I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. I OWN POLICEWARD

What happened last night? I thought to myself as I stretched my arms over my head. Grasping the pillow behind my head, I squeezed, closing my eyes and stretching my entire body out. Oh god, that feels good, I thought to myself as I sat up and looked around. The somewhat sunlight was pouring through the windows that lined my bedroom. You had to love Seattle. Rain dripped down the glasses, creating dancing shadows on my floor. Taking a deep breath, I ran my nimble fingers through my brown hair, tugging at the hair spray that was still there. "Ow," I moaned because that last tug damn well hurt. I flinched and looked around my room. My cream colored carpet was covered in clothes- all mine, of course. Clients knew better than to leave their things here. I wasn't their wives- maids, whatever the hell they had. Pulling back the blankets, I slid over the side of my king sized bed and stood up. I wasn't woozy, which was wonderful because some mornings after I had appointments with Jacob- I couldn't even begin to tell you how much I threw up. He always liked it better when I was drunk for reasons..I couldn't remember.

I guess I should explain a few things. One: I am a call girl. No- I am not a prostitute. C'mon, that is just fucking degrading. Prostitutes are whores- simple. Call girls. Call girls are classy. We don't just have sex with someone and get paid for it; Call girls provide a sense of false hope. False hope to the clients that we have. They want to pretend that we're married? Cool, just make sure you pay me for my time and afterward, realize we are NOT married. Two: Yes, I have a story to how it is I became this way, but it's not because of a whorish mother and an alcoholic father. Psh. Not every woman has a story, gentlemen. I like sex. Simple.

I walked into the bathroom and took myself in: my cherry, red lips were a bit swollen due to Jacob and his overactive mind. He liked it rough. My eyes looked tired, but that was nothing a nice, hot shower couldn't fix. I walked to the shower, which was made of glass doors and beautiful, serene tiles and turned on the hot spray. Mm, it felt good on my hands. I then walked back into the bedroom, starting to pick up the God awful mess I ensued on it last night while trying to find something to wear. Jacob was kind of last minute. My last client cancelled on me, so what I thought was going to be a quiet night with my books and television, was quickly turned into something else. Thank you, Jacob Black. No, really. Thank you. I was not disappointed to hear from Mr. Black, who was the owner and operator of Black Inc. What the sold? I couldn't tell you. I never paid attention.

When I was satisfied with the look of my bedroom, I made my way back to the bathroom and stripped off what I had covered myself up with last night. Stepping under the spray was wonderful; I could instantly feel it in my bones. I turned my back to the spray, allowing it to fall over my shoulders and closed my eyes.

Where should I start? Let's see: My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I was born in a small town in Washington named Forks. My mother died when I was 13 of skin cancer, which explains my lack of tan. Freaks me the fuck out. As of today, I am 22 years old and live in Seattle. While it's not normal to move out of Forks, I did. I couldn't stay there my whole life, especially when my dad got skin. I didn't want to be there. It was too hard. I have a best friend. His name is Edward Cullen. I've known him since I was four because I was building a snow fort and what did he do? He knocked it over and then I shoved a snow ball in his face. Best friends, I tell you. His brother, Emmett, is one of the sweetest people I know. He married my other best friend Rosalie. See, Edward's real last name isn't Cullen; it's Masen. He grew up in Chicago, but he came to his Aunt and Uncle's house a lot because his mother was a lawyer and always had stuff to do. When Edward was 16, he moved to the Cullen's permanently due to his parents death. I'm the only one that knows the real truth- besides his family and Jasper, of course. When he was 16, his parents were murdered while he was in school and came home to find them.

Poor Edward. I could only imagine 16 year old, geeky Edward walking into his Chicago mansion to find his mother raped and slaughtered..like an animal. It hurt my heart every time I thought about it. Edward didn't talk to anyone that year. He would climb into my window and sleep in my room because he was scared, but he didn't speak. For a whole 365 days: silence.

Back to the present, Edward took over my father's job as Chief of Police in Forks, which happens to be minutes away from where I live, thank God. I don't know what I would do without him. Without any of the Cullens, honestly. Without Esme and Carlisle, I don't think I could have survived both of my parent's deaths.

As I was washing the soap out of my hair, I heard my phone going off. "Fuck," I muttered, quickly rinsing and grabbing a towel. Knowing me, of course, I fell..flat on my ass. Fucking clumsiness. "Ow," I moaned as I rubbed my ass and grabbed my phone, growling a 'hello' into the receiver.

"Bells?" said a gruff voice on the other side of the phone. Speaking of Edward, Edward was on the phone.

I chuckled and rubbed my butt once more, "Yeah. Hey," I said, walking toward my bed and sitting down, making sure I didn't get my sheets wet.

