A/N: Just to give you guys heads up, here comes Bella! This was actually the first chapter I wrote for this fic and I wrote the part involving Jasper up until Chris actually meets Bella on a scrap of paper, the rest of the fic was built around this entire scene that I had in my mind. So Enjoy!

I sat in front of the TV, a movie was playing on the screen, but I'm not entirely sure what movie it was, I wasn't paying attention, I hoped to keep myself permanently on this couch in this position. I hoped no one would make me move if they really loved me, they wouldn't do that to me.

Edward had spent the night at her house again…though this time I think she actually knew he was there as opposed to the stalking thing he had been doing. He had come home briefly to change his clothes, before running back to her house.

If I hadn't been walking past his room when he had come home I never would have known he was there. I was getting used to my brother not being home and I'm really sure that's not a good thing.

Our truce in the woods a few days ago was all well and good, but it didn't stop me from wanting things to go back to normal, the way they were 'fore January before the Swan girl moved to Forks.

I sighed and looked at my watch. He wouldn't carry her here and I know he hadn't taken his car. So chances are they would be taking her truck. Classic vehicle yes, but not exactly ready for the Indy 500 nor would it be happy 'bout Edward driving it. It would take them a while to get here, no matter who drove.

I've seen her truck, as cool as it is, I have the feeling that going any speed above 60 might rattle the whole thing apart.

The time I had been dreading for so long was nearly coming to pass, she was on her way here and I would soon meet her, meet her, profile her, and most likely become friends with her, or more than that, accept her as a member of the family all because of my ability to profile, without it I could continue to judge her without knowing her. I don't often hate my profiling ability, but this was going to be one of those times.

I let out a groan, which Rosalie heard as she huffed passed the couch; she was even less excited about this than I, though for very different reasons.

True to my word I had not relayed my sister's feelings towards the girl, no one but Edward and I and maybe Jasper, knew about Rosalie's jealousy.

Edward had been smart for once about this whole thing and had kept what he knew to himself, I guess my brother doesn't have as much a death wish as I originally thought.

My sister reached over and patted my shoulder gently.

"Think anyone would notice if we ran away for the duration?" I asked, completely serious. She nodded "to bad the 'stang's not ready, we could-"

"Chris, just forget about it," Rosalie snapped, "sorry." She said a beat later "just drop it Chris, please." Without waiting for my response, she ran upstairs.

Emmett, who had been sitting next to me watching whatever the movie was, gave me a sympathetic look,

"Don't take it personal Chris,"

"Do I ever?" I replied.

"I should go talk to her, see if I can calm the twister, before it can escalate into a F6."

I raised an eyebrow

"Em, the Fugita scale only goes up to a five, there's never been anything recorded higher than that, least not that I am aware of."

He grinned and nodded

"And do you really want to see anything higher?"

I instantly saw where he was going with this and grinned my first grin in hours, at least since Edward had announced he was going to go pick Her up so she could come and meet us.

I had profiled his intentions back in the forest while we were hunting and it was one of the few times, I wish I had had been wrong about my profile.

"No, not especially" I paused "y'know we had a tornado once go down my street in London."

"Really?" Emmett asked "some reason London really doesn't strike me as Tornado town."

"Yeah, well turns out it was my neighbor after a pack of street cats got into her kitchen and ate all the Christmas ham she had managed to save up for, enough ham to feed two families, gone in a matter of sixty cat led seconds."

Emmett let out a burst of laughter which echoed through the house as he punched my shoulder and headed up towards his and Rosalie's room. After he had disappeared, I thought to mention his lack of body armor or at least some form of protection against Rosalie's fury, something even I know, not to tangle with. But I figured if anyone can stand up to the Rosalie Armageddon…it's Emmett and if not…well I would deeply miss my brother.

The movie I was not watching ended and as the credits began to roll, I thought about turning it off, but thought better of it.

If everyone thought I was too engrossed in a movie, everyone might just leave me alone. Esme had blocked the way to my room, so I couldn't go up there and hide away, and both my parents had threatened no Mustang for a month if I even thought about going out to the garage to hide in the Mustangs frame. It's like my parents don't trust me.

As a new movie started, I tried to pay more attention to it, to look really interested, but I'm really not sure what I was watching I just knew that as far as age goes it could be just as old as me...given the fact it was in black and white, it looked really familiar, but I couldn't place it.

