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A/N Okay. I realize a large majority of my readers are females. And I must say I am shocked. Both of them, ladies? Bella gets both of them? Naughty girls ;)

Chapter 2

BPOV

God what a day. The lab was running behind so we were having to wait on fingerprints and DNA. I ran through crime scene photos all day. All I got was violent rage and that damn symbol on the wall. Nothing about the symbol showed up in any search I did. Nothing special about it. Almost simplistic. Of course the guy did have to write it in blood in a short amount of time so I suppose complex was out of the question.

Giving up I decided to come here. A local bar. Hang out for cops. Cops. Not feds. Screw it. They could get over it if I could.

I had already been approached twice by guys who had patrol cop written all over them. I shot them down. Figuratively, no literally. Although one was being such a pest I considered shooting him.

"Could I buy you a drink?" I heard a voice from behind me.

"I have a drink. Are you fucking blind?" I replied without looking at him.

"Not the last time I checked. Why don't you buy me a drink for being short with me and we will call it even?"

I turned around and my heart stopped.

Pale skin? Check. Incredibly gorgeous? Check. Obviously ripped even though he didn't appear to be the gym type? Check.

His eyes weren't red or gold but I would bet Edward's virginity that he was wearing contacts. His eyes were a dark brown.

Vampire.

He was smiling. Grinning actually. Longish shaggy dark hair and goatee. Killer smile. Literally. Still he seemed…happy? Not sadistic happy but happy happy. How to play this?

"A drink huh? That's okay. I'm only buying for myself tonight."

"Mind if I buy my own drink and sit with you?"

I took a deep breath. If he wanted to kill me there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. May as well make nice.

"Sure, help yourself."

He sat on the bar stool and reached out his hand.

"I'm Garrett."

I shook his hand. Smooth skin, cold skin. Yep. Vampire.

"Pleasure. You got a last name?"

"Uh…Adam…son?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" I laughed. Vampires and their names. I bet he didn't even remember what his real last name was.

"Sorry. I'm just in shock that a beautiful woman such as yourself would take an interest enough to ask me a question. So what is your name?"

I rolled my eyes. Cheesy.

"Bella Swan."

May as well have some fun. A girl can only die once.

"Well Garrett Adamson, I hate to drink alone. Bartender! Vodka on ice for my friend here."

The bartender brought my order and Garrett smiled. He raised his glass in a toast.

"To us Bella, and the beginning of a beautiful friendship." I tipped his glass.

"No matter how short it is, huh?" I winked at him.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. I must be a little tipsy to be cracking jokes with a human eating vampire.

"So what do you do Bella Swan? For a living?" I was slightly surprised when he turned his drink up and drained half of it. That's going to come up later.

"I'm an FBI profiler, New York Office. What do you do?"

"I'm an investor."

"What do you invest in?"

"Whatever makes money."

"That's pretty general." I said.

"I see something of value and I go after it." He winked.

Cheesy again. But kind of cute.

"So you live around here?"

Or hang out upside down on rooftops flapping your sparkly wings?

"Yes. Not far from here. You?"

"Yeah. About ten blocks away."

"How long have you been with the FBI?" Nosy vampire. I wonder if he chatted up all potential meals like this?

"I graduated Quantico two years ago."

"You must have a fascinating job."

"Yes. I get a kick out of going after killers. Those who prey on humans. Nothing worse than a stronger person killing a weaker person. Sadistic murdering bastards drive me crazy." I smiled.

I lit a cigarette. He wasn't smiling anymore.

"You want one?"

"Sure." He responded. The smile was back. This should be good.

I give him credit. He lit up like he had been doing it since high school.

"Are you working on any special cases right now?"

"Yeah a werewolf murder. Have you seen any around?" I asked.

"I'm sorry?" He looked surprised.

"I was kidding. Lighten up there, Garrett Adamson."

"Of course. You just took me by surprise…"

This was fun. He was pretending to be human while I pretended not to know he was a vampire. It beat torturing Edward with tales of my sexual adventures. Course I had to make up most of them but I have a good imagination. It makes me a good profiler.

"You hungry?" I asked. See how he likes that.

"No. I ate before I came out tonight. I am very particular about my diet. I hate to stuff myself."