"Are you okay?" he asked as I heard shuffling over the phone. He must have had me on speaker phone.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I fell-"

"What else is new?" teased Edward. I mockingly laughed at him, telling him it wasn't funny. "But it really is," he continued. "What time are you coming today?"

I pursed my lips, "Depends. What do you want for food?" I asked as I stood up and toweled my hair, moving toward my vanity. Everyday, I made dinner for my best friend because he worked third shift and didn't have time to cook- not to mention, he couldn't. And that way, I could wake him up and see him. I missed him sometimes.

"Hm..I don't know.." he said, plopping down on what I assumed was his bed. "Tacos?"

I wrinkled my nose and nodded with a laugh, "Alright. That's something new."

"I don't know. I've been feeling very festive lately. My mouth was practically drooling when I saw a Taco Bell last night," he said as he laugh. I could just see his bronze hair, a mess from running his fingers through it, and that silly crooked smile on his face.

"There's a Taco Bell in Forks now?" I asked, completely surprised. No way. The newest thing they had there was a freaking Walmart and that too three years to get.

He laughed, "No way. I was in Seattle, checking on somethings." I knew he wouldn't say another word about it. This had to do with his parents. Ever since Edward was 18 and going through the academy, Edward has been in search of his parent's killer. He wanted revenge and knew that he could get it as a police officer. I think that's what drove him.

After I said my goodbyes to Edward and promised him that I would make him tacos, I dried my hair and then allowed it's wavy-ness to just be. I didn't feel like styling it today. I didn't have a client, so today would be chill. I slipped on a bra and panties and then grabbed one of my old Forks shirts along with some jeans. After dressing, I began to straighten up my apartment and do some bills. Around noon, I got another phone call.

"Hello?" I said into my cell phone.

"Hi, Scarlett?" said a voice on the other line. Scarlett. This was a client. Rule number one about being a Call Girl: You never let them know who you really are. Safety reasons.

"Yes, who's this?" I asked as I grabbed my book with my planner in it and a pencil. I looked through the month of April, getting any days I needed to make sure I had off, along with the few days of my period. Fuck, I needed to get that prescription filled once more.

"Its Mike," said the voice with a hint of a smile.

I grinned and looked up at my fridge, looking at the picture of Edward and myself. He had his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close. It was when he went to Italy for spring break to see his other Uncle Aro. "Hey Mike. How are you?" I asked as I looked back to my calendar, my days of high school long forgotten.

"I'm good. I wanted to call and apologize for last night and then reschedule," Mike explained as I drew a doodle of his dick along side of planner.

"Alright, first off: don't apologize. It happens all the time. And when would be a good time for you?" I asked, looking through this week. Mike was the running back for the Seattle Sea Hawks, so sometimes things pop up and I understood. He told me that before we even started seeing one another for business. We met at a party in which I accompanied another football player, Tyler Crowley, of the San Francisco 49er's.

"Thanks Scar. You always understand," he began, making me blush. "How's Monday for you?" he asked. Today was Saturday so I believed Monday would be okay. It seemed I was free.

"Yes, that will work perfectly. Do you have any idea what you would want or anywhere you need to be escorted to?" I asked. I had never escorted Mike anywhere. Why? I didn't know, but it wasn't my business to ask.

"Uh, no. Maybe we could just role-play a bit, like last time?" he asked, somewhat shyly. I pushed back a lock of my hair behind my hair, already having marked Monday has Mike's day.

"Is there something you want to role-play?" I asked as I let my voice drop an octave or two, to help with the "allure".

"Maybe a little dominatrix?" he asked me, knowing that I would do anything but still has a question.

"Yes pet," I replied with a purr and then silently chuckled. I heard Mike groan over the phone and then take a deep breath. After saying our goodbyes, I began making Edward's dinner. He needed to be awake by 5 and it was 1 right now. That gave me enough time. Around 2:30 PM, I finished his food and boxed it up and then set it on the counter to cool for a bit. Walking back to my room, I put on some light make up and then grabbed my purse, making sure to grab a book for Emmett. Emmett worked on the force with Edward, which meant that they rode to the station together. I knew that Emmett wanted to further his knowledge so he always asked me for worthy books to read. When I was ready, I grabbed my keys and made my way down to the garage of the apartment building.

"Morning Miss Swan," said the doorman. I looked over my shoulder and smiled, waving back to him and unlocking the Volvo. It was shiny and silver- beautiful. It used to be Edward's but when he started driving the squad car more often, he gave me the Volvo, making me swear to take good care of her..which I had. I drove slowly in the rain, just enjoying the soft music that was playing on my satellite radio. Sooner than I thought, I was pulling up in Edward's driveway, slowing to a stop and parking.

