Chapter 2 - Twilight


"Now, look at this guy," Seth said jokingly, "finally decides to show the fuck up."

"Easy," Jake mumbled finding the familiar metal chair against the exposed brick wall of the team's nondescript compound, "…had to handle some things."

Calling the place out-of-the-way was quite the understatement. One couldn't involuntarily stumble upon the building; you'd definitely have to know exactly how to find it.

In a building owned by the city, the team's headquarters was situated off a secluded section of Brownsville. There wasn't much to it; a few chairs, some large desks, a couple of twin beds and a kitchen, but it was huge and it had plenty of space for various forms of state-of-the-art tracking and data equipment.

Jake had become a member of a small elite undercover narcotics unit in Miami. Made up himself, talented rookie Seth Waters, and led by Jason Jenks, their young, New York bred, street-smart lieutenant, their two years together had been far from boring.

Between the three of them, they'd been assigned to everything from vice to homicide, and survived in South Florida's dark criminal world long enough to know that to battle crime, you have to be little more criminal than cop at times.

Thanks to a rather jumpy trigger finger, Jake was fast becoming the 'shoot first, ask questions last' element in the team - a powder keg who'd gone balls-out on every assignment to the dismay of both Leah and his family.

So, in order to save them all some heartache, he'd decided long ago to keep his personal life very personal, and keep information on an as-needed basis. His quick-to-action style of crime fighting made him an integral part of the undercover team, but it also made it increasingly difficult to chart his behavior, to Seth and Jenks' dismay.

"Did you get it done?" Jenks prompted, sweeping his eyes over Jake's toweringly large form.

"Yeah," Jake began, running his hands through his hair.

"Based on that shit-eating grin on your face, you did some other things out there as well," Seth chuckled, taking a large bite of his banana. Though only a couple years out of the academy, Seth was handpicked to work this unit. Quick on his feet and wise-cracking, Seth was ideal for undercover work, mostly because whoever met him felt instantly comfortable. His young, trusting face gave way to the best bull-shitter Miami PD could offer.

Jake smirked, "Yeah, I had to handle some business while I was out there. I know we spoke a little on the phone, but I wanted to talk to you about it," he said turning to Jenks.

"Okay, what happened?"

"I kinda had to pop some folks…like two," he trailed off, standing to remove his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt.

"Geez Jake," Jenks said beginning his nervous pacing habit across the concrete floor, "okay, who?"

"Those motherfuckers from the deal this morning, over in Pavel's camp," he began, gesturing with his hands. "It was a fairly small deal, 200K with Cullen. So, one of the dudes goes for his gun, and…"

"You merked both the guys? Nice," Seth said amused sarcastically

"Now, look at this guy," Seth joked, "finally decides to show the fuck up."

"Easy," Jake found a familiar metal chair against the exposed brick wall of the team's nondescript compound, "...had to handle some things."

Calling the place out-of-the-way was quite the understatement. One couldn't involuntarily stumble upon the building; you'd definitely have to know exactly how to find it.

In a building owned by the city, the team's headquarters was situated off a secluded section of Brownsville. There wasn't much to it; a few chairs, some large desks, a couple of twin beds and a kitchen, but it was huge and it had plenty of space for various forms of state-of-the-art tracking and data equipment.

Jake had become a member of a small elite undercover narcotics unit in Miami. Made up himself, talented rookie Seth Waters, and led by Jason Jenks, their young, New York bred, street-smart lieutenant, their two years together had been far from boring.

Between the three of them, they'd been assigned to everything from vice to homicide, and survived in South Florida's dark criminal world long enough to know that to battle crime, you have to be little more criminal than cop at times.

Thanks to a rather jumpy trigger finger, Jake was fast becoming the 'shoot first, ask questions last' element in the team - a powder keg who'd gone balls-out on every assignment to the dismay of both Leah and his family.

So, in order to save them all some heartache, he'd decided long ago to keep his personal life very personal, and keep information on an as-needed basis. His quick-to-action style of crime fighting made him an integral part of the undercover team, but it also made it increasingly difficult to chart his behavior, to Seth and Jenks' dismay.

"Did you get it done?" Jenks swept his eyes over Jake's toweringly large form, prompting him to continue.

