?POV:

I stood in front of the door... this was it? I checked the address on the piece of paper again- well it was the right address... no doubt. I sighed and opened the door- it squeaked deafening...

"Hello?" I asked. Inside it was dark and dusty... I took a step inside and shook my head- this was no place for me in my condition... it just wasn't.

"Honey?" I asked. No answer. I found a light switch on the left side of the door and was surprised to see that a little light bulb lit up the small hallway. I frowned and than saw the arrow on the floor- a red one. I smiled. This was him. I followed the arrow straight to the door that was slightly opened. I entered without hesitating.

It was all dark. I could only see the little bit the light from the hallway gave me. All of the sudden the door fell shut. I let out a shocked scream. Than the light was turned on and I calmed down as soon as I saw him standing next to the door smiling at me.

"Oh it's you... You kind of scared me there..." I sighed. He smiled.

"Sorry love." He said and for some odd reason it sounded like he was apologizing for something else. The corner of his mouth twitched. I made a step in his direction.

"I lov..."

BPOV:

The time passed and before I realized it- it was December. Edward and I had turned to workaholics while the world around us turned into a winter wonderland. I stood in front of the huge panorama window in the bathroom on a Monday morning and sighed. I looked at the snow covered roofs and streets, the Christmas decorations, and the Boston Common that seemed so romantic now. Right than Edward's hand wrapped around me from the back and he leaned his chin on my shoulder.

"Good morning love." He mumbled. I turned my head slightly in his direction but couldn't take my eyes off of the amazing view in front of me.

"When did this happen?" I whispered.

"What do you mean? The fact that it's morning?" He asked with a chuckle. I shook my head.

"The snow, Christmas... everything." I whispered. He sighed and kissed my neck slowly.

"I think somewhere between levodopa-cardibopa and Oligodendragolima." He said and I giggled.

"So it happened about two weeks ago?" I asked and he nodded.

"Hu." I got out.

"What?" He asked.

"I didn't notice." I whispered.

"Hu." He said and than we watched silently as the sun rose and everything was touched by the warm winter light.

"Beautiful." I whispered. He sighed and kissed my shoulder.

"You always had been..." He mumbled and I smiled.

"It's about time we start to worry about your finals I dare say." Mr. Scrawl started and put his bag on the table. "As you may know I ALWAYS give individual tasks to everyone to a main topic. Last year for example I sent everyone to the theater to watch individual plays and than let them write a recension about it. You all know how HARD recensions are so you can be relieved that you don't have to do that. As you may also know I have a rate of 50 percent when it comes to people passing my finals so look at your neighbor and say goodbye because in 6 months either you or he/she will have failed my finals." He said and I swallowed. GREAT. "This seems strict and a little bit unfair but hey! life's not fair! So you better get used to it and anyway- those of you who'll pass are going to have a job by the end of next semester. I can promise you that." He said and everything was quiet- this was impossible. So your main topic is to write an article... yes I know- but before you get all excited and relieved I have clear restrictions when it comes to articles." He said and gave each one of us a 40 page long handout.

I sighed. This was IMPOSSIBLE. "And like I said I will assign you to your special topic." He said and looked at a sheet of paper. "Monroe- financial crises. Smith- banned books. Alison..." He called and the blond girl next to me sat up straight. "Alison I want something creative from you... surprise me." Everyone gasped- especially Alison. Something like that was IMPOSSIBLE. "Oh Swan... you can do a report on shoes or what ever may interest you." He said and my jaw dropped. The girl next to me huffed.

"That's not fair." She whined. I cleared my throat.

"Mr. Scrawl may I please get another topic?" I asked. Mr. Scrawl laughed.

"You want another topic?" He asked and I nodded my head. "Oh please- Miss Swan we both know that you won't be able to make it... so why the bother??" He said and I turned red. This was not fair.

"No. I want another topic." I said out loud and everyone started to whisper. Mr. Scrawl got me a long look.

"I don't do that for people that bought their way into this elite institution." He said and I gasped.

"I slept with the judge to get in here, too." The girl next to me pouted. I gave her a frown as did everyone else. Did she really say that out loud?

"I don't care which topic you give me... just... don't let me write about shoes." I begged. He gave me a strict look and than a smirk appeared on his face.

"Fine." He said and I sighed in relieve. "Alison and Swan switch topics." He said and turned away.

"What?!" I yelled but now he ignored me and gave everyone else their topic. Perfect... there was nothing I could talk about... every serious topic was taken already.

