Okey dokey time for me to finally update this. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in some time... actually I don't remember the last time I did.... ANYWAY school sucks because I have bunches of junk to do in less than 2 weeks time... but christmas break is coming and I will be writing more often.... I hope ^_^. I took the case idea from an episode of Bones, and that's probably where most of the case ideas will come from. I am not that creative and am incapable of creating such interesting ideas. Here's chapter 2 of Reaching for Heaven. Please review!!

I do not own Bones nor do I own Twilight

Chapter Two

BPOV

The next 13 years of my life were spent with Renee... after she left Charlie a month after my "birth." She'd move us somewhere, find a loser for a boyfriend, get her heart broken, then we'd pack up and leave the next day. Yup, my life consisted of moving and Renee bringing home strange men whom she swore would never take any time away from the time she spent with me (which was always a lie and they always did) and me becoming musical... well more musical I should say. Before this, I was able to play the piano, violin, and I could sing. Now I can do those plus the guitar and the flute. And now I have enough time to write my own songs. Anyway, whenever Renee has left me to fend for myself, I pick up my guitar and just start playing.... and I'll play for hours, not even really realizing the time that has passed. And when I put it down because of something, I can feel my fingers itching to get back to it and being again.

I never did see that strange family from Forks again. I suppose most of the time we moved, we stayed in the south, where Renee could bask in the sun and I could stay inside all day long, completely ignoring her requests to join her. Just in case you're wondering, all my past degrees and diplomas have been safely hidden, where only I could find them. The only thing I've kept with me at all times is the pendent. If I didn't have that with me, I think Renee would either a) beat me with a stick demanding to know where her daughter was or she would b) not even notice... how wonderful... Anyway back to music. It has made me more creative than I have ever been in my past 3000 years. I'm sure you're wondering what the heck I did all those years.. well put it this way: if you need help shopping or planning a party, call me up. But don't expect me to be all sunny sunshine about it. Spending almost all your life planning and attending extremely dull social gatherings... well you tend to pick a few things up, like the do's and do not's of a big holiday party. Yes, we did celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas, as ironic as that sounds.

But with this new musical gain, its like I see both sides clearer. No matter how much easier it is to write depressing lyrics of a lost love or something, I enjoy the challenge of writing something happy, like finding the lost love and living happily. That probably made no sense... well it did to me. It's just so much easier to claim that one is angry, depressed, or confused because we wish to protect ourselves from rejection, when in fact we are the ones doing the rejecting. Reaching for the feelings outside our comfort zone that maybe we aren't familiar with or have had bad experiences with in the past makes us expose ourselves... something we all try to avoid. Hey, at least I can claim that I tried. I tried to expose myself and keep those feelings alive, always doing new things or doing old things with new people. Possibly, that's the reason many humans cut themselves short. That which they want makes them feel or reach for something they believe is above them.... when in fact, sometimes, they are above it... that which we're dreaming of actually is what we need....

Wow, completely random tangent that has absolutely nothing to do with anything.... Continuing with Renee, I eventually got tired of how often she moved us around. I wish she had stayed with Charlie, but apparently she couldn't stand the little, quiet town anymore. So, she packed her bags and me, and left. Where all the money that was needed for us to move as often as we did.... that just kinda appeared. She was only a part time kindergarden teacher and that barely paid for my babysitters. Of course I never asked since it would be a little strange for a 13 year old child to be worrying about finances... not that it doesn't happen, but she may just lose it if I appear more mature than her.

We were living in Phoenix when I finally cracked. She had met some guy named Phil who played minor league baseball... and he was probably going to be stuck there forever. He was nice enough and treated me well enough, but I had already made up my mind. So, I called Charlie to tell him that I was coming home, packed my things (i.e. my diplomas and other trinkets), bought a ticket, left Renee a note, and left. I was tired of acting like an ignorant child who has to somehow take care of her own mother. I knew Charlie could handle my maturity much better than Renee could.

"Bells! It's great to see you again kiddo! I've missed you." I saw him outside of the airport after my plane landed. I dashed into his wide open arms and hugged him as tightly as I could.... without hurting him. He may not be my real father, but he may as well be. He has the same color hair and the same personality as Tacitus, but he's not a demon.

"So, how's your mother doing?"

I felt sorry for the man. He loved Renee so much, even though his feelings weren't returned. I honestly think that he would go to any limit to protect her and possibly win her back.