"Yeah," Jake began, running his hands through his hair.

"Based on that shit-eating grin on your face, you did some other things out there as well," Seth chuckled, taking a large bite of his banana. Though only a couple years out of the academy, Seth was handpicked to work this unit. Quick on his feet and wise-cracking, Seth was ideal for undercover work, mostly because whoever met him felt instantly comfortable. His young, trusting face gave way to the best bull-shitter Miami PD could offer.

Jake smirked, "Yeah, I had to handle some business while I was out there. I know we spoke a little on the phone, but I wanted to talk to you about it," he said turning to Jenks.

"Okay, what happened?"

"I kinda had to pop some folks...like two," he trailed off, standing to remove his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt.

"Geez Jake," Jenks said beginning his nervous pacing habit across the concrete floor, "okay, who?"

"Those motherfuckers from the deal this morning, over in Pavel's camp," he gestured with his hands. "It was a fairly small deal, 200K with Cullen. So, one of the dudes goes for his gun, and..."

"You merked both the guys? Nice," Seth said sarcastically, amused.

"Yeah," Jake threw an exasperated sneer in his direction. Seth chucked again, unmoved by Jake's annoyance.

"Did they blow your cover?" Jenks said, pausing, and sitting on the edge of metal coffee table.

"No, but I knew dude was about to try something, and you know I had to."

"Okay, okay," Jenks nodded thoughtfully, processing the information, "where are the bodies?"

"Um... not sure. Their probably floating around somewhere right about now."

"So, Cullen handled that?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, well, Jake, you just stay clean," Jenks said seriously, giving in to what had already happened and finally letting out a breath. "So tell me about this buy coming up; run through the details again."

"Well, everything's happening as planned," Jake began, "I heard Emmett talking about the yacht. We're taking it out off the coast of South Beach; we'll be meeting with the Nuetena and the rest of the Colombians out there. I'll give you the specifics."

"How much?"

"We're looking about six-hundred kilos, twenty mil."

Seth whistled, raising his brows in an impressed grin. "I am obviously on the wrong side," he stood, walking toward the kitchen.

"Hey, grab me a beer, will ya?" Jake yelled to Seth's back. "Yeah, it should be pretty clean. Obviously, you never know what's gonna pop off, like this morning; especially considering this much cash and narcotic. Plus, we're gonna be floating."

"Okay, well, I need you to give me times, specifics on location, and the kind of manpower you guys are working with, so I can do my thing and we can back you up."

"I can do that; it's coming up week after next."

"I'll handle the Coast Guard; you just get me the particulars."

"No prob."

Jake found his way to the computer atop a metal desk in the corner. He logged in using a bogus username and password, then began his daily research ritual.

Over the course of the year, he'd come to know almost everything humanly possible about Miguel Nuetena.

His family- 3 brothers, 2 sisters. Dead father, mother living Bogotá.

His home life-had a wife of 12 years who he was fiercely loyal to and 2 kids - boy and a girl.

Not to mention every buy, deal, prison term, murder, and breath he'd taken for the last 10 years of his life.

Jake was ready - but a little extra searching around never hurt anyone. Its always important to know the demon you're dealing with.

After several hours of puttering around the team's makeshift station and a quick nap, Jake glanced at the metal clock hanging from one of the brick walls.

Noting the darkness seeping through the small windows, he sat up on the tiny bed, stretched his large frame and yawned, grateful for the briefest of sleeps he was able to have. It was pushing 10PM and he figured Emmett, at least, would already be at the club. He located his undershirt and roughly stretched it over his bare chest.

"Hey," he rose to his feet, finding his dress shirt and suit coat, "I'm gonna head over to Twilight... see what Cullen's up to."

"Yeah right," Seth said with a knowing grin, "the chicks over there wouldn't have anything to do with you working so late tonight, would they?"

"Seth," Jake gasped with feigned horror, "I'm an engaged man, why would you even think such things of me?"

"Yeah, right," Seth laughed, "Just make sure you don't engage your man too much tonight, huh?"

"Oh, and Jake?" Jenks added, not bothering to glance up from the screen of his laptop, "could you take a break from killing people - just for tonight?"

Jake smiled mischievously, reaching for the door's handle and pressing downward to engage the bolt, "I'll do what I can... not making any promises."

