Jacob's POV

Right about now I could be sippin' on some too-strong margarita's in Cancun, Mexico. I could be lying on a white sandy beach, the hot sun on my face, breathing in salty air. I could be hittin' the water or fuckin' around with a local hottie named Maria. She and I could be rolling around on an extra plump hotel bed, her calling out my name in her little Spanish accent as I rocked our bodies in pleasure. I could be sweating in a very, very good way…

Instead, here I am in the middle of God forsaken New York City with nothing but a bunch of bums and prostitutes for scenery, chasing after this good-for-nothing low life son-of-a-bitch drug dealer, sweating my ass off in a very, very bad way.

I swear, if I have to run after this asshole for one more block I'm going to fuck him up something good when I finally caught him. The shit face could run. He was fast, but I was faster.

The cold wind rushed across my face stinging my nose, the way it always did when summer turned to fall and the cold wind pierced through your bones. I usually lived for this kind of shit, but not today. Definitely not today. I was in an especially bad mood today to be chasing after this shit head as I didn't even have time to get my coffee on top of everything else.

I was due for a vacation, you know, one of those days, where instead of coming to work and dealing with everyone's crap, you get to just lounge around or go to another country and relax? Yeah, well, it's been over a year since I've had one of those and it was really starting to get to me.

Crime never takes a break.

My boss, Captain Sam Uley, always spewed that shit at me. He'd been giving me the third degree on my lack of willingness to do just about anything lately.

"I really don't have time to have to deal with your crap, Black. You're a grown man, don't make me babysit you. I already have my hands full with this mother fucking serial killer, The Carver, on the loose and the last thing I need is you fucking things up in my precinct."

I usually rolled my eyes at him, brushing off whatever comment he usually had for me, but not today. It took everything I had not to punch him in his nose. I actually had to restrain myself from physically assaulting my boss. Do you see, now, why I need a fucking vacation?

"Jake, corner his ass, I'm going around the building."

That's my partner, Leah, the only woman in the precinct and probably the toughest one out of all of us.

I nodded my head in her direction to let her know I heard her before she fell back, sprinting around the large brick building of Anthony's Pizza.

I started gaining on him. He had two options, keep going forward and risk getting caught by me, or turn into the alley and try to hide. The idiot was going to lose either way.

He decided to turn, which, considering the fact that he instantly got a boot to the face, was probably the wrong choice to make. Leah had literally drop kicked his ass.

He fell back clutching at his nose spewing obscenities at Leah. She laughed, but it just pissed me the hell off. I may not be a gentleman, and I was hardly chivalrous, but damn it I knew that you just did not call a respectful woman, like Leah, a whore, a bitch or a slut. This asshole was the reason why I couldn't be chillin' at the beach in eighty degree weather. It's because of scum like him that crime never takes a break and Jake couldn't take a god damn vacation.

"Shut the fuck up and put your hands behind your back. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…" I began with this asshole's Miranda Rights when in reality he should have no damn rights at all. He tossed and turned violently in my grip, but I held him. There is no way a crack head would get the upper hand on me.

Well, I guess I jinxed myself.

He lifted up his foot and back kicked me right in the balls. I kept my grip on him, but twitched forward as the horrible sensation in my stomach took over. It all happened so fast from that point on that even Leah couldn't jump in to help. The dick head rocked his head backwards, in essence head butting me which made my hold falter and he started running away again.

As is usually the case with me lately, I acted without thinking. This shit right here, this is the straw that broke the camel's back. Without a single hint of hesitation I unsnapped my gun holster, pulled out my Glock, aimed for the mother fucker and shot him…right in the ass. He wants to be a pain in my ass I'll give him a pain in his.

"Oh my God, Jake! Have you lost your mind? What the fuck did you just do?"

My moment of reverie was over as quickly as it came as it dawned on me just how much I just fucked up.

I can't remember much after that. Honestly, I was fucking terrified that Sam…um…I mean Captain Uley would have my badge. The ride back to the station was a blur. The medics came to the scene and took the low life with them and Leah followed them to the hospital.

I went back to the station instead, knowing that I was about to have my ass handed to me. Sure enough, the moment I walked through the double glass doors, Seth Clearwater, the rookie, who did mostly traffic stops and parking tickets, pulled me to the side.

"Um…I don't know what you did, my sister wouldn't tell me the whole story, but Sam is pissed the hell off at you. Just thought I'd warn you."

Leah was Seth's older sister, but they practically looked like twins. He was a good kid. Sometimes I wondered what made him decide to become a cop; he was too pure and honest. Hell, maybe we need someone like him on the force to straighten all us fuckers up; get our acts together and shit. I just hope we didn't corrupt his ass before he positively influenced us.

