Fran betas. Jill, Ariel, and Pearly preread. I don't own Twilight or the FBI.


"You want to do what, now?" The Chief stands in front of me, leaning over with his hands on the edge of my desk. His maroon tie hangs over my scattered papers, the pudge of his pre-retirement belly brushing the cheap formica, and he looks down at me as if I just said 'can I pretty please dress like an alien during pride month and stand on the street corner ringing a bell and screaming ET PHONE HOME.'

Aro Vossa is my father's best friend, and now my current boss. Hell, he may as well be like a second father to me as it is. So why is he looking at me like this is, in any way, out of the norm?

"I want to go undercover for Miss Swan's date. This Jacob guy is a creep and I need to make sure someone is there to step in if he tries to pull anything shady."

"So send one of the new guys," he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest with one eyebrow raised.

I shrug like it's no big deal because it's not.

"You're acting fucking weird, Cullen."

"Jesus christ, Chief, I'm just getting a little restless here. I need to be in the middle of the action for a little bit."

He stares me down, as if he has the patience to break me or something. But there genuinely is nothing to break. Jacob has recorded evidence on his phone that the girls he's been with, while having consented, their consent was nowhere near enthusiastic like it should be. They are all clearly under the influence, some of them only barely conscious. If there's a chance he could be thinking about pulling that shit with Bella, it's my job to be there to stop it.

"Fine. I want a full report, and if you see nothing suspicious, you back off. Got it? I don't need you starting this new hobby of going to the dates of all your cases. I know your love life is scarce, son, but this doesn't count," Aro chortles, backing out of my office.

"My love life is fine," I grumble to a closed door.

Sighing, I pull a cigarette from my pack, tapping it on the table a few times before bringing it to my lips to light it.

When I turn back to my computer, Bella has posted a new picture on her Facebook that makes me immediately rush to tap into her webcam, praying she has her screen open like she usually does.

The dress she wears is simple in design. A jewel-toned blue that sways a little when she walks. It's the way it cinches in every single one of the curves I didn't even know she had that makes it so...well, hot is putting it mildly but I'm afraid I can't come up with a better adjective right now.

Her waist is tiny, her breasts the perfect small swells, hell even the curve of her neck and further down on her calves are fucking sinful. Pair that with the styled waves of her long, chestnut hair, and the deep red she's painted on her lips, and there's no denying it.

I was wrong about Isabella Marie Swan. She's not ordinary at all. She's fucking stunning.

Fuck.


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