I feel like it's been forever since I updated and I'm sorry. Wednesday I was super busy and yesterday I allowed myself to wallow in sadness because of Harry Potter :( I saw it last night/this morning and oh my gawd it was AMAZING. I STRONGLY recommend seeing it! But I digress. The A/N at the bottom will have a list of the pranks for Tanya. Leave your vote in review/PM. The prank with the most votes wins (obviously) and now I'm rambling so I need to stop typing this useless intro and get to writing the actual story. And I'm stopping, now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. That belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Also, I do not own any references to movies, songs, or other media.

BPOV

I pressed the retrieve button on my voicemail machine and listened.

"Hi Bella it's the Cap, Ahem it's Edward. I uhh wanted to make sure you're doing okay. And uhhhh I also wanted to see if you maybe wanted to go to dinner? With me? Maybe later this week? Or not. It's up to you. Just umm call me back on the number you have and dial extension 1918. Ummm yea. Bye."

What. The. Fuck. Was he seriously calling to ask me to dinner? Maybe he had the wrong number. Yea, that's it, he dialed the wrong number. He meant to call Tanya but called me instead. No but he said my name on the message. Shit, maybe he did really mean to call me.

After this weekend's events I was exhausted. I had slept well, but was emotionally drained from everything that had transpired throughout the weekend. I decided that the Captain's message would still be there tomorrow so I went to my room, changed into my pajamas and crashed. That night I tossed and turned as my nightmare consumed me. I was in a forest outside of my dad's house and I was being chased. I couldn't see my attacker until tripped over a fallen tree and lost my balance. When I looked up it was James staring back at me. He had a knife pointed at my stomach and was about to stab me when I woke up screaming bloody murder. I sat up in bed and tried to control my breathing. Once I had calmed down a bit I looked at my clock to see that it blinked 1:30am in that annoying digital red light. I rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen. I hoped that making a cup of chamomile tea would help me fall back asleep. I did have work in the morning. While the water for my tea was boiling I booted up my laptop and signed onto Facebook. I had a few notifications and event invitations. Once I checked everything I got bored and started searching random people. I started with Mya. She was 17. She HAD to have a Facebook. I didn't know a 17 year old that didn't. Turns out I was right. She did have one, however the privacy settings were extremely low. I could see everything, I just not comment on it. I scrolled down her page and froze when I saw the Captain's face on the left side of the screen. Under his picture it read "Father", I for one was surprised that he had a Facebook to being with and was even more surprised by the fact that Mya would have him listed on her page. I clicked on his page and saw that his profile was set to private. Makes sense. It's a little weird for a Naval Captain to have a Facebook. I bit my lip as my mouse hovered over the "add as a friend" button. I decided to hell with it and clicked it. After the page refreshed the little blue button had turned grey and read "friend request sent". The water for my tea started whistling and I got up and took the kettle off of the stove. Once I had my tea made I went back to my computer and almost dropped my tea when I saw the screen. At the bottom right of the screen was a blue rectangle that read Edward Cullen with a little red bubble that told me I had an IM. Did he really IM me? And at 2 o'clock in the morning no less. I clicked on the chat and read his message.

Edward: Couldn't sleep? This seems to be a trend.

Bella: I could say the same for you.

Edward: Touché.

Bella: lol

Edward: How are you feeling?

Bella: That seems to be the million-dollar question these days doesn't it?

Edward: lol it would seem so. But honestly, how are you doing

Bella: *sigh* I'm fine.

Edward: You're lying.

Bella: You're quite perceptive aren't you?

Edward: I was trained to be perceptive. The Navy doesn't give very many second chances. You have to decide what's relevant and what's not. I'm also a father to 4 kids; if I don't pay attention one of them could burn the house down.
This was the first time the Captain's words had sent chills down my spine in a bad way. Normally his words provoke other feelings in me, lust, want, desire, ache. But never this. Never fear.

Bella: Haha okay I see your point

Edward: Aren't you tired? It's almost 3
I glanced at the clock and was shocked to see that he was right. The strange thing though was that I wasn't tired. I was the opposite of that actually. I was a live wire.

Bella: Not really. Are you?

Edward: Getting there

Bella: I don't want to keep you up. Go to sleep if you're tired.

Edward: Considerate yet demanding, I like it ;) I'll probably go to sleep soon. Btw, did you get my message?
Bella: Yea I did. I was going to call you back tomorrow; well I guess it would be later today now.

Edward: Are you busy Thursday night? I'm leaving Friday morning for a business trip.

Bella: Yea I think I'm free. Where are you going on your trip?

Edward: San Diego. I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight Bella.
*Edward Cullen has signed off*

Well that was abrupt. Was I not allowed to ask where he was going? It had to come up eventually right? I sighed and turned off my laptop. When I got back to my room I was suddenly exhausted. I crawled into bed and was asleep in minutes. The nightmares didn't come this time. Instead I was dropped into my reoccurring dream with the haunted piano man. Needless to say when I woke up I was more tired than I was when I fell asleep the first time. I begrudgingly got out of bed and took a shower. Once I was dressed in my typical work outfit, black slacks and button down of some kind, I twisted my hair into a bun and put on my make-up. After I finished in the bathroom I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I saw my mug of untouched tea from last night sitting on the coffee table and grabbed it and put the newly empty mug in the dishwasher. When the smell of freshly brewed coffee began to fill the air I was in a slightly better mood, but only because a cup of the bitter dark liquid was about to be consumed in copious amounts by yours truly.

