Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Never will.

Summary: Tramatic events in the past lead Isabella Swan to be a top selling author. Yet, when a crazed fan begins to commit the murders in her books, agent Cullen must step in.

Warnings: Dark themes. Lemons.

Words Right Off The Page.

Chapter Three.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation sure had a knack for pissing me off. Tuck promised after Charlie died that they would stay the hell away from me forever. I guess that it was my fault this time.

Apparentely my sick sense of humor had sparked a fan to go crazy. Who'd a thunk? But just because I wrote the story, didn't give them any power to step foot on this property. If it came down to it, I could deal with this idiot myself. Afterall, that was my specialty.

I hated remembering. That's why I wrote. It gave me an escape away from all those fucked up memories the drugs just couldn't drown out.

All those times Charlie lied to keep me safe, those times I was used for their personal gain, all highlighted by this event.

My only hope was those two members wouldn't put Swan and Dwyer together.

I was an intelligent kid, I was able to understand things that a high school kid could, when I began elementary school. I was a prodigy of sort, yet all I wanted was to be normal.

They called it psycho-analyzing. Where you could tell a persons's inner desires by the answers to basic questions. How much is your rent? What would you do if attacked by a squirrel? What color is your favorite? These questions made me a junior operative, in a never ending game.

When I began to catch on, Charlie pulled me away and moved to Forks. He wanted me to be safe, and not have to worry about growing up to soon. He was always trying to look out for me.

When he was murdered. My dreams shattered before me. I broke down, went crazy, ended up practically suicidal. That's when Billy and Tuck promised to keep me out of the bureau forever.

Maybe now, was the time run.

"Don't think like that Bella."

I whispered harshly to myself as I sat down on the couch. I slowly picked up the phone in my shaking hands and dialed a number I would never forget.

"FBI, can you hold please."

"No I won't hold."

The phony voices on the other side always pissed me off.

"M'am, we need you to hold-"

"Listen here, transfer me to Larson now."

You had to be firm with these assholes.

"Miss, I assure you that it will only be for a few moments."

New people. Ugh. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

"Agent Swan, verification number two-two-seven-five-three. Non-active agent. Now transfer me."

It didn't take long before that elevator-type music came blaring out of the speakers.

"Larson here."

"Bonjour mon Cochon."

I did my best french accent and he lauged.

"What have I done to piss you off this time Bells?"

"Mind explaining why I found a couple of your garden gnomes hanging out on my front step this morning?"

He laughed nervously as I listened close.

"It's nothing like that-"

"Did I forget to mention that they consider me a suspect?"

"I told Cullen and McCarty to stay away from you. They were not supposed to go against orders. I'll give them shit when they get back, but why not hear what they have to say?"

"Last time I listened to an agent, my father got killed. Or did you forget that tidbit of information Tuck?"

"Bitter 'aint we Swan."

"That's Dwyer to you bastard."

"Listen darling, I can only call them off, but if you haven't noticed, they aren't the greatest listeners."

"I guess it's better to face the fire, then to die of heatstroke."

"It might do you some good. Writing all those stories can't be good for your mind."

"Say tuck, whats your favorite number?"

"Elevan?"

"And your favorite time of the year?"

"Easter-, hey!"

"Well that explains your moodiness. I have a solution though, it's called viagra."

With that I hung up the phone and shook my head. Today was going to be a long day.

I peeked through the curtain and saw that the black car was still at its post. Tuck was a lying bastard. He sent them here so I could help. He needed me, yet I had no motivation to help anyone else.

The only reason I would agree to help...would be to protect Jake.

I headed upstairs to take a long, comforting shower. I had never felt so relaxed as the water rushed over my skin. I had this feeling, I wouldn't be feeling this relaxed for a while.

I grabbed two bottles of water out of the fridge and walked outside, only to find an amusing sight,

It seems that both Cullen and McCarty were asleep in the car, obviously over-exhausted.

I tapped lightly on the window and Emmet stirred slowly opening his eyes.

"Awake?"

He jumped startled and smiled at me. The door opened, and I noticed Edward was waking up as well.

