Thanks to: Fran the Best Beta Ever, and Jill, Ariel, and Pearly for being the best friend's a girl can have.
Angela Weber is very likely the only other agent I consider to be capable in the entire unit. This is precisely why I choose her to go as my 'date' to watch Bella.
If shit hits the fan, Weber is who you want by your side. She's loyal, tenacious, and honestly pretty hot.
Just don't tell her husband I say so. Dude may look like he's only capable of running a kick ass Dungeons and Dragons campaign, but he genuinely could probably whip my ass if I weren't a trained FBI Agent that could kill a man with only my finger.
Not that I've done that...
Of course, I'm no slouch. I take care of myself. Workout, run, keep myself in shape in case I have to take a more active role in my career, such as now.
I digress.
Weber also comes in handy if something goes down that requires Bella to be frisked or questioned. It's always better to have a woman on your team when handling a female, although after seeing Bella like I did tonight, it wouldn't exactly be a hardship to have to take on that role.
Focus, Cullen. Jesus fuck.
"You know, in a different life you wouldn't have to orchestrate such a grand scheme to go on a date with me, Cullen," Angela teases, sliding into the leather seat of my Mercedes.
"In a different life I'd keep you too busy being barefoot and pregnant to have time for a date."
"Ah, such a romantic. How is it you don't have a girlfriend again?" She sighs sarcastically.
"No time. No need," I retort flatly.
Yes, I am sick of every single human in my life constantly bringing up my single status. I don't care, so why should they?
"So, brief me. What's the goal tonight?" Angela smooths the deep red satin of her dress over her legs as I pull from the curb, and for just a tiny, fleeting second, I wonder what it would be like to have Bella in my passenger's seat instead. Running her hands over that blue fabric, maybe lifting it up a bit to reveal miles of creamy thigh.
I have to distract myself, and fast.
"She's a new case of mine. Isabella Swan," I run through all of the basic information from memory. This part isn't out of the ordinary, I'm very good at memorizing hard facts about my subjects. It's the subtle nuances of their lives and personalities I have to work hard to obtain and store in my internal filing system.
"Okay, sounds good. And why are we watching her? Is she under investigation?"
"No, nothing like that. It's the man she's on a date with." I catch Angela up on why Jacob Black is dangerous and by the time I'm done speaking, she's looking at me curiously from the corner of her eye. "What?"
"Oh, nothing, just...are you sure this isn't a bit more personal?"
By the time I've briefed her, we've made it to the little Italian restaurant that Jacob chose for their date. It's swanky, but I've been here before. One of those pretentious places that cost a fortune but the food sucks.
"Ang, I'm sure. I'm just doing my job."
I have to remove myself from the car before she has time to respond, because I do not want to have this conversation any longer. Yet, as irritated as I may be with her, I still open her door like the gentleman I am.
And while we're walking into the restaurant, I'm sure the fluttery feeling in my stomach is due from the thrill of being undercover and has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I'm about to see Bella in person for the first time.
Ah, Agent Cullen. So dumb for such a smart man.
