A/N: Hey guys, it's me again. I really hope you enjoy chapter 5. I tried to write as fast as possible, which for me is still pretty slow. When you're done please leave a comment! Hope you enjoy!

PS This story is based in the early 2000s, like around the time the regular books came out, so I think that should explain some of the technology.


CHAPTER 5:

The chair squeaked on the slick concrete flooring. Edward leaned on a wall beside me; his attention was on the camera recording our little interaction. My eyes squinted as I studied her every detail.

Anne Wilson. She was 27 years old. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and ended in curls. The roots of her hair were a light brown color unlike the tips, which were black. Her menacing eyes glared at me. They were a dark brown, so dark that I couldn't see her pupil clearly.

I could get more out of her movements than I could with her eyes at the moment. Shaking up and down, her leg produced a rhythmic pulse that was getting on my nerves. My eyes traveled down to her leg. She caught my gaze and then stopped completely, but she couldn't sit still. A singular finger started tapping on the metal table. We were all waiting for her lawyer to appear. It had been a long ten minutes. But in that time, I had analyzed her thoroughly.

She used to take good care of herself, but that seemed to have slipped. She had long gel or acrylic nails on, well, only half of them were still on. Her hair was an obvious factor as well. The part that was actually colored had highlights that suggested an expensive hair appointment. And even her clothes showed that she lived in luxury. I wasn't exactly sure of the brands (Alice had helped me learn a lot, but not that much), but they all had logos that I was somewhat familiar with.

She was irony in the truest form. She had high connections and lots of money, but her posture and expression showed otherwise. When we had first walked into the room, she flipped the chair around so that she could sit on it backwards. Her arms were crossed and her eyes rolled at every word I said. She looked like she came from money, but she didn't act like it. She was bitter, annoyed, and bored? That was not exactly what I expected when someone was being convicted for double homicide.

The door knob turned with a click and all three of our heads moved immediately. Her lawyer stepped in. He was wearing a cheap suit without a tie; his hands were wrapped around his flip-phone.

"I don't have time for the Ruco. I'm meeting with a client right now. Bye." He huffed out a large breath before shutting the phone.

"Hi," he motioned towards me with his hand extended, "Matthew Lennis."

"Bella Swan. Let's start." He moved his chair with a quick smooth motion without looking towards his defendant. Holding steady eye contact, he awaited my first question.

"Anne, where were you the night of the 22nd?" I was expecting Mr. Lennis to look at his client, to stop her, or to even at least make sure she wasn't incriminating herself, but instead he sat completely still.

"I was at my house for most of the evening." I noticed how she worded it. Evening usually refers to around 6 o'clock, before the murder and before I came knocking on her door. If she had said night, it would have been a flat out lie. She also used the words, "most of," and I wasn't going to let that be the end of that discussion.

"Most of the evening? What about the rest of the night?" I looked at her lawyer again. This trial would be impossible to win for the defense. She had a hair on the first victim, she matched my description of the second (still-alive) victim, and she had no alibi.

Her head turned to her lawyer desperate for some indication that this was prohibited. He waved his hand for her to continue. Her lawyer sucks. Even I wouldn't have let me press on the fine details.

"I guess I went for a walk for a while."

"Where?" I was being more straight forward than usual, because I never had a lawyer let their client incriminate themselves.

Her eyes darted to his, but he didn't even noticed; his stare was still on me. Her expression was filled with anxiety. Nudging his chair, his gaze immediately turned to her, his face lit with annoyance.

"I went to a restaurant to pick up take-out." The words were smooth and precise, but wrong. Her eyes slightly moved to the right, her tell for lying.

"And what did you order at this restaurant? Anyone that can help your alibi?" My eyes bore into her's. She looked to her right again and then to her lawyer.

"I ordered chicken parmesan. I don't know the names of the waiters." She was crumbling. Her tapping stopped and her attitude about being here completely changed.

