Hey guys. Hope everyone had a cool new years, gonna be honest. I just found out it was 2014 today lol. I was signing up for classes and saw the date and was like...huh, dafuq. hahah. you think i'm fibbing, but i shit you not. i was aware of all the damn firecrackers around my house, but it just didn't hit me ya know...

anyway, enough of the pointless A/N. enjoy.

Edward sat behind a dumpster that had better days, he was trying to catch his breath. His body wasn't made to run that for that long and he was feeling the intense pain mainly at the center of his chest. If he hadn't shot that cop when he did at the right moment, Edward knew he was done for.

Not bothering to put his stolen weapon back on safety, almost sure the clip was empty anyway he tucked it away behind his back, under his dirty shirt. He reached in his back pocket to pull out his wallet...the wallet that wasn't there. The wallet that had his entire life in it, a pretty shitty life but it had everything in it. The last 10 bucks left to his name, his expired ID's. It wasn't much...but for a man who had absolutely nothing...a name could mean a lot more than anything. And Edward felt as if he just lost the last of himself.

"fuck!", he banged his fist against the dumpster in frustration, watching rust and god knows what else fell off onto the cracked concrete ground. "fuck...", he slid down to the ground, hands in his hair nearly pulling them out the roots himself.

"When did you notice something was off with this man?"

the young girl with the red and black braids shrugged, " uh, we get all kinds of crackheads here but uh he was actin funny when he came in tha sto'. Lookin' round...but I ain't say nothin'. His gas was done so I asked if he was gone pay cash or credit."

Rosalie nodded, "And then?"

"...an than he pulled out a gun an he held it to ma face..Look lady, this 3rd ward...I got kids, ain't' got time to be robbed, as soon as that joka turn around I ran to tha back an called y'all."

Rosalie sighed quietly, arms still crossed with her brows pulled forward as she was trying to imagine the situation as the young girl was describing it. Emmett was with getting witness statements and checking on their two guest Marshal's.

"And that's all? Nothing else happened?"

"Nope. I ain't come out til I heard sirens."

Marshal Hale pointed to a rather nice red Camry still sitting by the gas pumps, with the nozzle still in the car, "and that's the vehicle he was in?"

"Yeah."

"Okay thank you, and if you don't mind. Take a look at this picture, we just have to be sure. Is this the man that held you a gunpoint this morning?", Rose held up one of Edward's recent mug shots.

The girl grimaced, "yeah that's him."

"Thank you. If we need anything else, we will be in touch. But if you have anything else, here's my card."

the girl took it with a shrug, "Alright."

Rose walked over to Emmett and Leah, who was looking a little bit better than she was when they arrived. She was now supported a small gauze patch taped to her injured right temple. The blood was cleaned up but there was still some on her shirt. Sam however was lucky as well, he didn't have to go the hospital. The side shot he took had an exit wound so the EMT guys were patching him up.

"Well..?", Emmett asked his partner when she was close enough to hear him.

"He tried to rob her, turned his back she ran and called us. I guess he got spooked or something and fled."

"On foot? Perfectly good car right here, and a full tank. Why didn't he just take this?"

"Because," Marshal Clearwater broke in, coming into the semi circle putting her government phone away, "The car was stolen and the owner, called On-star and had the car shut down. Even if Mason hot wired it, there was no way he was going anywhere with it."

Emmett nodded, looking at his partner. "Chances he still in the area then?"

Rose stiffened slightly, realizing that while they were standing around trying to find out what happened, he was still hiding out and they had yet to sweep the area. She turned and stopped a uniformed HPDO ( Houston Police Department Officer ) she saw. "Officer, how many units are patrolling this area?"

the young man looked a little overjoyed that Marshal Hale was speaking to him, "Oh uh y-yes ma'am. Just the immediate area though. Where Marshal Uley was shot?"

Rose shook her head, "No, spread out further, I wanted this entire ward searched. Every last part. Spread the word, get on it. This fugitive cannot get away this easily."

the young officer looked confused, "Marshal? That could take all night."

Violet blue eyes regarded him for a moment, "Then I guess you better get the flashlights and K-9 units here. Shouldn't you?"

He nodded, "On it ma'am."

"I'm gonna go check on my partner, catch up to you two later?", Leah asked.

Emmett nodded, following his partner to their Police Vehicle so they could suit up.

Bella arrived in Galveston in no time, they didn't live that far from it and she was doing 20 over the limit anyway. It's been a while since she has visited the area, but she knew it well enough still to get to where she needed to. Since it was fall, not many people were walking around in their bikini's or playing in the water. Some laid out on the beach, but not many ventured towards the cold and dark green waters.

Bella drove along the seawall for a couple of miles until she was no longer riding along the populated areas of Stewart beach and the attractions of the seawall. The houses on the very last block, the cul de sac were spread out along the beach. There were hardly any people around, the houses looked haunted. Empty , like no one has came by in years.

Bella pulled into the drive way leading towards a large two story open white beach house. The garage was literally beneath the house, well hidden from the street as well. The white Audi was parked next to a covered Ducati Diavel Dark. A bike she hadn't seen in a very long time since arriving to Texas and covering it up.