Curiosity got the better of me and I clicked info with the remote, Casablanca…yeah, ok I was close on the age, definitely old school, but not happening.

Quickly I changed the channel going to the lower stations where I hoped to have better luck finding something I could lose myself in or at least something I could look occupied with.

The first two stations were Disney and Nickelodeon, with really dumb looking cartoons blaring on both, TNT held nothing for me, neither did FX, USA had a Law & Order SVU marathon going and A&E was showing reruns of CSI, I was really not in the mood for a crime drama.

Actually strike that, I wasn't in the mood for ANY drama, there was enough of THAT going around in my own house.

We have over 2,000 channels; it was going to take a while to go through them all and find one that would work in my favor.

I growled in frustration and glanced at my watch again, I was running out of time, she would be here shortly.

I had mathematically factored how long it would take Edward to get her here. He would have to drive slower than usual, her truck would only go so fast if it even tried to reach speeds Edward usually goes it would probably rattle apart.

Added to the fact that SHE wouldn't want him to go faster than the speed-limit anyways, apparently she feared his driving more than she feared the fact he's a vampire, but that would factor in the drive from, not the run to.

I was in the hundreds now, nearing the movie channels quickly, I bypassed League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, with Rosalie on the warpath, that would really be a bad movie to put on…it be like putting Dracula 2000 on…not a good idea.

I sighed and was ready to speed through the 200s, when I stumbled on the first Jurassic Park movie, it was half over, but something that could definitely hold my attention and I for one saw no problem with multitasking.

I reached into the pouch of my sweatshirt and pulled out my IPOD and my recently acquired noise canceling headphones, hah. Beat that. I had just doubled my defenses.

The movie would distract my eyes, and the loud blaring music would block my ears, it would take a lot to get my attention now and I silently dared my family to find a way through, my blockade.

I slipped the headphones on and shuffled through my 'pod, until I found the genre section of my IPOD, all my music is organized into different folders on my IPOD and I made sure I had my heavy metal ready to work for me. I had just found all of my Metallica, Rob Zombie, Disturbed, and Rammstein when I heard a roar of what sounded like an un-muffled truck and its tires crunching on the gravel of our driveway.

"Show time," I muttered taking a deep breath, dropping the cushion part of the headphones on my ears, instantly all outside noise was obsolete I still hear some things, but only if I really concentrated on the noises and what I could hear regardless was more of a hum than actual noises. I grinned victoriously, the noise canceling headphones worked, even I had doubted they would, but I was very happy to be proven wrong on this. I pulled my hood up over my head creating a cocoon in my sweatshirt, very comfortable system.

I focused all my attention on the TV in front of me and Metallica's wherever I may roam, booming through my headphones.

I was so focused, that I had to actually concentrate on what was occurring behind me, just in case someone tried something. I had a feeling someone might try to get me to meet Bella, but I really hoped I was wrong.

At any rate, it was going to take something really big to pull me out of this bubble and I have no problem calling it my bubble.

My ability and my imagination built the scene that was occurring behind me near the stairs, Esme and Carlisle welcoming the girl to our house, her being very polite and commenting on the house.

I could feel Jasper and Alice nearby, as they welcomed her as well, all was going great, I used my profile to make sure I wouldn't be caught off guard by ANYTHING.

I felt the floorboards creak under the couch as someone walked near and a flash went through my mind alerting me to what was coming.

Jasper was going to pick up one of the hard cover books on the coffee table and throw it at me to get my attention, sneaky.

I had said it would take something pretty drastic to get my attention, leave it to my military minded brother to find that way.

This time I trusted my prediction I knew it was coming and coming quickly. I prepared myself for the counter.

I leaned to the left just as the book flew past my head, grazing my ear a bit. Instinctively, I reached up and grabbed the book as it made its way past my head towards the TV.

Casually I glanced at the book, to see what Jasper had attacked me with, Webster's dictionary, funny…

Knowing more books could be on their way I pulled my hood off, slipped my headphones off, allowing them to rest comfortably on my neck, my IPOD I carefully put in my pouch, doing all this as slow as possible. Book still in hand I pulled myself to my knees so I was looking over the back of the couch, slipped my hat off and laid gently on the couch. Taking one final deep breath, mainly to reassure myself I looked up at my family and…her.

She was pretty, with caring brown eyes that at the moment were wide open in shock, apparently she hadn't expected Jasper to attack me with a book, nor did she expect me to easily avoid it and catch it.

