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BPOV

I was still staring at the note in shock. This is insane! This kind of stuff doesn't happen in real life! Well, at least not in my life. It's like my life is becoming the show. I was startled at the sound of someone tapping on the door to my dressing room which I had left open. I spun around to see Jasper standing there. He smiled hesitantly at me, but frowned when he noticed my panicked expression.

"Hey, mind if I come in?" I nodded, unable to talk at the moment. He came in and sat on a chair across from me.

"Is everything alright? You seemed a bit freaked out earlier." I laughed humorlessly at this. I think I'm a tad bit more than freaked out.

"Why? What happened?" Huh, I guess I said that out loud.

It was then that Jasper saw the note I was holding. Before I could stop him, the nosy fucker that he is yanked the note out of my hands. He stared at it with wide eyes for a moment before he looked back up at me.

"Is this one of the notes you were talking about earlier?"

I stared at him confused. I haven't told anyone about the notes, not even Leah and Jake. He noticed my puzzled expression and gave me a tight smile.

"A few days ago you accused me of leaving notes in your dressing room…" his voice trailed off.

"Oh right," I nodded lamely. "Sorry about that." He gave me an amused look at my apology, but his face suddenly hardened.

"How long has this been goin' on?" I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly.

"Why are you acting like you care?" He opened his mouth to respond but then shut it and shrugged instead. I sighed. "I've been getting these notes periodically for six months now."

Jasper swallowed and looked back down at the note, as if it would suddenly change its message.

"You need to tell someone about this," he whispered.

He narrowed his eyes at the note and scrunched up his face in the cutest way. Wait. Cute? I've never thought of him as anything more than annoying. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of his sexy drawl. Wait. Sexy now? What the hell is wrong with me?

"Isn't this Paul guy that is mentioned in the note that guy you were goin' out with?"

I nodded again and cleared my throat. "I found out that he was killed recently."

Jasper's eyes got impossibly wider at this news.

"That's why there were detectives at the studio just now," Jasper said to himself, like it solved some big mystery for him. He snapped his head back in my direction.

"How many other notes were there?"

"I don't know, probably around twenty. I kept throwing them away because I thought you were playing some kind of joke on me." I shook my head to clear it. "That's the only one I have. All of the other ones are probably off in some dump by now."

He nodded absentmindedly before looking back up at me. His baby blue eyes stared into my brown ones.

"How many others know about this?" I shrugged.

"Besides you, no one. I didn't think it was serious at the time."

It may sound stupid that I never told anyone about this, but I get weird fan mail all the time. Once I had someone from Chicago telling me in a letter that they liked my performance in the movie, A Brush with Death. In this movie, I was playing a patient with Leukemia. My character had gone through radiation treatment and had lost all her hair. This fan told me that she shaved off all her hair after watching my performance in the movie because she is such big fan of mine. Apparently I am her idol or something like that. Weird, I know.

Another fan wrote to me a few years ago telling me that she was going on the show "Celebrity Look A Like," where the people on the show get plastic surgery so they can look like their favorite celebrity. I don't understand why someone would get plastic surgery to completely alter their appearance so they can look like someone else. I found it completely disturbing that someone wanted to look just like me. For all I know, there could be someone out there who looks like my twin now. Talk about obsessive…

But the point is that I get people telling me weird things all the time. I didn't think this was any different. After telling Jasper all of this, he nodded in understanding but there was some weird emotion in his eyes. He looked unnerved as he stared back down at the note in his hand.

"Okay. I know what you mean, but we need to tell someone about this one." He held up the note. "Come on." He headed toward the door of my dressing room.

"Where are you going?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. He turned back to face me.

"The police station."

"I get why I need to go, but why do you want to come?" I cocked my head to the side. "I understand we have this…truce thing now, but even so, you hate me…" My voice trailed off and for some reason those three words caused an ache in my chest. That's odd.

He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but snapped it shut the next moment and shrugged.

"Well, we can't exactly have you kidnapped by some psycho stalker now, can we? I could just imagine how the ratings would be affected, and I rather not risk my job because you suddenly go 'missing.'" He smirked. I snorted and shook my head in amusement.

"Right," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Only Jasper would make jokes about a situation like this.

"So, are you comin'?" He gestured toward the open door of my dressing room. I gave him one more questioning look but sighed and nodded before following Jasper out of my room.

"Why didn't you come forth with this information before now?" The female officer asked, obviously annoyed with me.

I stared at her, trying my hardest not to snap at the bitch. She had been giving me issues ever since Jasper and I had stepped into the police station. Once she led us to her desk and we had all taken a seat, she kept insinuating that I was making this shit up. She kept acting as though I was wasting her time.