He exited the building swiftly, sliding the jacket from his broad shoulders and setting his pistol and holster into the backseat. Jake settled into his car and adjusted the controls of the air conditioning, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and mopping his handsome face. Even long after the Miami sun had retreated into the horizon, it was at least 80 degrees. Jake could never get used to this Florida heat - he'd take Midwest snow over this any day.

His discomfort was soon pushed away though, as the cooling air blew against his face. Unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, he blew a breath through pursed lips, and slid open the sunroof.

Scrolling through his mp3 player for suitable music, he shifted into gear. It was time to get in a partying mood.

As much of a northerner as he was, Jake did enjoy Miami. Beautiful beaches, even more beautiful women, to, if nothing else, look at.

Leah'd complained when they originally moved down, unhappy with leaving her family so far away in Philadelphia. She agreed after some coaxing though. She always did.

The thumping rock/Latin infused music drifted into the parking lot of the popular nightclub. Jake drove into his prime assigned spot to the left of the club and, after discreetly sliding into his holster and coat, nodded to the young man manning the paid parking.

"H-hi Mr. Wolfe," the teen said with a polite, but guarded smile.

"Riley," Jake said pausing briefly, to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder and reaching into the pocket of his expensive pants, "how many times do I have to tell you? It's Eli... Mr. Wolfe was my father."

Jake fished a fifty dollar bill from his wallet, folded it into a smaller rectangle, then pressed it into Riley's dampening palm. "Now," he continued, "you be sure to take care of my car, huh?"

"Yes sir, mister...er, Eli." Jake smiled and bobbed his head, continuing his long strides toward the club.

He was a regular- a star of sorts to the club's patrons.

So, as Jake strolled nonchalantly, passing the impatient club-goers waiting in the increasingly lengthening line, both male and female eyes raked across his large form lustfully and enviously.

"E," Garrett, Twilight's head security greeted Jake with a welcoming handshake and hug, forgoing a weapons check, "you better get in there...the ass is hot tonight," he said whistling with a chuckle.

Jake glanced down at two women, a blonde and redhead, passing ahead of him into the large antique doors. Allowing his eyes to linger on their shapely figures barely covered by lace and spandex, he smiled.

"I can see that," he mused, mostly for Garrett's benefit. His mind's eye immediately flashed the scene of him and Bella this afternoon hot, dripping with well-worked perspiration. Even now, he felt her lips on his body, smelled the sweetness of her shampoo, tasted her on his tongue. Jake smiled, satisfied at the memory; he needed even more of her, and was becoming more excited at the thought of her in his house later this evening, waiting for him.

He made his way past Angela and Kate receiving cash for entry into the club, placing friendly kisses on each of their cheeks.

"Eli..." Kate said flirtatiously, leaning over the edge of the waist-high counter, her large breasts straining against the thin fabric of her halter, "you're looking delicious as ever."

"Kay," Jake said, flashing his sexiest smile, "you saving me a dance later?"

"You know it," she responded with a wink.

Jake thought Kate was hot, in that exotic sort of way - all long black hair, curvaceous hips and olive skin.

She'd flirted and hinted and eluded her interest to him on more than one occasion, including cornering him one evening after, against his better judgment, he'd had a drink that temporarily disarmed the undercover fortress that he'd built around himself.

He almost, almost blew his own cover, facts of his Jake-life and Eli-life blended together dangerously close. Her shapely gyrating body grinding itself against him to the beat of the music, intermingling with the tequila, made for a bad decision waiting to happen.

It was all Shirley Temples and cranberry and tonics on the job from then on.

He kissed the girls once more, then made his way through the crowd smiling and greeting. All handshakes and nods and pecks under the thumping music and strobing lights.

He headed right where he knew they would all be, and, after stepping from the glass elevator, he saw Edward, Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle, the Cullen's loyal body guard, boisterously chatting in the ultra posh VIP section overlooking the already packed main dance floor.

After grinning good-naturedly at each of them, ordering his usual virgin cocktail that looked like a very not-virgin cocktail, Jake took a seat and tried to enjoy himself.

Just a little after midnight, the main attraction took their places on the raised stage above the crowd. Kate, along with three other equally stunning women, strutted out to center of the platform clad in shorts and bra tops in various jewel-toned colors and stiletto heels.

