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Slouching into his seat, Edward Cullen eyed his superior who was pacing back and forth across the room. Tapping the pen against the desk, he swore that last night had been a dream. He had found the perfect woman for him and was stolen away by a fucking criminal.

Just his fucking luck.

Jasper sat beside him, his eyes droopy from lack of sleep. Edward had stormed into his best friends apartment and literally pushed the asshole off his own bed to get him up and ready for another workday. Jasper slept, then cursed when woken, all the way to the precinct. Now sitting beside him, Edward shook his head and realized they needed to stop going out on a weeknight.

"Listen up you people!" their superior, Sgt Charlie Swan, snapped. Everyone turned their head as the room became quiet as a mouse. "Two days ago a semi-truck was assaulted by three Honda Civics. This truck was carrying electronic merchandise when it was hijacked. The crew stole the cargo and escaped into the night."

Edward leaned back into his chair and wondered how he could not have heard about this. It wasn't the first time this happened, he presumed.

"And these criminals need to be caught…." Sgt Swan droned on, looking around the room hoping that everyone was paying attention. "The FBI has sent us Agent Dwyer to help with this investigation." Sgt Swan pointed to a tall dark-haired built man in a plain black suit leaning against the window.

"Dismissed!" Sgt Swan barked. Everyone pushed back their chairs and stood up. The squeaking of the metal chairs against the linoleum floor caused everyone to wince. Edward reached over and pushed Jasper out of his chair, nearly knocking him to the floor. Jasper shot him a glare and realized the meeting was over.

"Cullen!" Sgt. Swan snapped. Edward stopped in his tracks and nodded to Jasper, who gave him a questioning look. Turning around, he waited for Sgt. Swan to speak.

"Take a seat, Cullen," Sgt Swan said, sitting on the edge of his desk. Edward retook his seat and wished for a stick of gum. "We need someone to go undercover and catch these criminals before they or a truck driver murders someone. You down for it?" he asked.

Edward looked at his superior then toward Agent Dwyer who kept a fixed glare on his face. "Yea, I'll do it. What else do I need to know?"

A rare smile broke out on Sgt. Swan's face. "Good," he said reaching around for a packet. Handing it to Edward, he flipped it open to see that it was information he would need. "Sorry but we don't have pictures but we do have a lead on who we think could be doing this. His name is Emmett McCarty. He's a professional street racer. He was banned from racing after he nearly killed a man for murdering his father. He's an ex-felon. He owns a shop and 'McCarty's Market."

"And you want me to scope it out?" Edward asked, reading over the paperwork about Emmett McCarty.

"We do. Try to get in with them. Street racing is illegal, but I know you have a...well," Sgt. Swan paused struggling for words. "A modified car that could be used for a race. Get his attention...find out what he knows. Fuck his mother if you got too...Just find out what he knows!"

Edward smirked and nodded at his superior. "I'll get right on it," he said, coming to his feet. File in hand, he started toward the door when Sgt. Swan interrupted him.

"Oh and Edward…." Edward stopped and turned to face Sgt Swan and Agent Dwyer. "Don't fuck this up."

Silently nodding, Edward walked out of the room and toward his desk. He slapped the file onto his desk and took a seat across from Jasper, who was still half asleep.

"So what Sgt. Swan need you for?"

"I'm going undercover…"

"No shit. You get to do that? Lucky bastard…"

"Yea, not so lucky if I get fucking shot at…" Edward murmured annoyed.

"So when you start?" Jasper asked, a little put out. Of course, he didn't get picked, but he figured it was because he had been asleep during the morning meeting.

"Tomorrow, I guess. I get to race…" Edward smirked feeling a sense of satisfaction that he would be able to race without the cops trying to bust him. Leaning over his desk, Edward flipped the file open and began reading everything inside it. He needed to be prepared for tomorrow so he didn't fuck up and get himself shot.

The next morning, Edward woke early and spent an unhealthy time getting ready for his undercover stint. He had memorized his role that he was going to be playing until he could see the words in his sleep. Throwing on some comfortable jeans and a white shirt, he grabbed his keys and left the house with a coffee. He would need the energy.

Climbing in his car, he sped off and headed toward the police station where he would check in before leaving. Once he arrived, he nodded at Jasper who seemed to more much awake than he was the day before. He was buried deep into something that Edward didn't have time to ask about.

Checking in, he left a few minutes later with a new file. This time the directions to McCarty's Market in Echo Park and a new vehicle. Apparently, the LAPD didn't want him driving around in something they couldn't trace. They also, with all good intentions in their hearts, gave him a job working at a parts store.

When he complained, he was told that it was part of undercover work.

Arriving half an hour later, even with the terrible LA traffic, he pulled his car into a parking spot and turned the engine off. Leaning back into the seat, he removed his sunglasses and took a sip of coffee.

This was the place. There wasn't much to it. The hot LA sun beat down on him as he exited the truck and punched the button to lock it. The noise chirped loudly rousing the owners of this place.

Edward walked across the pavement and before he could place his foot on the step, he heard the soft clicking sound of heels. Whoever the owner was was female. A mane of dark brown hair entered his line of sight and he groaned when he finally saw the face of the woman in heels.

It was Bella from Midnight Sun.

