A/N: Hey guys, its took a while, but here is chapter two! I hope you enjoy. Just to clarify, this is not a sequel to my last story. Thanks for reading!

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CHAPTER 2:

I let my eyes stare at the bright screen for a while, knowing that in a minute I would have to wake up Edward. Stepping out of the room, I watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath. He was too calm and peaceful. I really don't want to wake him. A thought ran threw my mind. I didn't have to wake him. Hurrying to grab and pencil, I found a piece of paper and scribbled out a note.

Hey, Sorry I'm not here. We got a case and you were sleeping, so I'm going out on my own. I'm just going to take notes on location and get more details. Should be back soon.

-Bella

Taking one last glance back, I knew this night would be painful without him. I grabbed my keys and closed the door gently. As I walked from the apartment to my car, the wind picked up, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I picked up my pace.

The drive wasn't long, but time seemed to stand still at night. The city was illuminated by lights in the skyscrapers. I drove into the small tourist area. Everything was brightly painted and honestly, creepy in the dark. All of the lights were off, aside from one area.

I hurried into the light to see the woman lying on the ground. Emmett and Jasper surrounded the bodies, there eyes appraising the scene, but I wasn't close enough to see the cause of death.

"Hey Bella," Emmett's rough voice greeted me, "Where's Edward?"

"Asleep."

His eyes narrowed, "Asleep?"
"Yeah." I didn't care to explain myself, thankfully Emmett shut up and Jasper began telling us the details and time of death.

"So it looks pretty straightforward. Two stab wounds and some defensive wounds. The knuckles are slightly bruised, so I'm assuming that the victim got in a few punches," Jasper said with his heavy southern drawl coming out.

Leaning down, I got a closer look at the body. Her vibrant pink shirt was cut in two places and doused in blood. Putting on a pair of gloves, Emmett and I rummaged through her matching pink purse.

"A burner?" I flipped open the phone.

"Well, clearly she was in some shady stuff."

Her purse contained the usual: a wallet, a lipstick, and a key. The lipstick caught my eye, the shape was a little unusual and the name-brand was wiped off… or so I thought. Taking the upper portion off, the lipstick was not a lipstick. A sharp knife came out of the bottom. Emmett was right, this girl was shady. But then again, she had a right to be cautious. She just wasn't as cautious as she needed to be.
After taking extensive notes, Jasper loaded the body in the truck. Emmett rode with me to the office.

"So Eddy's asleep?" He really wasn't going to drop this was he?

"Yeah. And he doesn't like the name Eddy. You know that."

"So why didn't you wake him up?"

"Because he's tired, and I wasn't going to go to bed soon anyway." The answer was simple but seemed to satisfy Emmett's question. I focused more on my driving.

"You sad that you guys don't get to play couple anymore?" he joked.

"No, it was just a case. I'm glad the killer's in jail."

"But you're not sad at all that it's over?"

"No," I sighed, "How's Rosalie?" Anything would be nice to get off of this topic. Emmett always pushed Edward and I to be a couple, but our relationship wasn't like that.

"She's great. She's been working a lot recently. I think she's working up to get her own shop."

"That's amazing. I'm sure she'll have a great mechanic shop." I don't understand why she doesn't take up modeling instead. I mean she could be famous with that. Rosalie's decisions never ceased to confuse me, but either way she was nice to be around and certainly good for Emmett.

Finally. The headquarter's building came into view. I parked quickly and we went into the building. Struggling to match Emmett's large stride, I huffed out a deep breath as I sat at my desk.

All of the pictures of the crime scene were uploaded into the computer. Scrolling through them, I couldn't find anything remotely interesting that I could do research on. Jasper was working on finger prints and a chemical analysis down the hall. That's when I remembered the make-shift knife.

Of course, I started with Amazon, wondering if it was just a self-defense item that was easily accessible to the market. It wasn't. Checking more sites, this specific knife didn't seem to exist on the internet.

After a few hours passed, Jasper had a few leads. Her shirt had remnants of oil, which seemed strange considering she was found no where near anywhere that used oil.

Leaning back in my chair, I hoped to find a lead on the lipstick. I sighed as I stared at the clock. It was one in the morning. My eyes were dry and red from looking at the computer screen. I was about to call it a day when Jasper walked, with a rather quick pace, into the room.

"Fingerprints," he was almost out of breath.

"Do you know who? Anyone in the criminal database?"
His eyes lit up, "Yes, her name is Anne Wilson." As the words left his lips, my fingers typed in the name. An old address came up and I input it into google maps.

"I'm going to go ask her a few questions."

"Alone?"

"Yeah, I'll have my gun on me. I'll be fine." Jasper's eyes were filled with unneeded concern. "I'll be fine."

"You look tired, can't this wait?" His observation was correct. I was utterly exhausted, but I needed to do this before I headed home.

"Not if she's moving out right now." Putting my clip in my bag, I tossed my badge in as well. I put a knife in my pocket. Just in case.

"Bella, just go home."

