will you do? Go after him?"

"Bring him to justice." Bella whispered, and Edward smiled.

"Justice won't deliver … he deserves to die, helpless and alone just as your parents did, don't you agree?" Bella found herself nodding. "He deserves to suffer while he thinks about the pain he caused you and your parents while they bled-out on the cold, frozen sidewalk."

"I'll kill him." Bella cleared her throat. "I'll kill him." She repeated.

"Good." He smiled. "But that won't do; you see; he was working for someone, and you have the right to know who that person was."

"Who was he working for? Who would want my parents dead?!"

"I can't give you all the answers now; you'll have to see if you can get any from him."

"How will I do that?"

"You'll find a way."

His green eyes were shining with excitement as he held a hand out to help her up. Bella stared into his eyes; the familiarity that she couldn't shake was there again. All the information she had gathered over the last week started to flood her memory, all the pictures and papers she had pored over; the uneasy feeling she always had around Edward came to the forefront of her mind. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she finally came to a realization, one that shook her to the core. She stood on unsteady legs after he had turned away from her.

"Edward …" Bella felt as if she would throw up.

"I think Anthony Cullen is alive and well, and I think one day we'll see who he really is and what he has in store for Chicago."

He didn't seem fazed by the strange words that came from her throat. He was busy looking through files on his desk, searching for something of importance; she just hoped it wasn't a weapon. The empty holster that sat over the back of his chair made her nervousness grow.

"You're," She cleared her throat, her hands shaking uncontrollably. "You're a Cullen, aren't you?" Anthony Cullen she thought.

Edward's entire body tensed, his hands stilling over the papers on his desk. He slowly turned toward her, his face blank. Her eyes darted to the silver gun that had been uncovered on his desk.

"Detective …"

A/N: Holy she figured it out Batman! There's a box down there for a review! Love me or hate me, I don't mind.