Mixed Swans.

BPOV.

"Bella? Bella?"

I could hear my name being called but it was muffled, like I was under water. I could feel my heart beating maniacally in my chest. Blood pumping furiously in my veins. Edward touched me on the shoulder, making me jump but helped some of the fog to clear in my brain.

"Bella, are you okay?"
"Do you know who could of done this?"
"What does this mean?"

James and Edwards questions tumbled over one another. I ignored them. I only had one concern and I voiced it out loud.

"What if its not for me?" I had to clarify further at the looks of confusion on their faces. "I'm not the only Detective Swan in Seattle. What if it's meant for Emmett?"

Understanding dawned on their features. "Bring him in for questioning." Demanded James.

"What for? You think he could be an accomplice? Witness? What?"

"To see if he can shed any light on who our John and Jane Doe could be. Ask him if he recognises them or the killers M.O."

"Can I do it?"

"No."

"What? Why not? He's my brother!" I protested.

"And that is exactly why you can't do this. Go to the labs and see if you can help fast track any of the evidence. Edward, go locate the male Detective Swan and politely ask him to answer your questions. Both of you are dismissed."

Feeling utterly useless I went off to the lab. Alice was happily working away on the evidence.

"Hey Ali," I called, as I stepped in and put on a lab coat. "I'm here to give you a hand."

"Hi Bella-Bell. That's cool. Can you get started on the blood swabs?" Oh great, more blood. 'Breathe through the mouth Bella.' You may think it odd, a CSI who faints when dealing with blood. I don't mind it if I'm swabbing it or photographing it, but playing with it like the lab techs do just turns my stomach. "Bella? You look a little pale. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just forgot to eat today. Can I do something other than blood swabs?"

"Sure. There is the metallic substance Edward brought up from the coroners office. It needs identifying, if you don't mind working in trace?"

"Not at all. I'll take it." I was up and away from the bloody swabs in an instant, hot tailing it down to trace.

EPOV.

The picture Garrett gave me was unsettling and judging by Bellas reaction, we all knew the message was for her. Not Emmett. Which is where I am currently. Waiting in Emmets office for him to get back from downtown. It wasn't long before I heard his booming voice outside.

"Cullen! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this time?" Emmett swanned in and plonked himself down in the seat behind his desk.

"I'm here on official buisness Emmett. I need to ask you a few questions. James did want me to take you in to do this properly, but I think here will be just fine. We're not likely to be overheard are we?"

"Am I a suspect in something?" He asked incredulously.

"No! No of course not. I just need to show you a few photographs. Let me know if you recognise either of the people." I handed over the morgue snapshots of our two victims.

Emmett took one glance at the photos and started retching. "Dude! What the hell?! You didn't tell me they were dead! This is why I work with living people. All those bodies." He shuddered. "It's just wrong."

"Emmett, I need to know if you recognise them. Please look again."

"Can't say I know the woman and, oh man, this dude hasn't even got a head!" I looked down and realised I had given him the wrong photograph. I'd given him the torso pic insted of the headshot.

"Oops, sorry about that. Here, do you know him?" I swapped back the pictures.

Emmett looked at the photo from every angle. "Can't say I do Edward. What is this all about?"

"Emmett I have one last picture to show you, but before I do, I need to know if you have anyone out there with a grudge against you."

"I don't think so. Everyone loves me. Why?"

I slid the last picture over his desk. "Because of this."

He picked up the picture and his brow crinkled in confusion. "Is this meant for me?"

"You're not the only Detective Swan in Seattle any more." I gave him a hard stare.

Understanding washed over his features and he breathed out a deep sigh. "Bella." He clasped his hands together on top of his desk before he brought his head down to rest upon them.

"I know it's hard Em, but I need you to answer my questions now."

"Yeah yeah." He waved his hand flippantly. He sat up straight and looked me in the eyes. "I can't lose her again Edward. I only just got her back. Protect her for me. She may act like a hard ass but inside she's hurting and vunerable. Please. I'll answer your questions, do whatever you need, I'm just asking that you do this one thing for me." His eyes were wide and fearful. I readily agreed.

"Okay Em. I'll do my best."

"Good."

The rest of the interview went well, but I came away with more questions then I went in with.

Don't we all love a bit of Emmett?

Next chapter will be tomorrow, or later if you're lucky!

Much love x