The stress of everything that has been going on recently had me on the verge of snapping already. I didn't need some bitchy cop on top of that. I stared down at the top of her desk as I tried to get a hold on myself. I took a deep breath in a vain attempt to calm down.

"I just realized recently that the notes I am being sent may have something to do with Paul's murder," I said through gritted teeth, surprising myself when I was able to mention Paul without the slightest flinch. "I didn't think it was serious until now."

The officer, whose name I was told was Lauren, stared at me unblinking.

"And how could you think something like this isn't serious?" Lauren asked suspiciously, raising the note I had shown her. "I find it hard to believe that you would just ignore this for so long."

"I get weird fan mail all the time, I didn't think—" Lauren cut me off.

"I see your type all the time," Lauren shook her head at me, wearing an exasperated expression.

"Excuse me?" I asked indignantly.

"LA is full of your type, rich prima donnas who just like to seek as much attention as they can get. I wouldn't be surprised if you made the whole thing up just so you could make the next headlines. You're wasting my time."

Lauren stood up and made to leave when I slammed my hands down on the desk and pushed my chair back roughly. The legs of the chair fell back on the floor with a loud bang. Jasper, who had been silent this whole time, stood up too. He seemed shocked by Lauren's dismissal as well.

"What the hell? You're a goddamned cop! You're supposed to do something!" I was surprised steam hadn't started coming out of my ears by this point. "And for your information, I don't need to make up a fucking story to make the headlines, so why would I make something like this up? What is your problem you dumbass motherfucking bit—"

A warm hand suddenly clamped down over my mouth, making it impossible to get out coherent curses. Another arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my body flush against someone's chest. I smelled the musky scent with a hint of Curve cologne and knew instantly that it was Jasper who had put his hand over my mouth and was currently restraining me.

"You don't want to do this," Jasper whispered in my ear, his warm breath fanning over my neck. He pulled his hand away from my mouth, but kept his arms around me in an effort to stop me from lunging at Lauren.

"Oh yes, I really do," I hissed angrily. "Now let me go so I can beat her ass!"

He chuckled softly but tightened his hold around my waist. Lauren had spun around and was now glaring at me.

"I should have you arrested for obstructing an ongoing investigation. If you weren't so busy spewing this nonsense, I could be out there solving this case instead of listening to this garbage." My lip curled back over my teeth at her words.

"I am trying to tell you—"

"Is there a problem here Miss?" A male officer with short blonde hair and grayish eyes appeared by my side.

"Yes, there is. This officer," I sneered in Lauren's direction, "hasn't been taking me seriously when I showed her this note I received a few nights ago." I handed the male cop the note. His eyes widened when he read it.

"Have you gotten anymore of these?" He asked.

I released a breath, thankful that he seemed to be taking me seriously. Jasper released his hold on me when it was obvious I wasn't going to try to pummel Lauren's face in any time soon.

"Not of the same content, but I've been receiving notes for the past six months. And—" I took a deep breath, "I was attacked last night." Lauren scoffed, making us aware of her presence again, and stepped forward.

"Sir, it's obvious that she's making this whole thing up! You can't honestly believe her!" She threw her hands up in frustration. The male officer, who I presumed to be her boss, gave her a piercing stare. She seemed to shrink a little.

"Does this look like I'm making it up?" I asked furiously as I rubbed the makeup that Jane had used off my wrists. Without the makeup, the purple and blue hand shaped bruises stood out against my alabaster skin. I heard Jasper inhale sharply at the sight of my wrists, but I was more focused on the cop who seemed to be actually doing his job. He turned to Lauren and gave her another hard stare.

"Officer Mallory, you should know that we take every concern seriously. You will wait in my office and I will be in to talk to you shortly." Lauren seemed to pale a little at his tone of voice.

"Yes sir," she said quietly before throwing a scathing look at me and heading away from us. The male detective turned to face me again.

"I'm sorry about that," he gestured in the direction of where Lauren had just left. "I'm Officer Newton, but you can call me Mike." He smiled down at me and held out his hand. I took his offered hand, which he held a little longer than necessary.

"And you are the famous Bella Swan," he stated. I smiled and nodded. A throat clearing made us aware of Jasper's presence again. He looked slightly annoyed for some reason.

"And you're Jasper Whitlock," Mike said in a friendly tone, holding out his hand for Jasper to shake.

