I am going to the final hearing in a week from now. Putting away a psycho murder should be the most important thing I do, but it's not. Today I am going to speak to the detectives about Edward. I got him in to trouble and I am going to get him out. Just three months ago my life was different. I'm now a strong believer in fate, if I never would have woke up late, I would have never been at the coffee shop when I was, I would have never witnessed a murder and I Bella Swan would have never met Edward Masen.

"Isabella Swan we are ready for your briefing," a woman shouts out. I stand up from my chair slowly and walk through the door. The head of the New York FBI and two other detectives are sitting at a table waiting for me. The room has a single light hanging above the table. It's like something straight out of the movies.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," I sat down and folded my hands on the table.

"Do you realize everything you say will be recorded and could be used in later investigations?"


"Then let's begin."

The captain nodded his head at the detectives and they hit the record button on the machine.

"Ms. Swan what happened between you and Mr. Masen?" He asked.

I didn't answer right away, so much happened in the last three months I didn't know how to start. So I decided to tell them everything.

"You think you know the story, but you only know how it ends. To get to the heart of the story you have to go back, back to the beginning."

I woke up late that day. I was working on a deadline the night before so I didn't get much sleep. When I saw what time it was I quickly got out of bed and took a shower. After towel drying my hair I went to the kitchen for some breakfast. I opened the fridge only to see a yellow posted note on the empty milk carton, I forgot to go shopping, sorry.

It was my roommate Alice's turn to do the shopping. But Alice is like no one I have ever met. She forgets things almost instantly, she has a complete inability to put gas in the car and she's a complete shopaholic. But she's been my best friend since high school.

Since there was no food in the house I decided I would get something at the coffee shop by the bus station. It was cold out that day, I remember that the night before was the first snow fall. I grabbed my coat and hurried out the door. I usually walk to the bus station but since I was running so late I got a taxi to take me.

"That will be fifteen fifty doll face," the cab driver said.

That's why I hate taking taxis, the drivers are gross. I slipped a twenty through the window, "Keep the change."

I could smell the coffee from the street. I absolutely love Fork's coffee, It's the most popular coffee shop on the East part of town. The only thing I didn't like was that it was always packed. I was impatiently waiting for my coffee. I don't understand why I even come here, I only order a regular 

coffee, I never like all the bells and whistles. After waiting in line for what seemed like forever, I finally got my coffee. I looked down at my watch,

"I'm so late," I whispered to myself. I left the shop in a hurry, but too fast for my own good. I tripped and spilled my coffee all over my shirt.

"Crap, hot very hot." I rapidly tried to whip the stein out of my shirt. Can today get any worse I thought.

I ran back into the shop to use the bathroom. That's where I heard yelling. My curiosity got the best of me. I positioned myself, on the toilet so I could peek through the window. The window small and rectangular, I could barely reach it because I am so short. There was two men standing there. One had a gun to the other. The man with the gun had gray hair. He face was worn, he had a scar on his left side of his cheek. The thing I remember the most was his eyes, they were so full of hate.

"You have disappointed me, now you must pay the consequences."

"Please, I'll get you your money I just need more time," the man was backed up against the wall. He looked so helpless. I needed to get someone but I was paralyzed. All I could do is sit back and watch.

"It's too late for that," the gray haired man pulled the trigger. I screamed, I quickly placed my hand over my mouth. The man looked up at the window. I ducked down as fast as I could, but I was afraid he saw me. Tears were falling from my eyes. I had just watched a man get killed, I could have tried and stopped him, but I didn't. I knew that I needed to tell the police what I had seen. I got out my cell phone and dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" The operator asked.

"I just watched a man kill someone and I think he saw me. What do I do?" my voice was frantic.

"Ms. Where are you located?" she asked.

"I'm in the bathroom at Fork's coffee shop on the Corner of sixth and main," I was crying now. What if he comes in looking for me? What's to stop him from killing me?

"Just stay calm, im sending units out as we speak, lock the door and stay where you are."

