Author Note: SURPRISE! Less than 24 hours in-between chapters! No, this won't be a regular thing, but all the alerts and feedback gave me the boost to get this out early. There is a chance that the next chapter won't be a week long wait

, but no promises!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, plot is my own.

BPOV

Chapter 2

How did I end up in this mess? Oh wait, I went against the rules, against protocol. I decided to basically throw away my entire career so I could help some stranger, that I am pretty sure is in the mafia. Yeah, good job Bella.

Now I am in a medical van with three guys, one pointing a gun at me, and an unconscious patient.

Fuck.

We had been driving for a 10 minutes. After the gun was pulled, he didn't give me much time to respond. The other two men had shut the back doors and we were leaving the hospital before I could respond. Maybe I could have screamed, but then there was a good possibility I would have gotten shot. Don't know about you, but I didn't like that idea so much.

"Shouldn't you be doing your doctor duty and helping him?" said the burly, mystery phone guy with a gun. Damn, I really need to find out his name, because that is a mouthful.

"Yes, but having a gun pointed at me makes me nervous. Nervousness causes mistakes." I replied coolly.

"Afraid you'll fuck up or something?" he asked sarcastically.

"I just want to give my patient the best care." I said in an assuring tone.

That appeased him so he lowered the gun, but didn't put it out of sight.

Come on, Swan, you have literally been trained for situations like this. Don't tell me your rusty.

I did a quick glance to the man with the gun. He was looking at me with... was it concern? Possibly sympathy? His features then hardened, as if he was afraid to show weakness. I needed to connect with him, it was my best chance of survival. I had already connected with him in a way, sort of. We had talked on the phone; he had to know that I cared about the unconscious man even if it was just as a patient. He had to care about him also or the patient was at least important to him.

I looked over and saw the burly man with the gun looking at the wounded man. His eyes showed a hint of sadness. This was more then this guy being important to him, he cared. Maybe it was his brother? Or friend?

"What's your name?" I asked.

He looked at me trying to seem cold and hardened.

"Listen, I keep referring to you as 'big, burly, mystery phone man with gun' in my head, and I don't think you would appreciate it if I called you that to your face." I said trying to be calm and collected, and not come across as a bitch.

They guy actually cracked a smile. "Emmett." Was all he said.

"Okay, Emmett, you can call me Bella."

"Not Dr. Swan?" He asked with a smile.

How did he know my last name?

As if reading my mind, he pointed to my doctor coat which head my i.d. badge attached to it. I had thrown it on over my scrubs to look as official as possible when making the transfer. I only wore it sometimes. I mainly sported only my scrubs seeing as I could be called away to surgery at a moments notice.

"No, just Bella." I said with small smile.

He grinned. Good. I needed to be on his good side if I wanted to live.

I glanced over at the other two men. They were somewhat paying attention to the conversation. There was a driver upfront and another guy in the passenger seat. Five men. There was no way I was escaping a moving vehicle with all them. I had a feeling not only Emmett had a gun. They knew my best chance of escaping was when we reached our destination. They would be on red alert and that made it not the ideal time for me to run. I had to be patient if I didn't want to get caught.

I turned my attention back to my patient. I looked at all his vitals. He was stable, but still not awake. I grabbed his chart and then the pen attached to it so I could write down his latest vitals. One of the two, whose names I didn't know, took that as hostile behavior and went to grab me.

"Paul, calm down!" Emmett yelled while blocking Paul.

"She was getting a weapon!" The man, I now knew as Paul, shouted back.

"I was just writing down is latest vitals. It's important that I keep record so I know how he is improving." I said calmly trying to diffuse the situation.

"It's just a pen." Emmett said gruffly while staring down Paul.

"Not much I can do with it." I said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. In reality, I knew how and where to stab him in the neck so that he would bleed out in under an hour. Not that I will share that information with them, but still.

I was alerted to one of the patient's machines. His heart rate was rising too much. Shit.

"Okay. We need to keep this environment calm. The patient is getting stressed and.."

"Can he hear us?" Emmett interrupted.

"It's possible, but most likely his body is picking up on the stress in the room. Or he could be filtering all the commotion into his unconscious state making his body feel under attack." I stated.