"I had a feeling you guys might be thirsty, here's some bottled water."

The minute I handed it to them, they inspected it like I had just handed them a bomb.

"Thanks," Emmet stated, but Edward still eyed me suspiciously.

"Listen, this little volvo looks really nice and all, but I am sure a meeting would be more suited in a room where we could all see each other."

They both nodded as we walked back up towards the house. I could feel their eyes on me and I shook my head at there antics. Reason number three hundred and seven I quit the FBI, it makes you paranoid.

"Have a seat," I stated sitting in my favorite chair.

"Thanks Miss. Dwyer."

Edward's voice was like velvet against my ears. How did someone like him benefit from this job?

"So what do you know about this killer anyways?"

"Well aren't you straight to the point."

I glared at Emmet as he chuckled nervously.

"We know that he's using your fairytales as his murder tactics. What we don't understand is why you? Or who the hell could be doing this. Do you have any enemies? Any connections to Billy Black?"

"Well if you did your research before rudely barging in, you would realize that Billy adopted me when I was twelve."

"What happened to your father?" Emmet's strong voice stated.

"He was murdered... but that's in the past," I muttered. No need to over explain things.

"Sorry to hear about that. But any enemies we should investigate?"

"Hello? I am a top selling author, every writer who want's to get published is my enemy. As for any direct ones, thats a no."

He was locked away forever. I got my monthly updates on his whereabouts and he had no Idea I was Isabella Swan.

"Eddie, you got any ideas?"

"No idea. Emmet, please stop calling me that," He murmered as I laughed.

"Sorry," he raised his eyebrow. "You just seem like a married couple."

"Please don't tell the force. We'd never live this down."

"I am sure Tuck would laugh his-"

I stopped short and wanted to smack myself. Reason number one to join the force again, I would remember to think before I speak.

"Tuck? As In Larson?"

"Who the hell is he? I mean't Tuck Jones from the gas bar."

Nice save Bella. Your ass is lucky Tuck really does work at the gasbar.

I kept my expression blank, but it seems Edward still didn't trust me. I don't blame him, if he knew what I was capable of, nobody would trust me.

One hundred percent score on 'How to Lie one-oh-one'.

"Well what ever the case, this freak, is claiming that his next kill will be this Thursday. We are going to have to keep a good watch on the area," Edward stated.

"How do you know this?"

My question was sincere, and I feared the worse when both men in front of me sighed.

"He posted it on a website, we have agents shutting it down, but seems we're dealing with no idiot. He has so many IP adressess we can't track the bastard."

(-)

I had expected her expression to change, but it just remained blank the whole time. Was she not scared for her life? How could she be so non-chalant about something so important. Her brown eyes, her hair, her- Woah Edward, get back on track here.

"What's the website?"

Before I could stop him, Emmet blurted out the answer, and she made a dash towards -what I assumed to be- her laptop.

She began frantically typing and sure enough, for the first time, I saw the look of shock cross her eyes, even if it was briefly.

"What does he mean by only one person can end this?"

"We believe he means you, since you are the one who wrote the story."

"No."

Me and Emmet stared at each other.

"Read the message closely..."

We merely followed her orders, but it still left me drawing a blank.

"You don't get it? It's staring you right in the face you know..."

I wanted to wipe that smug look right off her beautiful brown...Goddammit.

"What's the main theme throughout the entire entry?"

"The...FBI?" Emmet replied unsure of his answer.

"Exactly. Who controls the FBI? Who's running the operation? That's the person he's targeting."

Shit. That means that Larrson was playing with fire. Emmet whipped out his cell phone and began dialing and Bella sat back down on the chair.

"That was amazing for you to notice."

I could tell she was hiding something, between her and Tuck? What ever it was, I wanted to find out.

"Not really. When you write constantly it's easy to pick up the meanings hidden between the lines."

"Miss Dwyer, we advise you to keep outside contact to a minimum over the next little while. We'll likely station for an agent to be assigned to watch the premisis, and follow you to ensure your safety."

"Really, your just wasting your time, I can take care of myself."

I could hear the annoyance lacing her words.

