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FAQ's

Is Senna Carlisle's daughter?

No, she's not. Little Jane already told us that Esme adopted the girl from Africa.

**17**

Something needs to change. How often had Bella been telling this to herself? Change wasn't an easy thing for her to do. Not, because she was scared. Bella had never really been scared of the unknown. She was just nervous about the possible consequences that would come with the change of things.

Bella was nervous in a way that made her feel constantly uncomfortable. She didn't want to think about Rosalie all the time. But whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not; Bella's thoughts drifted back to her attractive best friend again and again.

Yes, it was true and Bella couldn't deny the obvious any longer. She wanted Rose. Bella wanted Rosalie in a way that was barely endurable with the physical need that came with it.

Bella had always considered Rosalie pretty, beautiful even. But now she was aware of every tiny aspect of Rose's body. How smooth her legs looked like. How deliciously her round backside filled out whatever skirt or jeans Rose was wearing. And those lips, those plump, silky lips. Bella could fantasize about those for hours.

Flashes of heat streamed through Bella's veins while she pictured herself on top of a half-naked Rosalie. She imagined her face pressed between her best friend's luscious breasts.

"Hello? Earth to Bella!"

Bella dropped the folder, she was holding on her lap. The noise it made, when it hit the linoleum floor finally brought her back to the presence. Had she been daydreaming again? At work on top of it? Jeez, she really needed to get her shit together.

"I didn't startle you. Did I?" Emmett asked her. "You've been staring at the wall behind me for a full minute."

"I was just in thoughts." Bella murmured. "Good morning, Emmett. What brings you here this early?"

The boyish grin on his face widened. He placed two bottles with paint remover on her desk. "This should be more than enough for the little incident with the car."

Bella coughed. "It's fine. Actually that was a joke when I emailed you about you owing the police station paint remover."

"Whatever. The chick whose car the little shitheads damaged looks like a fucking librarian. Who wants to fuck librarians? Why can't they ever hire some teachers that are hot?"

"Well, they can't hire a coach who isn't an asshole to his students, so hiring a more attractive female teacher doesn't seem to be on a very high priority."

"I'm their coach. Not their mommy or their fuck buddy." Emmett stated. "Do you think I made it to NFL because my coaches were nice to me?"

Bella nodded her head. "Those kids aren't professional sportsmen. They just want to survive High school."

"Some things are worth dying for, Bella."

"Jeez, if you hate teaching so much why don't you try to get another job?"

Emmett's grin turned into an unhappy frown. "Have you spoken to my Mom? She's been telling me the same crap for months."

Bella grabbed a pen from her desk and started chewing nervously around on its end. She was so tensed. Bella was so tensed that she couldn't focus on anything. She hated it because she felt like it made her appear unprofessional. Bella was a good cop. At least she hoped to become a good cop one day.

"Lucy wouldn't come to me for advice." Bella told Emmett. "She and I aren't exactly on best terms at the moment."

"I understand why. The women in my family aren't very easy to handle. You can see that with my stubborn sister."

A sigh left Bella's throat. "I don't think Rosalie is anything like Lucy."

Emmett shrugged his shoulders. "They are more alike than you might be realizing. Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you'd like to be my date for the wedding."

Instead of answering him, Bella burst into laughter. "Is this a joke?"

"The wedding? Yes, that is totally a joke in my eyes. As for me asking you out to be my date for it, that was serious."

"I have to agree with you on the wedding thing. God, I don't understand why Rosalie is so desperate to marry Carlisle."

"People tend to make a lot of mistakes. Some just have more severe consequences than others." He crossed his arms in front of his broad chest. "Now, are you saying yes to my question?"

Bella shook her head no. "Not if you were the last available guy on earth."

"Burn!" Emmett whimpered, pressing his hand against his chest. "That broke my heart."

Bella grinned. "Didn't know you had one, Coach Heartless."

Emmett rose from the chair he had been sitting on and leaned over Bella's desk. Very lightly, he brushed his thumb over Bella's hand.

She grabbed his palm so tightly that it made his entire hand hurt unpleasantly. "You are not actually so stupid to make a move on an armed woman?"

Emmett laughed. "If I had wanted to make a move on you, Swan, I could have done so a very long time ago."

Your sister would have killed you for that, Bella thought, unable to suppress the grin. When they were children, Rosalie had hated it more than anything when Bella had played with Emmett and baby Jasper instead of her. Yes, Rosalie was a very jealous person when it came to sharing the person she felt closest to.

"Look, Bella, I just want us to go as friends. You understand that I can't just take one of my fuck dates to meet my family."

"How about trying to get a real girlfriend? You know that's when you have sex with someone that you actually enjoy talking to as well."

"I don't like talking to girls I fuck. There's nothing sexy about that."

"Oh Emmett, grow up. I think it's time for you."