The light in his bedroom was on, making me growl in anger. He needed to sleep, though I knew he had trouble. He had bad dreams..about that day, which caused him massive insomnia. No matter what pills he took, they couldn't keep him asleep. I walked to the door and let myself in with my key and softly closed the door behind me. Stopping at the kitchen, I put my purse on the table and set his food on the counter before making my way upstairs and to the left where Edward's door was closed. Slowly and softly, I opened his door to see him laying shirtless on the bed, his face turned up toward the ceiling. His breathing was slow, but his chest was covered in a sheet of sweat. "Edward?"

His eyes slowly opened and looked toward me where a smile crept over his features, "Hey."

I smiled and closed the door, kicking off my shoes and crawling up the bed, laying next to him. "You okay?" He shrugged, which led me to believe what my initial thought was. "Nightmares?"

"Yeah," he said in a small voice. The rain fell down his windows, making shadows across his pale chest. There was soft, amber chest hair matted along his skin and down to his happy trail. I looked back up to his eyes to see them closed once more, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He took a deep breath, making his chest inflate and then deflate before he opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly, "Not really." I nodded and then watched as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching his muscular back before grabbing a towel. "I'm going to jump in the shower and I'll meet you downstairs."

I sat up and nodded, grabbing my shoes and walking toward the door and closing it. I didn't know what it was, but lately, Edward had been acting..different. He wasn't that boy he always teased me. He was gentle and kind. It was different. Edward and I had always had this tension, but it was easy to be around each other. I loved him. He was my family. I walked down the steps and paused where the stair case turned toward the door, looking at the wall in front of me. There was a picture of Edward and I at our senior prom. I laughed, my hand covering my mouth. My brown hair was up and curled everywhere. I had a dark blue gown that matched Edward's black and blue tux. He looked beautiful, as always though. He had his glasses, which he didn't wear too often anymore on. They were thick and black against his pale skin. His long, pianist fingers were on my stomach and my short, nimble ones over his along with the red rose at my wrist.

Blinking myself back to reality, I stepped off the stairs and back toward the kitchen. In the cabinet, I grabbed a plate and proceeded to heat up the food I had made for Edward for dinner. 15 minutes later, Edward came waltzing into the kitchen in his uniform. The dark blue contrasted nicely with his pale skin and bronze hair. He sat down and smiled, turning off his radio. I looked at his belt and remembered my father's- thinking back to the way his knight stick and gun used to stick into his sides. I looked to Edward's Chief badge and had to look away, remembering too much. "You okay?" asked Edward to my back.

I nodded and then composed myself, grabbing the plate and setting it in front of him. "Just remembering," I gave him a small smile and then walked back toward the fridge, getting him a bottle of water before sitting down opposite of him.

"I understand," he murmured and then back to eat. This was a pretty normal thing for Edward and I. Edward was worried that I would be angry with him because he was taking over my father's legacy, but I couldn't have been more happy to have Edward take over my father's badge and desk. I watched him eat as I thought of my father, of Forks and how long it'd been since I'd actually lived here. Been back. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and then the door swung open with a big smiling Emmett. I grinned and stood up, walking toward him.

"Hey Em," I said with a smile and wrapped my arms around his neck, though I was on my tip toes. He was a little shorter than Edward, but still he was tall.

"Hey Bells, how goes it?" he asked as he hugged me back and then released me, walking into the kitchen and patting Edward on the shoulder, "Sup Cuz?"

Edward smirked as he chewed and then nodded to his cousin. "Nothing much. Just eating the food Isabella made." I wrinkled my nose; he knew I hated when people called me Isabella.

"My name is Bella, asshat," I said as I stuck my tongue out at him and sat back down in my seat. "Are you hungry Emmett?"

Emmett smiled, but shook his head, "No ma'am. Rosie made me a delicious breakfast." He plopped down in the other wooden kitchen chair and then leaned back, looking at his phone.

"How is your little tike?" asked Edward as he continued to eat.

Emmett couldn't stop the goofy smile that enhabitted his features whenever we asked or talked about his son, Reid. "He's great. A little monster like me, though. Rosie just blames me for him being so damn curious." Emmett leaned forward, finishing the text message off that he had been typing and then looked at the picture of his family on the back of his I-Phone. A small part of me envied him, but another wanted to run screaming. I wasn't ready for a family like that. Kids. No way. I don't think I'd make a good mother.

"You can say that again," I teased as I ruffled his hair and then leaned back in my seat. I looked over toward Edward, who was staring at me and then he looked away. I was confused at what that meant coming from him, but I didn't dwell on it. "I better get going guys."