"A can of mace and a tazer aren't going to do you any good."

To my surprise she began laughing. She reached under the small table next to the chair and pulled out a well kept service pistol.

"Where did you-"

"It's a scary place for a young girl nowadays," She stated.

Just who was this girl?

"Listen, I hate to put this wonderful meeting on hold, but I need to go meet my brother, so if you'll excuse me-"

"Brother?"

Emmet was apparentely done with his call.

"Not my real brother dork stick. He's my best friend, and we grew up as siblings so I consider him my brother. Jacob Black, the son of the deceased. Seems your guys were pestering him all yesturday about what he knew. That's not easy for a nineteen-year-old to digest agent."

"Well then, Emmet let's excuse ourselves and find a hotel. Might as well stay here until we get word from Larson. Thank you Bella."

"Anytime Cullen."

"If you don't mind what's your favorite color?"

Her eyes tightened but then she smiled.

"Rainbow. No color is to be singled out."

Okay she was good. Too good.

Driving the volvo in Forks was nothing like Seattle. There was no rush hour, the roads were practically deserted and everything was a odd color of green and brown.

"What's up Edward? You seem lost in thought?"

"Notice anything weird about Miss Dwyer?"

"Besides the fact she's gorgeous and single?"

I shot him a look, and he held his hands up in defense.

"Alright, calm down already. She seemed to be vague in her responses, like she knew how to answer without giving herself away. She also strayed away from the topic of her father's death instantly. She had no problem with knowing that a psycho killer could be hunting her down too."

"The way she interpreted the entry, it's like she's hiding a really big secret."

"Ah, Edward please don't tell me your gonna look up info on her. Remember what happened last time? You lost your relationship with that Tanny-"

"Tanya."

"Ya, that chick. That's why people have secrets."

"I know that she's not hiding the fact she's a whore Emmet," I replied as we parked.

Forks Inn was nothing special, but it would do. It had internet connection and that was all I needed.

We settled our things and I got to researching our favorite author.

Of course there was nothing for Miss Dwyer. She obviously was going by another name. To bad I had no idea what that could be. Sighing I closed the computer and watched Emmet switch mindlessly between channels.

"Of course, nothing's on the television," he stated upset. "So find any awkward affairs I should know about?"

He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry Em, turns out she doesn't even exist. Bella Dwyer seems to be her alias."

"So she's covered up her tracks, that's a little to good for a civilian don't you think?"

"Exactly. I think when we get back we should bring this up to Tuck. I have a feeling the two of them know each other."

"Not buying the whole 'gas bar' thing either are you?"

"Not one bit."

"She's smart Ed, I am almost scared to see what happens when we start meddling."

"She's the only one who can help us. I mean were you not in the house with me?"

"I know Ed, but-"

"We need to understand our allies to benefit from them Em."

"I suppose...hey I am going to give Rose a call okay."

I waved him off and decided to make a call of my own.

The ringing on the other line was starting to get annoying when my favorite voice answered.

"Edward, nice of you to call."

"Hi Mom."

"Alice called and said you were going to be busy for a while. Is it because of Billy's death Edward?"

Leave it to mom to get all overdramatic.

"Mom, you know how Alice over-exxagerates everything. It's not really that horrible."

"It would make me a little more at ease if you called more often. Your father and I can't wait till you come down for Christmas."

"I am excited too."

The truth was I missed my parents. We were a closely knit family and being only able to spend the holidays together was hard sometimes.

"Well darling I'll let you get back to investigating, be sure to call again soon."

"Of course."

"Stay safe, bye."

I quietly said bye and placed my phone on the nightstand beside the bed. It was only one in the afternoon and I was exhausted, even after the cat-nap we took in the volvo.

"I guess now would be a good time to catch up on my sleep..."

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A/N: OMG. I am sorry. So very sorry.
Unfortunetely I am a diagnosed depressive. Big surprise.

But I had a bad run for a month.
So bad in fact that I could not update.

So i give everyone permission to throw objects at me.
But I should be updating regularly from now on.

Sorry again guys.
But please review.

Lex.