A/N: I need to answer a couple questions/concerns to get them cleared up. Yes, I am related to Lee DeWyze on American Idol. He is my husband's second cousin. Some people aren't liking how I depict he hit Bella he was just doing his job and wanted to get a point across. You'll see what develops later with all that.

To let you know I did grow up in Las Vegas I hope you like how I describe it. Enjoy and please leave a review.

Chapter 13 Undercover Blues

∞Bella∞

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, painfully annoyed.

Edward and I had just gotten back from our first, of probably many, interrogations. We were sitting in my room, on the bed, going over our new profiles as he took care of my swollen eye. Stupid Jacob Black just couldn't resist putting his hands on me again. What's his deal? Note to self: find out why Jacob won't stop touching me.

"Ow!" I shouted as Edward was cleaning up my eye. Jacob had hit me so hard on my left eye it actually broke the skin right under my eyebrow, closer to my temple. Luckily Edward had brought his medical bag and informed me that I would just need two stitches. He even was sweet enough to kiss my bloody eye; whispering comforting words to me, informing me that it should heal quickly and shouldn't leave a scar. Thank goodness, I thought, because I already had too many of those to hide anyway. Again, stupid Jacob Black.

"So what were you saying? Do you see a problem with our new profiles?" he sweetly asked, trying to distract me from the huge scissor like things that were approaching my eye.

"What the heck is that, Edward? You are not putting that near my eye," I demanded, while leaning my body back.

"Relax, Bella," he said while holding up the scissor like things and looked at it. "These are called hemostats and they hold onto the suture needle, so that I can have a better grip to sew up your eye." I looked at him pointedly and widened my eyes. "Quit being such a baby," he smirked. "You are a much easier patient when you are knocked out. You are so stubborn," he teased as he grabbed my arm to pull me closer. "Hold still!"

"Yes, Dr. Cullen," I said in a lower voice and brought my hand up to my head to do a salute.

"No, no its Dr. Masen now, remember?" he firmly stated as he finished suturing my eye. "There all better, but you better keep some ice on it to help the swelling go down more. All right what do we have here?" he asked as he pulled the file folder out of my hand and studied it.

"Awesome, this should be interesting," he said seeming to be a little amused. "Blonde, huh?"

"Can you believe that? They want to turn me into a blonde," I sounded out being extremely irritated.

"It's not so bad. Hey, even though I prefer brunette's and love your chestnut brown hair color because it goes well with your chocolate brown eyes. I think you will actually look quite…hmmm…hot," he gawked and I slapped his knee, which just made him bring a smile to his face. So I thought I would retaliate.

"Are you having fantasies of you and Rosalie now?" I playfully said.

"Ewe, no Bella! Thanks a lot I don't need an image like that in my head. She's my brother's wife. Ugh! Thanks a lot," he laughed whole-heartedly, teasing me.

After lots of teasing each other we finally focused on our profiles.

Edward's profile was quite disturbing to him and hit a bad nerve. The FBI had given him a new background that he knew he could have never done and it bothered him that he would have to portray himself as a cynical, sadistic man. The profile consisted of him being Dr. Anthony Masen, from Lenox Hill Hospital in New York, who had several malpractice suits against him and he was even under investigation of intentionally killing one of his patients. All the legal issues that this new profile brought made it so he would never be able to practice medicine again. It hit him really hard because that is all he ever wanted to do, was to follow in his dad's footsteps. I tried to comfort him, telling him that this is not permanent and when all our undercover work was done they may give him a different ID. It seemed to help a little, but he just said the whole idea of him being this cruel and sadist made his stomach twist.

I on the other hand, Izzy Dwyer, was a recovering drug addict from New York. Her background was grim. She was brought up with an abusive father, Phil Dwyer. The profile didn't go into too much detail, which I was grateful for, but all that was indicated was she was physically abused until she was sixteen and then ran away. She lived on the streets and eventually got addicted to drugs, Hydrocodone and Percocet.

Not only were our histories going to change, but also our appearances. I of course had to change from a brunette to a blonde, but also cut my long hair up to just below my shoulders. Then I had to wear contacts, changing my eye color to a deep green. I also had to wear a lot more make up than I was ever used to and with that my wardrobe was going to change as well. Tight, revealing dresses and high heels; seriously were they trying to kill me off. Don't they know I am a klutz without the heels?

As for Edward he had to dye his hair black and cut it. I wasn't too excited because I knew I would surely miss his messy, long bronze hair, but I was a little curious how he would look. In addition to his hair change, he also had to grow out a beard and mustache. Fortunately he said he wouldn't have to dye his beard and mustache because he said it was a darker color than his hair on his head and he knew it would be dark enough. He was to dress in suits with a white shirt and a tie. I was beginning to think that he was going to look…hot…too.

The connection between Izzy and Dr. Masen was she had supposedly overdosed on drugs, which brought her into the hospital where Dr. Masen worked and he saved her. Eventually, the two of them fell in love and were inseparable.

We were both confused how all of this was going to get us into Aro's circle. After talking to Agent Clearwater everything seemed to be clearer. Apparently Aro has a love for music.

