Chapter Two

Izzy's POV

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity Fuck!" I kept muttering under my breath as I paced back in forth agitatedly with Paul watching me with wary eyes. Everybody in the pack knew about my history with the Cullen's. After I got over my distrust toward anything supernatural including myself I told them.

To say they were pissed at the Cullen's would put it mildly. If I thought they hated them before, they absolutely positively loathed them now. For a long time just the name Cullen had them shifting now they just growl. The name Cullen had been forbidden to speak of in the pack and only to spoken of on the off chance they returned.

The nerve of those monsters coming back pissed me off to no end. I mean I knew it was a possibility for them to come back. They have claimed territory here in Forks, the weather is perfect for them and it is a free country. But I still felt outraged at the thought of them stepping one foot in Forks.

Lost in my thoughts I didn't hear my cell phone going off until Paul sharply called my name. Scowling at my ex for interrupting my thought process I stalked back to my clothes for my phone tripping over a tree root in the process. Ignoring Paul's snickers I jabbed the answer key on my iPod touch.

"What!" I barked still angry from the news of the Cullen's return, missing my run with Jake and Paul who was still snickering at my klutzy moment.

The person on the other end paused a moment before they cautiously responded with a tentative "Agent Black?" the voice of my new partner Rookie Agent Marcus Frost responded.

With a resigned sigh at the drama that kept bombarding me I leaned against the tree where I stashed my clothes. Pinching the bridge of my nose, a habit I picked up from both of my ex's I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to quell the urge to scream and cry in frustration.
"What do you want Marco?" I ground out through gritted teeth. I could practically see him roll his eyes and grind his teeth in frustration as I called him Marco when know full well that his name is Marcus, but I don't care. The man is just a temporary partner until Lori is back in action.

During the Summer Lori and I went to Seattle to investigate a series of women disappearing only to be found three days later dead. Their bodies were covered with bruises, knife wounds and broken bones and they were naked. They weren't raped thank god but it was still humiliating and degrading to both the victim and the victim's families to have their bodies displayed like that.

Anyway we went undercover and Lori got cocky. During the bust, once we had the fucker cornered and our guys flooded the building to search for the two missing women he still had, Lori let her guard down and assumed he was unarmed and he shot her in the stomach. Because of that little screw up I am stuck with this Rookie that I wouldn't trust to watch my dog let alone my back.

"My name as you well know is Marcus!" Marcus's exasperated voice shook me from my thoughts and back to the present.

"So?" I rolled my eyes he should get used to me calling him Marco I am not going to stop and be thankful I didn't call him anything else I have a whole arsenal of names for the douche. After a moment a deep sigh was heard through the phone before he finally got to the reason for this call.

"There was a body found in the parking lot of Forks High school this morning."

I was shocked, since I have arrived in Forks nearly six years ago there has never been a murder in Forks. Port Angelus? Yes. Seattle? Most definitely. Forks? No!

"Explain!" I ordered the young Rookie.

"The Vic is a brunette Caucasian female, looks young around seventeen. Blunt trauma to the back of the head, her chest and ribs are caved in. There are tire tracks and skid marks that are headed to where the girl and her truck were. I think the car crushed her. I looks like an accident but for some reason I have my doubts."

As he described the scene my mind flashed to another girl and another time. A young naïve Bella Swan in the school parking lot nearly run over by Tyler Crowley's van. A flash of white and Edward stopping the van from crushing her and forever changing her life.

I was lucky where this girl wasn't and like Marcus I didn't think this was an accident. I didn't have any evidence but my instincts told me this was no accident and I had learned the hard way to listen to my instincts.

"Black you there?"

Giving Paul a glance to make sure he was listening I spoke in a commanding no nonsense voice "I'll be there in ten minutes do not move the body! I want see it for myself." I hung up before he could respond.

Taking a deep shaky breath I looked to a grim looking Paul. While I was analyzing the differences and similarities between the dead girl and myself a sudden suspicion formed in my mind and seeing Paul's face I could see he agreed with me.

"The Cullen's?" he growled a grimace formed on his handsome face at the name. Ignoring his antics at the name I spoke my thoughts out loud.

"Is it a coincidence that just as they return a girl who is described like me is found dead the same way I would have first died if HE hadn't saved me? I mean it could be a coincidence but the timing of their arrival and the first murder in forks and it happens right when they arrive? I would rather I know for sure it is them and since they are the first suspect that come to mind I mind as well interrogate them. Better someone in the know than an ignorant cop who would believe their lies." With that I got dressed to go to my crime scene.

There was an awkward silence before I left a thoughtful Paul behind. I was halfway to my car when I heard Paul ask a question I hadn't thought about in years.

"What are you going to do about the Cullen's?" I stopped short my back to him still as I thought about the one's I used to call family. I thought about everything I had been through because of them. I remembered the pain they caused me and everything I sacrificed for them. Then I thought of what I would say to them.

I turned to Paul with a bitter sardonic smile and said "Welcome them home." Before sauntering away eager to see a dead body and get away from Paul and his questions