Once I had my fill of coffee I headed off to work. When I got there Mrs. Reverend only made my mood worse. She still had it in for me because of the whole Cullen situation. Which is understandable I guess but damn this woman took everything to the extreme. She had me doing her bitch work all day. And I mean all-fucking-day. When it wasn't Bella the copier is out of paper or Bella Eric's computer isn't working lend him yours or Bella why aren't you doing something, I don't pay you to sit around all day, it was Bella my coffee is cold get me another one or Bella I need you to go get me lunch. Fuck! This woman was driving me insane! She has an assistant for a reason. I'm not a PA for fuck's sake. When my hellish day was finally over I drove home and drowned myself in top ramen and ice cream. Not at the same time of course. After I was finished gorging myself with sodium and sugar I changed out my work clothes into comfy sweats and an old t-shirt. I made some tea to try to counteract all of the sugar I just consumed and popped "The Sound of Music" into my DVD player. My tea was ready just as the hills became alive with the sound of music and with tea in hand, I walked over to the couch and settled in. I could never get tired of Julie Andrews' voice and Christopher Plummer's broody hotness. At the intermission I put my mug in the sink and decided to turn in for the night. I turned off the movie and went to bed.

Again I woke up screaming. It was the same dream as last night but that didn't make it any less petrifying. I grabbed my laptop from its charger on the side of my bed and waited for it to boot up. Once it did I checked my email and deleted all of the junk mail that came it. I still wasn't anywhere near ready to go back to sleep so I logged onto Facebook and smiled when I saw my favorite late-night naval officer was online.

Bella: Fancy seeing you here

Edward: Good morning

Bella: How are you?

Edward: I've been better. What is a good time for Thursday?

Bella: Do you want to talk about it? And idk 7? I get off work at 6.

Edward: What is idk?

Bella: "I don't know"

Edward: Ah. 7 works for me as well.

Bella: Okay sounds good

We didn't talk again after that. He was acting weird. Actually no, he was acting like he was before the whole Eclipse episode. Very formal, proper, and short. I didn't like it. It was bizarre, and slightly annoying if I'm being honest, to talk to someone who can be caring and even charming on occasion one minute then be cold and distant the next. After that I don't know if I want to go on that date…Hell who am I kidding? I really really want to go on that date with him but I want to go on a date with the sweet Captain, the one from the nightclub, the one that beat up James and stayed with me when I asked him to. I don't want to spend my evening with the cold, arrogant Captain that I worked for. I decided to try to get some sleep.

At around 3 o'clock I finally fell asleep. After tossing and turning for an hour and a half I was losing hope but I somehow managed to do it. However, my sleep wasn't pleasant. I was still dreaming of the Captain and his haunted piano playing. I hated it. Not his playing. The dream. I couldn't understand it, which is why I think it bothered me so much. I woke up for work in the same foul mood I woke up in the day before. Work was the clusterfuck it usually was. Mrs. Reverend didn't make me do her bidding today, but that didn't mean I wasn't swamped with potential nannies and their so-called "highly recommended" resumes. Ugh. Bitches. All of them. Well not really. But give me a break. I'm tired of the mundane task of office work. The whole point of me getting a degree in child development was so I could work with kids, and not be sitting behind a desk all day. I let out a frustrated groan and went to go take a bath. When that calmed me down I decided that I should send my resume out to a few daycares. The last time I asked they said that they didn't have any opening but it wouldn't hurt to send in my resume would it? At least they would have my information if a position ever became available. I got out of the bath, changed into a random black shirt hanging on the chair in my room, grabbed my laptop and headed to the living room. I sat down on the couch and began updating my resume. After that was finished I printed it out, along with the applications for each daycare center, and started filling them out. Once I finished that I put them in manila envelopes and told myself that I would drop them off at the post office tomorrow during my lunch break.

I guess I fell asleep on the couch because the next thing I remember is waking up on the couch smelling men's body wash, aftershave, woods, and a distinct smell that sent shivers down my spine and electricity through my veins. I glanced down at what I was wearing and saw that I had put on the Captain's shirt earlier. I grimaced when I saw that it was wrinkled from me grabbing onto it in my sleep. I sighed and got off of the couch and changed into my own clothing. I put the shirt next to the manila envelopes and figured that I could drop it off at the dry cleaners after I went to the post office.

The following day was uneventful. Mrs. Reverend wasn't there. Thank God. Even Hell's minions need a sick day every once in a while. During lunch I dropped off the envelopes at the post office, easy as pie. The dry cleaner on the other hand, was not nearly as easy. How was I supposed to know if he starched his shirts? After a long battle with myself I decided to get the shirt lightly starched. And when I mean lightly I mean the lightest starching possible. After that fiasco I went back to work and sat at my desk doing exactly what I set out not to do after college.

On my way home from work I picked up Chinese food because I didn't feel like cooking. And honestly, nothing was better than orange chicken, lo mein, and fried rice. Yum. I made myself a plate of food, poured myself a glass of wine and decided to finish the movie I had started earlier in the week. Overall it wasn't a bad night, fairly easy and relaxed. I could only hope tomorrow night would be as easy.

A/N: Okay so here are the candidates for the Tanya prank:

/paint in her shampoo
dye in her perfume bottle
dye/bleach in her shampoo
in her dinner
Leave the number you want in a review/PM and the winner will be put in the next chapter. Thank you to everyone who submitted ideas for the prank. They were all great ideas!