Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I just own this story, not the characters.

All Human. Pairings do not start out how they will end. Bella x Edward eventually.

Rated M for language, illegal activity, sex and violence.

So to mix things up a bit, I have both Bella and Edward's POV this chapter. For those of you who have been wondering when they will meet again, well, wonder no more. It's finally here. But be patient…it's got to have a buildup!

Also, I did some research on the FBI so most of it is correct however, I took some liberties. FYI - Bella's going to be one kick-ass agent!

Chapter 10 – We Meet Again

BPOV

Statistics show that the average person moves homes about twelve times during their life. I felt like I had surpassed that number a long time ago. Thank goodness for the friends I had made at C&M over the last few weeks or it would've taken about a month to move my stuff in to the high-rise. I really liked the condo and had gotten quite used to living in it; too bad it won't be home for long. Taking the elevator was quite a pain in the ass though when you had groceries or things you needed to lug up, but I was adjusting quite nicely. I knew I was going to have to distance myself from my fellow employees, but they made it really hard to do that. They were all so damn nice and helpful.

C&M proved to be quite the lucrative business, and I had already spent countless hours buried under mounds of paperwork each night. When I wasn't doing the day-to-day sales job I was hired for, I was snooping around for the break I so desperately needed. That damn Emmett was as cautious as they come. He double locked everything and had cameras in two corners of his office. That was going to be a challenge, but nothing I couldn't handle. I'd bypassed many a security system in my day, but I just needed his big, burly ass out of there to do it. Alice and I had talked at lunch yesterday, planning a surprise party and the guest list just happened to include none other than big Emmett himself. My plan was set in motion for the following week; Rose had a birthday on Wednesday, and I knew those two had the hots for each other so this should be an easy setup. Unbeknownst to Alice, I would conveniently forget Rose's present back at the office. This was my chance to search through Emmett's office and hopefully get some information on his "side business".

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful, with nothing out of the ordinary happening, which I was thankful for. I had quite a lot to accomplish over the weekend with my FBI job, and it was quite exhausting doing the two jobs at once. A workout was what I needed, so on Friday at around four o'clock pm, I decided to call it a day. I didn't feel guilty about it because I had already put in eighty hours this week and was always the last one to leave the building, next to Emmett, of course. Grabbing my gym bag from the armoire in my office, I walked over to the door and shut the lights off.

Just as I was walking out, Alice looked up at me from her desk. "Are you leaving so soon, Marie?"

"Yeah, I'm all out of fresh ideas and since I had forgotten what the light of day looks like, I decided I'd check it out while I had the chance." My muscles were a little sore from sitting at my desk for hours on end, and I couldn't wait to start moving around again.

"Well, have fun and don't forget I'm picking you up tomorrow to finalize the plans for the party," she whispered, looking around to make sure that Rose was nowhere in sight.

"I didn't forget. I'll be ready by noon because we're having lunch at that little bistro by the stadium, right?" I had wanted to eat there since I arrived but had been too busy to try it out.

That means I would be doing most of my research tonight on the Franchettis. Word at the FBI headquarters said that they were missing, and no one had seen nor heard from them since the big bust about a month ago. I needed to compile a list of all their associates, so I would be going through quite the list of photos tonight. We had them and the Salvatores under surveillance for months now, and since the two brothers were missing, it had thrown quite the wrench in our plans.

"Yep, that's the plan. See you then, and have a great workout!" Alice was quickly becoming my best friend. I hadn't had one since Lauren died, and on one hand, it was comforting to know I could let myself get close to someone, but on the other, I wasn't sure what she'd think of me if she knew everything I told her about myself was a lie. Well, mostly everything.

I walked out to my car, and even though it was the middle of March, I could feel the humidity in the air already. Whew! It was going to be a real scorcher in the summer. That would take some getting used to but I was ready for the challenge. Just like this assignment, I thought. I tossed my gym bag in the back of the car and headed out of the parking garage. It'd be nice to get a good workout in today; maybe I'd take that Bikram yoga class that starts at four thirty. I'd read that it was a good class to sweat out toxins in your body, relax and stretch your muscles.

By the time I had found a parking spot, I had five minutes to spare. Running through the gym, I made my way back to the women's locker room and proceeded to change my clothes. As I slipped my skirt down, I remembered I had worn one of my Agent Provocateur panty sets today. It was the sexy, green set with matching bra and lace thong. Momma always said it was good to feel powerful in sexy lingerie and she wasn't kidding. I was ready to bust some ass and take control of this damn class – bring it on!