"Please hurry, " I whispered then hung up the phone. There's not reason to panic, I thought, there's dozens of people just outside the door. He's not going to come up in here and shoot everyone, he may be a killer but he's not stupid. But then I thought, he could be waiting for me outside. He's just waiting for me to be alone then bang I'm dead.

I sat on the bathroom floor for the longest twenty minutes of my life. My body was shaking in fear, I was crouched down in a Corner. I heard a bang on the door which caused me to jump.

"NYPD open up," the man yelled.

I ran over to the door happily opening it. "Thank god," I breathed a sigh of relief.

The police took me down to the station, I described what I saw. After I was done describing the man small smiles crossed their faces. What could possibly make them so happy I thought.

"Could you identify this man if you saw him again?" One of the officers asked me.

"Yes, I could never forget his face."

"Ms. Swan, We have been trying to arrest the man you just described for years. You are our key to locking him up."

Other detective chimed in, "his name is Tony Puccia. He is part of the Italian mafia, he has connections everywhere and is very hard to convict. But now we have an eye witness."

He looked at me, his eyes were serious, "he is a very dangerous man, are you willing to testify against him?"

I nodded my head, "I'll do anything I can to help."

A soft knock was at the door, everyone's head whipped around to see who was there. A Small women emerged from the hall, She looked scared. It must be hard to work in an office full egotistical men.

"Detective there are men from the FBI they wish to speak to you and Ms. Swan," she said in a whisper.

"Thank you Angela send them in."

She nodded at shut the door softly. The detective banged his fist on the table, "Damn it," he yelled, "they always get involved. They think they're tough shit."

"Because we are." A fat man came through the door. He was wearing a black suite, a white shirt and a black tie. "Thank you detective but we won't be needing your assistance any longer." The man pushed out his chair and stormed off, he was leaving while other man in a black suit was walking in, the detective just pushed him out of the way.

The fat man spoke, "I am agent Smith and this is agent Masen," he pointed toward the door, "we will be taking care of this case from now on." Agent Masen looked angry for some reason like he didn't want to be there. Almost like he had better things to do.

"Why does the FBI need to be involved, am I in danger?" I asked.

"We are dealing with a very dangerous man, who has equally dangerous friends." He sat down and unbuttoned his suit, "and we will do everything in our power to keep you safe."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We are admitting you to the witness protection program," he pulled out a folder, "Isabella Marie Swan no longer exists, we will relocated you immediately."

I started to panic, "I can't just pack up and leave, I have a life here!"

"It won't be such a great life when you're dead," he spat back, "Agent Masen will travel with you where ever you go. Don't ever leave his side."

"First you want me to move now you want me to have a babysitter?"

"It's not like I want to watch over you," Agent Masen said.

I turned my head to face him, "then don't!"

"That's enough, you leave tomorrow morning. You must tell no one where you are going," he closed his folder, "take only what you need and nothing else." He stood up and re-buttoned his suit, "good day Ms. Swan." Then he left leaving me with agent Masen.

I sighed, "can you at least tell me where I'm going?"

"No," he said with no emotion.

"Why not?" I yelled. He was so infuriating, I hated him already.

"I can't risk you telling someone, you'll find out tomorrow." He moved so he was standing directly in front of me. "Cell phone please," he stuck out his hand waiting for me to hand my phone over.

I sighed heavily, "this is ridiculous," I slammed the phone into his hands.

"What am I suppose to tell my roommate Alice?" I asked.

"You tell her nothing, make a clean break."

I stormed out of the room, I didn't want to think about leaving Alice. She was my best friend for so many years. Agent Masen was close on my heals. He was following so close it was really annoying. I stopped abruptly and spun around to face him, "do you have to follow me so close?" I asked.

"I'm only doing my Job Isabella," he spat back at me.

"I don't call me Isabella! And I don't need a babysitter!" I flew my hands up in the air. We were out of the police station by then. I was making a scene in the middle of the sidewalk. I turned toward the street to see a black car with tinted windows coming straight at me, I was paralyzed in place.

