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No Way Out

Edward left Bella and never came back, Victoria never came after her, but a monster of the mortal kind did. Now Bella is an NCIS agent trying to solve the most difficult case of her career.


7. Chapter 7

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Edward and I spent the entire night catching up. It was a bit like we were back in high school and he was playing twenty questions all over again. I was surprised by how much hadn’t changed. I still loved Topaz, I still couldn’t tell you what my favorite color was until I woke up in the morning, and I still refused to harm any more animals by forcing them to be my pets. At the same time many of my answers had changed, I’d grown up a bit since I’d last seen Edward. My favorite breakfast had changed from pop-tarts to ‘who has time for more than coffee?’ and I’d developed a fondness for red wine, something that seemed to surprise him.

“You drink?” he asked, and I’d detected a disappointed tone in his voice.

“One glass a night with whatever microwave dinner I whip up. Two when I’ve had to explain to a military wife or husband that their partner is never coming home. Two and a half when it rains. Never three,” I responded matter of factly. He nodded, apparently I had satisfied his worry that I was a drunk.

I asked questions about his family, but he couldn’t answer many of them. He finally revealed to me that he hadn’t had much contact with them until about a month before, when Jasper, Emmett, and Carlisle had dragged him out of South America, where he’d been doing something that he wouldn’t tell me about. I didn’t push, I was reminded too much of the myth of Cupid and Psyche, fearing that if I asked him to reveal himself, he’d leave me despite his promises.

The next morning Edward and I went back to NCIS. Once we reached my team’s space Edward was escorted back to Interrogation by agent McGee.

“So did we get anything else?” I asked Tony and Ziva.

“Nothing much, but Gibbs just went down to visit Abby, so you know what that means.” Tony responded.

“Abby will get some kind of result approximately ten seconds before Gibbs walks in?”


“How does he do that anyway?” Gibbs’s ability to turn up only when we had something had always astounded me.

“No idea,” answered Tony. “Popular theory for a while was that he was part psychic.”

“Well DiNozzo, I foresee a pink slip in your future if you don’t come up with something for me soon.” Gibbs had, of course, come up behind Tony.

“Nothing yet boss, but we’re working on it, anything from Abby?”

“She ran the prints against the ones we got from Mr. Cullen, and nothing matched, we’re back to square one.”

“We had Mr. Cullen’s prints?”

“Yes, Agent Swan, I don’t usually try to convict people without evidence, I’ve found it doesn’t hold.”

I realized that Gibbs couldn’t know what a feat it was to get a Cullen’s fingerprints, but I couldn’t help my comment. It was just too much. Of course I knew that the instant Edward was exonerated those prints would be out of every system they had somehow been put in. I also knew that if Jasper couldn’t hack into the appropriate systems I would be the one handing over the access codes.

“Ziva I want you to go check over the crime scene one more time, take Swan with you.”

So Ziva and I got into a car and drove out to the place where we’d found our petty officer.

“What’s wrong?” She asked after about two minutes in the car.

“Nothing, just doing some thinking.”

“Care to share?”

“It’s nothing, Ziva, don’t worry about it.”

“Bella, I haven’t known you very long, but I know when something is wrong. Now please tell me, or I will be forced to make you pull over and let me drive.”

Ziva drove like a Cullen. But on the left side of the road half the time and without the superior reflexes of a vampire.

“Fine, I’m just dealing with some stuff right now.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Really weird love life stuff, it’s actually looking up though, so I’m sure I’ll be back to normal by the end of the week.”

“Well, good luck with that.”

The rest of the drive continued in silence. When we pulled up to the crime scene we began a customary second search.

“Why does Gibbs always have us do this stuff twice?” I asked Ziva.

“That’s why.” Ziva said.

And she was pointing to a second body, and whipping out a cell phone, presumably to call Gibbs.