Disclaimer: I own nothing that is recognizable, such as the characters and any other brand name hereafter mentioned. I do own the plot, though. Please don't steal it?

A/N: So, this idea kinda just came to me today. I know the first chapter is vague, but I promise things will be explained. Let me know what you think?

Summary: For undercover cop, Bella Swan, nothing was dangerous enough to make her quit. Not even Edward Cullen, known drug-lord, could defer her. But when she fears more for her heart than her life, well, that's a different story entirely. AH, ExB

Chapter One

"Black Lines Turn to Battlefields"

April 2009

My fingers were poised over the keyboard, ready to tap out all the frustration that was scribbled in the notebook beside me. Yet, the cursor still stood in the same place, blinking furiously, taunting me. One year of observation was waiting to make its debut. One year scrawled carelessly in a tattered notebook, and yet I couldn't bring myself to move the cursor.

He broke my heart and shattered my world. So, why couldn't I do what was needed?

With a sigh my hands fell, slapping against the hard wood of the desk. My head fell forward, too heavy with memories to keep itself upright. The music flowed softly from the speakers situated on either side of me, but despite the soothing nature, it did nothing to calm me down. I was livid with myself and ashamed at how much he swayed me. If this were to be done one year ago, I would have no problem.

Then again, he didn't play such a prominent role back then.

You see, one year ago I was thrust into his world. It was so unlike my own that I became entranced. Back then I was just an undercover cop, trying to prove herself by taking on the dangerous Edward Cullen. Back then I wasn't fully aware of what I had gotten myself into. Back then it was just a game one haphazardly played.

Back then I wasn't in love with Edward Cullen.

What a difference love makes. Because I love him, I couldn't callously exploit him like I was told to. I may be Bella Swan, daughter of legendary Chief Swan, but despite the blood that flows through me I still couldn't hold true to my roots. My fingers readied themselves again, dangling dangerously close to the keys. It was time. My trials needed to be told, but without exposing him.

Please accept this letter as my formal notice of resignation…

The cursor began to move.