I would tell you, but then I'd have to kill you and I dont want to do that, now do I?
Bella is really Special Agent Swan, of the CIA. She's called up on a case, but the Cullen's find out. Bella needs to tell them of her past life and adventures if hse wants to help out her friends and the agency on this case.
2. Chapter 2
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The whole drive to my house, Bella had a panicked look on her face. She seemed to be debating with herself, about whatever it was she needed to tell us.
When we arrived at my home, she leaped from the car before I could open her door. She sprinted into the house, not bothering to wait for me. That’s strange. She ran with such grace, such precision, it would break a ballerina’s heart.
I followed her inside, to find she already had the whole family assembled in the living room. She was pacing the floor, ignoring everyone’s confused looks.
She’s nervous, Jasper warned me through his thoughts. I nodded in his direction and went to gently take Bella’s hand. I led her over to the couch so that she was sitting between Jasper and I. I wanted her as calm as possible for this explanation.
“What’s the matter, Bella?” Rose asked from across the room. I was happy that they were getting along now; things were so tense before and complicated. Whenever Rose was here, Bella would leave, whenever Bella was here, Rose would leave. It was frustrating.
“There’s something I need to tell you guys. Something big.” She breathed, standing up. She went to the center of the room and fished something out form her pocket. She pulled out a little black leather pouch. She flipped it open and slowly turned it so that we could read what the little card said in the slot.
Name: Isabella Swan
DOB: September eighteenth, 1990
Ranking: Special Agent
It said something on the top about the CIA. I heard gasps go around the room. There next to the information, was Bella’s picture. She wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t frowning either. She kept a completely straight face, but she looked just as beautiful as ever.
Carlisle was the first one who spoke.
“What are you trying to tell us, Bella?” Carlisle asked, skeptically. I knew what he was thinking. This girl was too clumsy, too young to be a special agent in the CIA. But I wasn’t really clumsy. I was graceful, nearly as graceful as Alice or Rose.
“What I’m trying to tell you, Carlisle,” I paused. “Is that I am a Special Agent in the CIA.”
Gasps went around the room, as if they didn’t decipher this from my ID. It was painfully obvious what I was, by simply glancing at the information.
“The CIA?” Alice asked, in awe. I assumed she didn’t see this particular thing coming. I had been arguing with myself the entire car ride, whether I was actually going to tell them or not.
“Yes, Alice. I am in CIA.” I spoke slowly, as if they were young children, unaware of what I was saying. They were not reacting the way I was anticipating. They were all calm and still, not even looking startled, just amazed and in awe like Alice.
“That’s awesome, Bella! The CIA? Really?” Emmett asked, eagerly. He looked so young, sitting there bouncing in his seat, anticipating my answer. He always looked so innocent, so childlike, but yet he was so mature, so scheming. It was strange, really.
“What have I been telling you for the past ten minutes, Emmett? Yes, everybody, the clumsy Isabella Swan is a Special Agent.” I sighed. They looked a little more stunned then they were before, a little more surprised at my exasperated tone.
“But you’re so…klutzy, Bella. I really don’t see how this is possible.” Jasper just had to point that out. I really was tired of this clumsy little girl act that I had put together for my stay in Forks. Dad knew I was in the CIA; he got me into the business. He used to be too, but as he aged, he decided a more practical job in law enforcement would be better.
“The truth is, I’m really not. You may not believe me, so I’ll just have to show you.” I explained. I took in my surroundings, making sure that I had enough room to do this. It required some space to complete my little stunt and even if I was graceful, I could still bump my head on a table.
Bella was preparing to show us something, something to prove she wasn’t a klutz. I readied myself to catch her when she fell, but she didn’t miss a beat. She stuck a foot out and flipped, landing a prefect cartwheel, an amazing stunt. She then recovered from that and looked over her shoulder, assessing her space. She then did a perfect flip and landed gracefully on her hands, walking towards Esme. Esme had her hands out, ready to catch her if she fell or lost her balance as she’s been known to do.
Bella then flipped back over on her feet and bowed gracefully before turning to grin at us. Everyone was stunned. Our human little Bella just showed practice in very difficult gymnastic training. I started clapping very slowly, making her blush. She smiled happily at me and I returned the expression only mine still had a bit of awe in it.
She tucked a lock of mahogany hair behind her still pink ears. She was about to say something when I heard the unmistakable theme to mission impossible coming from her jeans pocket, yet again.