"So where's this restaurant?"

"On the corner of fifth."

"And how'd you get there?"

"I drove."

"What kind of car?"

"Toyota." She kept getting more confident over her quick answers.

"What time did you get there?"

"7:05."

"Did you eat at the restaurant or did you take your lo mein noodles to-go?" And this is where she would slip up. I had just asked five or more questions about a made up adventure. She was bound to forget the details at some point.

"I ate take-out."

"So you ate your," I slowed down my words, "lo mein noddles at home."

"Yeah." Edward scoffed at the remark, clearly I wasn't the only one who remembered the chicken parmesan. The lawyer was still caught up with whatever he found so interesting about my face to notice that his client was screwed. I couldn't help but to turn my head.

"What happened to eating the chicken parmesan?"

"The what?" A mortified look passed on her face before she turned to Mr. Lennis.

"Ms. Wilson, I think you need to get your story straight. I'll give you a moment to talk to your lawyer. Here's a piece of paper in the case that you would like two confess." Gently laying the paper beside her, I looked straight into her beady eyes.

I walked out of the room with a smile on my face. Edward followed quickly behind me.

"I guess that was fast." My heels clicked on the tile flooring as we headed into the break room.

"The trials going to be easy. We already have a lot on her."

"Either way, good job making her slip up Bella."

Pulling out the seat, we started to wait through the extremely long 30 minutes. My foot repeatedly tapped the floor as I became more anxious to get back in there. I wonder what they're talking about. The cameras were turned off due to confidentiality. She already slipped up. What more is there to talk about? She could be writing a confession, but I thoroughly doubted it. She wasn't the type to do that. She wasn't the type to feel guilty, but she certainly wasn't going to give herself up if she could get around the charges.

The hand on the clock moved so slow that it looked like it stopped. Trying to get my mind off the case, I watched Edward bicker on the phone with who I'm assuming is Alice.

"No Ali, just return them. I have enough already." I immediately knew they were talking about clothing. Just last week, Alice ran into our apartment with 4 bags of clothing. Edward was in the other room getting ready. 'Edward I brought you something!' My eyes scanned the bags, most were filled with fancy button down shirts and bland clothes like khakis. Edward frowned at the sight of her. I couldn't understand how she could carry so much all the time. Regardless, the gesture was always too much for Edward. 'I like my t-shirts Alice. I don't need anything new, you got it?' She put her hands on her ears like a child and then left the room before he could keep objecting. At least she hadn't tried to get anything for me, yet. As the door slammed shut she yelled, 'Bella, don't think I'm not bringing stuff up for you too.' And that was the end of the story. There was never a point to argue with her, it was impossible to win.

"Alice, I said no." He huffed, "Okay. I love you. Bye." He rolled his eyes as he shut his phone.

"Shopping?"

"She never learns does she."

"She's only trying to be nice. She also knows you can't say no to her because she's your sister."
"Yeah, she means good, but it's too much. I don't know how Jasper handles her." Before I could respond, Edward's phone rang again.

"Sorry I've got to take this." He stood up and walked across the hallway. Meanwhile, I was still very, very bored, without any distractions. Who knew 30 minutes could take so long?

My eyes were glued to the clock. Watching the hand move at a sluggish rate, a bright idea popped into my head. Jake! I should text him.

As if I were in a hurry, I quickly removed my small phone and began typing away.

Hey. It's Bella. How are you doing? -B

Ugh. That seemed too formal, but what are you supposed to say to a man you don't really know anything about. I deleted the last part of the text.

Hey, It's Bella. I was wondering what we're going to do tomorrow. -B

Too forward? A pit of nerves formed in my stomach. Why does this even have to be perfect? It's not like he's going to read it over and over again. I was right. This was a simple message that probably wouldn't be looked at for more than 3 seconds. But regardless, it felt like a first impression of some sort. I deleted the message again.