"Watch out!" Edward screamed, he tackled me to the ground and away from the speeding car. The car didn't even try to stop. It was like he was trying to kill me.

We were both out of breath, "he was, he was trying to kill me."

"Still don't think you need a babysitter?" I shot him a glare, I almost got killed and he was making jokes.

He got off the ground and extended an arm, "Look saving your life will be a lot easier if we just tried to get along."

I gladly took his helping hand, "fine, I'll be civil but that doesn't mean I like you."

"Back at you Isabella." He said my name like it was the pelage.

We took the subway back to my apartment. I needed to grab a few things before I left in the morning. Agent Masen insisted I stayed at his place that night. He said it was safer. When we arrived Alice was home. I was praying with every fiber in my body that she wouldn't be there. The second I walked in she was there, just like her happy self.

"Hey Bella, how was your day? Who is this?" she asked loudly. Then she whispered in my ear, "he's cute!'

"He's just a friend," I said mildly. She knew something was wrong.

"Bella what's wrong?"

Edwards words echoed in my brain. You tell her nothing, make a clean break. "Alice I'm moving out, I can't stand live with you any longer. You are a complete slob and a horrible friend." I was holding in tears. Everything I was saying was a complete lie, I loved Alice more than I loved myself.

"Bella you can't mean that." She looked pained

"I do. I'm leaving tonight and never coming back."

"I don't underdstand," her voice was frantic.

"I knew you wouldn't." I grabbed what I came for and left without another word. I ran down the stairs and out the door. I collapsed on my knees. I was crying harder then I have ever cried in my life. I just destroyed the best friendship I have ever had. My sobs were coming out rapidly, I could hardly breath. Of course agent Masen was by my side, he put his hand on my shoulder, "Bella.."

I shrugged away from his embrace, "don't okay, just don't."

He called a taxi to take us to his place. Neither one of us said a word. He lived a few block from me, his place was a little nicer than mine. When I walked in the front door I was surprised. The place was almost empty, no pictures, no TV just a huge stack of CDs in the corner.

"Where's all your stuff?" I asked.

"This is all my stuff, I work a lot there's no need for anything else." He placed his coat on the rack, "the guest bedroom is your second door and your left, there are some clothes in the closet if you would like. They will be a little big on you but they will do for now."

I started to walk to the room but stopped, I didn't turn but I said, "Thank you, for everything."

His voice was sincere, "you're welcome Bella."

I smiled at started walking once again. I didn't hear from agent Masen again that night, except the loud classical music playing in his room, I didn't mind much. It helped me sleep after a long stressful day.

The next morning I woke up, agent Masen already made coffee. I walked out into the kitchen and he handed me a cup.

"Hurry up Ms. Swan we don't want to be late."

"Late going where?" I asked.

He smiled, "nice try."

I stomped my foot and stormed off. He is completely maddening, I thought.

We arrived at a private airport where the fat man was waiting for us. We got out of the car, and walked toward him.

"Good morning, here are your new aliases." He hand each of us a folder. Edward opened his folder.

"Sir, you can't be serious?!"

What's gotten into him I thought. I opened my folder as well, "Sally Johnson, wife of Fred Johnson."

I turned toward agent Masen, "please don't tell me you're Fred."

He didn't say anything just showed me his folder, there it read, Fred Johnson husband of Sally Johnson.

"Aren't I a little young to be tied down to this pompous jerk?" I asked.

"Sir no one will believe I'm married to an incompetent girl like her." He said.

"You two are to be husband and wife when you are out in public." Agent Smith said, "and that is final."

I crossed my arms like a child. Agent Masen was pulled aside by his captain. They thought I couldn't hear what they were saying but I did.

"Edward, you may be her husband out in public but remember you are not married to Isabella do not get emotionally involved, you know the rules."

"Yes sir, you don't have to worry."

It's bad enough that he's my babysitter but now he is my husband as well. What could be worse? I thought.

"You two are moving to Nevada and you will run and work at an Inn. Have a safe flight Mr. and Mrs. Johnson."