"So, Edward, we are going to set you up to perform for Aro. He has a select group of people that perform for him once a week."

I was confused. "What do you mean perform? What's Edward going to perform?" I giggled.

He smirked. "The piano."

"What…you play the piano."

"Like I said…there's a lot you don't know about me," he simply stated, as we amusingly gazed at each other with wide smiles.

"Anyhow," Agent Clearwater interrupted. "Aro looks for different people, with different talents that will appeal to him. What we will do is submit your name as wanting to perform and what type of performance you are going to do. He looks the list over and before he chooses he does background checks on everyone. Once he sees your background, we have no doubt that he would want to bring you into his sadistic world. Obviously, he will know nothing about Izzy until you get there. We have had several undercover agents that have been able to observe Aro and they have noticed that the one's that appeal to him the most get to join him for a 'special' dinner. We need to remind you that you will see Mike Newton with him, probably at all times, so this goes really without saying. You need to play it off as if you don't know him.

"We already submitted your name yesterday. Here's a new cell phone," she reached into her bag, pulled out a new Blackberry and handed it to Edward. "They should be in touch with you soon. Remember to answer as Anthony Masen. They like to have everything set within a couple of weeks. They will also book you into a hotel usually close to Aro. It changes all the time so we'll just have to see which one. Let us know everything that they say," she trailed off.

The rest of our day was consisted of training on weights and instead of doing our run we decided to do some laps in the pool.

After eating dinner I had planned to go into our separate rooms as we have done before, but just as I turned to go in my bedroom Edward grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a quick kiss.

"Bella, don't you think maybe we should start sleeping in the same bed?"

Shocked by his question all I could do was raise my eyebrows, which seemed to ask him a silent question.

"Ummm…well…I just think that maybe Aro might find it suspicious if we are sleeping in separate beds," he said nervously, while looking at my lips. After hearing his reasons I thought I would have some fun.

"Well I guess I can for the sake of being undercover. Plus, we don't want to give the idea that we don't have feelings for each other." I rolled my eyes, knowing he wouldn't see me as he was still focused on my lips.

He snapped his eyes up to meet mine in shock. "What? That is not what I meant. What I meant was, I guess, we need to get used to retiring together to bed. There isn't anything I would love more than to have you beside me while I slept. I just didn't know how you…"

All of a sudden my lips were on his, my hands went up to the back of his head and I slid my fingers through his hair pulling him in closer as I deepened the kiss. He answered back by moving his hands to my lower back and pulled our bodies together. I still had my eyes open when the room started to spin, so I closed them as I reveled is the taste of Edward. I quickly noticed I wasn't breathing and pulled back then placed my forehead against his.

As soon as my breathing regulated, I spoke, "Edward, I knew what you meant. I was just teasing you. I would love to sleep in your bed, but one condition," not wanting him to speak I continued. "No funny stuff. We can cuddle and sleep that's it and before you get any ideas going through that head. You need to know that I do want you in that way, but here and now is not the time. Do you understand?"

"I totally agree. Come on we need to get some sleep," he urgently took us into his room without removing his arms from my waist. I pulled away letting him know that I still needed to change and brush my teeth, reluctantly he let go.

Fifteen minutes was all it took for me to get ready, but as soon as I went back to Edward's room I noticed he was already asleep. Not wanting to disturb him I slowly pulled the sheets back and climbed in behind him. Once I was inches away from his body I placed my arm around his waist as I pulled my body to his back and placed my face in the crook of his neck. His body was so warm and I was thankful that I had not disturbed him. I lay there for a while and felt whole and warm beside him as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

When morning approached, the alarm went off at four fifteen. I opened my eyes and had a beautiful pair of emerald green eyes staring back me with the edges turned up. As I looked down I noticed Edward was smiling as if he just got caught with his hands in the cookie jar.

"I think we should stay in bed all day and just look at each other," he whispered as he smoothed the hair away from my face.

"That would be nice, but you know Black and Clearwater, they'll probably come in with a blow horn to get us up." Edward and I both laughed. "Plus, I probably look really scary and I know I have morning breath," I suddenly felt self conscious, realizing I might make him pass out, so I brought my hand to my mouth.

"Oh, don't do that," Edward sighed, removing my hand from my mouth and replacing it with his lips. It was quick, but it still sent chills up and down my body. He pulled away and caressed my cheek with his hand. "Just as I thought you taste like strawberries and you look very sexy," Edward reassured.

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Eventually we pulled ourselves out of bed and got ready for another grueling day of training.

I personal was getting excited to be going down to the shooting range. Shooting was part of me and I began to miss the time's that were spent with Charlie at the shooting range. We hardly ever talked when we were alone at home, but when it came time to go shoot; we always found it easier to be around each other.

At first, when I started to learn to shoot, Charlie took time to explain everything about the gun; pointing out where the safety was, hot to load and unload the clips and bullets and also ho to clean it. Renee would always get mad when we took over the kitchen table to clean the guns. Both Charlie and I just scoffed it off as her being jealous that we were spending quality time together. I missed it and I missed my parents.