Hey. It's Bella. -B

And that's what I left it on. Simple. Nothing much to say. I certainly didn't want to come off as clingy. As soon as the message went through, I felt much more relaxed. No way to change it now.

Bella! How are you? -J

I was a little bored, but not anymore :) What about you? -B

I just got out from the hospital. -J

That's great. What are you going to do now? -B

I'm looking for a hotel I guess. And planning for our date tomorrow ;) -J

Well, I hope you think of something good. I'm going insane at work, can I call you? I suck at texting. -B

Before I had the chance to dial his number, my phone was already ringing. Flipping the phone open, I pressed it against my ear.

"Hey Jake."

"Bella!" His voice made it sound as if I were the most important person in the world.

"How are you? How's your stitches?"

"They're getting better, still a little sore though. How's your day?"

"I'm waiting for our suspect to finish talking with her lawyer." I cringed at the topic, I knew it would make him uncomfortable. "Do you by chance know an Anne Wilson?"

"I can't say that I do. Is that my— my attacker?"

"Yes, but don't worry. We've got so much evidence against her, I'm sure she'll go to jail for life." He took a deep breath, which was barely audible through the phone. "On a lighter note, you're looking for a place to stay?"

"Yeah. Got any suggestions?" Well, I would invite you over, but that seems a little early in the relationship. I searched my brain for a hotel I had heard of.

"I don't really know any hotels. When I moved, I went straight into moving into an apartment."
"Well, maybe I'll need your help after all."

"You're moving here?" My heart jumped. I had quietly assumed that he would leave after a week or two and then I would never see him again, but this—this would give me more time, more options.

"Of course, you're too interesting to leave, Bella." My smile stretched so wide that it practically hurt. He really wanted to get to know me.

"So what are we doing on our date? Anything I should know?" I made my voice as alluring as possible.

"Hmmm." I could hear the smile in his voice, "I don't want to give away too much. But be prepared to get wet."

"Get wet? What on earth are we doing?" I loved swimming and the sun, so whatever he picked out would be just perfect.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"I guess I will. Anything else I should know?"

"Nope." Just as Jake spoke, Edward rounded the corner and gave me a signal that the lawyer was finished with his client.

"Well, I'm excited. But I have to go Jake, I'll talk to you later. Okay?"

"Bye Bella," my name rolled off his tongue so nicely.

I shut my phone and walked towards Edward. "Jacob?"

I nodded, but inside I was ecstatic.

Once we entered the interrogation room, my mood dropped. It was work time and I wasn't going to let her get away with those stabbings. A tinge of anger intruded my thoughts. Here she was acting bitter and almost spoiled after she had just killed one person and badly injured another. Sociopath.

"So what's the verdict?" My palm pressed on the table as I leaned. Her eyes looked directly at mine, disregarding Edward, who was sitting in front of her.

"What happens if I give you a confession?"

I noticed the white piece of paper lightly folded in her right hand. The paper crinkled in his gripe as she awaited my response.

"You still go to prison." Her eyes formed a glare. What the heck did she thinks was going to happen? She would just walk away after killing a person?

"Do I get time off?"

"Maybe by a few years, but you'll still be in there for life." The statement was carefully worded; I promised absolutely nothing. Expecting her lawyer to counter, my gaze went to him. His eyes felt heavy on me.

"I'll take what I can get." She handed me the paper. Opening it, I could feel Edward's presence behind me, looking over my shoulder. I turned towards him. Both of us had a confused look on our face. The lawyer is terrible. I mean we didn't even talk about deals. Has he spoken at all?

Edward moved to stand on my left. Carefully unfolding the confession, I looked down and it was actually there. For a second, I had thought it would be blank, but no, there was about a half page with detail about what happened. My eyes quickly traveled over the sloppy words.

