[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Lots of drama going on in this fic, I know. I admit that I do have soap opera tendencies in my stories. It is my dream in life to write scripts for soap operas. I think I'd be good at that.

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*This chapter is dedicated to Bellice Fan. No, Girl, you don't need to worry. I will never write an Edward and Alice pairing.

**15**

Charlie Swan knew his daughter, Bella, well. He knew that when something was up she always had a tendency to be very quiet. Just like him she preferred keeping her problems to herself instead of wailing about them like most women did.

Today, the silence in the police station was about to drive Charlie crazy, though. He went over to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup.

"So, how was the wedding rehearsal?" Charlie finally asked, unable to mask his curiosity. "You haven't told me anything about it yet."

Bella sighed, placing another sheet of paper on the scanner. "Okay." She told him. Awful, she thought. "It was okay."

It was so not okay. Bella hated that her and Rosalie hadn't been alone for just one minute after the incident in the bathroom. Maybe it was better that way. The tension between them was unbearable. Again and again, Bella's mind fluttered to the tender kisses the two of them had shared.

"How's the doctor's family like?" Bella's father asked. Charlie knew that the wedding was a bad idea. A man his age shouldn't be with a girl as young as Rosalie. It was just wrong.

"They're okay." Bella stated. "Carlisle has a niece who is only a bit older than Resha. Jane's a feisty little thing. Resha admires her."

"That's probably because she's older. When you and Rose were kids you hang on every word that came out of Rosalie's mouth."

Bella sat down at the edge of her desk and stared down at her hands. Her left wrist was still hurting from her breaking the bathroom lock in the hotel. When she got home today, she would put some ice on it again. If only she could put something on her mind to forget the kisses with Rosalie again.

But the truth was Bella didn't want to forget. Bella wanted to repeat what had happened. Yes, she wanted to repeat kissing Rosalie over and over.

"Dad, I don't want Rosalie to get married to Carlisle."

"Why?"

Why? Yes, exactly why? Bella thought. She didn't want Rosalie to be miserable. Bella knew that a marriage with Carlisle wouldn't make her best friend happy. So, why was Rosalie so determined to pretend it would work?

"It's just a feeling." Bella whispered, clearing her throat. She decided it would be best to try changing the subject of their conversation. "Can we discuss the murder on Officer Hale again?"

Charlie coughed, spilling a bit of hot coffee over the collar of his uniform. "Didn't I make my point in this clear?"

"Yes, Sir." Bella stated. "But maybe it will change your opinion if I tell you about the new theories."

"New theories?" Charlie asked, rubbing his thumb through the dick hairs of his moustache. He had already dedicated more time and money into finding Jasper's murder than he should have. New theories? What kind of new theories was Bella talking about?

Bella took a deep breathe. She needed to convince Charlie that re-opening the murder case was a good idea. "I'm sure that there were two people present on the day Jasper Hale Senior died."

"What makes you think that?" Chief Swan asked, looking over Bella's shoulder while she clicked around on the ancient laptop on her desk.

"It's because of the earring, they found at the crime scene." Bella explained. "I don't think that a guy would wear such things."

"You're right about that. The footprint we managed to save definitely belonged to a guy though. It must have been a very tall guy to be exact."

"How can you know he's tall?"

"I contacted the FBI to ask them for help back then. Turned out they couldn't do much. But at least they managed to make some profile with the footprint."

"You can tell how tall someone is just because of one footprint? But there are small people with big feet and the other way round."

"Don't ask me how those technical crap works like. I'm just a small town cop who still uses ink for taking fingerprints."

"So, we are looking for a tall guy and his female…I don't know…co-perpetrator?"

"We are looking for no one, Deputy Swan." Charlie said. "Look, I've told you before. The case is closed. I don't want to open it again."

"Why, Dad?"

"It's Chief Swan when we are here. Is that clear, Deputy Swan?" Charlie snapped. "I don't want to open the case again because I don't wish to stir hopes in the family again. The whole situation was really bad for everyone back then."

"We don't need to tell the family."

"Are you kidding me? You and Rosalie tell each other everything."

"Not when it's work related. You can trust me on that. Please, Da- I mean, Chief, can't we just give it a try?"

"You are fucking stubborn. Bet you inherited that from your mother's side."

"People tell me I come more after my Dad." Bella smirked. "Now, will you let me explain my theories?"

"Go on." Charlie mumbled. "Why do you think it was two people at the crime scene?"

"Why do you think it wasn't?"

"There were no fingerprints or footprints from a female person to be found."

"But what about the earring? Why would a man have a pearl-earring with him?"

Charlie rubbed his chin. "We assumed that the murderer might have stolen it."

Bella's mouth twitched into a nervous smile. "But it hasn't been reported to be stolen, has it? If I had a precious pair of earrings and some jerk would steal them. I sure would report that to the police."

"You could be right about that." Charlie said. "If only we could find a connection from the earring back to its owner."

xxxx

It was already dark outside when Bella made it home from the police station. She paid the babysitter with the last money from the jar in the kitchen cabinet. It wasa skinny blonde girl named Lauren who occasionally helped out at the Swan's house, when both Charlie and Bella were working at the same time.