Standing up, Emmett met me and hugged me once more. "Hey, Rose wants you to call her. She wants to have lunch with you. I rarely see you cause of that job of yours."

Oh yeah, I should mention that my friends think I work at a book publishers office- which I do. Just not full time. I do my work from home..every couple of days, but I stay busy with my other job.

"Yeah, I know. They got me working double time," I said, looking down, wanting to hide my lying eyes.

"Well, promise to give her a call?" said Emmett as Edward stood up and walked his plate over to the sink. I listened as the water turned on and assumed he was cleaning them as I nodded.

"Yes, Em. I promise."

"Good," he finished as he leaned down, hugging me once more and then walked to the door, leaving me and Edward in the kitchen. I turned on my heel and smiled to him as I grabbed my bag.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I replied, but Edward shook his head.

"I'll call you later tonight. Just to check in-"

"Edward-"

"Bella, please. Seattle has been breaking out with crime for the past couple weeks. Just let me..please?" pleaded Edward as he looked at me, giving me that look.

Ugh, I hated that look.

"Fine, alright," I said as I walked toward him and pulled him to me in a hug. "I'll talk to you later tonight then."

"Thanks," he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. I pulled back, looking at him and then cleared my throat, "Uh, yeah. Bye." I pulled back and walked toward the door, grabbing my keys and heading out. What the hell was that?

I arrived back at my house around 8 and plopped down on my couch. I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes, trying to relax my tired body. Just as I was getting comfortable, I felt my phone vibrating. "Hello?" I asked as I brought it up to my ear.

"Yes, Scarlett?" said a voice. Jacob Black's voice.

"Hello Jacob," I said as I sat up and brushed my fingers through my brown locks.

"Yes, hello. I'm calling to thank you for last night and ask when I can schedule my next appointment," replied Jacob, very business like.

I stood up and walked into the kitchen, looking at the planner, "Well, the second week in April is closed due to the timing and such," I began as I sat down and picked up the pencil. "I have an appointment on Monday, so anytime after that would be wonderful."

Jacob sat in silence for a minute, which I'm assuming he was looking at his own planner, "Can I have you that Friday night? There's a party I would like to attend with you."

"Sure. Should I wear anything particular?" I asked, penciling him in.

"It's a Van Buren party, Scarlett," replied Jacob. I looked at my fridge once more and nodded, yes. I knew the Van Buren's. They were famous in the society for putting on the sex-pot parties, though I had yet to attend one.

"What time?"

"I would say be ready by 7," said Jacob.

I nodded and penciled that in and smiled to myself, "Alright. I'll be wearing red."

"Thank you, Scarlett. You have a good night."

"You as well, Jacob. Thank you," I replied, giving him my good byes and then hanging out. I then had to call my friend Alice, who was a Call Girl as myself- though in the business she was known as Mary.

"Hello?" said a petite voice.

"Hi Alice, it's me. Bella," I replied, getting up and walking out toward the living room once more.

"Oh, hey, Bella. How is it?" she asked in her chipper voice.

I smiled, "Good. Listen, I need to go shopping. Do you have clients tomorrow?"

Alice squealed. She loved shopping, "Oh my God, bitch. We're so on for noon!"

I laughed and told her about the Van Buren party and then hung up, setting my phone on the couch and starting a bath. I needed a soak. It was set for me. I would shop with Alice tomorrow for a red dress and some heels and then get anything I needed for Mike's appointment and then on Tuesday I would go shopping with Edward for some new furniture.

I came back into the living room after turning off the bath water and saw that Edward had called. He left a voice mail, telling me to call him. I got undressed and sat in the tub, calling his number.

"Hellllllo," he said as he knew it was me.

"Hi Edward Cullen. I'm still alive and kicking!" I splashed some water over my thighs and giggled.

"Not funny Bells. This is serious," he said. I could see in my mind his green, piercing eyes trying to make me feel guilty.

"I'm sorry, but I'm okay. I'm just at home," I replied.

"Okay. Do you need anything?"

"Nope. I'm just relaxing in the bath tub." There was silence. "Hello?" I asked a few minutes later.

Edward cleared his throat, "Uh, yeah. Okay. I gotta go Bella.."

"Uh, okay?" I said as I furrowed my brows together and bit my bottom lip. "I'll see you tomorrow. What do you want for dinner?"

"Surprise me."

"Alright. Be careful, please?"

"I will."

"Bye."

"Bye Bella," said Edward and hung up. I set my phone on the toilet seat, away from the water and relaxed, unknowingly falling asleep. Around 9:30 PM, I woke up, freezing and then got out, getting dressed and laying in bed. Tomorrow was shopping and then the next day was all Scarlett's.