On the night of the 22nd, I left my house at around 7 o'clock. I was angry about my boyfriend's death. I headed over to Pier 39 to clear my thoughts when I found a girl yelling at her boyfriend about something stupid. I got closer and she was screaming about how the coffee wasn't the right temperature that morning and I lost it. I missed my boyfriend so much and I found it unfair that she could be so openly bitchy to her's. I already had a knife in my purse for self-defense. Overcome with frustration, I stabbed her and watched her bleed. I walked away with a calm look and no one questioned me. It astounds me how unobservant people are. Regardless, I left and went home.

The second stabbing was different. I was walking on the street and I saw a couple. I was overcome with rage again. I pulled out my knife, the same knife, and chose the first person I saw. It didn't matter who I killed. The man in front of me was clearly lost and distracted so I pegged him as an easy target.

I stopped reading and my heart lurched. Jake was not supposed to be a target. The memories from that night came back to me and guilt made it's place back in my heart. I could see Jake lying on the ground bleeding, his breathing slowing until it would stop and become death. And this bitch stabbed him. I hadn't been that angry until now. My emotions were on overdrive; I was in the middle of either crying to screaming. Both options were extremely unprofessional. Edward nudged me slightly and took me out of my trance. I continued to read to the horrid paper.

I came up to him concealing my weapon and waited until he saw me to attack. Just as his eyes reached mine, the blade pierced his skin. I heard a yell. My yell. I knew I had to leave so I ran off to an ally. From there I watched someone who looks like Agent Swan kneel over him. I don't know if he's dead, but I hope so.

My breathing became uneven and forced. I was barely keeping it together and this bitch was smiling at me. She knew. She knew that it was me and this was her final revenge.

"Bella, can we discuss this in another room?" I couldn't bring myself to talk, so I nodded. Edward placed his hand on my back and ushered me through the door. As it closed, he removed his hand.

"I'm so sorry Bella. I should have read it first."

"No, I'm doing my job. I just didn't think she would be that upfront about everything." I tried to steady my voice, but it cracked.

"We're done. You never have to see her again. She confessed and she'll go to prison. It's over." It was a relief, but I was still stuck on her cruel, emotionless words. "Bella, go do what you need to do. I know you're breaking inside." He placed his hand on my shoulder for reassurance. "Tell me if you need anything. I'll finish the rest."

"Thank you." I meant it so much. I don't know what would have escaped my mouth if I had to go back into that dreadful room again.

Grabbing my bag, I headed into the bathroom to change into my running clothes. I used running often to, well, run away from my feelings. It worked often enough for me to continue the habit. I laced up my shoes and headed out of the lobby.

Once my foot hit the sidewalk, I was already sprinting. The stupid piece of paper kept entering my thoughts and I kept pushing harder. Beads of sweat traveled down my face as I continued. The world flashed by; I wasn't necessarily in the mood to notice it.

I looked up for the first time in a while and actually looked at my surroundings. I wasn't where I expected to be. Dolores Park.

Crossing my legs, I sat down to let my lungs catch up with me. Once my breathing returned to normal, I glanced at the view in front of me. The sky was crystal clear, so I could see the skyscrapers in the background. Feeling the soft grass in between my fingers, I studied the scene around me. Subconsciously I'd chosen this location. It was so full of people, happy people, people I wanted to protect.

About 200 feet away from me, a dad carried his daughter on his back. Her brown curls bounced with excitement as he walked faster. His hands had a firm gasp on her legs, insuring that she wouldn't fall. And then I noticed their end destination. Across the park, a woman, wearing a smilier smile to the small girl, waited underneath a tree. The dad's pace picked up and the child's arms extended to meet her mother. They were so happy and innocent. I had to protect these people, but I wasn't always good enough.

My mind kept going back to Jake and my horrible observation skills. That one second could have saved him a trip to the ER. And that's why I was struggling the most. I would never stop making mistakes. No one was perfect, but other people's mistakes or poor timing didn't cost lives like mine did. I released a large breath. Maybe I am not cut out for this.


