Chapter Three

EPOV

"Bella Swan."

Nothing. That's what I got. Nothing. According to my computer, she didn't exist. Bella Swan was not to have been heard of. What the hell? OH WAIT! Bella was probably short for something… Isabella I'd assume just like my client. Okay, here we go. Searching Isabella Swan.

Nothing. Again. She didn't exist. Hmm. Maybe something was wrong with this computer. Perhaps she was involved in something so guarded that I would need the computers over at headquarters to find out about it. Well, I had to talk to Emmett and Emmett just happens to be over at HQ. Well, let's go.

"She'd have to be in some deep shit to have to use the HQ computers to find her. Are you sure you spelled it right? I mean, you do suck at typing…" Emmett said.

"I do not suck at typing and unless she spells it weird then I'm 100% sure. Gosh!"

"Well, no need to get all pissy. Anyways, shouldn't you be focusing on this case? Jacob Black sounds like a not so nice man."

"Oh course he isn't nice, Emmett," Jasper cut in, appearing form no where.

"Dude, where the hell did you come from?"

"My mother about 25 years ago."

"Ha, you are so funny Jazzy.

"Oh Emmie hush it. Only Alice is allowed to call me that."

"Oh no you didn't!" Emmett all but screamed at him.

"Gosh, you three are such children. Remind me why I hired you?" Oh no, it was our boss.

"Hey Carlisle, my man, what are you doing here? Not that I mind your presence at all, but you, um, usually take Mondays off and with Esme being pregnant and all-"

"Emmett, I think it would be best if you just shut up. I just came to talk to Edward about this case. I was informed that Isabella Dwyer is part of the WPP (A/N Witness Protection Program) and therefore under an alias. I think it would be quite necessary to find out if this Michael Newton is telling anything close to the truth.

"Now, the government was informed of some terrorist threat and now only superiors can access alias and it takes forever, but I have quite a few conections, so I should be able to have it to you by tomorrow and if not Wednesday at the latest. So you can head home for the day. Maybe actually sleep for once in your life."

"Sure, that fine. Thanks, Carlisle. I could use an early day." I replied sincerely.

"Trust me, I know that." He stated with a laugh.

Just call her.

She is not going to think you are a total loser.

It will be good for her to know you're interested.

Okay, I'm doing it.

Ring, Ring.

"Hello?" I gasped as I heard the incredibly angelic voice answer the phone.

"Um Bella? It's me, Edward. I was wondering if you possibly wanted to go get coffee for your lunch break? Or maybe an actual lunch if you're hungry."

Great Edward, couldn't sound stupider.

"I'd love to go out for coffee. Can you meet at French Press? It's right off Hickory."

SCORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I know right where that is. Meet you in like 15 minutes?"

"That's perfect."

Now what to wear?

"… And that is how Alice, all by her lonesome, managed to redo the entire McDonald's setup."

I probably should have been paying closer attention to her story, but her lips were so mesmerizing that all I wanted to do was kiss her. And I might have, but this dang coffee shop was so crowded and I didn't want our first kiss to be in front us a bunch of people.

"Well, that Alice would love my brother's fiancée, Rosalie. She always said whoever came up with the idea needed to be sent to heaven."

And I was rewarded with a laugh!

"I had a great time, Edward, but if I don't hurry I am going to be late and the boss doesn't like too much."

No, don't go!

"I guess I'll let you go then. Can we do this again?"

"I would love that. Call me later."

"Can do."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Dang, she is amazing. Maybe it's a computer glitch?

The Next Day…

6:30am

RING RING RING

God, who is calling me this early?

Oh dearie, it's Carlisle. Wait! I sound like my mother…

"Hey Carlisle, what's up?"

"I have the alias for Isabella Dwyer."

"Well, what is it?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you over the phone. It can only be done in person. These new rules are really bothersome."

"Fine, I'm on my way."

I changed my clothes in a hurry and rushed down to the building, only to find the elevators broken. I hate the stairs!

"Can you tell me the name now?" I asked impatiently.

"Isabella Swan."

WAIT! WHAT?