Edward's POV:

~Washington, D.C. ~

'Caffeine. I need caffeine.' I thought, tiredly, as I rummaged through my bare cabinets.

Damn. I was out. Again?

How the hell do I keep running out of coffee if I am hardly ever here?

I'd been out for the past three weeks staking out a series of bank robberies, the rising drug sales, and a large number of missing people all within three different counties.

The asshole that was responsible for all of these pthings trying to involve himself in human trafficking was hiding in the basement of his parents' house.

Now, after eight hours of interrogation, and paperwork I was finally off duty and was able to go home to my one-bedroom condo.

Too tired to look at my freshly washed clothes, and blankets. I quickly pull the thick plush blanket off of the pile on the couch, grab a pillow from the closet, and head towards the bedroom.

I noticed the strewn pile of clothes I left on the ground was no longer there, and my mind immediately went to the only other person who had my key. My mother.

I ignored the fact that my stomach was rumbling, stepped out of my clothes, threw the fluffy pillow onto the bed before dropping onto the bed, and pulling the blanket onto myself.

I woke up sometime later to discover, I had apparently slept most of the day away, and that the landline and my cell phone were both ringing like crazy.

It took me a moment to gain my bearings before I flopped out of bed and went towards the kitchen.

The shrill ringing of both phones made my head begin to ache.

"Alright! I heard you..." I muttered angrily as I picked up the stupid contraption.

"Cullen here," I answered, clearing my throat once, as it was still thick with sleep.

"Cullen! Where the hell have you been? I've been searching for you for the last fifteen hours." My boss, Aro, shouted into my ear.

I sighed in relief, as my back popped. "I'm at my apartment, I told McCarty and Whitlock to tell you I was coming home."

I could hear the annoyance in the responding grunt, muttering an irritating "Oh" right after.

"What happened? Is there something wrong?" I wondered as I opened my refrigerator in search of something to eat.

Only to find it bare beside the essentials.

Milk, eggs, ham, cheese, and some tomatoes and romaine lettuce. Along with two new containers I hadn't seen before.

I knew then that my mom was probably the one who had been here, probably replaced the spoiled food in the fridge too. Since I knew that the veggies and ham had expired when I left yet these seemed to be fresh.

I had to remember to send my mother a gift basket or something later.

"Yes, we had a complication with the case in the Amazonian forest, Clearwater is missing. So, is his partner Logan Benson. I know you asked for some time off but…you're the only one I trust with this type of case… Can you come down to the office? We need to speak, in person." He finally said.

I tensed immediately as my mind went to all the possibilities of this situation.

Seth Clearwater is one of my best friends along with Jasper Whitlock, Emmett McCarty, and Ben Cheney. We've always risked our necks time after time, for one another, and this time wasn't about to be different.

"Well?" I heard Aro ask again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'll be there in thirty minutes," I say, slamming the phone on the kitchen counter, before I take off into the bedroom for a quick shower and for a change of clothes.

Looks like eating is going to have to wait.

As I drove through the semi-busy streets of D.C, my head was trying to figure out possible scenarios that Seth could be in.

But I was coming up short, without knowing what the situation and the state he was possibly in, the only thing I was doing was psyching and working myself into a frenzy.

Once I arrived at the familiar J. Edgar Hoover building, I only stopped to grab a quick muffin and coffee from the kiosk in front of the building before heading inside to speak with my boss, Aro Volturi.

As I drove closer and closer, I could feel my anxiety rise as I remembered how weird Seth had been acting. He started skipping out on game nights and Saturdays cook outs.

It wasn't like him to skip out on food. Especially free food.

I also couldn't fathom not ever seeing him again, we had all gone through training and completed it within the same group.

If anything happened to him, I knew this, I wouldn't rest until I took down whoever is responsible for doing that to him.

I munched on the muffin, and drank my coffee as I made my way into the elevator, by the time I reached the upper level, I had already finished both items.

I threw the trash into a passing waste basket, and wiped my hands clean as I reached Aro's location.

Now, to find out what happened to my good friend, Seth Clearwater.

I just hoped for the life of me that the situation wasn't as bad as I feared.

But nothing is ever what you expect it to be. And this situation wasn't any different.