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DISCLAIMER: I am in no way,shape or form associated or affiliated with Stephenie Meyer. She owns everything apart from the plot. (Im The Genious That Came Up With That)

And now that we've cleared up the fact I'm just your average Joe (or Beckky?) shall we continue with the story?

I think we shall...

A heart cannot be fixed with Sellotape, only Glue will hold

**Chapter One**

I think I'll get out of here,

Where I can run,

Just as fast as I can,

To the middle of nowhere,

To the middle of my fustrated fears,

And I swear you're just like a pill,

Instead of making me better,

You keep making me ill,

You're just like a pill

Just Like A Pill - P!NK

(AN: Oh and before I forget... again... there are a load of chapter related pictures such as; outfits, bellas home and car, blah blah blah... on my profile! )

"Ms Swan, your 4 o'clock appointment is here to see you." Came the voice of my assistant, Carmel, through the speaker on my desk.

"Thank you, Carmel, and how many do times do I need to ask you to call me Bella?" I replied through the intercom.

"At least once more Ms Swan." She laughed.

"Okay, send the client in and would you be so kind as to bring their file in as well."

"Of course, right away, Ms Swan."

The door to my large office opened then showing two women I never thought I would see again. Carmel scurried in past them, her instincts obviously making her aware of their danger. She passed me the files and I waved her out of the room onto her break and she shot me a grateful look and as swiftly as she could, without seeming impolite, left the room.

"Hello Mrs Cullen and Miss Hale, is it? How can I be of assistance today?" I said scanning through the file and barely acknowledging them, feigning nonchalance. I looked up when I heard Esme's stifled sob. She was stood eyes watering and with her hand over her mouth looking at me in disbelief.

"Oh, Bella, sweetheart, is that really you?" Came her mothering voice that could make stronger men weak at the knees.

"Yes, Esme. It is a pleasure to see you again, how is everyone? Are you in the area long?" I had to know, what I had to expect.

"Yes, we just bought a house in the suburbs. Carlisle is working at Washington Memorial Hospital, as you can see Rosalie and I are working in Child Protection Services and Emmett and Jasper are at college again doing Psychology majors. In fact they're outside in the foyer, if you want I could call them in?" I am glad she knew to stop at Jasper and Emmett because I did not need or want to hear about the other two playing 'happy-fucking-families'.

"That'd be lovely, Esme." I was telling truth it would be I did miss them contrary to belief.

"Boys, come in here." She said in her normal tone.

In came three of the most dazzlingly beautiful men in existence. Carlisle, with his blond hair and mature stature. Emmett with his curly brown locks and his dimply smile and Jasper, with the most amazing facial structure I have ever seen, ass wasn't half bad either.

"Bella, it's a pleasure to see you again, how have you been?" Carlisle said, smiling at me.

"Oh, I've been fabulous thank you, what about yourself?"

"I've been well, thank you for asking."

"Your welcome. Now, Esme, what did you and Rosalie need?"

"We have a young girl, Abby. Her mother was murdered by her father but, he was found not guilty, yet we know he is. We need a re-trial; we believe that Abby's mother's lawyer was paid so as to let her father Craig get away with the charge."

"What made you come to me?"

"Our friends in Denali, I don't know if we told you about them but, you represented their covens' leader Eleazer last year when he sued his gardener for damaging his property. He came to your firm and they passed him to you - even though your cases are more white-collar - because he was rich." I recognised the name instantly, I also suspected he was apart of that coven as that was his last name at the time, it was obvious he was a vampire even with the blue contacts he wore.

"Ah, yes. Eleazer Denali, I presume?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Thought as much, no human runs a temp that cool or looks that great, no matter how much silicone is injected and inserted into their bodies." They all laughed at that, or maybe it was the fact I'd gained a sense of humour.

"It's funny 'cos it's true!" Exclaimed Emmett, in that loud voice of his.

"Well, as fun as this meeting has been I am afraid I have another appointment at 4:30, so I will have to say goodbye, I will send you my number if you want and maybe we can do this again sometime, where you can be yourselves." I put emphasis on the last word and they gave me sweet smiles.

"That's very considerate of you Bella; we would look forward to it."

"Perfect, well I will speak to you soon. Have a lovely day." I put on a cheery smile and escorted them out; I walked back to my desk and asked Carmel to call in my next client.

I'd just finished the final mountain of paperwork, so I walked out of my office locked the doors and set the alarm. The place was deserted, to anyone else, it might even seem scary, but not me. Walking through the car park outside the building, I was exhausted and in my own little world, dreaming of my jet shower that awaited me when I got home. I reached my car and was grabbed from behind by a dark shadow, the figure smelt of tobacco and whisky - the kind my boss would drink - he had his hand over my mouth and pulled me over to a tree at the entrance of the surrounding woodlands. He pushed me up against the trunk and stuck my hands behind my back in the 'you're under arrest' fashion, you could say. I'd love to say that as I was merely human, I was petrified, but I wasn't, I was pumped with adrenalin and ready to put 2 years of martial arts training into practise when the figure - who I can now distinguish as a man - spoke.

"Listen, you little cunt, stay the fuck away from the Robertson case. Keep your pen pushing nose out of it or I will be back, with friends and we will kill you, slowly and very painfully. Got it, bitch?" If that was his attempt at intimidation, it wasn't a very good one. Putting all of my force behind it I knocked my head back, hearing a satisfying crunch of his nasal bone shattering, spun around and delivered a perfect roundhouse kick to the back of his ear, knocking his jaw out of place. I leant down to his crumpled form and whispered into his ear, using my 'this-chick-means-business' voice.

"No, I don't 'got it'. Try anything like that on me again and you won't have it either, although I doubt your it and my it are the same two its. Capish?"

The figure spat in my face and tried to get up. Oh, no you fucking do not! I smashed my heel into his face and he fell down again, unconscious this time. I walked off leaving him there and hopped into my car and on the way home, I knew one thing: that case was MINE!

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