EPOV

I was in need of some major stress relief, so the gym was just calling my name for a late Friday workout. Emmett was running late as usual, so Jazz and I grabbed a protein shake until he could join us. Since the bust went down, we had been searching for Johnny, but have had no luck. Everyone who we thought was suspicious had a solid alibi, so we had officially hit a dead end. It was looking more and more like it was Johnny's hand and testicles I had in my freezer. Emmett had freaked the fuck out when I showed him my little FedEx package; to say he was mad was quite an understatement. He understood the severity of the situation we were in and knew someone was really out to get us. Yes, we had pissed off lots of people since we had been in this business, but no one had gone to such great lengths to get our attention before.

We were officially taking a break from worrying about the mole and possible murderers at this point and decided to work off some steam. The rock wall was our latest victim, and as soon as Em got his ass here, we were going to give it a go.

"Hey, Ed, what's up for this weekend, man? You got any plans?" Jazz asked after taking a long drink of his protein shake.

"No, I think I'm just going to hang low and chill out at the house. What about you?" I kept looking toward the front of the gym doors for Emmett to arrive any minute now.

"Nothing much. I met a cute girl last weekend and got her number at Mansion. It was a little loud in there with the band, plus I was a little buzzed, so I wasn't sure what we talked about. Hopefully, she was a halfway decent girl with some brains! I might give her a call."

I chuckled at that because I had been to Mansion numerous times and you cannot hear shit in that place. "I don't think I'll be getting any this weekend unless Victoria's home. She's my saving grace in the booty call department–especially since Tanya's out of the picture." I slurped up the last of my drink and pushed the glass aside. "I'm just not in the mood to pick up some random chick this weekend. Besides, I have too much work to do. We have that Vegas convention soon and I'm arranging some serious meetings while we're there. I need to finish getting all of those set up."

About that time, Emmett came striding through the doors and up to our table. "Sorry about being late, guys. I was having some technical difficulty with my security cameras. It looks like they're malfunctioning or some shit. I've got a call out to a repairman to come look at it but they can't make it until next week." Emmett threw his gym bag down and reached down to take a drink of my shake only to find I had drunk it all. Slurping sounds were made and he put the cup back down.

"You could've left me a drink at least," Emmett said picking his bag back up.

"Didn't know I was supposed to. C'mon, let's get moving."

Jazz and I disappeared to the back of the gym towards the rock wall while Emmett went and changed his clothes. He was out in record time and we had a great time climbing the wall. It was one of the more fun things to do at the gym, and we had climbed it a couple times a month. We all had bought the gear a few months ago since we were all a little germ phobic. It was a little expensive, but who the hell cared about money?

We were quite sweaty by the time we finished and were headed to the showers when I felt something sticky on my hands. I must have stuck my hands in one of those grooves, and I'm betting someone had left gum on their shoe when they stuck their foot in there. I had to remember to let one of the employees know that; that shit is just gross. Jazz and Em had gone ahead to the locker room, and I walked over towards the disinfectant spray bottle to clean my hands off. Someone had beaten me to the bottle and was spraying it into their paper towel when the thing took on a mind of its own and sprayed itself right into my eye.

"Shit!" I yelled as it was burning the hell out of my left eye.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" some man said as he touched my shoulder. "That stuff just shot out and I couldn't control it."

"Yeah, I know. I saw it but couldn't get out of the way fast enough." I had one hand over my left eye and squinted with the other to make my way over to the locker room. By this time, I think I must have touched the disinfectant and had gotten it on my other hand which touched my right eye. I had to wash this shit out fast because it was stinging really bad.

Rounding the corner of what I hoped to be the locker room, I held both my arms out in front of me trying to feel my way to the sink. About that time, my hands felt something soft and silky, but also warm and squishy.

"What the hell?" I heard a woman's voice screaming at me, in not such a nice tone either.

Still squinting, I could barely make out a woman's figure with a towel falling over her face. Oh, shit. I suddenly realized it wasn't the men's locker room I had entered, but the women's.

"Excuse me, ma'am, I am so sorry, but I need to find a sink to wash out my eyes. I got disinfectant in them and can hardly see a thing!" I exclaimed, my head down, but still holding out my arms, now searching around a little faster for my goal.

After realizing what was actually going on, I think she felt bad for me, and I felt a warm pair of hands on my arms guiding me towards my saving grace.

I heard the glorious sound of water running and began to throw water in my face. Nothing had felt so welcoming before as relief spread over my body, and I could slowly begin to see again. It took only a few seconds, and my eyes were beginning to feel better, so I glanced up in the mirror to see if any damage had been done. What I saw in the background astonished me and made my heart beat a little faster.

