A/N: here is the first chapter to the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own catwoman or twilight sadly.

Third person's point of view

Thump,thump,thump,thump,thump.

Electronic music blared across the alley, directly into Isabella Swan's skull… or so it seemed to Bella. She buried her head beneath her pillow, but even the heavy down wasn't enough to muffle the noise. Bella groaned and yanked the pillow off her head. She glanced at the clock. Four o'clock in the morning. She had been struggling to fall asleep for six hours-and there was only two hours left until she would have to get up and go to work….

Why today of all days? Bella wondered as she stumbled out of bed, tangling herself in the blankets. Giving the sheets a violent kick, she tripped across the floor of her clean, tidy studio apartment to the window and peered out. The party across the alley was in full swing. Bella's neighbor was in the center of the action, dancing and laughing. I guess he thinks he's a pretty cool dude, Bella thought, feeling about as un-cool as humanly possible. Bella sighed and shook her head. How can there people be out so late on a weeknight? She wondered. Don't they have jobs?

Bella bit her lip, hesitating. She hated to be a pest, but she really needed her sleep. Wearily Bella yanked open her window. "Hello?" she called across the alley. "Excuse me? If you could just…?" Bella didn't bother finishing her question-no one had heard her, anyway. Besides, Bella thought as she peered in at the party, why would they turn the music down for me? They're having a blast.

A meow cut through Bella's thoughts, and she looked down into the courtyard where her irritating neighbor's sleek motorcycle was parked. An enormous dark-spotted gray-and-black cat was sitting on the seat, watching her with intense golden eyes. The cat had a scarab-shaped mark on its forehead and was the largest cat Bella had ever seen.

Bella gave the cat a rueful grin. "At least someone's having fun" she called down to the cat. "Right?"

I just wish it were me, Bella thought as she stumbled back into bed.

Colors splashed across the canvas as the party music throbbed through the walls to Bella's apartment. It was dawn. Bella had given up on trying to sleep and had decided to let out her anger in the best way she knew how-by painting. Bella was a designer by day, but she was also a very talented artist. She dashed another stroke across the vibrant painting just as the music fell silent.

The party was over.

Bella heaved a sigh of relief. But a moment later, she heard a mournful yowl. Then another meow, which sounded as though it was coming from right outside her apartment. Setting down her paintbrush, Bella lifted the window and looked outside.

The golden-eyed cat was clearly afraid to move, stuck on top of a cornice at the corner of Bella's building. It let out another pitiful meow.

"You again?" Bella said to the cat. "Are you stuck? How'd you…?" Bella looked at the side of the wall. She wasn't sure how the cat could have reached the cornice-there seemed to be no way up or down. There must be a way I can't see, Bella told herself. The cat didn't get up there by magic. "Come on down, cat" Bella urged.

She reached for the cat, but it yowled and backed away.

"It's okay, I wont let you fall" Bella urged as she reached toward the cornice. But it was too far, and the cat seemed to know it, meowing in protest.

Looking down, Bella took a deep breath and crawled onto the windowsill. Her heart thudded in her chest as she clung to the side of the sill. Why am I doing this? Bella wondered as she looked down. It was a long drop. Still, she felt compelled to help that cat. Maybe it reminds me of a cat I used to know, Bella reasoned as she balanced herself on the windowsill. Not that I've known many cats. Bella had never had a pet in her life.

Frowning, Bella reached for the cat. "C'mon, now" she urged. "I'm sleep-deprived. Work with me".

The cat didn't move.

This is turning into a very annoying day, Bella thought. She looked around, hoping to see a ledge that would get her closer to the cat. Sure enough, there was an air conditioner sticking out of the window in the apartment next to hers. Bella stepped on it gingerly. It seems secure Bella thought as she slowly stood on it, hugging the wall. She reached for the cat….

"Hey!" called a voice from the street below. "Hold on! Don't you move!"

Bella looked down at the tall, slim man with messy bronze hair who was calling to her. His car was haphazardly parked behind him, the driver's door still open.

"Whatever you're thinking, whatever you're feeling, it's not worth it, understand?" The man went on, his voice gentler now. "I'm a cop. (kinky Edward) maybe I can help."

He thinks I'm trying to jump out of the window, Bella realized. It was almost funny, but Bella didn't dare laugh-she might lose her balance. She didn't even dare speak too much. "No, thank you" she grunted as politely as she could. "I'm fine. It's just…"

"We're going to get through this together. You and me. What's your name?" the man called.

