Well here's today's update, hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 4

I get changed out of my uniform and leave quickly. I'm glad that I was able to keep my tears at bay until I reach my apartment. As soon as I'm through the door, I'm a sobbing mess. The whole night I'm unable to sleep. The worry about what will happen when I arrive at work tomorrow plays in my mind.

In the morning, I hurry to get ready to go in early. I'm hoping to get a few things done I didn't finish yesterday. I walk out the door, and again run into someone. I step back and look up to see Edward standing there.

"Sir?" I get out before he pushes me back inside my apartment.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I swear I didn't say anything. I'm not sure how he found out." I roll my eyes a little. "He more than likely heard Mike and Eric, bragging about it. I didn't say anything. I know that this type of thing comes with working in the department and I need to take it. I know I'm just new and have a lot to prove." I stop talking unsure what the hell I'm saying or what I even mean to say.

"Isabella," Edward says softly, "I'm sorry about how I treated you. Can we agree to just move on?"

I look up and nod at him, but I only get half of the nod out before he looks so angry.

"I came by to make sure you had the right clothes on."

I frown at him, not understanding what he means.

"You're now working as a detective; so it's best that you dress like it. Business casual clothing, nice jeans, tops, but no official uniforms."

I nod at him and walk away. I pick out three outfits and show them to Edward, he holds out one for me to put on.

"That will be perfect. Make sure they are all this type of clothes, unless you have to appear in court. In court you will need to be in a business type suit. Now, get ready for work, detective. I'll see you when you arrive," he says before walking back out.

~*CD*~

I have been working with Edward for two months now. The time here, in the narcotics department, has been much better than those first days. Sometimes, I still get the feeling Edward hates me. Then there are other times where we seem to dive into just chatting, sharing personal information, and even laughing and joking with each other.

Take my twenty-seconded birthday for instance. I had just gotten dressed when there was a knock on my door. I was stunned to find a guy with a huge bouquet of flowers. He also had a bunch of balloons saying happy birthday and a large teddy-bear. The card that came with it said it was from every one at the narcotics department. I arrive at work to find only Keith there, I went over and thanked him for the flowers and he looked panicked saying he had no clue what I was talking about. I looked at the card again and this time I paid closer attention to the handwriting. It took me a few minutes, but I'm pretty sure it was all Edward. As each person arrived, no one said anything to me, until Edward arrived. Instead of him saying hello he said happy birthday.

At lunch time he asked me to run to Jasper's office to drop something off. When I got back I found someone had left me a picnic for my lunch. I look around the department to see that I was now the only one here. When I peeked in Edward's office he was hard at work. I asked if he would join me and he did, but he seemed surprised about what I had been left. That day left me the most confused. Sadly for me, my crush I had on him seems to have returned, and is now a lot stronger than before. I'm starting to think he has picked up on it. Maybe this is the reason he dislikes me. Maybe he is worried that I will be making a move on him.

"Good morning, Isabella." I look up from my desk as Edward walks past. Before I can say morning back, he's in his office and the door is closed.

I sigh just as my phone rings, I clear my throat picking it up.

"Bella Swan speaking," I say answering it.

"Hi, uh, I'm not sure what to say," a young girl's voice stutters on the other end.

"How about we start with your first name?" I say softly.

"Bree," she says and I smile.

"And how old are you, Bree?"

"Sixteen," she says a little easier.

"Okay, Bree, so tell me how I can help you?" I word it so she knows I'm willing to help her.

"Well, you did a talk at school a few months ago, and well, I just wanted to know if I could speak to you about something."

"Yes, of course you can talk to me about anything. Do want to come here?"

"I can't. I'll get into trouble. Um, can you, I mean, can't you meet me somewhere? Like someplace, that's not there. How about you meet me at the Café on fifty-second street?"

"I think that'll be okay. What time should I meet you there?"

"Would one o'clock be okay to meet?"

I nod to myself. "That works well for me, Bree. I'll see you at the Café at one o'clock."

I hang up and walk to Edward's office. I knock on the closed door and he yells at me to come in.

"Hi, Sir. I just got a call from a girl that attends the high school where I did the drug talk. She wants to talk to me at that old Café down on fifty-second street at one o'clock. I just wanted to make sure that was okay. I can always do it over my lunch break."

He sighs but nods at me. "Make sure you call when you get there, and when you leave to come back. It's police business clearly, so do it on the clock and bring back a receipt for bookkeeping."

I give him a smile and a nod. It's about twenty to one when I leave. After checking in with Edward, it takes me less than ten minutes to arrive. I send a text message to Edward after sitting in one of the booths. I keep an eye on the door, and I stand when a young semi-familiar girl walks in.

A/N: Well Edward's making some improvements to his attitude, let's hope it sticks.