Hey All. Now that my Edward and Isabella story is almost done, I need another fanfic to get you guys into. I've been trying to think of ideas that are so AU, which you can't help but read it. So. In this story, all the characters are human. So hopefully it's not too badly OOC. Anyways, without further ado… here is my new story. ENJOY!

PROLOUGE

"It is unknown at the moment whether the death was accidental or if there was some sort of tie with the recent missing cases…. The police have blocked off the area… no one is getting in – or out. . We will post more information as it arises…"

I had to stand up and walk to the television in order to shut it off. It's one of those old TV's, the ones with the little knobs that you have to turn in order to change the channel. Or to turn it off. My mom gave it to me a couple years ago. Okay… I took it from her basement when she and Phil were out, but I think she figured it was gone, and who took it. If she hasn't realized yet… well that's her problem now. I seriously think that it once showed new shows of I love Lucy… in black and white.

Tugging at the hem of my tank top, I head into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I tap my fingers impatiently as I shift through the frozen dinners. Hmm, which one shall I choose? Smiling, I close my eyes and grab the first one I reach. Opening one eye to peek, fettuccini alfredo it is. I tear off the top with my teeth, while opening up my small built-in microwave oven. I wouldn't be able to afford one if it didn't come with the apartment. Turning to lean on the counter I press my fingers to my eyes to think.

One year now. One year I've been in the business of crime, and I have yet to solve anything. Yes, I've been hired here and there. But it has mostly been by over obsessed wives trying to see if their husband is cannoodling with their secretary. You know the usual stuff. I am half way through my second term of my junior year in university. The crime busting stuff- yea that's just a thing I do on the side. I'm majoring in law. I'm surrounded by thief's everyday. My dad, Charlie, is the Chief of Police back home in Forks. He likes to think that his love for crime rubbed off on me. Although I know it's true, it makes me gag just thinking about it. So, in light of that situation, I am also minoring in English Literature. It's a blast going to class to read.

Hearing the shrilling beep of the microwave, I turn to retrieve my gourmet meal. It doesn't get much better than this. I almost burn my fingers as I grab the paper square from the microwave; the steam is thick. Dropping the food to the counter, I put my finger into my mouth.

"Shit." I murmur to myself. Rolling my eyes, I rummage through my cutlery drawer – where the silverware are just thrown into (Nope, no organized tray for me)—and grab a fork. I make sure the food isn't too hot before I grab for it. I head back out of my tiny kitchenette and back into my crowded living room. It's made up of an old sofa that has almost seen the last of its days. The cushions are mix-matched in colour and stuffing. I have my favorite arm chair that no one sits in but me… at the odd time I have company. Angela doesn't count. A cluttered desk, a packed filing cabinet, and a couple of end tables make up the rest of the room. A lamp in the corner hangs over the television which is seated on top of 

an old fold-up food tray/stand. That's the only light I have in this room, but it is all I need. Candles are my way of seeing what's in front of me. The lamp makes my tan-brown walls look almost golden. This is home.

I head to my chair and sit cross-legged in its warmth. Letting my food rest in my lap, I can feel the heat from the pasta seep through my jeans. I let what I heard on the news take over my conscious. This murder may or may not have anything to do with the missing girls. But, if my opinion counts in any way I would say it does. Nothing happens due to coincidence. Nothing. I know that for a fact. And I'm going to figure out how to fix this. But first… opening my eyes to look at my food. I lick my lips.

I eat.