Chapter 15! I hope you guys like it.

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Previously on 'You Found Me'

I laugh, trying to reorganize everything. "How were you able to get the pans so easily?"

"You left some in the oven." I looked at her, shocked and unable to believe her words.

She widens her eyes, testing me, and points to the oven.

Sure enough, two pans and one pot both sat in the middle of the oven. All I can do is glare at the objects as Bella laughs at my mistake.

What can you do?

Chapter 15: Sneaking

EPOV

I sit across from Bella watching her expression as she cautiously puts the food into her mouth. Her face turns from barely concealed disgust to delight as she takes the first bite.

"That's actually not as bad as I was expecting," she says, still chewing on the food. I laugh and hand her a napkin. "Third time is always the charm," she teases, turning towards the sink full of burnt and dirty pans.

So, MAYBE I needed a little help - what can I say, it's been a while.

"Got it, cooking is on you, cleaning on me," I surrender, lifting my hands up in defeat.

"Good," she replies, smiling and then leaning over to peek my cheek... only to hurry back and finish her plate.

RING! RING!

"You finish up, I got it," I tell her as soon as I see her getting up.

"Hello?" I ask, answering the phone in the living room.

"Edward? Is my baby there?" I hear Renée asking.

"Yes, she is but she's eating. Should I have her call you back?" I ask, chuckling.

"No, no. Don't go to any trouble. We just wanted to invite you to to dinner tomorrow at 6."

"We'll be sure to make it. Have a nice day Mrs. Swan."

"Sweetie, what did I tell you? Mrs. Swan is my rude mother in law. Call me Renee." She tells me, waiting for my reply.

"Bella and I will be sure to see you two tomorrow." I respond, moving to end the call.

"Baby, she's not THAT bad." I hear Charlie whine from the background before I hang up.

I sigh in relief, running my hands through my hair after ending the call. How Bella can be so calm after growing up with them, I'll never know.

BrPOV

I wish someone would tell me how, without even drinking the night before, I wake up with a massive headache. Am I just being hated on?

"Possibly," Jake mutters, trying to cover his head with a pillow.

Now I'm just talking to myself. Great.

"Jakey, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Urgh." I hear him groan over the nickname. "Anything with bacon sounds good."

Same answer as usual.

I take out the raw meat, and start the fire, not hearing Jake pull up a chair on the counter.

"Keep cooking," He says, hinting that he doesn't want me to look back at him. "So I go to the bank. I don't even have the chance to open the account when suddenly they start telling me I owe them x amount of money. I look at them as if they're crazy, because I haven't even touched this account once. They start pulling out checking books and showing me this and that. I have no idea what they're talking about so I call my lawyer. We sit in this guys office for an hour while he's telling me that I was borrowing money from the bank. I was nineteen, I didn't even know how a bank worked - all I knew was that I was in debt and it was only going to start getting higher as time passed. I owed about a quarter of a million dollars."

He laughs humorlessly. "But that's not the best part. I go home and start complaining to Dad about this. He acts normal, no hint of surprise whatsoever. He tells me he knows; that he needed extra money. He couldn't use his name because they could track him down - so he used mine. His 'successful' business was giving money to a mob group. He kept stretching too far with his money and his business was doing worse and worse yet his payments were the same. He was money laundering. He got involved with drugs, didn't plan everything out. He just kept spending as much as he could. and he did it in my name. Some Dad he was, right?

I left the next day after leaving a note for my mother. I couldn't face her or even tell her the truth, there was just too much on my mind. The following week, random people started calling me and telling me it's time to pay up. I ignored them and they went away, so I thought I was done with this."

When he finally quiets his tearless sobs that have been steadily growing through his story, I take the plate of bacon and set it in front of him and grab one of his hands. "Hey," I whisper. "We're going to get through this."

He nods, clearing his throat. "These people, if you can even call them that, rely on one guy - George. I don't know anything else on the guy. I think it's because he's the best in the... job. He followed me around a little but wasn't too good at hiding, if it was even his intention to hide. He'll try to find something/anything to get me to pay up sooner. I think that's why they're around Bella. He probably saw us at the market, might think that we're together."

I sigh, not surprised. I figured that was it. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know.."

BPOV

"So what do you want to do?" Edward asks me, placing the plates in the sink.

"I honestly don't know, I haven't the slightest idea what there IS to do around here anymore." I tell him, reaching for the dish soap.

"Oh, come on! There's plenty." He states, throwing the sponge in the sink.

"Is that so? Then why don't you pick? You clearly know this place a lot better than I do." I smile

He strokes his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "How do you feel about the zoo?"

I drop the plates in shock. "Is there even a zoo nearby?"

"No but, we could catch a subway to Brooklyn." He says, putting away the dishes.

"You're serious about this."

"Why not?" He asks, turning to lean his back on the counter. As soon as his confused face appeared, it was replaced by a mischievous smile. "Is this because of the monkey?"

"Edward," I warned, pointing the spatula I was drying at him.

"It won't be that bad. I'll stay by your side the whole time." He says as he tries to persuade me, walking forward to wrap his arms around my waist. "I promise, Scout's Honor, I will not let any monkey's snot land on your pretty head." He tells me, trying to contain his laugh.

"You were a boy scout?!" I ask, shocked I didn't know that about him.

"Nope."

"You're terrible," I whine against his chest as he laughs.

"Who am I to argue with that?"

I breath a sigh of relief once we finally leave the monkey exhibit, Edward laughing all the while.

"It's not funny!" I tell him, trying to sound serious.

"You ran away when the monkey came close to the window!" he laughs, gripping his chest and trying to catch his breath. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever."

As we keep walking, I notice the hot dog salesman staring at me. He didn't look away no matter what I did, instead smiling in a way that made me shiver.

"Baby," Edward says snapping me out of my trance. "Are you okay?" I turn back to the guy to explain how he's staring at me and won't stop.

Except, he's not there.

"Yeah," I whisper. "I think so."

?POV

Once she turned I ran, throwing the hot dog cap behind me.

I can't help but wonder what Boss' fascination is with her. She's ordinary - nothing special from what I can see.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

"Riley speaking." I answer.

"Go to the house, grab something. Anything. We need to step up our game with this one."

"Where do I drop it off?"

"Do you remember where Jacob Black lives?"

There you have it!

See you all next week :)

-B