"You look like that isn't a problem for you."

"I could say the same about you."

I shrugged my shoulders. "My job doesn't exactly lend itself to a healthy lifestyle. I eat when I can and pretty much live off caffeine and nicotine."

"Let me take you to dinner then. A proper one."

"You want to take me to dinner?" I smirked.

Or have me for dinner?

"Yes. Would you be interested? Or we can do something else if you want?"

A vampire wanted to take me out. I really didn't have time for this. He would most likely kill me. But if he wanted to I couldn't exactly stop him. This was too strange. He was pretty hot. For a cold guy.

This was too strange not to see what happens next.

"I'm kind of in the middle of a big case right now. I don't know how much time I will have and I may have to leave at a moment's notice but if that is okay with you, where did you have in mind?"

"What is your favorite food?"

"Chilli dogs." Easy enough. It will make a mess coming out of him later.

"Then I know of an excellent vendor near Central Park. How about chilli dogs in the Park tomorrow night?"

"You want to go to the Park at night?" Of course he wouldn't be worried.

"I am sure having an FBI agent with me I will be perfectly safe." He smiled. He really was kind of cute. I hadn't seen a vampire since I sent Eddie packing the last time he decided to stalk me at NYU. I forgot how damn charming they could be. Especially the grown up ones.

"Fine. 7 tomorrow night?"

"Sounds great. Where can I pick you up?"

"Give me the address where the vendor hangs out and I will meet you there." I wasn't stupid enough to give him my address. Course I'm stupid enough to get drunk with him here and eat chilli dogs with him.

"Perhaps we should exchange numbers? If we can't find each other we could text."

I took a deep breath. How did the vampire know to catch me when I was drunk enough to give him my real number?

"I'm going to give this to you but if you turn out to be an obsessive stalker I am going to shoot you." I told him, looking in his fake brown eyes.

"Of course Bella."

We exchanged numbers and he kissed my hand. For a hard as rock vampire he had some soft lips.

He was gone before I knew it. Seeming to glide out of the bar. I suppose he probably did.

What a weird night.

Peter POV

"How did it go?" I couldn't wait to hear how he struck out.

"Excellent. She has a fire to her. Sarcastic, relaxed, even prettier up close. We have a date tomorrow night."

Fuck no.

"You have a date?"

"Yes. Chilli dogs in the park." He was way too happy.

"Wow. Chilli Dogs. When is the wedding?"

"A better question is when is your date with her?"

"Shut up. I plan to ask her when she isn't under the influence of alcohol. I don't need help like you do."

"Whatever Peter. I'm going to my place. Get over to yours and let's play X Box."

"You go ahead without me. I got business to take care of tonight."

"We agreed to no stalking." He said. Fuck him.

"I'm going hunting."

"Great. I will come with you!"

"No. I want to hunt alone."

"You are going to follow her aren't you?"

"Nope."

"Do what you must. I don't need to follow her. I know exactly where she will be at 7 PM tomorrow night."

"I'm goin to hunt. Get the fuck out of here, Gar."

He left laughing.

I saw her walk out of the bar. Time to follow her.

She got into a small blue two door car parked in front of the bar illegally. Didn't seem very law abiding considering she just spent two hours drinking. Oh well.

I jumped on my bike and followed at a safe distance. In the traffic she wouldn't notice me. We traveled for twenty minutes to go ten blocks. Fucking New York traffic.

She finally pulled up to an apartment building and went into the underground garage. I parked a few spots down from her and stayed in the shadows. I would very discreetly just check out where she lived. It would make casually bumping into her seem more casual. I waited for her to get out. The car door opened. The car door closed. No footsteps.

What the hell?

I waited another couple minutes and finally had to see how it was fucking possible my vampire hearing missed her. I strolled casually toward her car and walked around the driver's side. Her car was empty.

"Something I can help you with cowboy?"

I turned and saw her pointing a gun at my head. Shit. Way to be a vampire Petey. You just got busted by a tiny slip of a girl with a big gun.

"Uh…"

"Hands up now or I am drilling you through your forehead and planting a gun on you. Step out into the light."

Little lady wasn't playing around. Garrett was right. She was even prettier up close.

