A/N: Okay guys I owe you an apology. I was a total fail last week. LOL! RL was just total shit. So yeah...

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Bella

I stared at the guy before me completely stupefied. I'd only met one other person that harnessed something so incredibly powerful. One.

Edward wasn't the little wimp I abducted anymore. No, not at all. Edward Masen had evolved into a very, very dangerous young man.

The precision and grace in which he handled the gun was spot on, and if I'm being entirely honest, it was beyond sexy. In my case, we'll say that honesty is not the best policy. Fatal Attraction isn't just a movie.

"I think I found your trigger, Edward."

He swallowed thickly, staring at me imploringly, "Oh yeah? Feel free to clue me in. I'm drawing a blank here."

"When we were out on the trail you couldn't control your actions, how did you feel?" I asked, hoping he would be able to paint the picture for himself.

"Angry."

"Okay. So, how did you feel just then? Before you fired your first shot?"

"Frustrated."

I raised my brows, gesturing to him with my hands to 'work it out'. His brow dipped in thought as he buried both hands in his hair. I saw the moment the light bulb went off.

"Extreme emotion!" He exclaimed, pointing at me good naturedly.

I nodded slowly, an involuntary smile tugging at my lips. His excitement was contagious as he swooped me up in a tight hug. The whoosh of air that burst through my lips wasn't because I was surprised.

Well, yes, I was surprised, but not because I was in his arms with my feet dangling at least a foot from the floor. It was because I could feel the definition of his torso muscles through the thin material of his shirt. I could see the tensing and release of the strong muscles in his biceps and forearms. The humdinger of it all was, I literally had to fight to not squirm and press my legs together to squelch the burning inferno between my legs.

I. Am. So. Fucked.

He lowered me to the ground, pulling back slightly to look down at me. He abruptly took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm sorry, I didn't.. I shouldn't have just grabbed you like that." He stammered, his eyes everywhere but on my face.

I realized a moment too late that I was staring at him with the deer-in-headlights look. I shook my head slightly, schooled my features, and patted his arm awkwardly, "No, it's fine. You just surprised me a little there." I could feel the flush creeping down my neck, mind you I was not embarrassed.

"So, er.. I think I'm going to run to the room to take a shower." He stammered, thumbing over his shoulder.

I nodded, albeit a little jerkily,all the while picking imaginary lint off my shorts. "Yeah, sure. I'll just shower in Alice's room. I'll see you at dinner. You know, in the mess hall." I internally facepalmed in honor of my ridiculous word vomit.

[~x.X T.H. x.X~]

"Alice, what the hell am I gonna do!?" I hissed, pacing from one side of the room to the other. "This is not good. This is so not good."

Her slate grey eyes followed me back and forth as I mumbled maniacally to myself.

"First of all, you're going to stop trying to wear a hole in my carpet. Second of all, you need to sit down and tell me what you're talking about. Nothing you've said since you got here has made any sense!"

I flopped down in an armchair, deflated and defeated. "I need to get laid."

She paused, blinked, and exploded into hysterical laughter. "That's what you intruded on my personal time to tell me?"

"No, Alice." I sighed, glaring at her amusement. "I almost tackled Edward and dry humped him into oblivion."

That set her off on another giggle fit, and I had to refrain from slapping her. "What's wrong with that? You two do have to spend a lot of time together. It's only natural."

"That may be true, but I doubt it will be that funny when C.J. hears about this."

Her laughter abruptly stopped and her eyes widened. I threw a sardonic grin her way, "Yeah, that's what I thought. He's already livid. That's just more fuel to the fire."

"Yeah, he is pretty mad." She nodded derisively, "You might as well have fun. He's probably going to kick your ass anyway."

I scowled at her, "Alice, you're like the worst confidant ever. Hands down."

"So I've heard." She mused dryly. "Moving on past your emo bullshit, C.J. expects a call within the next twenty four hours. So you need to steel yourself, and stop brooding. Capiche?"

I waved my hand dismissively, "Sure, sure."

"Oh, and go shower. You smell like a chicken shit." She chirped, dodging the pillow flying towards her face.

After showering, I pulled on an a pair of Alice's oversized yoga pants and a tank top and we both headed towards the mess hall. The sinking in the pit of my stomach was much worse now that I'd had time to ruminate on the situation, making eating practically impossible. I grabbed an orange, foregoing the heavier options, and sat down at the usual table I shared with Edward.

He glanced up from the stack of papers in a manila folder he was reading, giving me a small smile of acknowledgement.

"What'cha got there, sexy pants." Alice piped, shoving a forkful of penne pasta in her mouth.

"Sexy pants? No, Allie. Just no." He snickered, pushing the file towards us.

"That, ladies, is the work up of Emmett McCarty. My first mission."

I watched Alice freeze right next to me, her eyes darted to mine imperceptibly, and I granted her with the tiniest bob of my head.

"Emmett McCarty? What have you found out about him so far?" I asked, flipping through the pages in front of me lazily.

"Well, besides the fact that he's built like a British shit house, not much. Apparently he's a broker for Breaking Dawn Investments, lives a pretty mediocre life, seems pretty low key."

I flipped through page after page taking note of the usual run of the mill information. Name, date of birth, social security number, photos, mode of transportation, etc. I flipped it closed, sliding it back his way again. "So, how do you feel? Nervous? Excited?"

"A little of both." He shrugged, "It's just a little stage fright. I'm sure I can handle it."

I smiled at his new found confidence, shaking my head playfully. "I'm sure you're right. So, when is your deadline?"

"It says..." he paused flipping through the pages, "fourteen days."

I nodded, "Let's go case this clown."

His lips twisted into an excited grin, "Lead the way."

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