a/n: ahaha. I love this story!

Rule Number 1(and a half): Never leave Emmett home alone.

Half: And get Jasper a stuffed animal!

Emmett poked his head out the door. He'd went into his room to listen to music an hour ago, but now the house was quiet. "Rose?" he whispered, checking the garage.

Empty.

"Bella? Edward?" he called into Ed's room.

Again, empty.

"Carlisle! Jasper! Alice... Esme?" he began to worry now. What had happened in that short time, and why had they left him alone?

Then a sly smile played across his lips; no one was there to tell him what he could and couldn't do. A second later, he was dialing people's phone numbers, only to find out that the phone didn't work. He was getting scared now, but he didn't let that stop him.

Just outside Forks, the Cullen's were concluding their hunting trip.

"I'm worried about Emmett." Rosalie frowned, walking over to the group.

"He probably hasn't even noticed." Bella smiled.

Edward nudged her arm and laughed.

"Let's see. Alice? Is Emmett fine at the house?" Carlisle cut in.

"I'm not sure. He keeps flickering from ideas but-" she stopped for a second, eyes widening. "We need to get home. Now."

"What's wrong?" Esme asked quietly.

Edward looked down and then at Alice. "He wouldn't."

She returned his gaze. "I'm afraid he is."

Minutes later, Rosalie burst through the front door. "Emmett!" She found him lying on the kitchen floor, mumbling. "Emmett! What did you do?" she growled, shaking him by the collar of his shirt.

"Rose!" Jasper put his hand on her shoulder. "Let me handle this."

She growled and threw him down.

Suddenly, there was bright light shining Emmett's eyes. "Hey! What's the big idea?"

"Where were you at four pm tonight?" Jasper asked him, eyes ablaze.

"Here. You know that! Why?" Emmett replied frantically.

"I'll ask the questions." he growled. "Now, you came out of your room after we left. When did you get the sick idea?"

"What sick idea? I don't know what you're talking about!"

Jasper kicked the table and put his finger in Emmett's face. "You killed my goldfish!"

"What?! That's what this is about...?"

"It's very important Emmett. He had hopes and dreams, and you took that away from him." Jasper winced.

"I didn't kill him!"

"Then who did?"

"I- I don't know!"

Jasper sighed, standing up straight. "You don't have an alibi."

Emmett folded his arms. "No."

"Why didn't you call 911?"

"Jasper! It was a damn goldfish!"

"Sandy wasn't just a goldfish, not to me. She was my friend." he began to cry, tearless sobs. "And you killed her!"

"I didn't!"

"Jazz..." Alice's voice came from behind him.

He turned around and followed her out. "What Alice? He's about to break."

"Did you clean Sandy's bowl?"

"What?"

"Her bowl, Jazz. Did you clean her bowl?"

"You're supposed to clean it?"

"If you don't clean the bowl, they die." she raised her eyebrow.

His mouth dropped open and he looked at Emmett. "Well can we let him think he killed her?"

"No." she growled, walking over to him. "Emmett, you didn't kill Sandy. Jasper did."

Jasper gasped loudly. "I would have never suspected myself. I'm- I'm a murderer!"

"I told you I didn't kill her!" Emmett shouted.

It was quiet for a minute. "But you did scratch Rose's car."

A snarl erupted from the corner. "WHAT?!"

"Jasper! How could you?" Emmett called.

"I would start running."

Rosalie picked up a chair and snapped it in half. "You scratched my car?"

"It was an accident! Honest!"

"You're murder won't be an accident!" she shouted, chasing him through the house.

Bella and Edward walked in and looked at the scene.

"What happened in here?" Bella asked, gazing at the broken chair.

"Murder!" Jasper whimpered, crying on Alice's shoulder.