Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Authors note: I would like to apologize in advance for any grammatical errors I make while writing the story.
"Hey are you making coffee?"
"Yes. Want some?" Charlie replied. Charlie Swan, Forks Police Chief, wasn't in his element. Normally he would be in a small town inside Washington.
"Why yes I would like some. What do you make of this weather? Is it going to continue?" Greg-local Phoenix police officer-asked.
"Well according to my experience with rain, I really couldn't tell you. Ha, ha, ha. It rains in Forks so much I can't tell how long any amount of rain will last." Charlie admitted, while handing Greg a mug not yet filled with coffee.
Greg looked at the mug in his hands and said, "I really like coffee. I haven't told you this, ha, but…"
"Listen, Greg." Charlie interrupted. "I really don't have much time on my hands at the moment, for a little chat. I need to pick up my daughter; I'm taking her to live with me. It'll be a long trip and I want to start as soon as possible."
Charlie got up; two large thermoses filled with hot coffee, and started to walk towards a staircase. This particular set of stairs led from street level, down to a police station-the room in which Charlie and Greg plus some other officers were currently residing. The room was somewhat of a cafeteria, a single line of tables sitting in the middle of a long tiled room. On each of the tables were a toaster, a coffee machine, and a microwave oven.
All the appliances were plugged into the floor, which was less strange than if they were plugged into the ceiling.
The entire mini police complex-which was attached to the room by passageways-was built underneath, and off to the side, of a high school. The Phoenix city council had decided to build the police station underground as to not disturb the students. All the students who attended PA high school knew about the underground police station, but they did appreciate that they didn't have to look at it every day. In fact most days they forgot completely about it, over time the staff didn't tell any new students about it.
Greg interrupted Charlie's thoughts. "Hey why are you really here?"
"I told you. I'm here to pick up my daughter." Charlie said, keeping his cool. His impatience was due to the fact that he wanted to get this done as soon as possible. He wasn't meant to be so far away from Forks. Charlie had made a risky deal that stated; you can leave, but if you don't return before school starts then we won't keep the pact with you any longer.
Still thinking about the agreement sent chills up Charlie's spine. It was a dangerous agreement, but it was the only way he was allowed to leave forks and retrieve Bella.
"Yeah you did. What's her name?" Greg asked. The officer stood up, the man was buff no fat on his body, he meant business and looked like he wouldn't let Charlie leave until some things were said and understood.
"My wife's name is Renee. I thought I already told you that." Charlie said somewhat confused at the question. And of course frustrated that he wasn't allowed to leave.
"No not your wife, your daughter. What is you daughter's name?" Greg asked. This time he accented the question by walking closer to Charlie and stood face to face with him.
"Isabella Marie Swan. Why do you ask…is something wrong?" Charlie asks with concern. Greg's face suddenly went ashen.
"Oh shit…her. Oh god." Greg whispered, clearly distraught. "What do you know about you daughter?"
"Only what she's told me, enough to know that she wants to live with me. Why what do you know that I don't?" Charlie asked, realizing that he knew almost nothing about his only daughter.
"Your going to want to see this. It's a file on Bella. I won't explain why we have one, the file will explain though." Greg said ominously.
Charlie was horrified at what he saw beneath his daughter's picture. The file was just a simple piece of paper, stapled to 7 others. In the top left corner of the first paper, was picture of a 10-year-old Bella. Greg explained that the reason he wasn't able to update the picture was because of one woman; Renee. To the right of the picture was basic information, below that was what really had Charlie seething with anger and fear.
After reading all 8 pages of the file, soaking in every detail, Charlie ran towards the staircase.
Greg yelled at Charlie that he had 2 copies of the file on Bella; this way Charlie could take one.
Bursting through the door at the top of the stairs Charlie switched into cop mode. Cold, calculating, and unrelenting.
Charlie walked quickly towards his supped up police cruiser parked in the high school parking lot. Thoughts of worry for Bella ran though his mind. This was of course overshadowed by one thought. Revenge.