Pulling myself out of my pity fest I heard Edward trying to engage me in a conversation while we were eating breakfast.

"Hey, sweetheart, where are you?" he chuckled.

Before I could answer, the front door opened and Agent Black and Clearwater came in with two women. They weren't dressed as agents, but instead they both had their hair pulled back into tight buns. They wore black smocks down to their knees. They were quite elegant even if their attire was not.

"Good morning, Bella, Edward," Clearwater greeted, as both Edward and I made it to the front room. "This is Tanya and Irina, they work for the FBI. They are here to do your 'makeovers'," she said while making air quotes. "We also brought over all new wardrobes for both of you as well. We want you to put it all together so you can see and get used to what your new appearances will look like. Have fun, we'll be back later to see the finale!" she smiled and before we knew it they were both out the door.

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It felt like I was in my room for hours and hours before I emerged. Tanya had taken Edward in his room, which made me feel a little jealous, to get his new look taken care of. So that left me with Irina. She was extremely nice and chatty, but she warned me not to look in the mirror until everything was done. I complied because first I do like surprises and second I was extremely nervous, I had never had anything remotely close to this done before. I knew Edward probably didn't take as long as I did, so I wondered what he was up too.

As I was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door I gazed upon the image totally taken aback. It didn't even resemble the person I saw this morning in the mirror. From my eye color to my hair color everything was different; which eased my anxiety a smidge, knowing that Aro would probably not recognize me. I was wearing was a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps that settled a few inches above my knee and my feet adorned black Mary Jane stilettos. I was happy for the choice of high heel because of the strap; they at least would stay on. My hair was a golden blonde and had been ironed out pin straight making it touch softly right above my shoulders. The makeup wasn't too bad, but definitely different, there was black eyeliner, smoky eye shadow and black mascara that made my eyelashes look like they went on for miles. The oddest thing and the thing I would have the hardest time to get over were the color of my eyes, deep green. Before when I would look into a mirror I saw apart of Charlie in me and now it was as if I was a stranger to myself.

I was so lost in my appearance that I almost didn't see the other figure that was being reflected in the mirror. Slowly I turned and was faced with a tall, thin, but muscular man with deep brown almost black hair. His eyes were a bright sky blue and he stood frozen in the doorway as he bore his eyes into mine.

This was Edward, but I couldn't get my mind to wrap around it. He looked amazing and it made my mouth water. Hey, don't get me wrong his appearance before did the same thing, but this was all new and exciting. The sight of him made me blush and smile shyly. He was wearing a black suit with the front of his jacket unbuttoned and pulled back while he had his hands in his pockets. His hair was no longer disheveled, but was combed straight back. He didn't shave today so he could grow out a full beard and mustache. I wanted to run my hand down his face. Oui, I had to look away.

"I was right," he finally spoke, breaking the silence. I looked up at him in confusion and understanding that look he explained, "You are hot…you have always been hot…but this," he gestured with his hands and eyes up and down the length of my body. "It's fun and it makes me feel like I am in love with two different people." I blushed.

Wait, did he say he was in love?

"Wh…what did you say?" I stuttered.

"Um..well…I said I am in love..with you," he hesitantly said, while he tried to run his hands through is shorter hair and then tugged on it. "I've told you that before, so why are you looking at me like that." I hadn't realized that my mouth was hanging open, so I quickly shut it.

"Ya…um I know you did, but under the circumstances and us yelling at each other I wasn't quite sure how to take it."

"I am sorry, that probably wasn't the right time to…" I stopped him by closing the distance between us. I reached up and caressed his cheek.

"I am in love with you too," we both smiled and then I laughed. "You are right, it feels like I am in love with two different people."

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The next few weeks were spent on training and getting use to our new looks. The best part of training, I thought, was the target practicing. I proved to both Agent Black and Edward that I truly was experienced with a gun. They stood there in awe and watched me. I didn't mind Edward looking at me like that, but when it came to Agent Black, he looked at me like I was something to eat.

I really noticed what all the training was doing to both Edward and I. I became extremely toned in my abdomen, I almost had a six pack. The same thing happened to Edward, but he ended up with an eight pack and every time we would swim I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I apparently had the same affect on him because whenever we would be kissing he would run his hands over my stomach, pressing, which I ended up tightening my muscles. I knew it affected him when I did that because he would always deepen our kiss when I did so.

At the beginning of our fourth week Edward/Anthony got a phone call from Jane, Aro's secretary informing him that everything was scheduled and we were to leave on Saturday. Our plane tickets, first class, would be at the airport for us. There would be a car for us when we got to McCarran Airport in Las Vegas; which would take us to the Bellagio Hotel.

I was both excited and scared because I never had been to Las Vegas, but scared that this was becoming more of the reality. I wasn't quite sure if I was ready to meet Aro face to face. Also it frightened me that I was going to see what kind of shape Bree and her family were in.

Before I knew it, the week was over and we were on the plane to Las Vegas.

When we were above Las Vegas it reminded me of a huge jewelry box filled with strings of pearls, sparkling rings and lovely shiny crowns.

Check out their new looks on my profile.