A/N:
Yeah! Another update! We are going further into the story and some more! I hope you like it. This chapter has some twists in it.

I have to thank Mkystich for beta'ing my story. I love her ideas and I love her help!

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Chapter eleven

BPOV

This whole day has been strange, but the moment Jasper told me he wanted to talk to me was the moment I realized I was in too deep.

I was glad his phone rang, because it gave me a great escape. On my way up, Charlotte stopped me to tell me dinner was ready, but I couldn't face Jasper or her just yet. I told her I would be right back and went into my room.

I'm in love. Is it soon? Yes, but I don't care. I love him, and I want to tell him, but the secrets between us will make everything worse.

The love I feel for Jasper is clouding my judgment. I have to stay professional, but at this point I don't know to do that anymore.

I don't know how long I had been standing here, but I knew I was crying. I have to make a big decision, one that will determine how our future will go.

"Isa." Jasper voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I turn around. He looks so handsome in those black jeans. I love those jeans. "Everything alright?"

"I'm fine," I lie. Even if I wasn't fine, I can't tell him the truth. It doesn't matter that I love him; it's wrong.

"Don't lie to me, Isa." Jasper sees through my deceit. "I can see that you've been crying. What happened?"

"Nothing. I just realized something." It's only a half-truth, and I can see that Jasper doesn't believe me either.

"What?" he asks me. This is the moment I don't know what to tell him. I don't even know what to believe myself. I know I'm supposed to get close to him, because my job is to get the information the police need, but a large part of me is telling me to forget business and to follow my heart.

"I don't know how to tell you, Jasper, it's complicated." I tell him, sighing. He gives me a small smile.

"We have time, but first you have to eat something." He takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. Jasper gives me a plate of something that looks of stew. Angela is sitting next to me and gives me a small smile.

Before I realize it, my plate is empty. Jasper smiles and asks me if I was hungry. I'm ashamed to admit, but Jasper ignores it and gives me a second plate.

Jasper takes my plate again and fills it with more food. "It's Charlotte's famous dish. Everybody in the family loves it."

"It's delicious."

Angela stands up, saying she is going to go to her room. Her behavior has changed the last couple of hours. It seems she became colder towards me and Jasper.

It's then that I realize that only Jasper and I are left in the kitchen.

"Where is Charlotte?" I'm trying to avoid the inevitable. I don't want to have the talk, but I know I have to. It will clear the tension between us. Jasper answers my question and I take another bite after responding with the most brilliant answer ever.

"We need to talk," Jasper eventually says.

I put my utensils down and agree we need to talk. Neither of us start, and after closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I try and seek out my courage. I want to start this conversation and get it over with.

After saying his name, Jasper puts his finger on my lips, keeping me silent.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispers.

"It's not okay, Jasper." It isn't okay. I love him, and it will end up putting the two of us in danger. It will also put the case in danger. I have to make a decision.

"Why not?" he asks.

That's the million dollar question, and I couldn't give him a straight answer. Maybe it's better to leave this all behind. Leave this house, leave him, and the case behind me. My department head should look for someone else to go undercover.

I've made a decision.

"Because," I start, and look him in the eye. The affection I see make me waver. I couldn't tell him, so I decided to change tactics. "I still love Anthony."

Jasper looks shocked, obviously not expecting that to come out of my mouth. I know if he knows that I love him, but deceiving him by being an undercover, he would go ballistic. I'm scared of losing him completely, before I even got him.

"What are you saying?" His blue eyes looking straight into my brown ones. I think he's trying to decipher if I'm telling the truth. His postures becomes rigid, and out of the corner of my eye I can see that he's fisting his hands.

"What I'm saying is even if I'm getting some feelings for you," I start, trying to find the courage to sound strong. "I will not act on them."

I hope he isn't hearing the hesitation in my voice, because it would only prove to him that I'm lying.

"I don't understand, Isa." His voice sounds almost pained, and I fully realize he really didn't expect this coming from me. It helped me to create a healthy distance between us. I just have to let him believe I love someone else more than him.

This way I can stay close to him, but still keeping the right amount of distance between us. He will try to convince me of his love for me, but I will stay strong. I need to. I stand up and walk up to him. Taking his hands in mine, I look into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm not going to play with your heart, Jasper. I like you, I really do, but I love Anthony more."

