Being number one at my job is fun, but at the same time, it's a bore. I knew the criminal mind inside and out. All I really want to be is a field agent. I help everyone else take them down, when for once all I want is to be the one that takes them down.

All because I was a junior in high school I wasn't allowed to have any fun. I mean, sure, I have a gun, but it's for an emergency only. I've practiced with it; I'm the best aim the team has. I could be a sniper for crying out loud. But then someone plays the "junior in high school," card and they go all psycho on me.

My fingers fluttered over the keys of my laptop, Bob. Bob and I are fairly similar. Both alone in this big world. The only real difference between us is that he's gay and I'm straight. Hmm… How lovely.

"Bella?"

I looked up to see Andrew leaning over my work desk. Not him again.

"What do you want Andrew?"

I didn't really like this guy. He bugged me to no extent. Andrew was like my own personal little Mike Newton. The difference was Andrew was 23 and Mike was 17, other than that, they looked exactly the same. But Andrew had stubble which Mike could only dream about.

"I was just wondering what you were doing. So…what are you doing?" He tried to lean over my computer but I pushed him away.

"I'm working on a paper for English class about Romeo and Juliet. Now would you pleas leave so I can work. It's due tomorrow." I said to him pointedly. He flinched and stepped back.

"Sorry, I'll let you get back to work. Tell me how you do on your paper." He walked away with the same rejected face that Mike always had after I said no to a date with him.

I instantly felt a twinge of guilt for Andrew and Mike. I'm rejecting them left and right. Maybe I should cut them some slack. So the next time Mike asks me on a date, I'll say, "yes." The next time Andrew wants something, I'll say, "sure."

The office was divided into sections by teams. Each team had their own room and in that room was each team members little work space. Our team had the biggest office with two extra cubicles even though there were only three of us.

Henry, the team leader or as Andrew and I like to call him; Boss. Then there's Andrew, can't forget about him. He specializes in software engineering and computer programming, but he makes one hell of a field agent. And last, but not least, there's me. Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella. I specialize in the lay out of the criminal mind. You give me a profile of a serial rapist; I can give you a line up of his next twenty victims, before he even makes his next move. Drug deal gone badly, I can give you a list of the ten most popular drug dealers on the market, five more including the dealers that work for the mafia. Yeah, you could say that I'm good at my job.

There was Alex though, he was our morgue manager. He ran the morgue and did all the autopsies, but he worked for everyone.

"Bella," Henry called across form me, sitting at his desk.

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Your not writing a paper, are you?" He raised a brow at me. Henry was 28, and around 5' 11". He had long black hair that fell in front of his royal blue eyes. He was also well built. I couldn't be in the same room with him when he was working out, more for my benefit than his.

Today he had on a white V neck shirt with an unbuttoned, short sleeved, grey button down shirt over that. He was also wearing his usual tattered blue jeans.

"I finished it last night." I said sheepishly, lowering my head as I felt the blush reach my cheeks.

He sighed. "Andrew and I are going out to lunch. Want to tag along?" I shook my head. "You sure?" He seemed skeptical. I lifted my head.

"I'm sure. There's some leftover rice in the fridge with my name on it." He chuckled and I smiled.

"Alright, we'll see you when we get back."

"Got it, Boss." I gave him two thumbs up and he and Andrew walked out of the office laughing.

"Finally, I though that they would never leave."

Opening up I tunes on my computer, I typed "All Time Low" into the search box. In seconds the albums popped up with Thirty-one songs by All Time Low. Turning it to shuffle I clicked "Holly (would you turn me on)." One of my favorites.

"You are the taste of something sweet and I'm tangled in the sheets. Oh, oh. Oh, oh." I sang as I made my way over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room by the door. My combat boots clomping on the floor as I walked.

Today I had on a plaid mini skirt with a black tee-shirt that says "Rawer means 'I love you' in dinosaur" with two dinosaurs on the front. One pink and one blue, and a blue and pink polka dot egg in between them. It was one of my favorite shirts right next to my FBI wind breaker.

The rice was dangerously hypnotizing as it rotated in the stainless steel microwave. I bobbed my head up and down to the beat of the music waiting for my lunch to heat up, and that got me thinking….

We had got this new case where a man was killed and he was cooked, but he was chopped up in little pieces before he was cooked. The only think that didn't make sense to Alex was that he wasn't cooked enough for it to be in an oven, and if it was on a stove there would be sear marks--a grill would do the same thing--and if he was cooked on open flames he would be scorched. It all made sense now.

"I KNOW HOW HE WAS KILLED!" I shouted and ran downstairs to the morgue, taking the elevator. When I finally made it down there Alex was talking to a boy who looked around my age with bronze hair and a pair of huge black-rimmed nerdy glasses propped on top of his messy head of hair. They both looked over at my panting figure standing to the doorway. It took me a second to catch my breath, when I finished I told them my theory.

"Dan Heights wasn't cooked in an oven, stove top, grill, or open flame." I said all in one breathe. Alex looked a little puzzled at my sudden outburst.