Jasper stared at it before he took it. It looked like the two of them were trying to squeeze the life out of the other's hand. If the way Mike's face contorted in a grimace was any indication, Jasper clearly won that ridiculous test of masculinity. I quirked an eyebrow at Jasper when Mike wasn't looking. He was too busy rubbing his now red hand. Jasper just shrugged at my questioning look but smirked at Mike's obvious discomfort from his "firm" handshake.

"Right, well follow me," Mike said, leading the way to his desk.

Once we had all taken a seat, Mike clasped his hands on the desk and stared at me.

"Alright Miss Swan—"

"Bella," I corrected him automatically. Mike smiled at me.

"Alright then Bella, can you start at the beginning for me? Tell me everything."

The two men sat patiently as I recounted everything. I told Mike all of what I thought was important, from what the notes had said, to my attack last night, to how I realized that the person writing the note could have been responsible for Paul's death. Mike listened in silence, occasionally jotting down notes on a notepad he had in front of him. When I was finished talking, Mike set the notepad aside and smiled at me.

"If you think of anything else, please call me." He handed me his card as he said this. "I'm just a phone call away." Jasper snorted but covered it up in an unconvincing cough. I ignored him as I smiled at Mike.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

"Just doing my job," he replied with a shrug.

"Still, you took me seriously and I appreciate it," I said sincerely. "Hey, why don't you let me take you out to dinner?" I asked, surprising myself and him with my question. A weird spluttering noise came from Jasper's direction. I ignored him as I smiled at Mike, waiting for his answer.

"Uh I don't know if that would be such a good idea…" Mike trailed off. It sounded like he wanted to say yes though. I smiled encouragingly.

"Please? It's the least I can do. There's an Italian restaurant not far from here that is amazing." He looked a bit hesitant. "It will be a friendly dinner of course," I added quickly. Mike eventually smiled and nodded.

"How can I possibly turn down an offer like that?" He asked with a chuckle and a shake of the head. After giving him my phone number, and making plans for our dinner "date," I stood up.

"It was nice meeting you Mike," I said holding out my hand. He brought it up to his lips and placed a kiss on my knuckles.

"The pleasure was all mine," Mike replied.

"Wow. Well that wasn't cheesy at all," Jasper snorted. I elbowed him in the ribs and narrowed my eyes at him. What was his problem? He had the strangest expression and was practically glaring at Mike.

"We better go. There's no telling when Jasper's bipolar medication will wear off and we definitely don't want to be in public when that happens." Jasper rolled his eyes at me. Mike appraised Jasper carefully after my comment, not used to the teasing remarks Jasper and I dish out to each other.

"Right. Well you better go then," Mike said hurriedly. I suppressed my laughter as Jasper and I made our way to the exit.

When we stepped back outside, after leaving the police station, Jasper turned to me with a bemused expression.

"He actually believed what you said, didn't he? Wow, how dumb could he get?" I elbowed him in the ribs again.

"Ow! Jesus You have bony elbows." He rubbed his ribs exaggeratedly.

"I thought he was nice," I said defensively. Jasper narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously.

"Is there something going on between you two?" There was some unknown emotion in his eyes when he asked that.

"I just met the guy. What's it matter to you anyway who I may or may not be interested in?" He looked at me with that damned smirk on his lips.

"Just wonderin'. I didn't expect you to go for the type of guy that probably still lives with his mom in his thirties." I stared at him confused.

"What do you mean?" I didn't know why he was saying this.

"Well, he looks like the momma's boy type. I wouldn't be surprised if he still wears diapers." I stared at him utterly bewildered. I was used to Jasper teasing me but I had never seen him dish out snide remarks regarding others before, and he had only just met Mike.

"What's your problem, Jasper? Jealous?" I questioned sarcastically. I didn't know why I asked that so it took me by surprise when the word left my lips. He stared at me with that smirk back in place on his face.

"Why would I be jealous? I could care less who you bang in your spare time." His snappy tone caught me off guard. Where was this coming from? Maybe I wasn't too far off about him being bipolar after all…

"Excuse me, but I don't fuck some person I just met like someone I know," I stared at him pointedly. "And what is up with you? You're the one that wanted to make this truce thing between us but you keep making fucking comments that are completely uncalled for." He turned away from my questioning stare and shrugged.

"Whatever," was his great response. Without another word, he started walking away from me, leaving me to stare at his retreating figure in utter bewilderment.

AN: Huh, what is going on with Jasper? I'm thinking about doing a chapter in Jasper's POV sometime in the future, but I'm not sure yet. What do you all think? Do you want to hear what all is going on in that gorgeous head of his? ;)

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