I walked out to the front of the car with my hands up. It would be kind of hard to explain a bullet bouncing off my skull.

"Evening ma'am."

Her eyes widened. I didn't bring any contacts because I had not planned on meeting her tonight. This sucked. She was looking directly at my eyes.

"What are the fucking odds?" she whispered.

"What was that?"

She dropped the gun.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Peter Whitlock, ma'am."

"Why were you following me Peter Whitlock?" She was naturally suspicious. But at least she wasn't pointing a gun at me anymore.

"Uh…you had a tail light out? I think?"

"Uh huh." She didn't believe me. "You think, huh?"

"It looked like it was out. Could be a short. I could check it out for you." May as well show her how handy I was. Garrett didn't know shit about cars. Idiot would buy a new one instead of just changing the damn oil.

"So you saw a short in a tail light and decided to follow me for ten blocks to let me know. But instead of walking up when we parked you waited for me to move for five minutes while sitting in the shadows?"

I faked a deep breath.

"Can I be honest with you?"

Can I please have a second to come up with a better lie?

"I don't know. You haven't yet." She smirked. I guess the red eyes aren't freaking her out.

"I saw you outside the bar and thought you were really pretty. I wanted to approach you but you left. I followed you hoping I could casually meet you. I got nervous when we pulled into the garage and didn't want to approach you because I figured you would think of me as a stalker and it really isn't true. I mean by the strictest definition of the word, yes, I was stalking you, but it wasn't like an obsessive stalking but more like a cute innocent, want to meet you kind of stalking. So now that I have pretty much screwed up my chances and you pulled a gun on me you think we can just call this a disaster and you let me go without shooting me?"

She began laughing. She was doubled over laughing.

"I realize this was a clusterfuck but you don't have to laugh quite so hard." It was kind of rude.

"I'm sorry. This has been a weird night and I thought you might be a were… and then to see that you are a…nevermind. It's just that was the more honesty than I expected. You really are a mess aren't you?"

I smiled a bit. I guess I kind of was.

"You have no idea. In the spirit of honesty my former girlfriend left me for another woman about 5 years ago. So yeah, this talking to a girl thing is kind of new to me. I've been gun shy since then."

"Well you have definitely caught my attention. So now that you have talked to me, is it all you expected it to be?"

"Depends. Can I ask your name and why you carry a cannon under your coat?"

"My name is Bella Swan. The cannon is part of my job." She smiled.

"So uh,,,what do you do?" I had to remember that I didn't know these things.

"FBI. What about you? Auto mechanic?"

Hmmm. Not a bad idea.

"Yeah but kind of self employed at the moment."

"Lot of money in that?"

"Enough I suppose."

"Well, it's late and I have to be at work early. It was nice to meet you Peter. Do me a favor and don't follow me to my apartment."

"Oh…okay. Hey wait." May as well press my luck.

"Yeah?"

"You interested in maybe going out?" I smiled at her. Maybe that vampire magnetism would…

"With a guy who followed me home after seeing me outside a bar for no more than thirty seconds?" She seemed surprised.

"Yeah. Why not?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Unless you have a boyfriend already?"

"No…do you know a guy named Garrett Adamson by chance?"

"Nope." So much for honesty.

"Really? Because you two seem like you would have a lot in common."

"Never heard of him."

That's not technically a lie. Garrett's last name is not Adamson.

"Okay then." She turned to walk off.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" She was grinning. She was playing with me.

"How about it? You know I am a complete disaster. It can only get better from here right?"

She walked slowly up to me.

"I'll give you credit. You got a lot of balls to ask me out after this. I like big balls. Do you have big balls Peter?"

"The biggest." I whispered. Damn I could feel the heat coming off of her.

"What did you have in mind?"

Uh…good question.

"Anything?"

"Anything huh? I tell you what? You come up with something interesting. I'm going to give you my number. You come up with something good and if I am intrigued then I will let you take me out." She pulled a card out of the purse she placed her cannon in. She stroked my hand while handing it to me.

"Saturday?"

"Not tomorrow?" she asked. I thought she was going out with Garrett…oh but she didn't know I knew that. Pay attention Peter.

"I'm actually rebuilding an engine tomorrow night. So Saturday?"