Emmett seemed to buy it. The van was quiet and the patient's heart rate returned to normal.

"It's working." Emmett said quietly.

Thank God. If it was anything else, we would be in trouble.

I checked his pulse and breathing. I really needed him to wake up, although him waking up in this medical van would not be ideal. He would most likely freak out and go into shock.

"When will he wake up?" Emmett asked with concern laced in his voice.

"Soon." Hopefully. "Calling out his name might help. Come to the other side of him and take his hand and see if you can get him to respond." I suggested.

Emmett got up and him and the other two did some shuffling around so Emmett was beside the gurney, but the other two men guarding the back door.

Emmett picked up the unconscious man's hand and said, "Edward. Hey Ed. Edward.."

I watched Edward's hand, but didn't see it move.

"Nothing." Was all Emmet said, sounding defeated.

"He's been through a lot. He was shot and then had to have major surgery. His body is trying to heal itself. He will wake up when he is ready." I said reassuringly.

Emmett looked at me like he was searching for something for something in my eyes.

"Thank you." He said. "For everything. You risked a lot to help to get him out. And I'm sorry for having this…Having to take you. But you said he needed a doctor and I have to do everything to…"

I cut him off. "It's okay, Emmett. I understand. If I was in your position I would probably have done the same thing." I said genuinely.

He gave a weak smile. Obviously he cared about Edward. Mafia or not, you can't blame a guy for trying to help someone they care about. It didn't mean I was going to stick around and play doctor forever though.

The driver tapped the divider twice signaling something.

"Bella, we will be stopping in ten minutes. Please just cooperate when we lead you out and into the building. No one will hurt you. I will do everything I can to keep you safe, but I need you to work with me and be cooperative. A lot of shit, that I can't go into explaining right now, has gone down. Everyone is on red alert and has more of a 'shoot first and ask questions later' mentality. I am trusting that you will give full cooperation. "

"Okay." I said quietly.

He nodded.

I would cooperate, for my own survival. I had gained Emmett's trust. Once Edward was awake and I could turn over his care to someone else, I would then try to convince Emmett to let me go. It seemed like was in charge. If he wouldn't let me go, by then I would hopefully have devised an intricate escape plan. The less I fought right now the better. It also gave me a higher chance of survival, and hopefully a chance of being let go/escaping. The more they trusted me, the more chance of them divulging information and slipping up on stuff they shouldn't.

I then felt the van slow down which signaled we were almost at our destination. I couldn't see much of anything so I had no clue where we were. I then heard voices outside of the van.

"Remember what I said. You don't give us a hard time, then you won't have a gun pointed at you constantly." Emmett said in a low voice.

I nodded in understanding.

We then stopped and Emmett made his way to the back of the van. The doors opened and Emmett barked orders to various people. He then turned to me and nodded. I took that as time to get Edward out.

"Okay, Paul and..." Shit I still didn't know his name.

"Garrett." He offered.

"Okay then. Paul and Garrett, after I unhook him from all the monitors and i.v., I am going unlatch the gurney. I need one of you at the top and the other at the bottom to unsure it doesn't roll. Then we need to lower him out similar to how we loaded him in."

They actually worked well with me and didn't fuss that I essentially ordering them around. Once Edward was out, I checked all his vital sings to make sure his body wasn't getting stressed.

"Okay, we can start rolling him." I said to no one in particular.

I quickly glanced around. We were in a garage, a fucking huge garage to be exact. Emmett motioned for us to follow. Paul and Garret took their positions again at the head and foot of the gurney. I followed at Edward's side looking for visible signs of distress. We got to what looked like an elevator. Really? A fucking elevator? What kind of place is this? I looked around, observing my surroundings. I tried to soak up as much info as I could, in case it came down to me escaping. When the elevator doors opened, I realized we wouldn't all fit.

"Paul and Garret, you take the stairs with Johnny and Vinny. I will assist Bella in the elevator with Edward. Meet us at the room."

