Disclaimer: I do not, and will never own these characters.

AN: After seeing all of the positive feedback, and excitement for the first chapter of this story, I decided to get to work on it right away. Now, this may not make sense to those who have not read The Family Talk, because this is the sequel to that. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this story as much as you did the last.

Charlie's POV

I never could tell you why I decided to become police chief. Maybe it was because I figured since I couldn't take care of my little girl; I could help take care of everyone else's. That all changed though when my little Bella decided to move up here to Washington with me. I didn't let myself believe it until I saw her walk off that plane. Since then, my life has been far from the ordinary, boring life it once was. She sure did know how to make friends –I'll give her that much.

She's with the Cullens today, she'll be alright. I tried telling myself as I left the house and headed towards my cruiser parked in the driveway. The problem was, Bella always managed to find ways to hurt herself when she was with them. She had definitely inherited my graceful demeanor. The ride through town was the same everyday. Wave to nosey old Mrs. Stanley, as she watched from the bank window. Then, tip my hat to Mr. Mallory who watered his grass even on rainy days, but with a wife as harpy as his, I would do anything to get out of the house too.

As I pulled into the police station, I assumed that it was going to be a normal day, a normal, boring day. That is, until I walked in the doors.

"Emmett! Stop touching me!"

"I'm not touching you… that's Jasper!"

"Jasp-"

"Edward, how could I touch you I'm on the other side of Emmett!"

"Someone better stop touching me!"

I took my hat off of my head, and wiped the sweat already forming at my brow. I didn't even want to think about who those three voices were behind the lobby. Please let there be some strange group of murderous hitchhikers who just happen to have those boys' names. I tried to ignore the voices. Since I didn't bring them in –they were not my prisoners. Though, part of me wondered why they were in here… maybe it would be enough so that I could forbid Bella from talking to Edward…

"Chief! There are three boys back there who say they want to talk to-"

"Is there any coffee made Ilene?" I asked walking swiftly past her to the empty coffee pot.

"Hey! I think I heard Bella's dad! Charlie!"

"Shut up Emmett!"

"Charlie!"



"Do we have any decaf left?" I asked the secretary. She was looking from me, to the wall behind her where the voices were coming from. Probably wondering if she was old enough to be going senile yet, because I was ignoring the voices that she could clearly hear.

"Um- I believe it's behind the foam cups, Chief Swan."

"See! The batty old woman said Swan, Edward! It is Bella's dad! Charrrllliiieeee!"

"Any cream left?"

"Chief, can't you hear the-"

I pointed to my ears in a desperate attempt, "I can't hear anything… I have my earphones in!"

"I don't see any ear phones…" She was eyeing me like an old buzzard. Emmett was right –she is batty. No! That is not Emmett Cullen back there. It is a murderous hitchhiker.

"They're wireless," I pointed out.

"Oh…" I watched as she went back to her knitting behind the large desk. The ancient coffee pot was beginning to make its gurgling noises of doom, so that meant the coffee would be done in precisely five minutes, after that –I would have to find another reason to stay out of that room.

"Charrliieee! I know you can hear me! Ow! Stop it Edward! Charlie, if you don't let me out of here, you're going to have to file murder charge on me as well!" Hmm… If I give him a few more minutes, maybe he'll take care of Edward for me…

"Chief Swan!" I turned around to find Bill, my sergeant; coming around the corner looking like he had been babysitting demons all day. "You better get back here; the big one with dark hair is climbing the bars of the cell."

"God damn it Emmett!" I yelled stomping around the corner. Sure enough, Emmett was climbing the bars of the cell they were in, and for some ungodly reason, Bill had handcuffed them all together, so Edward and Jasper were dangling just a few inches above the floor.

"Hi Charlie!" Emmett said cheerfully, letting go of the bars and landing gracefully on his feet. Not as much could be said for Edward and Jasper, who didn't expect him to let go, and were now pushing themselves up from the cement floor.

"I knew it was you! I told them, 'Charlie won't let us rot in jail,' well…maybe Edward, but not me ad Jasper."

"Will you shut up Emmett?" Edward said elbowing Emmett in the side.

"Hey! Police brutality!"

"I'm not a policeman, Emmett," Edward said boredly.

"Yeah… but we're in a police station… wait, that's not right is it?"

"Domestic violence," Bill said from behind me.

"Don't encourage him, Bill!" I said; ready to give Bill a taste of my own elbow.



"Domestic violence!" Emmett began yelling, "Can I write a report for that?"

"We are in jail Emmett. You can't write a report for anything," Jasper said.