A gorgeous brunette with sexy green lingerie on was standing with her back towards me brushing her hair. She probably thought I was still washing my eyes out because I left the water running, but I couldn't help myself. I turned around to sneak a peek, because it just couldn't be who I thought it was. I mean, I was hoping so, but what a coincidence would that be? Well, there was no time like the present.

"Bella, is that you?" I asked.

She turned around, shocked that someone might know her name; especially some strange man who happened to walk into the women's locker room.

"Edward? Edward Anthony from the lingerie store? Oh my gosh, I can't believe it!" She put her hand over her mouth and realized that, once again, when we met she was in her underwear.

I felt embarrassed for her; I didn't know why because I fucking loved seeing her in those sexy bra and panties. However, by the way she was blushing, I had a feeling she felt totally humiliated because she was almost completely naked – again. Her blush was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"This can't be happening again!" She turned around to grab her shorts and immediately started putting them on. Then she reached for her t-shirt and slipped it on hurriedly over her head, pulling her hair out from it so it cascaded over her back.

"I – I'm so sorry for barging in here. I seriously had no idea I was in the women's locker room. My eyes were stinging so bad that I could barely see anything!" I don't think I'd apologized for anything in a long time. It felt nice.

"It's okay, I understand. It was quite funny, actually," she said giggling. She finished putting her clothes on and walked over toward me. "I didn't recognize you when you came in, your head was down, arms flailing around . . . all I saw was a man walking into the women's locker room, and I definitely didn't think it'd be you! Can you imagine the irony of this situation?" She was standing in front me, and I could tell she was nervous. She fidgeted with her hands a bit, but then I could sense an air of confidence about her too.

I laughed because she was absolutely right, this was quite ironic. "I need to apologize for the last time I saw you. My phone rang and it was my business partner with some urgent news." Damned if I just didn't apologize twice in less than a minute! Whoa. I ran my hand through my hair, and it hit me that I was still standing in the women's locker room. I hoped that no one would interrupt us again like the last time.

"Yeah, I remember. I have to tell you another ironic thing. Guess what my ring tone is?" Bella asked as she put a strand of hair behind her ear.

Seeing her put her hair behind her ear turned me on for some reason. It was a simple gesture, but it made me a little hard, nonetheless. "Don't tell me it's the "Mission: Impossible" theme?"

"Yep. Pretty weird, right?" Bella kept glancing at the door, wondering if someone would come in and find me.

"Yeah, I'd say so. Um, would you mind if we took this conversation outside the women's locker room? I don't want to get yelled at again." I let Bella lead us out of the locker room and put a hand at the small of her back.

We stopped just outside the doorway. "I have to admit, I thought I'd never see you again. However, I'm not going to lie; I'm glad I did." She said this so matter-of-factly that it gave me goose bumps.

"I'm glad too. Obviously, you're from around here. I wasn't sure at first because we have a lot of tourists in Miami; however, I've never seen you in here before. Do you live or work close by?" So much for being forward, Edward, but I figured I might as well ask, or risk the chance of not ever seeing her again.

Bella paused for a second, and I could tell she was using caution with her next words. "I do live close by, but I'm fairly new to the area. I've only lived here for a few months but I really love it here. The weather is beautiful, not at all like what I'm used to."

"Well, has anyone shown you around our beautiful city? I'm a native Floridian and no one knows Miami better than me!" Okay, it was an easy way to ask her out, but she opened the door, so I just went with it.

"Uh, sure, that would be great. If you don't mind, that is? I don't want to be a bother or anything."

"Oh, no bother at all. I know this is short notice, but do you have plans for this weekend?" There was no time like the present to ask out Lingerie Girl. I hadn't been turned down too many times, so it wasn't like I was beyond grabbing the opportunity when it presented itself.

"Would you mind if I go in the locker room and grab my phone? I left it on the bench in there and my calendar is on it." I nodded and she headed off through the door.

A quick minute went by before she came back out. "I'm having lunch with a friend tomorrow to help her plan a party, so that should put me free about four pm. Would that time work for you?" she asked as she slid her phone back to type something in. Hmm, Panty Girl was quite the organized professional. I wondered what she did for a living. She probably works as a CPA; those types were always punching in things on their Blackberries.

"Works for me. Can I pick you up or would you like me to meet you somewhere?" I didn't want to press my luck by inviting myself straight to her house, so I wanted to give her an option. Girls like that shit.

"Um, if it's okay with you, why don't we meet at the Miami Art Museum right across from Bicentennial Park? I like to run around there because it's so beautiful. I'm at least familiar with that area." She bit down on her bottom lip like she was almost embarrassed to tell me she liked to run. Why would I not find that sexy as hell? I mean the girl was fit and muscular; she even looked like she could kick my ass, even though she couldn't have weighed more than 115 pounds - that and plus, she really couldn't ever kick my ass.

