Disclaimers to Stephenie Meyer and Tomoko Hayakawa.

In ICT. Again. Review please?

Bella stirred. Her head was uncomfortably on the armrest and her back was aching. Edward lay next to her, his was head lolling as he dreamt vividly. He smiled in his sleep and woke up with a start as his head drooped. Edward groaned as he was pulled out a very good dream. His head was banging with a hangover. Bella woke up with a start as well; not remembering what had happened after the alcohol had kicked in. It was a good thing though, because maybe she didn't want to know. Maybe it was best it was left alone. Edward held his head in his hands, the pain of the headache succumbing him into darkness, also his body was stiff from the uncomfortable position he had been in. He looked at Bella, and Bella looked at him. It was a relief that they hadn't done something they'd later regret. Edward groaned in pain again as the throbbing pain of a headache hit him again.

"You shouldn't have drunk so much," Bella scolded Edward, before her headache kicked in. She could hear some random ringing in her ears. She moaned in pain as well.

"Neither should have you," Edward retorted. Bella glared at him, and walked over to the balcony overlooking the island. Edward joined her and together they watched the sunrise.

"It's so beautiful here," Edward sighed, the wind blowing through his hair. Bella's long, brunette hair was swaying in the morning breeze.

"My uncle told me, that this house was specially built here because you could see the sun rise and the sun set every day, and my auntie loved watching the sun rise and the sun set. He actually bought this island for her on their wedding anniversary," Bella smiled, memories flooding back.

"Wow." Edward said, "Do you have an island?"

"No," Bella smiled, "My dad has one, but I never wanted one. I preferred the wide screen TVs and the gory DVDs."

Edward looked at Bella with a gobsmacked impression. Edward then looked away from her.

"What's wrong Edward?" Bella asked softly.

"It must be nice, having parents giving you whatever you want," Edward sighed. Bella tried to press him for more on what he meant, when there was a violent knocking on the door. Bella ran over and opened it, when Emmett fell on her. Emmett was trembling from head to toe, his face pale as a sheet, and his eyes bulging. His voice was raspy and he was ripping his hair out hysterically. Bella half-carried him to a sofa.

"What's wrong?" Bella asked worriedly.

"There's been, there's been a murder, a murder at the hotel," Emmett tried to say to her. Edward looked at him.

"You killed someone?" Edward asked incredulously. Emmett shook his head.

"I found the body!" Emmett cried, grabbing at Edward. Edward tried to loosen Emmett's hands, "It was horrible, I opened the door, I walked in, I saw him lying on the floor, covered in...blood," Emmett said, clasping his fingers tightly, so that his knuckles were white.

"Blood?" Bella said lightly, Edward tapped her shoulder and glared at her. Bella swallowed the multitude of questions she wanted to ask Emmett. They sat in an awkward silence. A knock broke the silence and Bella skipped towards the door and hesitantly opened it.

"Hello, we're investigating the murder of Paolo Donatella, is Emmett McCarty in?" a female officer asked Bella.

"Investigation?" Bella said, her eyes shining, Edward, walked towards Bella and pulled her away.

"Investigation?" Edward asked, staring hard at the female officer. The female officer smiled weakly at Edward's stony glare.

"It's just a follow-up question and answer session, we don't think he's the murderer," she said, losing all confidence.

"We've confirmed time of death to be much earlier than when Mr. McCarty was on camera in the elevator," the male officer said to Edward.

"That means that if Emmett doesn't really want to answer any questions he doesn't have to," Edward said knowingly.

"Yes, but...if he knew any information about the murder..." the male officer started before Edward cut through,

"But you just said that the time of death is much earlier than Emmett getting into the elevator."

"Yes, but..."

"That means that the murderer could have gotten away before Emmett had even left here."

"I know, but..."

"Thanks for visiting, bye."

Edward slammed the door, and glowered at Bella.

"What?" Bella snapped.

"You're making out they you're the murderer with your fascination with the murder," Edward retorted and then looked at Emmett's terrified figure.

Bella headed upstairs. She showered. She changed. She walked out of the door, not listening to Edward soothe Emmett and walked towards the resort.

"What happened?" Alice asked walking down the stairs with Jasper and looking at Emmett.

"He found a dead body at the resort," Edward told her and Jasper.

"What?!" Jasper exclaimed.

"Where's Bella?" Alice asked cheerily. Edward, Emmett and Jasper looked at her and there was a silent understanding.

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Bella walked onto the third floor and asked if she could go into the crime scene.

"No, it's still a crime scene," a forensic scientist said to her.

"Shame," Bella said, ducking under the tape, "I'm in charge of this place when my Aunt's not here." Nothing but anticipation prepared for Bella when she saw the blood pool. The body had long been removed, but the blood interested Bella anyway. She put on latex gloves and then knelt next to the blood pool.

"So what happened here?" Bella said. The forensic scientists were reluctant to answer, but they finally said, "Murder."

Bella nodded once and looked closely at the blood pool. So they were playing ball were they? Bella smiled and she looked at the place surrounding the blood pool. If the sun hadn't just risen, throwing light into the whole room, then Bella wouldn't have seen it. There, on her right was something under the bed, shining in the morning light. Bella had a mean fastball.

"Well..." Bella said, reaching out for the thing underneath, and tentatively pulling it out with a finger. She saw what it was and held it up, "That's a shame, because someone left a blood-stained knife for you to find."