"She's fine. She met some guy named Phil." He was silent, almost begging me to continue, "He's nice enough. Maybe a little bit too young, but then again I never really met the man."I

The rest of the ride home was silent, except for my occasional humming of some tune that was playing on the radio. I could see the corners of his eyes crinkle in happiness as I sang along with some song, soaking in the fact that his "daughter" was really back to stay. I cooked dinner that night. It must have been strange for him to not be eating pizza or take out, because when I set down the dish, he stared at it as if he expected to move and break out into song and dance or something. And it was only spaghetti. He had left the house about an hour after picking me up from the airport, saying he was going to get some case file from the station and that he would be back in less than an hour. When he returned and noticed that there was no pizza or take out waiting for him, he came running into the kitchen to see what I had possibly burned.

Boy was he shocked when he saw a fresh plate of spaghetti sitting before his usual spot. "You can cook Bella?" I smiled.

"Sometimes I would be home alone for hours at a time during the night since Mom was always working late. So I would cook dinner and leave her plate in the microwave where she would eventually find it and eat it whenever she got home." We sat down and began eating in silence.

"Dad, can I go to work with you this weekend?"

I missed working with the police and others in the anthropology department. It was always my favorite topic because I wanted to make a difference. I didn't want to be just Bella Swan, a runaway demon and the daughter of a police chief and flighty mother... I wanted to be someone. I liked the puzzles that the human body and mind created for me. Each case, each story had a special set of morals that created a new adventure for everyone, a new chance to learn.

"Sure, I don't see why not. You can come with me as long as you get all your homework done before Saturday." I had to resist rolling my eyes. Demons don't need homework. Nevertheless, I finished it all before Saturday.

I suppose I should explain a little bit about demons. We differ from the other mythical creatures living in the human world because of our appearances mostly. I think the closest creature you could compare demons to is the vampire. Ah, sparked a little memory there didn't I? Well, we're essentially the same as vampires, with the pale skin, the immortality, the beauty, the strength and speed....I think you get the point. The differences lie in our diets. While vampires can only survive on blood, regardless of whether or not it's human blood, demons can eat human food. But, as the vegetarian vampires would say, it's like soy milk and tofu... compared to our wine or brandy, which is vampire venom. That's the addiction for us. I've never had it before, nor do I plan to unless the situation absolutely demands it. Anyway, demons can also sleep. We don't really have to, but it's nice to escape from the world sometimes, and to drift into our own worlds.

I think one of the biggest differences is the ability to pretty much completely hide what I am. With my special amulet, I can make myself appear so human that I can cry and blush to certain extents. With those kinds of amulets, we can hide our true forms, which normally consist of elf like ears, long claw-like nails, and one of the only things the humans got correct, the long tail with the pointed end. The eyes change from demon to demon, like they do for humans. But, we wear our color with pride, since it is our birthmark, showing the family we belong to. The color of our eyes is the pride and joy of a demon family....I wish I didn't have to hide mine.

Anyway, Saturday came quickly and I was excited. Though the police probably wouldn't listen to me, I was glad that I got to solve puzzles again. "Charlie, we've got a case. Some kid was found in an alleyway. Most of the force suspects foul play, but there's no way to prove it. Could you come have a look?" I followed Charlie, much to his dismay. He warned me that I wouldn't like it and that he would rather me stay in his office. But I tagged along anyway.

Sure enough, on one of the examination tables, lay a boy no older than me. As Charlie looked him over with a doctor, I caught sight of a stab wound. "Dad, it was murder. Look here. There's some kind of stab wound.... but it wasn't made by a knife." He and the doctor both looked where I had pointed to and, after recovering from the initial shock, agreed with me. I suggested that it was someone who the teen had worked for, and that some sort of sharp object used for that job was used as the weapon. It turns out that the owner of the bowling ball facility, the one the kid had worked for, abused his wife and had killed the boy for trying to save the wife.

Go figure.

"Wow Bella. How did you figure that out?" I shrugged. "Lucky guess."

The next 4 years I lived in Forks and I worked with the police, solving murder cases. I chose not to have really any friends.... the ones who considered themselves my friends were really only people I had seen before. I honestly couldn't tell you all of their names. In my junior year however, all of that was about to change.

"Ok everyone you all know what you're doing when the Cullens arrive correct?" The head slut... excuse me... whore of the school, Lauren, already knew almost everything about this family moving in, called the Cullens, and wanted to impress the one who was single. She had given everyone a specific job to do. Her penetrating yet weak gaze came to rest on me. "And what are you going to Swan?" I smiled.

"I will sit in my tree, play with my bones, and pretend that I don't exist."

She smirked and continued down the line. Eventually everyone had gone and 3 extremely nice cars pulled into the parking lot. "Positions everyone!" I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the skull I was gluing together. I chose to sit in the tree nearest to the parking lot, and began to glue the pieces together. I was tapping my foot to some music when something tapped at my leg. I looked down at the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.....

It was the bronze haired god I had seen all those years ago.

I hope you enjoyed that and I hope that this will hold until I get out for break, which is rather soon. Anyway, thanks for reading!