"I'm fine," I smiled and swung my bag over my shoulder.

My eyes followed the road very closely, I was having trouble staying awake. Maybe Jasper was right, I was really tired. Pulling into the driveway, I checked the street number with the address and opened my door. I pulled out my gun and inserted the clip, turning off the safety.

The house seemed empty. All of the lights were turned off, but I heard the muffled noise of a television. As my hand lifted to knock on the door, a bright light startled me. Pointing my gun at the car, I noticed the familiar make and model.

"Edward! What the hell are you doing here? You scared the crap out of me," I clicked the safety on. He was still wearing his plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt.

"You scared me. Why are you here alone? I get a call from Jasper in the middle of the night and he's going on and on about your safety." He huffed out his words.

I sighed. "I'm okay. Just checking on a lead."

"No, you were going to try to arrest someone on your own. I have no doubt you can do that, but at least have some back up." He came closer and pulled my arm toward the car.

"Give me a sec." I knocked on the door. Waiting for a couple seconds, I heard nothing and then tried again. No one answered. Since we didn't have a search warrant, we would have to wait to enter.

Edward opened the car door for me. He looked rested at least, the dark circles were gone. "Bella, don't be stupid. Call me if you're going somewhere dangerous." It was the sketchiest part of town.

"I wanted you to get some sleep."

"That doesn't matter." He took a deep breath, "Just don't be so reckless next time." I rolled my eyes, I would have been fine.

I got in my car, but I really wanted to ride home with him. If he drove me, then, I could sleep on the way back. Starting the ignition, I attempted to pull myself together. Only a few more minutes before you get home.

The ride was over and I sluggishly got out of the car. Edward had arrived just a moment before me. My step wavered. He grabbed my elbow as I fixed my balance and then let go of me immediately. Stepping with more attention than usually, we walked side by side to the apartment made it into the apartment.

"Bella go to sleep."

"I couldn't sleep earlier, who says I'm going to be able to sleep now?" It was true. I was tired until the second my eyes closed. Then, I couldn't get my brain to quiet down enough to sleep.

He went to sit on the couch and I joined him. We sat in silence, even the television was muted.

"Bella, about what I said earlier, you always need to tell me when you're going somewhere dangerous."

"I can handle myself."

"Regardless, I would feel better if I was with you."

"Sure," I rolled my eyes and let my body sink into the couch. When he turned on the television, I could feel my consciousness slipping. The noise blared but it couldn't keep me awake.

"Bella, you need to go to bed."

"I'm fine," I murmured, but truthfully he was right, I needed to go to sleep. Swinging my legs around, I slowly stood up. On the way over to my door, my foot caught the rug and I fell forward. I never hit the ground, instead Edward's arms locked around me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." I slurred my words, "I was just going to bed."

He tried to let me go again but I wobbled slightly, so he kept one arm around my waist. Opening my door for me, he walked me toward the bed and let me sit down.

"Good night Bella." He had immediately turned around and started walking out the door rather fast. Although we were very close, we never pushed boundaries. Our rooms were are own, but I didn't understand why he left so quickly.

"Good night," I yelled through the door. Standing up, I found the comfortable clothes I had on earlier. They were sprawled all over the floor. Picking up the silky pieces of clothing, I put them on and got in bed.

Once my eyes closed, what I thought would happen happened. My thoughts ran wild; there was no way I was going to sleep anytime soon. The image of the woman continued to pop into my head. Her bright blue eyes covered by a blue film. I pushed myself to think about happier things, like my future visit to Charlie. I missed him dearly, him and Angela and Ben and sometimes even Jessica.

And with these pleasant memories, my intruding thoughts disappeared and I lulled myself to sleep.


I hit my alarm clock in annoyance. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light as I walked into the kitchen. Edward was standing near the coffee pants, still in his pajamas. Glancing toward the windows, the light glistened.

"Good morning," I said trying to open my eyes all the way.

"Did you sleep well?" His back still faced me.

"Yeah, I just wish I could have slept longer." He chuckled and turned towards me. His bronze hair was in its normal disarray. The bruises on his face were turning a yellowish color.

"So tell me about the case I missed out on."

"Sorry about that. I should have woken you up."

"I was actually thankful for the nap." He beamed.

"On Pier 39, a 25 year old woman named Bianca Lewis was stabbed twice." The warm liquid poured into my mug. "The strange thing is that she had a knife disguised as a lipstick and a burner."

"Oh…any leads?"
"The finger prints of Anne Wilson were on the phone."

"Well I guess we find Anne then."

"I asked Emmett to get us a warrant to search the house before I left the office." He nodded and stared off into the distance.

Within 30 minutes we were both ready. Driving to Anne's house was strange. The tension from last night reappeared. Walking up to the door, Edward followed close behind me.

"FBI, we have a warrant," I knocked on the door and, like last night, no one answered. Twisting the doorknob, it was locked.