"This is not elementary school- this is real life Ladies and Gentlemen... so get your lazy butts out of here and start doing what I told you." He almost yelled. Everyone jumped up from their seats and got moving.

I groaned and threw my head back.

"He can't do that right? I mean there must be SOMETHING I can do... can't I?" I asked desperately. Jack chuckled.

"I am sorry Bella. I don't think so." He said and I hid my face in my hands.

"This is not fair... I want it to stop." I whined. Jack laughed.

"You should have sticked to the shoe topic." He said and I gave him a mean glare.

"Sure..." I said my voice dripping with sarcasm. I took another sip of my coffee and looked around. I was out with Jack for a coffee- we did this quiet frequently... Edward actually didn't know... I decided it wasn't important so I didn't tell him.

"How shall I go on, Jack?" I asked desperately. He smirked.

"Why aren't you choosing something completely over the top- something that is going to surprise him so much that he'll have no other choice than to let you pass." He said and I nodded.

"That's a really good idea... the problem is just that- THERE IS NO SUCH TOPIC." I yelled and he laughed.

"Oh come on... I bet there is something... for example this whole..." He trailed off. I lifted an eyebrow. He sighed. "I got nothing." He admitted. I was about to whine again when I saw a huge picture of a missing girl on the newspaper of a man next to us. I frowned. There was something I hadn't thought of... something in the back of my mind. All of a sudden I got the idea. I smacked my forehead and let out a relieved laugh.

"I got it." I called out and jumped up. Jack gave me a shocked look.

"OK... what is it?" He asked. I shook my head and put the money for my coffee on the table. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran away.

"I'll tell you later." I called and was gone. I jumped into my car and shook my head in disbelieve.

It was just a little light at the end of the tunnel... but it was an idea right? I drove along the streets and had to slow myself down. It was too icy to drive fast. It was just the perfect idea. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. I called the realtor of the apartment and we decided to meet right there. When I drove along the dirty road I already saw her car in front of the right building. It wasn't hard to guess that it was hers... I was sure that no one else in this region was able to afford such a car...

I went up the stairs until I stood in front of the right door- 4B. I smiled. Old memories came back and when I wanted to open the door- it fell to the ground. I laughed.

This apartment really hasn't changed.

"Miss Swan!" An excited voice said. I smiled when I saw the woman in the hallway. "So you really want to buy this beautiful apartment?" She asked.

"Well." I said and stepped on the door and wiped the dust off. Beautiful was something else. "Yeah." I said. "But first I want to look around again." I said and the realtor nodded.

"Of course." She said and showed me the kitchen, the living-room, the bathroom...

"And what's about the master bedroom?" I asked. She cleared her throat.

"Well there's a small problem with that." She said. My heart sank.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well you better take a look yourself." She mumbled and opened the door. I turned the light switch and smiled. Perfect.

"It somehow looks differently- don't you think? I will get a clean up service on my costs of course." She said but I shook my head.

"Oh no... don't worry about it... it's fine." I mumbled and smiled at all the blood in the room. My story- my article. I would find out who this woman was and why she got killed. This was amazing.

"Can you tell me something about this woman?" I asked. She frowned.

"The one that got killed here?" She asked and I nodded. "Well... It was a long time ago really... Lena Morgan- that was her name. She rented this apartment and well... one day she was found shot." The realtor said. I nodded. Amazing.

"I take it." I said. The realtor gave me a surprised look. "How much do you want for it?" I asked.

"I'll send you a bill." She said but I shook my head.

"Um... I would like to give you the cash..." I trailed off. I didn't want to tell Edward about my plans... it would just get me into trouble and because he is getting all the bills it wouldn't stay a secret for long.

"OK... let's say 7000?" She asked and I nodded.

"OK." I said. She gave me the keys and I laughed. "Yeah... I don't think I need them." I said and she laughed, too.

"That's probably true." She responded.

"I'll give you the money tomorrow then?" I asked and she nodded. After that she left and I was alone. I smiled at the blood stains and than left the apartment.

I drove to the next photo shop and bought a professional camera and than drove to Stan and Chey's apartment.

Stan opened the door and smiled at me. I gave him a hug.

"Hey big guy! How are you?" I asked and he laughed.

"You're in a really good mood today." He said and I nodded.

"We need to talk." I said. He gave me a confused look and than pulled me inside.

"You want something to drink?" He asked. I shook my head and sat down on the coach opposite from him.

"Where's Chey?" I asked.

"Studying." He said and I nodded. Perfect.