I sat for a long time with my earbuds in, one moment away from a break down. Tears were breaming, but I held them back. I was stronger than this. I had seen worse than what happened earlier, it just hadn't ever felt so personal.

The sun created a painting in the sky as time went on. I could hear my stomach grumble and my mouth pray for water, but I refused to get up. I was too calm here to leave. There was nothing but the grass and the slight wind to keep me company and it was absolutely perfect.

Looking up at the sky, I couldn't see the stars from the light pollution, so I instead stared at the moon. It was completely full and it illuminated the ground around me.

A long period of time had passed, but I didn't really notice. The only indication was the amount of people leaving the park. All that were left were a few quiet teenagers doing exactly what I was doing, taking advantage of the open space to look up at the night sky.

Someone tapped my shoulder. Scooting around on my butt, my head tilted upward to be brought Edward's face. He was sitting with his legs crossed directly in front of me.

"Here." He offered me his jacket. I hadn't noticed that I was shivering or that I was even cold. The material was soft against my skin and, with his body heat, it was already warming me up.

"Thank you." Staring into his eyes, all I could see was worry.

"Are you okay Bella?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." And it was the truth. I was a little numb from everything that went down today, but, in total, I was okay.

"Bella, we need to go home." No, I couldn't leave now. I couldn't go back to the apartment and deal with real life.

"Can we just sit here a little while longer?" I fully expected him to argue but instead he laid down on the grass too and we stared at the moon. Minutes passed and I felt my eyelids drooping.

"Edward, can we go home now?"

"Of course." He pulled me up to stand. "Do we need to grab something on the way home? Have you eaten anything recently?"

"Not since I left the office." He froze mid-step.

"Bella! It's been hours! We are getting food on the way home." I didn't object. I felt like I was running on empty and soon, I would probably be light-headed. "What would you like to eat?"

As I made up my mind, we traveled back to his car. I was grateful that I didn't have to run all the way back to headquarters. "Italian."

"Okay, I'll call something in so we can pick it up on the way back. Does that sound okay?" He opened my door for me.

"Yeah," I said as I slid into the passenger seat. Bringing my legs up, I curled into a ball and let my head relax against the leather material. I was slowly slipping out of consciousness into dream-land.

"Just go to sleep Bella." I felt the car begin to drive. The smoothness of the ride along with the feeling of moving lulled me into a deep sleep.


"Bella." Someone shook me slightly.

"Yeah," I grumbled. My sleeping voice was not attractive in the least.

"Do you want to eat?" Immediately my eyes sprung open to see our living room. The television light gave me the outline of the container of food in front of me. He handed me a fork and sunk back into the couch.

"How long was I out?" It had to be late. Even with the limited light I had, I could see bags forming under his eyes.

"Like an hour." The nap was truly needed. I knew that after I ate, I would fall back into that lovely deep sleep.

The food was delicious, like nothing I had ever had before. Each bite was better than the last. I had a large container in front of me and a glass of water. Before I knew it, I had eaten the entire meal and drunken almost four glasses of water.

"Do you want some more food?"

"No, I'm absolutely stuffed." I felt a yawn coming, "I think I just need sleep now."

I woke up the next day, not to the annoying sound of my alarm clock, but to the sunlight shining through my window. In a haze, I made my way into the kitchen. It was too bright to be six in the morning. Turning to the microwave, the clock read 10. Crap I overslept by 4 hours.

Tripping on my way over to the bathroom, I noticed a note tapped on the door.

You didn't oversleep. I turned your alarm clock off because, frankly, you need a break. I'll be back in a few hours. Hope you slept well.

-Edward

I smiled.


A/N: I tried writing a lot faster, but I'm still super slow. I know this chapter wasn't action packed or filled with love scenes, but it was needed. I really do hope that you guys enjoyed it. I liked writing the ending of this chapter a lot. Please leave a review/comment, I love reading them.