She studied me as I did her, my original profile, the one I had gotten from her scent in Edward's car it had been entirely correct, everything I had profiled was true and I was right about one other thing as well, she was not someone to be cautious of or fearful of.

I saw why she appealed to Edward so much (her strong scent aside) she was caring and gentle, not to mention, she had an old look, not like a grandmother look, but rather someone older mentally than they are physically, she had an old soul. She seemed startled at finally seeing me up close, like she had expected me to be different somehow. I couldn't place it exactly, but I think she either had expected me to look younger than she was seeing or if she expected me to be older and was surprised by how young I look.

"Gee Jasper," I said, I could hear my accent returning, figured I was nervous it always comes back stronger when I'm nervous. Ignoring it, I forged on "if you needed me to look up a word for you, asking would've worked too, you didn't have to resort to bunging the bloody Webster's!"

I saw her eyes and face light up with surprised happiness, my accent had triggered that response, not what I had said, she was not expecting my accent to be as strong as it is, but she just about sighed over it and I had the distinct feeling she wanted to hug me. Why do girls always fawn over British accents?

Jasper shrugged, and crossed his arms across his chest, looking at me expectantly, a look I was all to happy to return.

"Yes but throwing things at you is so much more effective, asking usually just means you'll ignore me." He replied turning back towards Alice and returning to her side.

I started to glare at him, but thought better of it and simply shook my head at him; I'd get him back, somehow.

"Christian," Esme's rarely used authoritative voice caught my attention, "come over here."

This was it, so much for the TV working in my favor; I shut it off and with my hands shoved deep in my pouch, SLOWLY walked over towards my family.

I stood as close to Esme as possible, thereby staying as far from Bella as possible. Esme placed her hand on my shoulder, keeping me from taking off, which I wanted to do, my feet just weren't getting the message.

I kept my face smooth, I try never to give other's the opportunity to do to me what I can do to them and most of a person's thoughts and actions can be profiled on their face, even so I couldn't stop my eyes from giving away my feelings.

"Bella," Edward said breaking the silence "this is my youngest brother Chris, Chris Bella."

Though I know it was impolite I made no move to shake her hand, I wasn't ready for that and I doubt she was either, but no one chastised me for that, since I did nod my greeting.

I had given into my ability at this point and was profiling her, the tiny part I had gotten from her scent was miniscule from what I got from her body language, her facial expression, stuff like that.

"'ow do you do Bella," I finally said "it's nice to meet you."

"Hello Chris," she replied, my eyes finally catching her attention. Apparently she had heard the rumors about me being almost blind, but had not fully believed them until now or at least had not expected such a color.

She could not believe how foggy blue they are and I saw her give a slight tremble. Edward has said it many times that people believe I am staring right through them into their soul, and Bella now understood why people believe that, I guess in a way it's true, but that has nothing to do with my eye color.

To my surprise, she gave me a gentle smile and I quickly looked away, I was really getting antsy, I couldn't believe she wasn't afraid of my eyes, not afraid to look me straight in the eye like most people who first meet me, they either stare in shock over my eyes or out of fear find it impossible to look me in the eye.

But I could feel my own nerves and timid feeling starting to vanish. I knew it would, I no longer feared Bella Swan, she was kind and every bit deserving of the respect I should give her, but I needed some time, I needed to sort out my profile and confirm everything on my own.

I glanced up at my parents, begging them with my eyes to let me go to my room. Both seemed to understand why I was asking to leave and both knew I needed this time.

Esme nodded and leaned down to give me a kiss on the top of my head. I looked over at my brother for a moment, asking his permission for my next move, which he gave me his approval with his eyes.

I reached forward and held my hand out to Bella, a peace offering, my own sign of acceptance.

"It was a pleasure to finally meet you Bella." I saw her look at Edward as he nodded. She took my hand and returned the shake, I could see her flinch a bit at the coldness of my hand, but I got the feeling she was getting very used to our very cold body temperatures. "If you'll please excuse me," I finished, dropping her hand gently.

I gave my family a nod and without waiting for anyone to object was up the stairs and safely in my room.

So again, the whole thing with Jasper throwing the book at Chris, that whole thing was the first thing I ever wrote for this fic it was how I explained Chris's abilities and his personality to myself so I could mold him into the character he is. Heh, ok so next chapter up tomorrow! Enjoy!