The lies rolled off my tongue with such ease; I can only hope they sounded believable.

"What?" he yelled out after a moment. I could tell he was trying his hardest to not raise is voice any higher. "I can't believe you."

"Why is it so hard to believe? I've known Anthony for a very long time," I scream, letting go of his hands. "It's not like you know me that well."

"He used you." By now we are both screaming. "He only wanted you so he could earn money. He gave you drugs and sold you to other guys to have sex with them.

I stand up, still looking into his eyes. "He was there for me time after time, even when it was hard."

"Even when you were in rehab?" he probes.

I walk past him and out of the kitchen. I can't answer that question, partly because the lie is getting bigger than it was meant to be, but I also had a feeling he would see through the lie if I kept adding on.

"Isa," Jasper calls. I stop, but don't turn around, afraid of what I might see in his eyes. "I think it's better to pack your bags."

This time I turn around. "What?"

"You can still run the restaurant." He disregards my question. "I will call Felix to take you to your apartment."

"Are you really going to do this?" I whisper. I can't believe him. I'm finally getting so close to him, and he throws me out. "You are throwing me out."

He looks up and his blue eyes show only hurt, and it matches is stance. While he normally has a strong look around him, he is now closed off.

"It's better for all of us."

"I-I." I stop talking and turn around, leaving him behind. By now I'm crying and I hope he doesn't notice. Part of me is happy for moving out, because it will bring my focus back on the case, but the other part of me is hurt. If he can throw me out like a rag doll could he have ever loved me enough?

Once in my room I start packing all my stuff. A knock interrupts me, and when I look at the door I see Charlotte standing in the doorway.

"Charlotte," I gasp is surprise. "I thought you went home."

"I was doing some laundry," she answers. "I heard your conversation."

I turn back to packing my stuff. I take a book from my night table and put in my bag. "It's nothing."

"You're lying, Isabella." she declares. "I know you are."

"How can you know? You don't know me."

"Maybe not, but I know that what you told Jasper isn't true." Charlotte walks into the room and sits down on the bed. "I just don't know why you are lying."

"I'm not," I say, fisting my hands, not believing the guts this woman has. "And even if I was, why would I tell you?"

If she can see through my lies, how long will it take for Jasper to discover the real story?

"Jasper is like a son to me," she explains. "You were the first girl he has allowed within the walls he has built around himself in the last couple years."

Amazed by her words, I look at her, before sitting down next to her.

"Shocked?" she smiles. "I was hoping you were the girl that could warm him up. Could make him smile more."

"Apparently, I'm not the girl," I reply.

"I still believe you are," Charlotte explains. "I saw him smile more with you than I had seen in the last couple of years."

"I think it's your imagination," I tell her. "I'm sorry for getting your hopes up."

I take my bag and leave the room.

"My gut feelings are never wrong." I hear her say, but I just keep walking. In need to leave this place as fast as possible. Once downstairs, I see Jasper sitting in the living room, but I ignore him, and walk straight to the front door.

"Felix is on his way," he calls out. "Just wait for him."

"I'll call a cab." I take out my cell.

"Don't be stubborn, Isa."

"Isabella," I correct him. "My name is Isabella. Only my friends can use my nicknames."

He looks upset with my cold behavior towards him, but it's for my own good. If he wants to place some distance between us, I'm going to create my own.

"Please don't do this," Jasper pleads.

"Do what?" I scream. "It's all your doing. You told me to move out. You are the one who pushed me away." I take a calming breath and even the tone in my voice. "I will be at work tomorrow at nine in the morning."

I walk outside and ignore his calls for me to wait inside. I call the cab company and they tell me I have to wait a couple of minutes before one can arrive.

LGOR

Once I arrive at my apartment I start to cry. I know creating distance between Jasper and I is for the best, but it hurts. It hurts more than I care to admit.

I wipe away my tears and flop down on the sofa. My phone rings and I look at the ID and see it's one of my contacts.

"Marcus," I greet him. "Some news."

"That girl," he starts. "Angela Webber."

"Yes, what about her?"

"She isn't kidnapped," he tells me. "Her parents sent her to rehab after discovering her addiction to cocaine."

