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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.


4. Chapter 4

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Bella’s POV

“Well, when do you leave?” Alice asked, brightly. I lifted my head to see Esme and Carlisle discussing something in hushed tones, while the other’s waited patiently for my response.

“Um, well, hopefully tonight. The agency is sending a private jet over. I’m sorry to leave like this, but I’ll be back soon. This is my job, I can’t just ignore it.” I apologized. Alice rolled her eyes at my weak stance and hopped up off the couch with Rose in tow. She turned to Rosalie.

“You know what to do?” she asked. Rose nodded and ran up the stairs at vampire pace. I stared at her retreating blur, but Alice grabbed my shoulder and my jacket off the coat rack in the corner.

“I want you all packed and ready, in front of Bella’s house in half an hour, you got that? Half an hour!” Alice called as she pushed me out the door into the rain. She threw the jacket over my head and took my hand. She made a mad dash towards her Porsche, as I pulled my old sweatshirt over my head. She put the top up and climbed in the driver’s side. I followed her example, getting in on the other side.

“Alice what did you mean back there? About being ready in half an hour?” I asked, suspiciously. I couldn’t help being suspicious of the slightest things, I was raised that way. You can’t trust anybody, they told me. But I always had a little doubt about that in the back of my mind.

“Well, you didn’t think you were going alone, did you?” she rolled her eyes in my direction, as if it were an obvious thing that she was going to tag along. Well, it really was obvious, but I wasn’t letting her know that.

“But why is the whole family coming? Not that I mind, I’m just a little lost. Care to explain?” I raised an eyebrow. She quickly went into a lecture about how I could kill myself or worse. When I asked what is worse then that she told me scuffing my shoes. Now, that would be tragic.

She led me into the house and took me upstairs. I called Charlie and explained that I was going to help Adrianna and Bethany out with a case. He said to be careful and that he loved me. When I hung up with him, Alice dragged me back upstairs to pack. She pulled out my purple duffel bag, but I stopped her. I smiled at her confused look and reached under the bed. I pulled out a black duffel bag and my silver briefcase.

She dug through my closet, throwing in all my jeans and T- shirts. Then she got to the approved part of the closet. That’s when she started in on the dresses and skirts and blouses and shoes. I rolled my eyes at her obsessive behavior.

When we were done packing my clothes, we noticed Rose had come through my window.

“I want to see this gun of yours.” Rosalie grinned. I sighed and opened up my briefcase. There, in place, was my gun, my phone, my laptop, my ID, my backup gun, Spunky monkey and my keys to the agency and backrooms.

Alice gasped and Rose grinned down at me. “Spunky monkey?” she asked, raising a blond eyebrow. I smacked her shoulder playfully.

“Bethany named it. She has a gun named Hot- Dog and a knife named Chili. Adrianna has a gun named Gummy bear and a gun named Pants-”

“Pants?” Alice was laughing hysterically by now. I didn’t see what was so funny. I was used to Bethany and Adrianna’s strange behavior. When they got over there laughing attack, they greedily took my phone and looked through my contacts.



































“Who are all these people?” Rose breathed.

I laughed at her amazement. I did have a lot of people, but there were a lot of people I needed to keep in contact with. “Most of the people from my division.” I responded, amused with their antics.

“Okay, but who the hell is Coco?”