"Here back up, I'll just kick it open." Meanwhile, I looked for a key. Most families had one hidden near the door. Edward backed up as my hand felt a cool metal object under a fairy statue. Before I could get a word out, he had already hit the door,

I sighed, "There was a key."

"Too late." He stepped through the doorway. Rounding the corner, he walked into the other room with his gun. I went in the opposite direction. After covering the whole house, we came to the conclusion that no one was there.

The television was still on. I headed into the kitchen. The fridge usually showed how recently someone lived here.

"They haven't been gone long." All the food, even the milk, didn't expire for a long time. The vegetables were still green and not molded.

I flipped through their mail. Nothing of interest. There were a couple water and electricity bills but nothing showing where she was going.

Edward and I combed through the house not overlooking any detail, but it was completely clean.
"Want to go back to headquarters?"

"Yeah, we're not getting anything here."

The drive over was short. Edward opened my door as we got out of the car. Once we got into the building, I quickly went to my desk to track her credit cards. Edward worked on contacting the suspect's close friends with the help of the FBI database and social media. Listening to him talk to her friends, I had a feeling they weren't going to tell us anything of importance.

She had bought gas recently. Looking over her car records, she owned a Honda with the license plate number 8YUP768. I put out a BOLO for the car.

A few hours had passed and we weren't getting anywhere. Sighing, I leaned back in my chair. My gaze was focused on the ceiling when Edward started me.

"Bella, you should go home. I'll be there in a few hours. There's not much more to do today." He stood overlooking my desk. His hands combed through his hair.

"Okay, I'll make dinner then." Grabbing my bag, I made my way to the parking garage across the street.


Two hours had passed and I was completely relaxed on the terrace. Drops of condensation formed on the outside of my lemonade. Swirling the drink with my straw, I let myself be transferred into another world. The sun heated my skin slightly as I turned the pages.

I was siting on a rusted black metal chair, when a breeze threatened to turn the pages of my book. My hand held them still, hoping to not lose my place. I was almost finished and quite frankly, I was in love with the book.

Wanting to savor the words, I looked up. The sky above me was a clear blue with soft rolling clouds of pink and white. I desperately wanted to read the last thirty pages, to know the ending, but I never wanted it to end. The sky was a good distraction.

Picking up the cold glass, I took a sip. I shivered as the cold liquid rushed through my body. I switched my gaze to the street below. The streetlight had just turned green, the cars reved their engines.

My terrace, sitting on the third floor of the apartment complex, gave me the perfect view. The terrace was my favorite place in my apartment. The metal railings were lined with flowers. The flowers with the chipping yellow walls made me feel like I was in a different city. Somewhere quaint in Europe, not in the middle of a bustling metropolis. Skyscrapers hovered around me, but here in my terrace I was in my own little paradise.

I loved people watching, almost as much as reading. Gazing at the sidewalk, I became absorbed in the life of one particular girl. There was something about her that enthralled me, maybe it was her facial expression or her gate as she walked. The majority of her face was covered by her thick black hair. Her skin was tan and she wore a black hoody. Her pace me curious. Many people that lived here were in a rush, but I had never seen someone so eager to get somewhere as she had been. Another thing struck me odd about her. Her sleeves were purposely pulled down covering her hands. The sleeves themselves weren't long either, they were pulled creating vertical creases in the sweatshirt.

As she approached a man, I thought that the hoody-sleeves thing was probably and endearing quality that she had added for the relationship. Men were strange in their likes and dislikes. Getting closer, her expression turned into a frown and then moved to fury. Something was about to happen. Break up? This was beginning to be more interesting than my book.

Her steps quickened and started to appear if she was stomping. Nearing my apartment, I became slightly worried about the man. He hadn't noticed her presence, too focused on the street signs, probably lost. Maybe he's from out of town.

I studied him briefly. He was tall and muscular with a kind and generous face. Well, I had been reading too many Jane Austen novels, I was probably assuming too much, especially from this distance I was at. But I was sure about two things, one he was handsome, and the other, he was not expecting a mad girl coming towards him.

Awaiting the scene, my heartbeat quickened. I had completely forgotten about my book. The anger was practically radiating off her skin.

She was so close she could touch him, but he still hadn't realized. Her frown changed into a smirk. That was unusual. Then, I noticed the sleeve on her arm. It no longer covered her finger tips. The end of a pocket knife peaked through.

"No," I screamed, but my voice wasn't loud enough to give him warning, I was too late. The knife had already plunged into his torso.

Scrambling, I ran down two flights of stairs. Seconds mattered in this situation. As I sprinted, I dialed 911.

A gust of wind swept over me as I opened the door. He laid still, clutching the wound. His white shirt had turned crimson. I quickly glanced over the area, the girl was no where in sight.

His face relaxed slightly when he saw me. I held the towel I had grabbed from the kitchen in my hand. I pushed on the wound, but the blood continued to spread. Kneeling down, I propped his head up on my knees.

"You'll be fine, I promise," I whispered to him in the midst of telling 911 our location.

"We'll see."


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