So sorry for the delay my lovely readers. Had a busy weekend and no spare time.

Taking charge.

The scene was a gruesome sight. Mangled metal and shattered glass was strewn across both lanes of the road. The metallic smell of blood was strong in the air.

Two vehicles were crumpled togetherby force and another lay on it's side against a lamp post.

On-lookers crowded street corners and patrol officers were putting up the familiar yellow tape.

"Cullen! Over here!" A stout man in a suit called us over. The brass, I assume, was of short build with a pot belly. A receding hairline and a crumpled suit rounded off the look. I followed Edward over. "Miss, I don't think I called you over."

"Well you should of done, Sir. This is my case. I'm in charge." The detective looked at Ed for clarification, but he just had a look on his face like he had smelt something bad.

"Sorry you are?"

"Senior CSI Detective Bella Swan. What happened here...? Sorry I don't know your name."

"Detective Marcus Pride. Head of Seattle police."

"Pleasure to meet you Detective Pride. Now is there any witness accounts of what happened?"

"Three people claimed that they saw the red chevy run the lights. He careened to the side to avoid collision, side swiped the blue volvo and sent it hutling towards the silver lexus. The chevy ended up on it's side and this is the remains of the volvo and lexus."

"Driver status?"

"Both drivers from the volvo and lexus are dead. The chevy driver is on his way to the hospital, but it's not looking good."

"Thank you Sir." Good lord what a way to start a new job. "Cullen! Call and get two flat bed trucks to pick these up. I want the chevy taken to the lab and the two crushed vehicles to be covered in tarps and taken to the impound."

"And what exactly makes you think that I'm going to be taking orders from you?" Edward sneered in my face.

"Hmm... Let me see." I tapped my chin with my index finger. "I hold a higher position over you, I'm pulling rank and James will hear about it if you dont." I bit back the laugh that bubbled up at the sour expression on his face. I quirked my eyebrow at him and he stormed off, punching numbers forcefully into his cell. "Officer?" I called over the nearest cop. "Could you please point out to me the three witnesses of the accident?"

He motioned over to the two teens and a middle aged woman standing next to a patrol car. "Thank you. Can you also try to disperse the crowd. There is nothing left for them to see here." The officer tipped his cap and he and three other officers startedto send the on-lookers home. "Detective Pride, do we have eyes on any of these buildings?"

"Eyes?" He looked at me perplexed.

"Sorry old Arizona term. CCTV?"

"Oh, yes. I will send an officer to collect the tapes. I saw the way you handled Edward. Good on you. Not alot of CSI's are able to put him in his place."

"What is with him anyway?"

"Long story and I'm sorry but I'm not the one who should tell it."

"That's understandable. Thank you Sir."

"Please, call me Marcus."

"Thank you Marcus." I left him to his questioning and went back to my black SUV to grab my case kit.

"Bella?" The voice behind me made me jump and swivel round with my hand to my chest.

"Edward, don't do that! Never creep up on an officer with a gun. I could of shot you! What do you want anyway?"

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior. You're my superior and I should of treated you as such."

"Thank you Edward. Your apology is much appreciated. Now, are the flatbeds on their way?"

"What? No, no, no. This is where you apologize to me for being a bitch."

"Excuse me?! I have nothing to apologize for, Ed. I was doing my job and if that means that I'm a bitch then so be it. Now, about those flatbeds..."

His face was screwed up in anger again. "It's Edward and they'll be here in ten." He abruptly turned and stalked off.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my kit. It was gonna be a long ass night.

Don't worry peeps. Edward won't always be a jerk. :)