Scarlet by Archer24 COMPLETE.pdf

Fanfiction Based On Characters From Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight Series

Rated MA for Mature Adult. Strong Language & Sexual Situations

Scarlet

By Archer24

Summary: Bella is the greatest thief the world's

never seen; she is only recognized by her scarlet

calling card. Edward is FBI, and has been able to

catch every criminal he's come across. Little do

they know, they are both about to meet their

match. AH, OOC, AU

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Chapter One

EPOV

It was quieter than any night in Chicago should be,

almost as if it was holding its breath.

I circled the rim of my cup of coffee absentmindedly as I

tried to resist letting out an exasperated sigh.

I saw one of the officers sitting in the back of the van

with me stifle a yawn and attempt to glance at his watch

without letting me see.

I pretended not to notice, I felt the same way. We had

been outside this same building every night for weeks,

the only reason we were still here was because my

intuition could usually be counted upon.

Even though I hadn't been an FBI agent for as long as

the others, it was no secret that I was good at my job;

good enough to convince the captain that I didn't need a

partner. My name had been gaining recognition with

every criminal caught. I had been handed case after case,

handing them back with the criminal in cuffs. But I

wasn't satisfied; they wouldn't give me the one case I

wanted. I had watched for years as senior FBI agents

scratched their heads in puzzlement every time a

diamond, a painting, or some other large amount of

money was stolen. After they'd tried everything they

could to catch them, they would pass it on to another

agent. I started gathering information on my own time

just because I couldn't resist. It was only after I had

gathered as much information as was available, and had

mapped out each of the locations, that I began to see a

pattern. Many in the Chicago bureau thought it was

ridiculous, that the scarlet thief didn't have a pattern, but

the captain decided to give me a shot.

That was eight months ago.

Every time I came close, the scarlet thief would slip

through my fingers, taking priceless paintings and

jewelry with them. I was going to need some kind of

break in the case if I was going to keep it. Otherwise, my

chance at catching the uncatchable thief would be over,

and I doubt that I would get another shot.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts and took a sip of

my now cold coffee and grimaced at the bitter taste.

After another hour or so, I felt like I was rubbing my eyes

constantly to keep them open.

I lifted my coffee cup to my lips; almost spilling it on

myself when alarms started blaring all around me. I

immediately shot up, throwing my coffee somewhere,

and forced the sliding door of the van open.

I was sprinting as fast as my legs could carry me towards

the sixty story building in the busy nightlife of the

downtown streets of Chicago.

The building belonged to the CEO of BYS Insurance, a

very very rich man; and the owner of a very very

expensive painting.

I could already hear the sirens coming in from the

distance as I, and several police officers, rushed inside

the building, past the empty security guard post; pulling

out my gun in the process

They started the elevator, which had been shut off for the

night, and we began heading our way up to the 57th

floor.

It was difficult to contain my impatience.

I had set multiple police officers up on the 57th floor

where the painting was.

The plan was to wait for the thief to try and steal the

painting, and catch them in the act. I handpicked the

men to guard it while waiting for the thief to fall into the

trap.

I squeezed through the elevator doors once they crept

open, much too slow for my liking. The blaring of the

buildings alarms pounded louder in my ears outside of

the sanctuary of the elevator.

I ran down the hall and burst into the corner office.

I stopped in my tracks.

The feeling of achievement that I had felt since the

alarms first started ringing was instantly gone.

There, handcuffed to the desk and to each other, were

the police officers I had previously set up. They had tape

over their mouths.

My eyes widened in astonishment and horror.

I quickly spun around, my eyes shifting to the spot where

the painting should have been.

Instead, in its place, was an empty frame, cracked open

and hanging off its hinges, with a piece of scarlet silk

hanging from the frame.

The scarlet thief's calling card.

I strode over to the tied up men in rage and

disappointment. I ripped the tape off of one of their

mouths; he winced.

"What the hell happened!" I yelled.

He was breathing heavily when he answered, "He came

out of nowhere. 'Wasn't even in here for a minute." He

sounded frustrated and ashamed.

"How long ago did he leave!" I shouted.

"'bout ten seconds before you came in." He told me,

nodding towards the door.

I bolted out the door, yelling to the rest of the police to

untie them then get down to the bottom floor and cover

all the exits. I was not about to let them get away.

The police were covering the lobby; there was no way the

thief could get through; maybe hope wasn't lost after all.

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