Inside was just as she bought and left it...empty, white, and cold. Before meeting Rosalie, this is where Bella lived. A home with bare walls, no TV, no furniture or appliances. The bleach was still as strong as ever despite her not being in the house for a while. Before meeting Rosalie, this was once Bella. Her life, the way she was ...how she thinks. No distractions, just bare perfection. There was nothing in her way blocking her line of sight, nothing to make her deviate from her plan of action...nothing to come back to.

The coldness of the house that once comforted her before, was now unsettling. Bella found herself not liking it, and wanting to find the thermostat and turning on the heat. She stopped herself and took a deep breath. This wasn't...home. Home is where Isabella lived, where Isabella existed. There was warmth there, there was love...people...walls with love on them. Memories. There were memories there.

Not here.

No. This is where her dark side lived. Boss lived here.

The loud buzzing from one of the cell phones in the front pocket of her hoodie startled the woman, snapping her out of whatever conflicting thoughts she was having. Slamming the door shut and locking it, Bella pulled out the black cell phone without looking at the caller ID. Making her way through the house slowly, her free hand dragging along the walls.

"..."

There was silence on the other end except the unmistakable sound of a very powerful bike in the background which Bella assumed the caller was riding, probably without a helmet due to all the wind coming in from their end as well.

"Boss...it seems that we have a common interest, darlin'.", a very strong and deep Texan accented voiced finally said.

"Don't call me that...and it seems Mr. Mason has been making deals with his fair share of demons."

"Normally I work alone but seein' as we are local demons...how bout a truce?"

Bella's fingers came over a lumpy, out of places wall panel right before entering the kitchen. She stopped and took a few steps back, pressing her palm over the wall. "A truce is between enemies. Are we enemies?"

The man on the other line chuckled, "Nah I don't believe we are...but ya reputation speaks levels, I can't be sure."

Bella nodded, staring at the seemingly plain egg shell white wall. "We have a lot to discuss I guess. I have a safe house in Galveston."

"Just gimme a time and address darlin."

"Guy is long gone now", Emmett sighed in frustration.

Rose nodded, agreeing with him as she put away her piece. Trying to ignore the blood stain on the wall where Marshal Uley was leaning up against when they found him. "Yeah lets head back and.."

Emmett looked back at his partner, "what is it?"

Something out of place caught Rosalie's eye, slowly and cautious, she moved closer to the spot and slipped out a pair of gloves from her back pocket and pulled them on. Squatting near the wall, she reached into the small patch of dried grass and picked up a worn black wallet.

"Son of a bitch", Emmett whistled, standing over her. "That what I think it is?"

Marshal Hale shrugged and stood once again, so he could see as well. "Hope so.", opening it, revealing to be Edward Mason's lost wallet. His ID and all inside. As Rosalie rummaged around the small zippers and slots, she came across two five dollar bills and a white slip of paper between both of them. She pulled it out and handed it to her partner.

"this is no help...just is expired Ids and petty cash."

"uh...I think you better have a look at this paper again Rosie."

Glaring at him, the blonde Marshal snatched the small paper from his hand. And read that one line there, but that one line made her heart stop and blood run cold. Not even thinking, she pulled out her personal cell phone as she moved away from her worried partner and called her girlfriend.

Bella picked up on the last ring, "Hi baby, bored at-"

"Bella thank god! You are you okay?", Rose inquired questioningly, even though she meant it to be a statement.

There was a pause, "Yeah Rose? Why? Whats wrong?"

"Where are you? Are you sure you're fine?", Emmett waved a few officers over, quietly holding out of his hand to Rosalie. She gave him the wallet and paper immediately, as if it was too hot for her to touch at the moment.

"I'm fine honey, but are you?"

Rosalie let out a shaky breath, rubbing her forehead. Trying to calm herself down, figuring she was over reacting. "I uh...I just uh...got a bad feeling and had to check up on you. Make sure you were okay."

"Chasing down a fugitive aren't you?"

Rose smiled, glancing over at her partner who had long ago sent away the officers and was waiting on her patiently, he sent a smile her way and nodded. "Yeah we are...we lost him...and I just...I don't know. I had a small freak out over something that's probably nothing."

"Please humor me?", Rosalie asked, the feeling at the bottom of her stomach not going away.

Bella sighed, but Rose could practically feel her smile."you remember your first freak out, 5 years ago? When you and Emmett had to go down south, near Mexico for a few weeks for a manhunt. The guy, uh...Demetri...?"

Rose frowned, "When we started getting serious...I can never forget, I was so scared you were gonna leave me too. Some how he found out about you and I swear...I don't think I have ever been so damn scared in my life."

"To be honest, I was more scared for you than myself. I was actually...glad when Emmett shot him dead."

Rosalie chuckled, "Me too babe. Me too.", she glanced back at her partner, "Baby I'm in the middle of a case, but I promise to call you later okay?"

"I love you Rosalie."

"I love you too Miss Swan."

So...I know what some of you guys MIGHT be thinking. this story may be over soon. WRONG. Lol, it's just beginning.

Have a question though, you guys want Eddie dead or continue to just be dumb smart? Lol. either way. I can make it work.

Rosella moments are coming up soon too. as long as her family, finally! Jake/Alice drama coming soon. Baby mama drama too. Lol.

-MG