Hi all, The Team was removed and is presently being beta'd. For those that read it already I am sorry for the updates you would receive.

Disclaimer for the entire story: I do not own twilight, S. Meyer does.

Penname: RI40

Story Title: The Team That's Built on Lies.

Rating *NC-17

Characters: Edward*Bella

Genre: Mystery/Drama

Summary: Rigid Bella gets her dream job as Planning and Quality Officer, selected for a two year project in the Caribbean. Enter a shy, stuttering, green-eyed, handsome Edward, with a dangerous past and you have a project disaster. Will Edward make Bella forget all her rules when it comes to work and play? Or, will one of them end up dead before they get a chance to explore the possibilities of a relationship.

June

EPOV

I needed to do this sooner or later. Preferably sooner. So, I decided that I needed to tell Bella the truth. I just hoped that I wasn't too late.

I've gone over this for the last hour and a half, why can't I just do it? I mentally scolded myself as I paced in front of the living room window. I needed to tell Bella today.

"Edward, why are you trying to bore a hole into the floor?" Bella asked. I immediately froze in place at the sudden sound of her voice behind me. I stood like a statue for a long moment before I slowly turned myself towards her voice. It's now or never.

"Bella, I need to talk to you," I said slowly as I made my way towards her, taking in the wary expression on her face. I took her hand to ease her worry and led her to the chair to sit next to me. Thinking about it now, I wonder if I actually took her hand to ease my own worries rather than hers.

Letting out an unsteady breath, I launched into my story.

"Bella, please know that I love you and even after I tell you this, please, never doubt my love for you," I pleaded.

"Okay," she replied, the worried look never leaving her face.

There was a poignant pause between us as she cocked her head to the side, signalling that I could start at anytime.

"I-I d-don't know where to start," I stuttered.

"What's wrong, Edward? It would be best if you start from the beginning," she suggested, running her hand through my hair to ease my nerves.

Now or never, I repeated in my head again.

"My last name is not Whitson," I said.

"What?" The look on her face wasn't quite that of confusion, it was questioning—wondering if this was a joke or a game, or if I was just plain crazy. "If your last name isn't Whitson, then what..." she asked, her brow furrowed.

"Bella, my last name is Masen," I stated calmly, yet quickly, before she could finish her sentence.

She repeated my last name to herself over and over, trying to figure out why the name was so familiar. When realization dawned on her, she turned to me with a look of complete anger, shock and disbelief.

"No, it can't be," she whispered, shaking her head. "It can't be," she repeated as if trying to convince herself, or possibly to convince me.

"Yes."

"Masen," she said again, "Masen?"

"Yes."

"You're lying."

"No, baby, I am not lying. My last name is Masen. I assumed the name Whitson from a family I knew years ago."

Bella still was not convinced. "So, are you trying to tell me that your last name is really Masen?" Bella asked.

"Yes, it is," I replied. Her face was unresponsive. I stared into her deep, chocolate brown eyes, while a million uncertainties clouded my mind.

Will she still want me after she knows my family history? Will she still want to work with me? Most importantly, will she still love me and want me in the life of my—no—our soon-to-be child?

"I…I can't believe what you're saying…I mean, are you crazy or something? Is this a joke? Are you…high or something?" she questioned, squinting her eyes at me. I could see the confusion written all over her face. She thought she knew me. We had shared the most intimate thing two people could share, the creation of new life, and now she had found out I was not who I said I was.

The most basic thing you can know about someone is their name, and I had lied about that. I sat there, still holding her hand, and watched as she realized our entire relationship was based on a falsehood.

"No, Bella, I am not crazy, I'm not on drugs, and I'm not joking. My last name is really Masen. I am the last of the Masens," I said my name, for what felt like the hundredth time.

She turned her back towards me, mumbling something that sounded like, "…must have been on drugs" and "now saying this." I could swear I even heard her call me a fucking idiot and a lying imbecile. She muttered something about no trust as she yanked her hand from mine, and stood heading for the door.

She was right; I was a fucking idiot. At least, I would be if I allowed her to walk out that door without an explanation of why I changed my last name, why I kept it a secret, even from her—my partner, my best friend, and the mother of my future child.

As I thought over all the roles Bella played in my life tears began to form in my eyes. In the time that I had known her she'd become such a constant in my life. She was a part of me now, and I wasn't sure I would be able to function without her. I wasn't sure I wanted to function without her. Now that I had known a life with her in it, I couldn't bear to live any other way.

"Bella," I shouted as the tears streamed freely down my face. She stopped at my sudden outburst and turned to face me. I relayed a silent prayer of thanks when her eyes met mine because she was, at least, going to give me the chance to explain. I didn't know what would happen after that, but at least she would know the truth.

"Please, just let me explain, and then you can leave if you still want to," I pleaded.

"Start," her voice was hard and sharp with no sense of emotion.


Hey all, this is the first story I've written. It's completed and is by my fantastic betas PTB, thefallingdarkness and DeepCrimson91, with assistance from Shasta.