"What?" I can't believe this. "How did you discover this?"

"I looked up her family and called them," he answers. "They're actually living a few blocks from where your apartment is."

That's great. It gives me the opportunity to find out why Angela is lying. "Send me the address and send someone. I'm going to talk to them."

"Bella," he says with a warning tone. "You have to be careful."

"I will, Marcus," I stand up walking into my room. I go into the safe that's hidden in my closet and take out the necessary stuff. "I just have to know the truth. That girl lied to my face about her kidnapping."

"Someone will be there in ten," he says with reluctance, but I have a feeling he knows why I have to do this.

"Thanks," I reply before putting my cell in my pocket, and taking my badge and gun.

LGOR

The sun is already set, but it doesn't matter. I need to do this tonight. The more I know about Angela Webber, the better.

Outside the apartment I see the Mini Cooper, the department gave to me. It's dark blue and fits my undercover character perfectly. I never had the need to use it, until now. I pull out of my parking spot and make my way to the address that Marcus texted me.

Expecting to see Edward, I'm surprised to see my brother.

"Emmett."

"Bellsie." He walks up to me and twirls me around. "How are you?"

He puts me down and I look up at him. "Fine. I'm getting used to this assignment."

"We miss you."

"I miss you all too. How are Riley and Rosalie?"

"Riley is fine. He finally graduated from the academy and now has to do the standard walk around and shadow someone for a few days, but we all did it, so he's not too worried. At the same time he's nervous about Rose."

"You mean the pregnancy?" I question.

Emmett nods. "In two months he will be a father, and he thinks he's not ready."

"Rose and Riley will be great parents." I smile. "Just like you and Edward are."

Emmett frowns. "What happened between you two?"

I shrug. "He's mad at me. I was hoping to talk to him."

"Bells," Emmett sounds worried and try to push me to tell him the truth. Deep inside, I want to, but he wouldn't understand why I did it.

"Let it go, Em." I walk to the front door. "I will talk to Edward when this task is over."

He shakes his head, but comes over. I take a good look at him and notice he isn't wearing his uniform, just his badge. I start to wonder why he was sent to help me.

"Why are you here?"

"Edward didn't want to come," he tells me. "He said it could be dangerous if you were seen together. But I have a feeling there is another reason as to why he refused to take this job."

I'm hurt. He's my brother-in-law, but more important he was my confidant and best friend. Emmett is looking at me, expecting to tell him that reason, but I can't tell him that.

"I don't know why he would lie, bro." I knock on the door, stating that the conversation is over.

We both are waiting for the door to open when a young boy answers the door. He has brown, messy hair, and brown eyes. He's wearing glasses that make him look cute. I guess he is around six years old. He's wearing those pajamas from that Cars movie and looks tired. He looks like a younger and male version of Angela, and I know he is one of her brothers.

"Hi," I greet him with a small smile. "My name is Detective Isabella Swan. Are your parents home?"

"Thomas, who is at the door?" a woman's voice calls out. She turns the corner and stops when she sees us. "Thomas, go to your room."

The little boy goes to the stairs slowly, but we wait until he's out of earshot before talking.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you at this ungodly hour," Emmett apologizes. "We are here to talk to you about your daughter."

"Who are you?" she asks us.

I take my ID and show it to her. "I'm detective Swan and this is Captain Swan. I presume Angela Webber is your daughter?"

Mrs. Webber nods and let us inside. "Come in."

We follow her to the living room and sit down.

"Is this about the call I got earlier from Inspector Tylers?" she asks us.

"Indeed," I affirm. "I'm working on case, and she crossed my path."

"What case?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you much about it, but…" I hesitate, because the next part will be very sensitive. I look at Emmett and he only nods, saying that I have to tell the poor woman the truth. "Angela was found working as a prostitute to pay for her addiction."

Okay, maybe not really tactful. It's just like a band-aid. You pull it off really quickly.

Mrs. Webber started crying and puts her hand over her mouth. I can only assume she's trying to stay quiet so her other children can't hear.

"We are here to get more information about her," Emmett goes further in our questioning. "We want to know why she's doing this."

"I really don't know," Mrs. Webber confides to us. "It all started three years ago. She started to act differently. She had met someone. We never got to see him or her."