"Yeah…thanks…" I said, slightly light headed knowing that I was possibly ten minutes away from being stripped of my uniform, my badge and gun.

Sure, I complain - a lot, but being a cop…this is what I always wanted to do. It's what I live fore. Ever since I was a little kid I would get with my friends back on the Indian reservation back in La Push, Washington and play cops and robbers, I, always being the cop of course. I was a small town kid with big city dreams of fighting crime and bringing justice to a corrupt world. I moved all the way across the country to do this, and this is who I was. I was Special Agent Jacob Black.

This couldn't be the end of it all. I was only twenty four years old. What would I tell my family, my dad? I would be a disappointment.

Seth's hand slid off of my shoulder as I solemnly turned and headed up the first flight up stairs, hanging a left on the second floor landing. I knocked on the third door and heard a gruff voice yell, "Jake, shit, I know it's you. Get your ass in here RIGHT NOW!"

I flinched at the sound of his commanding voice and knew even if I wanted to turn around and walk away, I couldn't. You did not avoid what Sam commanded of you. It was physically impossible.

I took a deep breath before opening the door.

Ok, Jake, on the count of three. One, two, thr-

before I could finish my thought the door swung open and I was grabbed by the collar of my shirt and thrown inside the room. I landed on the chair, thankfully, across from his desk.

"Did I not just fucking say to get your ass in here? Do you not listen to anything I say to you? What the hell have I just finished asking of you this morning? What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in? Shit! Do you have any idea how much trouble I'm in?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is it. It's over. I'm done.

I stood up and faced him keeping my face blank. I stared at him for a second while he glared at me. I gave up. I could not hear the words come out of his mouth; I could not take that shit. Instead I slowly moved my hand over my gun and pulled it out and placed it on his desk, never taking my eyes off of his. I pulled off my badge next and hesitated for a moment before putting it too on the desk next to the gun. A million things ran through my head. I had to pack, I had to break the lease on my apartment, I had to move back to Washington. That was the worst part, going back. It's not something I looked forward to. I was a different person now, much different than what my friends and family back at home remembered. What would I do? Being an officer was all I knew how to do. It is my life. I sighed deeply before speaking.

"I'll get my stuff out of my locker and be out of your hair within the next half hour." I said with, my voice carrying not hint of emotion. I was borderline monotone.

His eyes softened and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Um, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked genuinely confused as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

I looked at him with a confusion of my own. I shifted my weight from one foot to another.

"Weren't you just going to fire me?"

He was quiet for exactly ten seconds. It was the longest ten seconds of my life. It was staring to fucking irritate me. What the heck was he playing at? Slowly, a grin spread across his face.

"Well, I can't tell you that I haven't thought about it. I mean, you're more trouble than you're worth, but no. I'm not firing you."

My heart soared and my expression must have given me away because he held his hand up.

"Wait just a fucking second. I didn't say you were off the hook. I'm taking you off of narcotics. You're going to go on witness protection effective immediately."

My jaw must have dropped to the floor right along with my heart.

"WHAT?!" I yelled unable to contain my shock and rage. "You want me to be a fucking babysitter?"

He rolled his eyes and walked over to his chair sitting down. He shuffled through a stack of papers before seemingly finding a folder he was looking for.

"Would you rather me keep your badge?" he said barely even looking up at me.

I stood there just glaring at him unable to even think of a fucking thing to say. Witness protection? That is the shittiest job on the force. Witness fucking protection?

He continued flipping through pages and folders. He huffed and looked up at me.

"Think of it as your grounding. I could suspend you, but that would look bad on your record. I'm keeping you active, Black."

I shook my head as the words sunk in.

"Get the fuck out of my office. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out."

I turned around slowly, the fire in my blood boiling, the heat just rising and rising.

"Don't forget this." He said handing me a thin manila folder. "Isabella Marie Swan. That is your assignment." My eyes widened and my heart sunk. I knew that name. Swan, as in, Lieutenant Swan's Daughter. I looked at him not believing what I was hearing. He nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement of the questions running through my mind.

I snatched the folder out of his hand and stormed out of his office, slamming the door as hard as I could behind me.

So much for my fucking vacation. I was on babysitting duty now, for a dead cop's daughter, at that. Who the fuck knew how long this was going to last?

I stopped in my tracks in the middle of the hallway wondering where I would have to relocate this girl to. I opened up the folder slowly, almost wishing I could avoid the whole situation completely. A picture of my assignment was paper clipped to the top. It was clearly her driver's license photo. She was smiling from ear to ear and she looked no older than eighteen. This must have been an old picture.

I groaned. She looked just like her father. I flipped it up unable to look back into the eyes of my mentor, the one person here I used to looked up to.

Relocation: Forks, Washington

This was just fucking great! It seems like I'll be moving back home after all.


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