"Thanks, Lauren." Bella said, sitting down next to her little daughter. "I'm sorry for being so late."

"I don't mind, Mrs. Swan." The girl told her, waving her hand goodbye at Resha. "Just call me when you need me again, Bella."

When the door closed behind Lauren, Resha spoke up. "I don't like Lauren. She's mean."

Bella laughed. She wrapped her arm around the girl's shoulder and pulled her close. "Why don't you like her?"

"She made me eat those yucky carrot sticks you bought. I hate carrots."

"Lauren is only doing what I've told her to do. Carrots are good for your eyes." Bella told Resha. "Now, did you have a good day at school today?"

"Hmm,"

"That doesn't sound good, sweetie. Do you want to tell Mommy about it?"

"I don't know. Mommy, am I alopted?"

"You mean adopted. No, of course you're not adopted. What makes you think you are?"

"Jane, says her aunt Esme has a black child like me that she adopted from Africa. Mommy, can we go to Africa for vacation? They have lions there. I love lions."

"Sweetie, I don't think we have enough money for such a big trip."

Resha frowned. "Are we poor?"

"No we're not." Bella kissed the tip of Resha's nose. "But Africa is too expensive anyway."

"That sucks. Can I at least watch my Lion King DVD then?"

"Don't say it sucks. I don't like that."

Bella kneeled down and placed the DVD in the player. "Have fun, sweetie. I'll be upstairs if you need anything."

Minutes later when the hot water of the shower cascaded down Bella's body, she felt like she could relax for the first time in a long while. Bella inhaled deeply through her slightly parted lips and leaned back her head.

I couldn't stop thinking about you

Rosalie's hoarse whispered confession echoed in Bella's head. Bella could still feel the other woman's lips on her mouth. She could still hear those deliciously sweet little moans that her best friend had made while they kissed.

It was wrong, yes, but when Bella's hand moved between her thighs, she realized that thinking about Rosalie and her kissing had made her wet.

"Fuck, Rose, what are you doing to me?" Bella whispered, rubbing her fingers over the slit of her pussy. She had to bite the inside of her mouth to keep herself from groaning. The mind was a strange place sometimes. Bella didn't want to imagine it being Rosalie's long fingers that were caressing her now instead of her own.

But it was exactly those thoughts, those dirty, completely forbidden thoughts that turned her on right now. Bella flicked her thumb over her clit, feeling it swell and pulse under her touch.

The young police officer had to support herself with her free hand, against the shower wall, when her orgasm rocketed through her body. The sweet lightness of release made Bella feel all dizzy.

She turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her dripping wet body.

"Are you fucking insane? You don't masturbate to fantasies of your best friend. You just don't do that." She mumbled to herself.

Bella towel-dried her hair and continued reproaching herself angrily. She was acting like some stupid horny school girl. Not like an adult woman.

She twisted up her hair and went to her room, pulling out a notepad.

I love Rose. Bella wrote down in big letters. Rose is beautiful. Rose is sexy. Rose is stubborn. I love Rose. Rose is a rose.

Damn it, Bella, what the hell is wrong with you? The young woman thought, ripping out the sheet of paper from the notepad.

For a few minutes Bella hesitated. Then she grabbed her cell from her nightstand and dialed Rosalie's number. It seemed to take forever until Rosalie picked up.

"Hi you,"

"Hey Rose, do you have time to talk?"

"I always have time for you. Look, I'm really sorry about everything that went wrong this weekend."

Bella swallowed hard. "I don't want you to feel sorry about the kiss."

"Kisses." Rosalie whispered. "I know I said it can't happen again and I really meant that but…oh Bella, you are such a good kisser."

Deep inside her stomach Bella could feel a strong tingling sensation. "I liked kissing you. I want to do it again."

"We can't." Rosalie stated, sounding sad. "It would be cheating. I hate cheaters more than anything."

"I know." Bella said. "But I can't pretend the kissing didn't mean anything, for it did."

She could hear the engine of a car roaring in the background before Rosalie was on the line again. "I know it meant something. But I'm scared of what it might mean."

"You worry too much. How's your hand by the way? Are you still in pain?"

"No, it's fine. Carlisle said I shouldn't go to work but I couldn't stay home. They've brought this awesome Jaguar here today. I want to bottle the scent of its engine up and wear it instead of my perfume."

"You are weird. Do you know that?" Bella giggled. "Maybe that's why I love you."

"I love you too. Maybe not in the right way but I do."

Bella sighed. She started chewing on a wisp of her hair, trying to sort her thoughts. It was impossible. "There is no wrong way to love someone. Do you love Carlisle?"

"I care about him. He's a good man. The way he took care of me when I cut my hand. That reminded me of how my Dad used to tend to my injuries when I was little."

"Is this about Daddy issues?" Bella teased. "There's therapy for this kind of problems."

"Jeez, you sound like Jasper. For the record, I don't see Carlisle as a rebound for me father. It's just that I love his compassion so much."

"You love his compassion. You love the way he makes you feel but you do not love him. " Bella stated, trying to keep her voice calm.

"Are you jealous?"

"Of course, I'm not jealous. That is something for whiny people without self-esteem. I just love you and want you to be happy. Your happiness is everything to me."