"What do you mean?" I ask her, curious at who the mystery person was.

"She met him at her graduation party for High School. It was the first time we let her go to a party." Mrs. Webber turns to the fire place, and on the mantel stood an array of different pictures. I stand up to take a closer look. Angela looks so different in these that even I can see that I never met the same girl as on these pictures. In one of them she is smiling with each arm wrapped around one of her younger brothers. She's wearing a classic blue, but old fashioned, dress. The dress line comes below her knees and it didn't show any cleavage.

"My husband is the reverend at the nearby church," she explains. I look at her and give her a small smile, before going back to my seat. "Angela always complied with everything we did. She had her freedom."

"So she could do what she wanted?" Emmett inquires.

"Of course, there were some rules, but she always followed them. When she asked to go to the party, we both hesitated, but wanted to show her that we loved her and trusted her. We wanted her to spread her wings a little." Mrs. Webber puts her head in her hand. "Until this day, I regret my decision, because it changed everything."

"I'm sorry to ask this," I tell her. "But we really have to know what happened?"

"She started to come home late, never telling us where she went. I had a feeling there was more going on than just rebelling. The whole summer we saw her a couple of times. One night we got a phone call from a precinct in Brooklyn. She was arrested for drugs possession. She had to do 200 hours of community service because it was her first arrest."

I look at Emmett and he gives me a small nod, indicating that he will look it up.

"Did she come back?"

Mrs. Webber shakes her head. "It got worse. We tried to keep her close to us, but she sneaks away at night. Three days before she ran away we came into her room and she was taking cocaine. In that moment my husband and I decided to put her into rehab. When we went to take her to the clinic she was gone. Her clothes and stuff were gone."

"When was this?" Emmett asks.

"Almost a year and a half ago."

"I think we have enough information for now," I tell her with a tight smile. I had expected to hear a story about Angela, but not this. "Thank you, and once again my apologies for disturbing you."

Emmett stands up and I follow his lead, shaking Mrs. Webber's hand.

"You've seen her?" she asks me, and I can only nod. "How is she?"

I don't know how to tell her this, because her daughter is still using, and even deceiving everyone around her.

"She's okay, I guess," I tell her. "She still has a long way ahead, but she will get there."

I didn't tell her the exact truth, but neither a complete lie. Angela had a long way ahead, but before she can start it, she has to be honest to herself and the people close to her.

"We really have to go."

Mrs. Webber shows us back to the front door and before closing the door behind us, she says one last thing.

"Tell her I love her."

Walking back to our cars, I knew that I could never tell Angela what her mother told me, because that would give away my cover.

"What are you going to do now?" Emmett asks me when we arrived at his car.

"Going back to the apartment."

"I meant with the information?"

"I don't know, Em," I answer truthfully, running my hand through my hair. "It's a lot to take in. Angela told me that she was kidnapped. The story we just heard is the complete opposite of it."

"Is it possible that someone is trying to use her?"

"What do you mean?" Not entirely sure what my brother meant with it.

"I mean, someone like James. Seducing girls and then giving them a drugs until they are hooked."

Hearing that name takes my breath away. I know James is gone, and I will never have to see him again, but the name still stung. He made into a girl I never wanted to be.

"And once she's hooked she has to buy the stuff?" I say, wiping a tear from my cheek. It brings back the memories I thought I had locked away.

"But she can't pay for it without asking her parents for money, so he has a proposition."

"Stop!" I yell. "I don't want to hear anymore."

Emmett hugs me close to him. "It's over," he whispers in my ear.

"Is it really over?" I ask him, realizing that Edward's words were true. James is locked up, but he can always get out and come back from me.

"He never got to you because Dad and I were just in time."

"In time…," I repeat his last words. "What would have happened if I really…"

I can't think about what could have happened, because that would have changed my whole life. I pull myself out of Emmett's hug and walked to my car.

"Bells," I turn around. "Be careful."

"Don't worry." I tell him. He steps into his car, and I watch him driving away. "Even if I'm worried myself."

I walk to my car and open the door. Across the street, in the shadows, I see a figure. Looking up, I see the figure has disappeared.

Is it possible?

Shaking my head, I step into my car and go home.

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