He stood up from his chair and waved his hand at Bella. "Take care, Swan. I'm off to torture those whiny sophomores some more."

As soon as Emmett left, Bella tried to focus on her work again. She knew the sooner she would finish scanning the rest of the old files, the sooner she could concentrate all her energy on the Hale murder.

Alice still hadn't replied back to her email but Bella was hoping she would soon.

Bella opened a new word document and typed down her thoughts. What had she figured out so far?

Jasper Senior had been killed through a shot in into the left side of his forehead.

The autopsy records had stated that the young officer's killer couldn't have been more than two feet away from his victim.

This information irrevocably meant that Jasper Senior must have seen his murderer aiming the weapon at him.

So, why in God's name hadn't Hale tried to defend himself? Bella was sure he hadn't tried to defend himself, because the records said Hale's gun had been found still attached to the police officer's belt.

Why didn't you try to defend yourself, Hale? Bella wondered. Then she typed down a new question.

Did Officer Hale possibly know his attackers? Was this the reason why he didn't reach for his weapon?

With a deep sigh Bella, closed the lid of the laptop. How different would the life of the Hale family have turned out, if Jasper Hale Senior hadn't been killed?

Bella had barely any memory of her father's former partner. There were several pictures of him in Lucy's house though. The young cop had a lot of similarity to his youngest son. From their late father, Jazz and Rosalie had inherited the same beautiful honey-blonde curls.

In her mind Bella replayed the feeling of softness between her fingers as she had combed through the blonde woman's long tresses. Yes, Rosalie was a true goddess. One that Bella didn't want to lose to someone else who wouldn't love her in the way she needed to be loved. Rosalie needed to be loved a lot. That much Bella was sure of.

Nobody knew Rosalie better than Bella. Nobody knew Bella better than Rosalie.

When she had come up with the idea to sign up for the police academy in Seattle it had been Rose with who she had talked these plans through. It had been Rose and not her indifferent boyfriend Tyler.

Maybe it was Rosalie's friendship and support that had helped Bella to endure the years of a relationship with her ex.

Bella had always had Rosalie to lean on. She had Rose to talk to when she had something on her heart. She had Rosalie to cuddle with when she needed a little tenderness. Most of all she had Rose to always be there for her whenever she needed her.

Throughout the last years, Bella and her best friend had become closer and closer to each other. They hadn't even realized how close they had become until the kiss had happened. Like Snow White being awakened by Prince Charming's kiss, the kiss between Rosalie and Bella had marked a life-changing milestone in their relationship with each other.

Both of them had liked it. Both of them had more than liked it…

Bella opened her backpack and pulled out her wallet. Almost tenderly her fingertips caressed the old picture of her and Rosalie. They had taken it on a trip to Port Angeles with a cheap, disposable camera.

Both of them were smiling big in it. Rosalie's arms were wrapped around Bella from behind, unable to fit around her heavily pregnant friend's middle.

"See? You'd almost missed that." Rosalie had whispered when the baby had kicked hard against their joined hands. "Now, aren't you glad you kept her?"

You were right, my Rose, Bella thought taking a deep breath. She couldn't imagine her little daughter not being part of her life; just as much as Bella couldn't imagine a future without having Rosalie by her side.

"I love you, Rose." Bella whispered to herself. "I love you so much, it's driving me insane."

As she closed her eyes for a moment, a new idea flashed through Bella's head. At first she quickly tried to push those thoughts aside.

No, she told herself. No, you can't even think about doing such a terrible thing. Bella leaned her face upon her fists and gnashed her teeth.

She had done everything in her power to convince Rosalie that the wedding with Carlisle was a bad idea. She had tried to be understanding and supportive. Bella had even suggested to Rosalie to just give the whole thing more time and wait some more until she and Carlisle would tie the knot. The blonde woman didn't want to hear any of it. Sometimes people were willing to learn things only the hard way.

"You're going to hate me for this." Bella mumbled, biting around on her lower lip until she tasted blood on the tip of her tongue. "But I'm doing this for you."

You are doing this mainly for yourself, Bella's conscious scolded her. You are doing this because you want to be with Rosalie and are fucking jealous.

With nervously trembling fingers Bella shoved the picture back into the wallet and threw it on top of her backpack. She loved Rosalie. When you loved someone that irrevocably meant you needed to fight for that person. Love was always worth fighting for. Everything that held a meaning in life was worth fighting for. Bella had always been a fighter.

"Rose, you're going to hate me. But I know you won't be able to hate me forever because you love me too."

Bella made her hand into a tight fist, feeling a painful cramp spread up her arm. "I won't lose you, Rose. And I won't let you run into a marriage that is destined to fail before it has actually begun."

At this point Bella wasn't sure about how she was going to succeed. At first, she needed to come up with a plan. Somehow though, somehow, Bella was determined to find a way to stop her best friend's wedding from actually happening.