Hello everybody! Sorry it's taken a while to update, I've been on holiday.

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawh I just watched the CSI: NY episode when Danny and Lindsey got married :D Sorry, I just had to say. Enjoy!


Chapter 11 - I Don't Believe You

Jacob Black felt the cold metal cut into his wrists even more as the police officer pushed him into the chair. They had to practically tackle him to the ground in that forest; there were about ten of them present just to be able to cuff him. The werewolf desperately wanted to show them his strength, but then the final stage of his plan would fail.

A detective walked into the interrogation room, and sat down on the table opposite.

"Y'know, I could complain about police brutality to you, detective." He grinned, "The way your guys jumped on top of me, it could've broken something." Little does he know it would've broken the cops themselves, he mentally added. He heard the police officer take a sharp, angry breath outwards from behind him.

"But it didn't, did it Jacob?" The detective replied, grinning back sarcastically. "You don't have a scratch on you."

"I wasn't talking about me." Jacob snarled.

"Oh, so you were talking about the two CSIs that got put in the hospital, buddy? Now how would you know anything about that?" The officer replied, his voice getting more agitated by every word.

The werewolf's grin faded. Oh snap, he just got himself found out.

"I-I…uhh…It was…It was self defense." He mumbled as the door knocked. The police officer opened it and a blonde woman walked in with a plastic evidence bag in her hand.

"Hey Jim." She acknowledged the detective, who nodded in return.

"Mr. Black, I'm Catherine Willows, and I've been watching the interrogation." She said, pointing to the one way mirror on the wall. "You said that you acted in self defence?" She asked, taking a seat next to the detective.

"Uh, yeah, that lady was pointing a gun right at me. I was just taking a stroll in the forest, y'know?"

"Mr. Black, that is a whole lotta-" Jim began, leaning over the table and speaking angrily at the teenager. Catherine stopped him.

"Jim, let me handle this." She said calmly. "Mr. Black, this is a bullet that was extracted from the criminalist that you shot." she held up the bag, and Jacob could see now that it contained a small, blackened bullet. "Now, the striations that were left on the gun match the CSI who you shot, and we got prints from the gun that match yours."

"Wha? How did you get my fingerprints?" Jacob exclaimed, panicked. This wasn't going well at all.

"From a toothbrush that your father provided us with. Luckily he hadn't touched the area with the prints on, so the partial we found on it was a definitive match to the ones on Ms. Sidle's gun."

"You shot her, Jacob." Jim added. "Which means you probably knocked the other CSI present unconscious too."

"It wasn't…like that." Jacob sighed, twiddling his thumbs as he began to tell the cops his version of the crime.


Jacob Black's feet crunched on the dried, brown leaves. This place wasn't like the reservation at all. He stopped as he heard voices coming from the left; and they were talking about waiting for someone. They were a few miles North from where he was, so he began to run towards the source. As he got closer he discovered that there were two people waiting, and that they had heard him.

Maybe it was Edward and his gang.


"Hang on a second, did you just admit to being near the lake?" Jim asked the teen.

"…"


The werewolf entered a clearing, where he was immediately met by the end of a gun barrel. As he looked down it he could practically see the bullet in place, ready to kill him.

"Freeze!" A woman shouted as a guy crept closer towards him.

"Who are you?" he asked, snarling slightly.

"M-my name is J-Jacob Black. Please, I haven't done anything wrong!" He replied, raising his hands above his head. The woman let out a cold, harsh laugh the chilled Jacob to the bone. She looked at the man and nodded, signalling him to restrain the werewolf.

"No, stop!" Jacob shouted, pushing the cop away from him with all of his strength. He ran up to the woman, whose finger was ready to pull the trigger. He prised the gun out of her hands and pulled it towards himself, not realising that it was pointing towards the female, who was charging at her.

He shot the gun, thinking it was pointing at the floor, to scare her off, but instead the bullet landed just above the woman's name tag. She keeled over, and fell to the floor, leaving the teenager to flee from the two cops.


"You're lying" Jim shouted angrily, drawling out the last word. "CSI Sidle would never plan to shoot a guy if they seemed innocent, and Mr. Sanders is a trainee so he doesn't have the authority to restrain you.

"Unless you have any evidence that proves I'm a liar, then I guess you're going to have to take my word for it." Jacob replied smugly, leaning back in his chair and grinning again.