"Yeah. Call me Saturday morning. If it sounds good, we will talk. Good night Peter."

She turned and walked away. If she thought I wasn't going to stand here and stare at her ass in those tight jeans she was out of her mind.

"Stop staring at my ass Peter Whitlock. It's not very polite." She said without breaking stride.

Damn it.

"Well that was smooth." Garrett said walking up behind me.

"I got a date didn't I?"

"After I am done with her tomorrow night you will be lucky if she remembers your name. Of course this little episode may be hard to forget."

"Shut up. You enjoy your chili dogs, I'm going to plan a date that will make her want to vomit up your wieners."

"Good luck with that. I'll be at home. See you on X Box."

BPOV

Okay. Recap. Got nowhere on the case. No ID, no connection between the first two victims. All deaths during full moons. I better have an ID tomorrow morning or I am ripping some lab geek's nuts off.

Now, to recap tonight. Two vampires asked me out. I have two dates on two consecutive nights with two vampires.

I'm a fucking idiot. This is exactly the kind of high risk behavior that gets me in trouble. All my instructors said I took too many chances.

Still though. I mean they were both cute. No way they didn't know each other. Both asked me out. I shouldn't go out with both though. I mean what kind of ho would that make me?

I knew who to call.

"Hello Bella."

"Edward put your sister on the phone."

"Which one?"

"You know which one."

"How was your night, Bella?"

"It was wonderful. On the way home I saw a bum who said he was hungry and I let him eat me out. Now will you please put your sister on the phone?"

"Yes…"

"What's up you psychotic whore?"

"Rose you fake blonde bitch, how have you been?"

"I've been great Bella. What's up?"

"Two hot guys asked me out tonight. I pretty much said yes to both of them. I'm a whore right?"

"Are these the albinos that are so famous in the house now?"

"No, but now that I think about it, they are kind of close."

"Is one of them noticeably hotter than the other?" she asked.

"Nope. Both different but both hot."

"Personality?"

"Too soon to tell. Both made me laugh."

"They made you laugh? Holy hell. Were you drunk?"

'Not really." Maybe a little.

"Date em both. At least once. You can decide after that."

"What if I like them both?"

"Take them each for a test drive in bed and see which one handles better." I heard Edward yell Rose's name in the background. Hehe.

"Which one do you think would give you cuter kids?" she asked.

"Rose, I don't give a damn how many times you bring this up. I don't want kids. I don't even like kids that much. And don't start on that whole you don't know what you are giving up crap. I'm not in the mood. I called for booty advice not kid advice."

"Fine. One date a piece. If you can't decide then fuck them both. If you still can't decide then just know that I hate you very much."

"I suppose I could keep trying until one of them gets an edge over the other." I mused. "But I am not a whore. I am not going to sleep with both of them."

Definitely not.

Probably not.

Maybe not.

I would be lying if I didn't say it was possible.

"Whatevs. Hey look Pixie is freaking Edward out because she can't see your future anymore."

"The nosy bitch shouldn't be looking." I pointed out.

"What can I say? Edward wears us all down."

"Must be all that repressed sexual frustration." I thought out loud.

Hmmm. Can't see my future?

"Didn't you tell me Alice couldn't see the wolf pack's futures?"

"Yep. Why? You on a path back to La Push?"

"Not hardly. What can you tell me about werewolves?"

"Considering you used to fuck one, I would imagine you know more than me." She had a point.

"No. What do you know about real werewolves? Change during the full moons, mindless, murderous werewolves. Werewolves who may be able to have enough control to draw graffiti in blood after a kill?"

"What the hell Bella? I thought you were going after human monsters? What are you getting wrapped up in now?"

Damn. Glad I didn't tell her I was going out with two vampires.

"Just tell me what you know?"

"Not much. Let me talk to Carlisle. I will call you tomorrow. You got a werewolf in New York Bella?"

"I don't know Rose. But a girl has to be prepared. Find out if silver bullets really work while you are at it."

"Fine. Night whore."

"Night bitch."

I ended the call and walked to my bedroom. Stripping out of my clothes, I lay down under the covers. I was almost asleep when it hit me.

I walked over to my window and made sure it was locked.