Previously on The Cop:

Whatever was going on in his head, whatever was between him and Rosalie had "temporary" written all over it. They were both from two

different worlds. They both wanted different things. She didn't even like him. As soon as Snake Eyes was in custody she's go her way and he'd go

his.

While he was stewing over this, he would-be killer was planning his next move and the police were already making there case against

Jacob Black. He swore again but this time at himself. By some twist of fate, she was still alive. If he wanted her to stay that way, he needed to

stay towards the plan and do his job. He picked up his recorder and focused on the whiteboard.

Rosalie wasn't sure how long she'd been standing behind Emmett, watching him. She put on one of his shirts and followed the sounds of a soft jazz saxophone. She should have knocked and signaled her presence but he looked so intent while talking through a small recorder that she decided to wait.

He was working. That realization helped ease the hurt that she felt when she woken up to find she was alone. She was a little stupid to

think that when she woke up to find him gone as a form of rejection. She clearly needed to work on the sex buddy thing. Something else that

was clear that he had an easier time than she did. He hair was a little damp from the shower he took, so was her. Since his back was to her,

than she could look her fill. He wore nothing but a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips and was barefoot. She tried to remember if she ever

thought bare feet were sexy. He ran his hand through his hair and heat instantly pooled to her center. That's all it took. He didn't even have to

touch me to make me want him all over again. She wanted to walk up to him and wrap her arms around him and feel his hard body pressed

against hers.

Get a grip, Rose. Breathe. No she couldn't. She used his soap and shampoo. She could smell his scent on her.

Think. Someone was trying to kill you. It would be much simpler to concentrate on that fact. She shifted her gaze to look around the room.

It was lightly furnished. It reminded her of the apartment she used in her apartment. It was a small office but it had no window, and no

distraction. That's exactly how she likes it. She had a couch. Her computer was a laptop and her choice of music was different too. She

preferred the classics, sometimes Pop, and R & B music. It lightens the mood. I use the classics to work in the office— Galway on the flute, Bell

on the violin. But when I'm cooking I like to have some upbeat music. Like S Club 7, Backstreet Boys, Destiny Child, En Vogue, TLC, the usual.

Cooking is supposed to be about the fun of creating something new. I like to be able to have fun while I'm cooking.

And instead of a whiteboard, she has a cork on the wall where I set up my research and ideas on new recipes. When she looked closely

at the whiteboard she saw a sketch of the crime scene. That's when her brain registered to what Emmett was saying on that small recorder

"…Witness saw five people enter through the side of the door at the sacristy. The bride and the mystery brunette. The groom and his

driver/bodyguard. And Jacob Black. She didn't see the man she calls Snake Eyes come in, neither did she see Alice, the brides older sister come

in. So they must have entered through the main door."

"Someone must have let Snake Eyes in. I don't know Alice Brandon. Who's she?"

Emmett whirled around to face me as I entered the room. "I'm working."

I lifted an eyebrow. "I can see that. Your trying to figure out what happened at the church and why. Your captain wouldn't approve but I do.

Let me help you."

Emmett narrowed his eyes. "I work better alone."

"So do I, but I have invested interest in this and I want my life back." I narrowed my eyes. "I bet you do too, aside from babysitting me. It has

something to do with your brother, Edward, doesn't it? When I asked you before you said "Maybe". She folded her arms across her chest.

"What's Edward's involvement in all of this?"

Emmett opened his mouth and the look in his eyes had her temper flaring. "Don't go giving me that speech about how you're the cop

and that you're the one giving the orders. I think we've gotten beyond that. And…" She left the sentence trail off when his lips twitched.

"What." She asked.

"Fair is fair. If I have to stop giving orders, so do you. Deal?"

She felt her own lips start twitching now. "Maybe, But first you have to tell me your special interest in this case is."

After he finished telling her about Edward's relationship with Jacob Black and that the police were building a case against him. She

moved to him and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry. What can I do to help?"

Emmett felt surprise and something else that moved through him— not the passion he felt before. This was different, warm and sweet. And

when he put his arms around her it just felt right.

Rosalie was the one to pull away first. She turned form him and she was all business as she studied the whiteboard. "We'll just have to

figure out what happened at the church."

A/N: Sorry you guys. It's been awhile I know since I last updated a new chapter. I hope you guys like it and you'll review me your

opinions. If you like it. Send me some ideas of what you want to happen next and I'll pick which one I think would go with the story.