A/N: Helloooo out there darlings! It's been way too long and to those who probably thought I wasn't going to continue at this point, I apologize for the hold up, if you thought this story was getting a lot of twists, well I'm sure the last few months of my life were somewhat as twisted. I appreciate anyone who sticks around for the ride =) Reviewers inspired me to finally pick up the pieces and continue :) let me know what you think. So from where we left off….

[The real] Chapter 10

Undercover agent. Well alright…I mean if that's all. Undercover what? You know those dreams you have, where in one minute you could be having dinner with your friend and the next your skydiving with some dead person? Okay so maybe that's just me, but the point remains the same: How many twists could one night have?

I had been ever so kindly - yeah that's sarcasm- explained by Rose and the McHottie duo what the situation was. Apparently Edward's rival company JVL Corporations had gotten into some trouble when they tried to scam a large about of cash – and yeah that's an understatement, from an insider at Cullen Enterprises.

McSteamy-Uhh I mean Cullen...Greys anatomy much bella?

What, so I'm a fan of McSexy men…

Umm, so Cullen decided to look into the matter privately instead of getting his security team to do it for him. I suppose the highly connected Cullen would find a license to kill handy. Rosalie was apparently in on the joke of a night as well. She finally told me that C.E. needed someone they could trust here at SSI, the neighboring company to JVL Corporations, to help them uncover who was behind the scam from JVL Corp. The gist of the plan was for Rosalie to be kidnapped by a bunch of security guards, or "goons" so when she went missing for a couple of days she could receive a new identity at JVL's official headquarters in Los Angeles. So at this point my inappropriate bursts of laughter were dying to get out. I mean seriously? Who did she think she was? I love Rosalie and all, but she was no Angelina Jolie. I didn't have to be a smart ass to realize that this was a very vague part of the plan; of course the prosperity of Cullen Enterprises wouldn't be relying on Rosalie, someone with a fairly respectful, though modest position at SSI. Something was up, but of course these people were trained to super glue their lips shut where security was concerned.

What the plan didn't include was me. Apparently the highly trained group of assholes slash agents didn't factor in an extremely loving friend who cares about Rose to the point of red hot passion, no way was I going to let them get away if the world really rotated clock-wise and they were supposed to kidnap her, not make her an undercover agent. I repeat, What the fuck!

Well I suppose I won't have to worry about the night becoming boring. I was now done being briefed on the 'mission', snicker, and have become a unnecessary and temporary addition. On any other day I might have been excited to be on a secret team with the McHottie duo, but right now I just couldn't get passed how pissed I was, either at Rose, or the Duo, or this freaking night.

Edward and Jacob were strategizing with their team about reorganizing some formalities into the mission, formalities being me. Looking at both of their faces made me feel weird, I guess when we think of agents in movies we would imagine some sexy looking people living high-tech lifestyles driving James Bond cars. Oh! Maybe an Aston Martin Vanquish…oh that would definitely be my dream car, or maybe a more modest Ferrari…nahh, the Vanquish, definitely…oh I can already hear it calling to me. "Isabella….come take a ride" I smiled inwardly as I imagined myself taking a bunch of pictures of me and the car and all the places we would go. "Bella…."

"Isabella…."

"Oh yeah, take a ride." I swooned.

"Isabella?" Jacob shook me hard giving me a puzzled look, probably wondering why I was drooling.

"Huh? What?" He broke my amazing fantasy.

"Security needs you to sign some confidentiality papers, and you have to be quick, we have to get on the jet in five minutes." I could tell beyond the trained professional there was some humor or amusement in his eyes. So now I was a fun laugh for McSexy, of course they would all remember me as the joke of the night. Well he could just suck it, I could care less when I got to ride in a jet! I snickered childishly in my head.

Once the momentary snickering passed, it dawned on me, this cannot be happening! "What freaking Jet? I'm not going anywhere!" I folded my arms across my chest and sat down with thud in one of the computer chairs.

He smiled, amusement more clear in his chocolate brown eyes. Don't notice his delicious eyes!

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you don't have a choice but to come with us, you've compromised not only the mission but our identities and Ms. Hales part in the plan."

"Would you stop calling this the "mission" I air quoted, it seemed to me as if he were inwardly enjoying my distress. "You sound like a little boy who just got on level two of Halo." I rolled my eyes.

"I've beat the game, all three." He said more seriously then I could have guessed and jerked my arm so I was standing. He pulled out some type of walky talky and started speaking code, the only words I could understand from his fast low whispers were:

duck and on move

Whatever the hell that meant.