"Miami Art Museum it is then! Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for your phone number? I'd like to put it in my cell phone just in case something comes up. I don't anticipate that, but you never know."

She blushed a little at me asking for her number, and I was guessing she doesn't give out her number too easily. "Uh sure, if you hand me your phone I'll punch it in for you."

Once she punched her phone in my cell, I turned around and called it. "Now you have mine as well. I'd better get back to my buddies, they're probably wondering what happened to me. I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, that'll be great. Thanks for asking me, Edward, I'm looking forward to it!" Bella closed her phone up and headed back to the locker room.

I headed to the men's room feeling like a million bucks. After all the day dreaming about my Panty Girl, I'm finally going to take her out on a date. Shit, I don't even remember the last time I was even excited about going out on a date. Wait a minute. I don't even remember going out on a date; I just slept with random women I picked up in bars or restaurants, who was I kidding? Jazz and Em are never going to believe this story.

BPOV

Was it a coincidence or was it fate that I had ran into Mr. Anthony twice in just my underwear? If it was fate, I wasn't sure what kind of fate it was yet. Hopefully it would turn out to be good, because that guy was all kinds of hot and he made my girlie bits all tingly and stuff. I couldn't believe he just asked me out too. It took me a second when he asked if I lived close by because I couldn't blow my cover. I didn't want him to know where I worked and what I was doing because I had been way too cautious over these last few years to protect myself.

Flashback – 5 years ago

"I really don't know about this, Bella. I understand your reasoning behind wanting to get into a business like mine, but it's really no place for a woman." Charlie had been trying to talk me out of my FBI training for years now and there was no way I was changing my mind. When Lauren was dying in my arms, I promised her I would do everything in my power to avenge her death. If it meant that I would be giving up a good portion of my life to training hard, learning martial arts and studying foreign languages, etc., then so be it. I was going to be a damn good agent and put all the vile, evil thugs behind bars where they belong.

"Dad, you seriously didn't just say this is no place for a woman, right?" I had just finished my tae-kwon-do workout and was heading back to the training center. Throwing a towel around my neck, I bent down to put on my shoes. I could understand Charlie not wanting his little girl getting hurt and all that, but he knew I was about to graduate at the top of my class. To be an FBI agent, I had to go through twenty weeks of rigorous training from case exercises, academics, firearms training, and operations skills. I had aced everything, and even my instructors said they had never seen a woman score so high on every single test they offered. They gave me targets, I shot every one down; they gave me survival training, I lived on bugs and found my way out of a 300 acre forest; they gave me intelligence missions, I caught every mock terrorist that came my way.

I had no idea how all of the training came so easy for me, but it had. Most said it was because my father was an FBI agent as well, which was fair to say. However, he really wasn't home much to raise me so I didn't think that was it. It was determination; I was clear in my goals and pretty fearless as well. I didn't take for granted that I was human, but I had intensely great instincts for such a small, young woman. And for all of that, I was eternally grateful. I did have lots of competition though and boy, did I love competition!

Dimitri Smith was my biggest competitor who couldn't stand being beaten by a girl - in anything. This proved quite the challenge as we trained together at Quantico, trying to one up the other in target practice, interviewing techniques and such. I actually let him beat me one time just to make him feel better. Just once.

I went on and furthered my studies because I didn't feel that twenty weeks was enough training for me. Yes, I was an overachiever, but since I lived a pretty sheltered, quiet life I had nothing better to do at the time. As it was, Dimitri followed me to Qatar where I studied many foreign languages and joined a Special Forces team. A year went by and our relationship developed into a less competitive one and into a more compassionate one. We were together most of the time that I guess it was inevitable. He kept me grounded and out of trouble. I enjoyed the physical aspect of it of course, but my head was too focused in my career, and my heart just wasn't responding to him the way it should.

By the time I had my four years of training, I was well versed in seven languages, had my black belt in three forms of martial arts and was a noted expert marksman. I also had my MBA for future assignments if I needed it. My bases were all covered and if I had an inside job at a corporation, the FBI could create me a resume that would make Donald Trump ecstatic.

So, was the FBI a place for a woman? My background proved that it was.

Present Day

Yeah, I think I would keep my identity a secret for as long as I could. Until I meet Mr. Right and he could prove to me that he was trustworthy and faithful, I would be staying undercover.

A/N: Next chapter: First date! Finally. . . I'm trying to update once a week so thanks for those who put me on story alert. If you like my story, leave me a review. Please, and thank you!