Beta: Fran

Prereaders: Jill, Ariel, and Pearly

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I don't own: Twilight or the FBI

Does the Human Intelligence Unit really exist? Unfortunately, that's beyond your security clearance.


"You didn't know about this before you handed me the case?" Angela questions, skepticism dripping from her tone.

"Of fucking course not. Are you nuts?" I throw myself down on the ever-familiar couch, throwing my heat back to look at the ceiling.

"No, but you are. Edward, you shouldn't know anything about this."

"Well, it's a good fucking thing someone does!" I yell, throwing my hands up from my lap.

"I don't know. Something's not adding up here. There's nothing in Bella's life to line up with this and prove anything. She's still broke; her time is all accounted for. I haven't seen any suspicious conversations or meetings with random people that don't add up. It can't be true. Maybe she's just writing a book or something."

I shake my head. "No, because there are no names or descriptions. What kind of book would that be? She's covering up her tracks. That's why the way we met is just a little different. So if someone were to find the document, she could play it off."

"It doesn't matter either way. Thanks to you, now we have no case."

Fuck.

She's right. The fact that I have access to this means none of it is admissible because I no longer have the clearance.

Screwed the pooch on that one, huh?

"So, what are we gonna do?" I ask, lifting my head to raise a brow at her.

"There's nothing to do," she shrugs.

"I can't do nothing."

"You can, and you will. I'll keep a closer eye on her."

I scoff. "Yeah, that went really well the last time."

"I don't like Snarky Asshole Edward. Put him away. You know damn well I did this job to the best of my ability. I warned you that this isn't my specialty."

"What am I supposed to do, Ang? Sit around and wait on her to make a move?" I stand up from the couch, suddenly antsy, pacing the room.

"Well, yeah. What choice do you have? Ideally, I'd like to send someone in undercover to assess, but there's the whole problem of the fact that you shouldn't know anything about this."

That shuts me up for a second because, honestly... what is there really to do? But then...

I know the idea is insane the instant it pops in my head. In fact, it's potentially the dumbest thing I've thought of so far. But I can't just sit back while some crazy (hot) chick plots my murder.

"I asked her out. I'll call her and apologize that it took so long. I'll go undercover myself. Get closer, and hopefully find some evidence or something."

"Are you fucking crazy?" Angela exclaims, crossing her arms over her chest.

I mean...yeah. Was that not already clear?