"Well… when I'm out I can! I'll be a free bird!" Emmett said, lifting his arms into the air.

"More like a cuckoo bird…" Edward muttered.

"Might I ask you boys what you are doing in here?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. I had never in all my time, thought that Dr. Cullen's kids would wind up in here. They hardly ever even made a peep in this small town.

"Well, Charlie… it started out like this-"Emmett said.

"Emmett! Jasper! Edward!" I spun around just in time to see Dr. Cullen, still in his scrubs from the hospital, walking into the holding section of the station. Ilene must have let him in. I didn't know what it was about Dr. Carlisle Cullen, but he sure knew how to sweet talk the ladies. "One of you better explain to me why I am picking you up from jail –and I mean now!"

It surprised me to see Carlisle so angry. I had never seen the man frown, come to think of it. The boys looked afraid –no, maybe not afraid, more like ashamed, as if they knew that they had done wrong.

"Carlisle… we will –Chief Swan, can we get these cuffs off please? So we can explain properly?" Jasper asked politely. All of a sudden I felt a wave of calmness come over me, and I felt extremely peaceful.

"Knock it off Jasper!" Carlisle uttered.

"Aw, come on now Carlisle," I said, a bit astonished by the way he scolded Jasper, when he was being so polite to me, "The boy was being polite. Trust me, there have been quite a few other scoundrels in here who didn't call me Chief while they were cuffed.

Carlisle eyed Jasper while I took the cuffs off all of the boys. As I set them down I noticed that they had been bent a bit, like something hard had been wedged underneath them.

"Alright boys, explain," Carlisle demanded.

"Well I ruined Esme's rosebushes…"

"So we drove down to Newton's to get another one," Edward added in.

"Then some pudgy bastard started yelling at us!" Emmett said, "We thought we got away, but apparently he thought we had donuts…"

"And they showed up at the house…" Jasper sighed.

"You stole rosebush?! You mean to tell me that you're in jail because of a five dollar plant?!" Carlisle yelled.

"Well actually twenty dollars –we took four of them-"Emmett pointed out.

"Emmett that isn't helping our situation," Jasper muttered.

"Boys! I don't know what to do with you anymore! Charlie, is there anyway we can just lock them up forever?" Carlisle asked, running his fingers through his hair.



"Well, none of this would have happened if you wouldn't have pushed me through the window!" Emmett yelled.

"You pushed him out of the window Carlisle?!" I asked, surprised –shocked –blown away.

"Well… yes…" Carlisle said, looking as if he suddenly remembered that I was in the room. Emmett's eyes lit up. Like a light bulb flashed on in his head.

"Child abuse!"

"What?"

"Carlisle! That's child abuse! You pushed me out of an upstairs window! I know I can write a report up for that!" Emmett was rubbing his hands together, like an evil villain.

"You can't do that Emmett… He can't do that…Can he do that?" Carlisle asked, looking a bit nervous.

I thought about it for a moment, "Sorry Dr. Cullen, but if he wants to write a report up for child abuse, we might have to charge you… especially if he has witnesses."

"I saw it."

"Me, too."

"Sorry, Carlisle…" I said, picking up the handcuffs, "But you're going to have to stay here until we investigate this a little more."

"You're kidding me, right Charlie?" Carlisle asked, searching my eyes.

"I wish I was Dr. Cullen, but Emmett's right. Now can you please put your hands behind your back?" I asked, holding out the handcuffs.

"Boys I swear I'm going to-"

"Watch it Carlisle, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law," Edward sniggered as the boys walked out of the station.

"Don't worry Carlisle… we'll get them back." I said, undoing the cuffs and pulling out a chair for Carlisle.

Edwards POV

I knew it was wrong to leave Carlisle back there… but as I walked up to the front door of the house, it bothered me less and less, especially since Alice's thoughts of wedding dresses and flowers were beginning to intrude my mind.

"Oh. God. No." I said when I realized what she was thinking about.

Emmett and Jasper turned to face me, questions forming on the lips of their mouths.

"We should go back and beg Charlie to lock us up. Now!"



"What?" Jasper asked, feeling the tension.

"The girl's are planning a wedding."

"Yeah, Alice and Jasper, we already knew that," Emmett said.

"No Emmett, all of ours. Two words: triple wedding," I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

"Triple wedding… who else is getting married?" Emmett asked, flabbergasted.

"Alice. Jasper. Bella. Me. Rosalie. You. Triple wedding."

"We just got married! What? No! No, no, no, no!"

Then the voice of the devil filled the air. Alice.

"Boys! You're home! Come in we need to get measurements!"