"Look Mr. Bossy, I'm not going anywhere so you might as well let go of me!" I shoved hard against him but I didn't think he even noticed. He continued his little chat while I continued to flail around helplessly, something finally made him stop talking and I thought he finally realized my escape plan. He narrowed his eyes and nodded to himself.

"Edward?" McSteamy was bent over some papers talking feverishly with another security dude. He pointed hard at a point on the paper, barked some sort of order, slapped the guys back and walked towards us.

"Yes, Jacob?" He asked his eyes serious and focused on his partner.

"Watch her, I've got to take care of something." I watched with my mouth gaping open as he finally left me alone. Well almost alone.

"Now what?" I asked annoyed, looking back at Edward.

"Follow me." He stated simply and walked off not looking back to see if I followed. What was with the bossiness? Geez I guess being a millionaire does that to you.

Ha! Billionaire.

Gold digger.

Na ah! C'mon you know it's hot.

Shut up. I can't deal with you too right now

After signing and initialing about two tons of papers in an amazing five minutes I was literally shoved on board to their "secret" jet.

I watched in horror as the large white door shut closed. Oh my god, what the hell if I gotten myself into. I looked around the small jet, obviously built to be speedy and discreet. There were only about a dozen seats, each included a set of headphones and Macbooks.

I was sitting at the window seat near the back of the small plane. Probably so I wouldn't try to open the door and try sky diving home. Yeah that would end up fucking fantastic.

I noticed there was an assortment of drinks next to me on a round silver plate. Well, I shrugged, if I was going to be held against my will, might as well do it with some liquid courage and relax.

About five drinks later.

You know, you're turning into an alcoholic, right?

Not funny, my uncle was an alcoholic.

To think you wouldn't drink so much then.

Right now, you cannot blame me. I picked up my current glass of wine and cheered it to the air. I giggled stupidly when a small burp escaped my lips, alright so maybe I was a little drunk. I reluctantly put the glass down when the seat next to me shook unexpectedly.

Holding my hand to my heart I looked over. No one the less, you guessed it. McSteamy was sitting next to me. A small smirk was playing on the corners of his mouth as he took in my disheveled form. Even drunk I was careful about my appearance, I knew I still looked good, fucker couldn't take that away from me too. Just because he was a zoolander kind of good looking didn't mean crap.

"Alright Isabella, let me inform you of the recently changed plan. You are to be silent until I am finished talking and be cooperative with us." Without waiting for a confirmation that I understood, which I didn't, he continued. "We are far enough away for you to know how destination location, we are headed to main head quarters in L.A."

Oh! We've always wanted to go to L.A.!

For some reason I'm thinking this won't be a shopping trip.

"…Because of our lack of time," He continued, oblivious of me zoning out. "You're going to get an extremely unorthodox brief training because of the uniqueness of the situation."

Training? I listed closer trying to make sense of this crap.

"You'll be more specifically briefed once we reach headquarters. Thankfully our security has taken care of your mishap in the mission and we will work around it, the story will remain that Ms. Hale was kidnapped and that you have gone missing as well."

Missing? Poor Alice, and stupid, stupid me. And traitor, traitor Rosalie!

I was shocked beyond able to give a badass remark.

"You will now be assisting Ms. Hale with our mission and help us get to the bottom of this mess. You need not to worry though, once we do fix this, you will be returned home after all the formalities of getting your identity back are in order. However, for the time being these are the identification documents you'll be using."

Woah, assisting Rose? As an undercover agent…even if it was temporary that sounded totally bad ass and totally me.

He tossed a license I.D. with a picture of me from one of my albums, at me. The name under the picture read Bella Smith.

Haha like Will Smith.

"Uhh, wow this all looks pretty legit" I said, my mouth automatically forming a toothy grin. Attractive I know, but I always wanted to save the world…or eh you know work for the FBI as a liability, whatever same thing.

"That's the idea Ms. Smith." He said in the same monotone voice.

"Why are you so uptight? I mean I get the situation is serious and all but you guys seem to have everything figured out pretty specifically." I said

He seemed taken aback for a second. "Umm, excuse me, but I've got work to take care of. Make yourself comfortable Ms. Smith, it'll be a few hours."

I gave a mock salute. No point in arguing. Despite his ridiculous sexiness, amazingly blinding white teeth, money pouring out of his ears, his intoxicating scent…uhh

Umm…were you going somewhere with this?

Uhh, yeah, umm despite all that he was just too complicated, this entire thing was too complicated for me to be attracted to him or his counterpart McSexy. I sighed, well I thought picking my forgotten drink up again, if I couldn't do anything about this, I could at least take his advice and get comfortable.

I settled myself deeper in the grudgingly comfy first class designed seat and looked out the window as my home faded into the clouds.

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