A/N: Sorry, I know I said I hate these. Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed…you inspired me to forgo studying for my econ midterm, and write instead. So if I fail, it's your fault. And I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors- I proofread, but I can't catch everything. Also, I forgot to add a disclaimer. So I'll just issue an "I don't own anything" blanket disclaimer and we can have it count for the whole story. Ok, I think we're good now. On with the show!

Edward

"Ms. Swan? Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen. You've already met my son. I'm assuming he told you about the accident?"

Bella nodded her head quickly, and shot a quick glance to her friend, who was bouncing up and down, clearly waiting for an opportunity to speak.

"Allow me to explain some of your injuries. Don't worry, there was nothing too serious…"

My father started to tell Bella about her injuries, and my mind wandered. I was entranced by the slightly annoyed look on the patient's face. Every so often she would glance my way and scowl a bit. Strange. Women don't usually react that way to my presence.

My reverie was interrupted by the sound of Bella's voice, throaty and sensual.

"Ok, I'll take the pain meds and come back if I have any problems. Can I leave now?" she asked impatiently.

Before my father could answer, her little friend jumped in excitedly.

"No way in hell can you leave, Bella! You were attacked! Your life is in danger. Detective Cullen," she turned her attention to me, "did Bella tell you about the notes she received at work? I have them right here. Let me show you. Oh, I'm Alice by the way"

Bella made a noise that sounded startlingly similar to a growl and shot an evil glare at her friend. I could have sworn she mumbled "evil miniature thief" under her breath. I smiled inwardly.

Alice handed me a ziplock bag with three pieces of crumpled, folded paper inside. The girl was good- she knew not to touch evidence. Though, I'm sure the evidence was so contaminated anyway after Bella handled it that no prints could be lifted from it. I carefully opened the bag, and grabbed a pen out of my pocked to unfold the paper with.

I skimmed the notes quickly. The first one said:

Watch where you walk, sweetheart. Wouldn't want you to get tripped up.

Well, that's vague. Clearly, there's a threat imbedded in the words, but the note is completely ambiguous. The second note was a bit clearer and more juvenile:

I've seen London, I've seen France, soon I'll get in Bella's pants.

"Detective Cullen," Bella started.

"Edward," I corrected her quickly.

"Ok, Edward. Clearly, you can see that these notes mean nothing. It's just a childish prank."

I might have agreed with her, had I not opened up note number three at that very moment:

My mother once told me to look both ways when I cross the street.

This idiot was not creative at all. But, there was an obvious connection to the accident, whether Bella wanted to admit it or not. There was no way I was letting her go home without some form of protection.

"Bella, look at this. There's clearly something going on. I'm not going to say that the car hit you purposely…" I began, since I didn't want to freak her out. But I would bet my life that the car was headed for Bella and no one else. "But the facts indicate that you have someone stalking you- someone dangerous, even if your accident has nothing to do with these notes."

She huffed and rolled her eyes at me, unhappy with what I was saying. I knew it was about to get a lot worse.

"So here's what we're going to do. You're going to take my number, Bella, and call me if there's another incident, or if anything seems suspicious. Alice, you're going to call me if Bella convinces herself that there isn't a threat and chooses not to call me. If the situation escalates, we'll talk again and consider a more drastic plan. Got it?"

Bella sighed again but stayed quiet. On one hand, I was terribly upset that someone was targeting this innocent woman. On the other, I was secretly pleased that I would get a chance to speak to her again.