"Now, that's what I've been waiting for," Emmett said peering through the glass enclosure, chuckling and grabbing his crotch, "you think Rose would ever wear something like that?"

"That prude of a wife you have?" Carlisle said jokingly, "You'd be lucky to get her out of those thermals she's always wearing." Jake couldn't help but laugh along with the group at that sentiment. Rose? A prude? Unlikely.

He'd seen her strutting a little too comfortably around their estate minutes from Edward's home in silk and satin not covering much of anything. Could that be just for his benefit?

Rose Cullen was a lot of things, but shy, she was not.

Jake's eyes lazily drifted over the women dancing on stage to a mix of various popular songs, lip-syncing and moving hips and various body parts seductively to the approving crowd below them.

Kate-obviously the headliner of the group, wearing the most elaborate ensemble- locked eyes with Jake inconspicuously, and began a dance just for him. She swirled her long legs around the clear pole that reached floor to ceiling in the massive club. In time with the music, she stared at him still, rolling her body up and down the pole, finally dropping to a bouncing split in the center of the stage.

"Oh shit!" Edward said slapping Jake on the back roughly, "I think she likes you Eli - and dude, if you don't take full advantage of that fact, I personally will begin questioning your manhood." The men around him were extremely amused at the show, and, even Jake had to admit the entire thing was pretty hot.

God, he had to get out of there.

"Yo, Ed, shut the fuck up, dude," Jake said rolling his eyes and walking to the end of the room. Just as his eyes began to involuntarily wander back to a limber Kate, the pocket of his slacks began vibrating; he glanced at the screen of his smartphone:

B. Cullen (6/15 12:57pm): Where are you?

Jake smiled, running his thumbs across the QWERTY keypad quickly.

Me (6/15 12:58pm): Twlight with ed em jas and carl. u?

He tapped the send button, then received a message almost instantaneously.

B. Cullen (6/15 12:58pm): At ur house, minus clothes

A broad smile broke across his face as the thought of a naked Bella spread across his bed, or rather, naked in his shower covered in soap crossed his mind. He groaned softly, checking the time.

Me (6/15 1:01 pm): Damn. Sty right there. Be done in a min. Call you when im on my way.

B. Cullen (6/15 1:03 pm): K. I miss u... hurry :(

His heart jumped briefly at the thought of Bella actually missing him. The amazing woman he loved actually both needing and desiring to be near him. He pocketed his phone and stood, preparing to take his leave.

"Whoa, whoa, Wolfe, where you headed?" Edward asked with a smile sipping his drink.

"I think I'm gonna head home," Jake said, glancing around casually, "it's been a long day, and I'm beat."

Angela emerged from the stairs at that moment and, after a quick pat down, Carlisle allowed her to pass. She made her way onto Edward's lap comfortably, like she'd been there so many times - which she had.

"You got something waiting for you?" Edward said suggestively, obviously drunk. A brief wave of anxiety washed over Jake, though not across his face. Never on his face.

"Naw," he said brushing off his nervousness as unwarranted paranoia, "me and the bed. I'll probably sleep in , then get up in the morning and run. I've been really burning the candle at both ends."

"I hear you," Jasper interjected, distractedly watching two women in the corner of the room embracing in the throes of a passionate kiss. The thinner of the two ran her small hands across the curvier brunette, sliding her top south to expose nearly all of her full breasts in her tight black tank.

"Okay then," Edward said, placing a rough kiss on Angela's lips, "I'll see you later tomorrow night, right?"

Jake hadn't heard anything about meeting the next evening. He was planning on lying between Bella's thighs all day. Fuck.

"Got it, Ed... I'll catch you guys later," he said with a feigned smile, shaking hands with each of the men who stood in various places in the room at varying levels of intoxication.

He escaped the club at nearly 2AM, pleased with the cool beach air blowing against his face.

Now.

He had a date with a beautiful woman, his shower, and his bed.

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Thank to my AMAZING beta, Hopeful Wager, she' the most awesome beta in all the land *sounds trumpets*

~Ok. I admit it. I didn't come up with The Twilight Saga. Or it's characters. I don't own them either (I know, I know. Its a shocker.) Stephenie Meyer owns everything.~