Down to one man, well two, but one was unconscious so he didn't count. I could use this to my advantage. How long would it take to incapacitate Emmett? Sure he was big, but it was all about how you used it. Next question, how to not hurt Edward in the process. Sure, he was in the mafia, but he didn't order me to be kidnapped. Also Emmett said the other four were meeting us at the room. Meaning they could very well be waiting us when the elevator doors opened. Shit. I couldn't take down four men at once, especially after taking down someone like Emmett. Mission aborted.

"You're thinking awfully hard over there."

"Excuse me?" I said in an innocent tone.

"Your face shows you're in very deep concentrated state. You're not planning escape, are you?" He said with a smirk.

"Of course not. Full cooperation and all." I said evenly. Shit, I am rusty with all this. Well I am still alive, I get points for that.

The elevator dinged and opened. What do you know?! The four men were waiting for us!

They lead us down a hallway and then opened up a door.

Upon walking inside of the door, I was in awe. It looked just like a hospital room! How the fuck! These people had money, and a lot of it.

"He needs to be moved to the bed." I stated.

"I'll do it." Emmett said.

"If he is not handled right, his stiches could tear and make the wound worse. It's best if I do it, and you aided." I said with caution, not wanting to upset him.

Emmett raised an eyebrow but agreed. We then got Edward moved with no damage.

"You're strong for a little thing." Emmett said with a laugh.

"To quote Star Wars, 'You under estimate my power.'" I said with a straight face.

Emmett laughed as did Garrett. I think even Paul cracked a smile. The other two, I think Johnny and Vinny, just stood there expressionless.

"I like her. She makes a good addition." Garrett said lightly.

It took everything for my face not to fall. I didn't want them to see my emotions. I had to get the fuck out here. I couldn't be an "addition" to this, to the mafia. I knew this was going to take a little bit time though, so I had to be patient.

Emmett then started barking orders, "Garrett, alert Elizabeth of our arrival. Paul, see if there has been contact from the honeymooners. Tony and Johnny, stand guard outside of the door."

Great, I had two babysitters.

Emmett then turned to me. "I will stay here for awhile. All the equipment in here is at your disposal, so please use whatever you need."

Was Emmett in charge of everything? Like the head-honcho?

I started Edward a new iv and then checked his vitals signs. I wanted to monitor his heart rate so I looked for the necessary equipment. They had everything a general doctor's office would need, as well as a good deal of emergency room equipment. Did these people regularly get themselves hurt? Or was it more of a precaution? Then why did Edward end up in my E.R.?

I shook the questions out of my head and focused on the task at hand. Everything was set up so I started to look for some additional equipment incase he flat lined. There was a knock on the door which surprised me seeing as we had two guards. Emmett got up and was talking with whoever knocked. I pulled out a defibulator as well some additional items.

Then I came across the scalpels. Emmett was still talking to whoever was at door and was distracted. His back was turned so I slipped a scalpel into my coat pocket. If things got heated, I needed a weapon. I then found sedatives, and they were the kind already in the needle. Jackpot. I slipped three in my other coat pocket. I then realized that Edward was stirring. Emmett was still distracted and didn't notice. Edward was finally waking up, well hopefully. I walked over to his bed. I had felt so protective of him at the hospital, and I still cared about his well being. I got my flashlight and bent over to check his eyes. Everything happened quickly. In an instance, I felt hands around my necks putting pressure on my windpipe. I was then was looking into the cold, green eyes of Edward Masen. He looked murderous. Not exactly the thanks I had been expecting.

I used one hand to ease the hold he had around my neck. He must have been awake for longer then I thought, but didn't realize Emmett was here. Speaking of Emmett, how did he not realize what was going on. I looked over and Emmett was gone! Shit, he slipped out of the room and I didn't notice. Edward tightened his hold around my neck. Shit, for someone who had been out for awhile he was strong. While trying to ease his hold, my other hand went to my coat pocket to get the sedatives. I grabbed one and uncapped it with my teeth. Edward saw the needle and was trying grab it. As we struggled, I heard Emmett's booming voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"

Edward and I snapped our head's in Emmett's direction. Edward still had his hold on my neck, and I was two seconds away from plunging the needle in his neck to sedate him.

Not exactly how I pictured us officially meeting.