"Yes Bella, we already discussed this. All of those would leave significant marks and scaring that is not found on the body," he said in his thick British accent. Alex was forty-three with brown eyes and graying brown sleek hair to match. "Might something be wrong with your brain dear? I mean, we just went over this the other day." He let out a low and throaty chuckle. The boy looked at me with realization and I walked over to stand next to him. Wow, he was really handsome.

"You get it don't you?" I hedged.

"Yes, but the body would have to be chopped up; post mortem perhaps?' He quirked a brow at us, awaiting the answer that he already knew.

Alex cut in. "The scaring on the tissue shows that the young fellow was diced up about three hours before he was cooked using a serrated blade. There was clotting, showing that he was still alive when he was chopped up because there was still blood flow." The devilish boy's eyes flashed with excitement.

"Follow me," he said eagerly. We walked quickly to the old lab that used to belong to Shermin. He disappeared after working here for two months--he was living in his mom's basement when we found him. He walked over to a monitor that was sitting in the corner of the room. His back to us, he typed something into the keyboard and pictures of the body came up on the screen.

"These are the scars left behind from the blade," he said running his hand along the lines on the scarred tissue. "See I was bored one time and wanted to see what would happen if I cut different types of meat with different knives. The least effective one felt the same marks as these one here." He walked over to the screen on the wall. "You want to know which one that was." He went around the corner and came back with a knife, tossing it around carelessly in his hands. "Something found in almost any kitchen… A bread knife." Tossing it to me I caught it with one hand effortlessly.

"This doesn't explain how the man was cooked though." Alex looked between the two of us with a confused expression on his face.

"Microwave." The cute boy and I said at the same time, the "duh" factor playing in our voices. Alex's face lightened up with understanding and he turned and left.

"Bloody brilliant," I said, mimicking Alex's accent. The boy chuckled.

"Hi, you must me the 'corky' Isabella that Alex has been telling me about. I'm Edward, Edward Cullen. I'm new here, and I just finished college with a degree in the study of the natural world." I looked at him open mouthed.

"How old are you?" I asked bewildered.

"Seventeen" Edward said in a honey thick voice that was velvety smooth. Mm… I liked the sound of his voice.

"But wait, if your seventeen, then how did you get to go to college? And by the way, call me Bella." I hopped up on the counter, swinging my legs back and forth. Edward sat down in the lonesome rolling chair, slowly moving himself from side to side.

"It's one of those situations where you're the ultimate nerd in the class and Harvard offers you a full time scholarship, you kind of take it." He did a full spin in the chair and turned back to look at me. "What's your story, Bella?" He asked.

"Umm… I got accepted into Dartmouth when I was sixteen for my insight to the criminal mind, but I declined the offer. I didn't want to have to go back to school when I was eighteen and start my sophomore year. My patents were not happy to say the least, they thought that I was passing up a huge opportunity. But its what makes me happy." I smiled to myself, looked down and back up to Edward. He had a small smile on his face as well and was looking happily at me.

"I'm glad that you did what made you happy. I actually do regret going to college so early, but they actually let me start out as a junior instead of starting where I left off." Edward look off to the side with a thoughtful essence to his features. I heard footsteps and turned to see Alex standing in the doorway.

"Speaking of microwaves," He wasn't even able to finish the sentence before I sprang from the counter and flew up the stairs. My rice was sitting in the microwave that went off three minutes ago, crap. At least it didn't burn. I took a seat leaning back in my desk chair. Edward had wondered his way upstairs and was leaning lazily on my desk as I jammed out to "Running from Lions" by All Time Low.

"So," I said taking a bite of rice. "You're going to Forks High, right?" He nodded. "Cool!" I chirped. "I can show you around for the day, plus it gives me a reason to be late for Spanish." Edward chuckled at my comment.

"You don't like Spanish?" He hedged.

I shrugged. "Not that I don't like it, I just already know it--it comes with the job description. Besides," I took another bite of rice and swallowed carefully, "The teacher thinks I know nothing about it." We both laughed at that. I had finished my lunch by know and I was starting to run out of things to supply for the conversation. My teeth began to nervously knag on my bottom lip as the silence crept up on us. Edward's eyes found mine as the silence fluttered on, we just stared at each other. Time slowly seemed to pass, but a lot of time must have passed because I could hear Henry and Andrew coming up the hall. Their laughing abruptly stopped when--I'm sure--they saw us.

"I'm going to head out," I said reluctantly shifting my gaze from Edward's to the two men standing in the center of the room.

"Need me to drive you home?" Andrew asked. I shook my head briskly as a busied myself by grabbing my things.

"I'll just hail a cab." I said curtly. I really didn't want to have him take me home, I wasn't in such a good mood this week; Jessica and Lauren have been driving me up the wall and my patience was wearing thin.

"I'll take you home," Edward cut in as I shoved my laptop into my bag, not even caring to shut it down. I froze, did I really want to turn down the offer? I nodded yes to him and followed him to the parking lot.