"Mr. Black, do you know Isabella Swan?" Catherine asked, looking the teen straight in the eyes.

"Yeah, we were pals until… she moved away." Jacob replied, not wanting to tell them about the Cullens and their twisted lifestyle.

"Well it seems you've been spending a lot of time with her."

"Been travelling across the US with her, Jacob?" Jim asked bitterly.

"…No." He replied.

"Well we have evidence that you have been in multiple crime scenes that she has been in, too. It would seem you have… strange DNA."

"Excuse me?"

"It contains genes associated with canines, more specifically… wolves."

"I uh... I don't know…"

"And it was found in a house covered in Bella's blood, as well as a crime scene with five murders of innocent civilians. It matches the DNA off of a toothbrush your father gave us."

"You killed them, and you killed Bella in Lake Mead." Jim said, making Jacob shake his head madly.

"No, no NO! That leech got to her first!" He shouted, making the officer behind him jump.

"The leech you left notes to at each crime scene?" Catherine asked, showing him pictures of the note found in the house and the one scratched into the sand.

"She never… appreciated me." He snarled, looking into Catherine's eyes. "All she cared about was him."

"Is 'he' Edward Cullen by any chance?" Jim asked.

"If you knew what he did to my people, you'd arrest him too."

"Only we're not going to arrest him because he hasn't killed anyone." Jim interjected, making Jacob laugh.

"I only killed those five people to make a point. To remind him of who he is and what he's done to my Bella."

"You're Bella? What is she, your property?" Catherine said, getting angry at how Jacob was speaking about this poor girl. "A disposable girlfriend or something?"

"It wasn't like that. She isn't dead. I stole some of her blood that Dr. Carlisle keeps in the hospital. I spread it across the house so that Edward would think he is dead and that he would leave Bella alone. I just wanted her to myself."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know, she might be in the hospital or somethin'. Someone came to save her."

"Jim, I'll check with Desert Palm for arrivals." Catherine said to the detective. She turned around at the door and looked Jacob Black straight in the eye. "You wanted her for yourself? Now you're not going to have him at all." The door closed harshly behind him and Jim said to the police officer,

"Take him away."


Edward idled at the door handle; he wasn't sure if he was ready to see Bella in a hospital bed… again.

But nonetheless he opened the door and saw Bella lying still on a bed, with a machine keeping track of her heart rate and a drip full of fluid.

"…Bella." he whispered, for that was all he could say at the moment. He wanted to say more; 'What did he do to you?' 'How are you feeling?' 'I've missed you so much.' But his lips wouldn't move at such an awful sight.

But she was alive, and Edward mentally thanked his lucky stars that she still had her life ahead of her.

He walked towards the chair next to the bed, and sat himself down. He had a feeling that she would wake up sometime soon, and he wanted to be there to hear her voice for the first time in ages.

Just as he had hoped, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at Edward with adoring eyes.

"Edward… you saved me…" She replied, her voice sounding hoarse from her near-drowning.

"No Bella, you saved me. If you had…died, then I don't think I would be able to exist anymore. I've told you this so many times before, but it's true. You're my reason for existing."

Bella smiled and extended her hand out towards his, which he held.

"I've missed you." She whispered, saying exactly what Edward wanted to say himself.

"You read my mind." He grinned as he stood up and hugged Bella, promising to himself that he would never let this happen to her ever again.


Gil, Nick and Greg sat on the chairs outside the operating room, with glazed over eyes. Greg had been discharged from the doctor and hour previously and he didn't want to go home without making sure that Sara was going to be okay. The nurse hadn't updated them since she had given Nick the bullet they had extracted from Sara's ribcage half an hour ago; which Nick had rushed to the lab and drove back at full speed, not wanting to miss at thing.

It was Grissom who first stood up when a doctor burst through the doors, pulling the gloves off of his hands. He was followed by Greg and then Nick as the presence of the doctor finally hit them.

"How is she?" Grissom asked, not sure as to what the answer may be, unlike the many suspects he had interviewed in the police station.

"Well, we managed to sew up the artery that the bullet had penetrated and we did our best to re-align the ribs that were damaged in the ricochet of the bullet, so I think she will be okay in about a month or so."

Grissom, Nick and Greg all ginned in unison, the latter even going so far as to o a little jump in celebration, and they asked where her hospital room will be. The doctor directed them, and the three went to wait for her arrival.


So, yeah, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! There's more, though. Stay tuned! :D

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