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

His mind whirled in anticipation and exasperation. What in the hell was she doing here? Mind racing as fast as his car could go, he whipped his head around looking for an escape. The only upside was that she didn't know he was a cop. This time, an undercover cop.

She was beautiful in a yellow off the shoulder dress. The heels he heard were low and white. There was something about her that called to him. That he needed to get to know her. Her being here jeopardized things. Did she know Emmett McCarty? Or was she an innocent bystander.

Sucking in a deep breath, Edward plastered his, as Jasper called it, his 'panty dropper smile' and walked up to the three small steps that led to the porch of the building. He stopped seeing her whip her head up and her eyes went wide.

What a small fucking world…

"Can I help you?" she asked, her eyes widening as she took note of him.

"Just looking for something to eat…" Edward said, coming closer to her.

Bella raised her eyebrow at him and scoffed, "Yea, I'm sure you are. You drove all the way out here for a lukewarm sandwich."

"What can I say? I'm a growing boy…" he replied cheekily, flashing her a smile.

Bella rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, "Follow me." Coming around the counter, she stepped behind it and opened a door and quickly made a tuna fish sandwich. Setting it on the counter, she grabbed a can of Pepsi and set it beside the sandwich. Edward smirked, snatched his wallet out of his back pocket, and sat down on an empty stool. Removing a ten dollar bill, he laid it on the counter where she snatched it up and tossed it in the till.

Edward couldn't believe he was doing this. Sitting across from this dangerously beautiful woman and requesting lunch from her. Unwrapping the sandwich, he wrinkled his nose and took a large piece in his mouth. Yea, it was half warm but still tasted good. Popping the Pepsi open, he took a swig of it before setting it down.

"Taste good?" she asked smirking at him.

"Fabulous. So I thought I'd never see you again…"

"Yea, imagine that. Small world," she retorts, reaching for a nearby pen. Flipping open a ledger she started working on the books. It wasn't as if she was hiding anything.

Edward continued to eat the sandwich and washing it down with the Pepsi. He and Bella talked he cringed when he found out that her last name was McCarty. Wiping his mouth with the paper towel she had thrown him, he crumpled up his mess and tossed everything in a nearby trashcan.

Before he could open his mouth, Edward heard the rumble of several engines coming this way. Bella didn't look up, but Edward twisted around on the barstool to see several modified cars and especially a Honda Civic with Emmett McCarty coming out of it. Raising an eyebrow, Edward turned his head around to stare at Bella, who had closed the ledger she was working on. Several people walked in, two males and one hot blonde that was following Emmett to the back of the store. He heard the blonde woman say hell to Bella as she passed her.

Ignoring the stomping of several pairs of feet, Edward debated on whether he wanted another sandwich. A few minutes later, a heavy presence stood beside him and he could feel eyes on him. Turning his head he was face to face with the asshole from Midnight Sun. Thinking for a second, Edward replayed that night and remembered the fuck's name was Jacob. Raising an eyebrow at him, Edward sighed seeing Jacob sneer at him.

"The fuck you think you're doing here pretty boy?" Jacob spat smirking at him.

Edward waved his hand around nonchalantly, "Having lunch."

"So you drove all the way out here in that piece of shit car just to eat a fucking tuna sandwich?" Jacob asked, pointing at his '99 Ford F-150 Lightning.

"It's a good sandwich," Edward said simply ignoring the jab at his truck.

Pushing himself off the stool, Edward looked at Bella, who had been watching the scene with interest, "See ya later Bella."

"Bye Edward," she said softly ignoring the glare from Jacob.

"Hey, asshole!" Jacob called out, following Edward. "Don't come back here!"

"Why not? Food is good." He was halfway to his truck before he stopped and turned to watch as Jacob stomped at him, his arms waving wildly.

"Food sucks. No one likes the tuna sandwich."

"Well, I do…" Edward said fishing out his keys. Before he could press the unlock button, Jacob had slammed him into the truck door. Turning around before he could get hit, Edward punched Jacob in the face, knocking him back.

Jacob dove in and headbutted him the stomach, grabbing Edward and pushing him back toward the truck before Edward could push him back. It seemed that this was Jacob's signature move because he dove again at Edward's mid-section. They were stuck in a headlock when he finally pushed Jacob off him and began punching the asshole in the stomach repeatedly.

Unbeknownst to him, Bella was inside yelling at Emmett to stop the fight. The racing crew stood around and watched as Jacob and Edward were fighting in the parking lot. Punch after punch, Jacob had him on the ground and it seemed like he was winning until he wasn't anymore.

Finally, he felt hands jerk him off Jacob and pushing aside and onto the hood of a car. He watched as Jacob was pulled up then ran at him again only to be stopped by one of the other guys.

"Hey!" Edward said, holding his hands up and facing Emmett. "He was in my face... "

"Now I am in your face…." Emmett glared and stepped close to him. "Eric, grab his wallet."

The young guy wearing a beanie stepped over and leaned down to retrieve Edward's fallen wallet. Handing it to Emmett, he opened it up and glanced at the driver's license. "Edward Robert Masen….that name sounds like a serial killer. Are you one?" Emmett snapped pointing a finger at him.

"No-No man...I'm not."

"Don't give a fuck. Now leave and don't come back!" Emmett said, throwing the wallet at him which Edward caught swiftly. Eyeing an upset Bella, Edward grimaced and nodded. Turning back to his trunk, he climbed in and sped off.