Bella looked back at the cornice. The golden-eyed cat had disappeared. Where did it go? Bella wondered in confusion. Only a minute ago, it had seemed to have nowhere to leap to. "Isabella Swan," she said to the man below, "but the cat…"

"Sure Isabella," the man said slowly. "It's a beauty, real cute".

Bella had to keep herself from grunting in frustration. This guy clearly thinks I'm nuts, she realized. "The cat's not here anymore," she explained.

"And I know that makes you very sad."

I give up, Bella thought. "Right." She turned to crawl back to her window, the air conditioner wobbled, pitching her off her balance. Bella let out a small cry. Flailing, she grabbed the cornice to steady herself.

"What's your apartment number?" the man shouted.

Bella clung to the cornice. "Twenty-three!"

The man darted into the building as the air conditioner tilted dangerously. Creak. The bolts groaned, threatening to pull free from the side of the building. Hurry, hurry, Bella thought.

A moment later, there was a loud crash as the man burst into her apartment. The air conditioner shifted again, and Bella slipped, tripping on the ledge in front of her window. She started to fall.

Just then, the cop leaned through the window and grabbed Bella around the waist. Her body leaned back over his arm, as though she was his partner in a midair tango. Bella felt her heart plunge with fear. His grip was the only thing keeping her from falling.

"Help," Bella whispered.

"I've got you," the man assured her. "I've got you."

Bella scrambled against the brick wall in her stocking feet as the man strained to haul her in through the window. Muscles and tendons stood out on his arm as he hoisted Bella inside quickly, sending them both, and tumbling to the floor.

"Close call," the man said, gasping.

Bella drew air into her lungs as relief flooded her body. She looked into the man's face. "Thank you," she breathed. Now that she was finally safe, she realized that her rescuer was actually very handsome-and that there was kindness in the depths of his emerald eyes.

Oh my gosh, what am I doing? Bella though suddenly. I'm lying on top of a strange man! She scrambled to her feet.

"You okay?" the man as he stood up, straightening his clothes.

"Fine," Bella said quickly, feeling her face burn. "Never better. You?" oh that's great, Bella, she told herself harshly. Nice conversational opening for the man who just saved your life.

"I'm fine," the cop replied automatically. "But…"

Bella and the man stared at each other for a moment. He wants to know why I was standing on the windowsill, Bella thought. How can I tell him that I went out there to rescue a cat that disappeared?

Almost as though it had heard her thoughts, the golden-eyed cat chose that moment to stalk through the window and hop lightly to the floor. It gave a languorous stretch, meowed, and then darted through Bella's open apartment door.

Bella looked at the cop. "That was the cat."

The man lifted his eyebrows. "You weren't kidding. You climbed out there to rescue your cat?"

Okay when he puts it that way, it sounds completely loony, Bella thought. "No," she said quickly. "I mean yes, but it's not mine."

The cop's expression changed, and Bella thought she saw a measure of respect in his green eyes. "You climbed out there to rescue somebody else's cat. That's … something else."

"Why?" Bella asked. "You came out to rescue me."

She smiled at the man, and he smiled back, flashing a set of white, even teeth. Something in the way the man was looking at her made her feel shy, and she had to look away. She glanced at her watch."Oh, no," Bella cried when she saw the time. "I'm going to be late. I've got to go." Bella raced to her drafting table and grabbed the designs she had slaved over for the past four weeks.

"But—"

"I've got this big presentation," Bella explained as she and the man stepped into the hall.

"Oh," the man said. "Well. Good luck with that-"

"Thank you!" Bella turned toward the door and noticed that the lock was damaged. Of course, Bella realized. The cop had to break it when he burst into my apartment to save me.

The cop pulled shut the door. "It'll hold," he said, eyeing the lock.

"Thanks again!" Bella said eagerly. She felt she should say more, but didn't know what to add.

"Go," the man commanded.

Bella smiled and darted away. She bit her lip as her purse fell to the floor and skidded a few feet, but she managed to scoop it up and race off.

The cop watched her go for a moment, then tested the door once more to make sure it was okay. Looking down, he spotted a wallet lying on the ground near where Bella's purse had fallen. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile as he picked it up.

This is turning into a very interesting day, he thought.

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