"OK. I am going to tell you something- but you have to promise that you won't tell anyone... not even Edward." I added. Stan raised an eyebrow.

"What's this all about?" He asked. I smiled.

"OK. I have to do this article for Mr. Scrawl. It's the work for my finals." I said and he nodded. "He gave me the free choice and I decided to report about a crime." I said in an excited voice.

"WHAT?!" He screamed. I nodded my head.

"I bought this crabby apartment that has this master bedroom where this woman got killed but they never found the murderer. So I am going to find him." I said. Stan shook his head.

"Are you out of your mind? You are going to kill yourself." He screamed.

"No. It happened a really long time ago." I said. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

"Bella this is insane." He mumbled.

"No. It's genius!" I said and he gave me a furious look.

"You are going to get in trouble... you know that- right?" He asked and I smiled and than nodded.

"So? It's going to be the best article- EVER." I said. Stan leaned back and groaned.

"You're impossible- do you know that?" He asked and I giggled. "So what do you need me for?" He asked.

"Well... I wanted to run some DNA tests and all... I need you for the whole medicine stuff..." I explained. He nodded slowly.

"No. You can forget that." He said. I laughed.

"Oh come on Stan... I don't have anyone else. Please?" I asked. He gave me a long look.

"Fine... but if this comes out I didn't know ANYTHING." He said and I nodded my head.

"Fair enough." I said and he swallowed.

"So... what do you know?"

"Well... I know that it was a woman and she got shot in her own master bedroom." I said and he nodded.

"That's not a lot."

"No it isn't... oh well... her name is... was Lena Morgan."

"OK... so how is this going to work?" He asked and I jumped up.

"Do you have something here for DNA samples?" I asked. He sighed and got some little tubes with something in it that looked a lot like Q-tips.

"Let's go then." He said.

We made our way to the apartment and Stan was more than surprised.

"How did you FIND something like this?" He asked and I smiled.

"I guess I was lucky." I said.

"Yeah right..."

We walked to the master bedroom and Stan let out an impressed whistle.

"Did they slaughter her?" He asked. I shook my head.

"As far as I know she was only shot." I said..

"OK. Let's take some blood and get out of here." He mumbled. I giggled. He was afraid. He took out one of those Q-tips that was already wet and scraped off some of the blood and than put it back in the tube.

"That's all you need?" I asked and he nodded.

"For now."

"So when will you have the results?" I asked.

"What do you want with them anyway?" He asked. "It's not like you can do anything with it." I shrugged my shoulder.

"Let that be my problem OK?" I asked and he sighed.

"Fine."

I was home again and did some research on the internet. I sat on the dinner table and looked through pages of unimportant nonsense. I chilled all of a sudden and than looked at the clock. It was 9pm already- where was Edward?

I sighed and leaned my head on my hand. This was leading to nothing. The only result of my two hour search was this article of her death... and there weren't a lot of information. Oh... and I knew that she got killed on the 4th April 2000. A really long time ago...

"What are you doing there?" Edward asked all of a sudden and scared me to death with it.

"Where have you been?" I asked without taking my eyes off the monitor.

"Oh I was in the library... they have an infinite amount of medical books." He said and I nodded. "Sorry I didn't call." He added and kissed my cheek.

"Oh it's fine." I mumbled.

"So what are you doing." He asked and looked over my shoulder. I stiffened and closed the laptop immediately.

"Oh... nothing." I said and gave him a smile. He gave me a frown and I kissed him quickly to turn his thoughts into a different direction. It worked- of course. Then he pulled away and gave me my favorite smile.

"You want something to eat?" He asked and kissed the back of my hand.

"No, I am not hungry." I said. He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

"I am going to eat something." He said and I laughed. "So... how was Mr. Scrawl's class? Do you finally get your information for the finals?" He asked.

"Um... yes we did... we have to write an article and he gave everyone an individual topic." I said and followed him into the kitchen.

"Oh really?" He asked. I nodded and hopped on the kitchen counter.

"Yeah... my one is going to be about shoes." I said and rolled my eyes. He lifted an eyebrow.

"I am sorry love." He mumbled and gave me a chased kiss- interrupting the slicing of the peppers for a second.

"It's fine... I am going to have the best article of the century..." I said and smiled. He gave me a content smile.

"I bet you do." He whispered and stroked my leg. I smiled at him and watched him fixing dinner. My thoughts drifted away and before I knew it they were back on the case... I needed to see Lena Morgan's file... but how should I get it? It's not like people could just walk into the police office and take what they want... I sighed... this would be harder than I thought...

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