SM OWNS ALL THINGS TWILIGHT

AN; Thankyou to everyone who keeps listing and reviewing this story please keep hitting the button, it means a lot. Now CXE do get physical in this chapter in more ways than one, but just so no one is confused it is a flash back. Have them made up by chapter 3? This is me remember, I have to torture them for a little while longer! LOL! M rated. Whilst I do think it's criminal the lack of resources that the Government has for returning soldiers, I DO NOT think all soldiers children are going to turn into criminals. Christian Theirson's story is REAL, it was in a history of the Secret Services I read a few years ago. His name is not, neither is what I plan for him to do. M Rated.

CARLISLE POV

"Julian…I thought we'd moved on from all this cloak and dagger stuff." I said holding out my hand to the small, portly man whose eyes disappeared when he removed his glasses to wipe his sweating brow. He looked more like a nervous bank manager than a spy.

"One can never be too careful Carlisle…" he said narrowing his eyes slightly at Mae who was standing a little further away gazing out at the Houses of Parliament that sat across the Thames. We were on the bank, surrounded by joggers, mothers with children and various office workers on their lunch hour. "Forgive me this is…"

"Mae Marshall, CIA liason." Mae said with a tight smile. It was enough for Julian.

"Charmed my dear." He replied, anyone else saying something so clichéd would have grated on both mine and Mae's nerves, but it all added to Julian's old fashioned charm.

"Shall we…" I said motioning that we walk with my hand. Julian glared at me. He was a man who enjoyed the comfortable office and long lunches he had earned over the years. But as Mae hovered near my shoulder and I was hit by a wave of her scent and my body crackled in response to the proximity of hers to mine, I wished we could walk.

"Thierson…" Mae prompted

"Yesss, Christian Theirson…he is what you might call the ghost of Christmas yet to come…" Julian mused as he lowered himself onto a bench. Mae and I sat on either side of him. "His father Frank was a Falklands war veteran…brave man, commendations, medals, his commanding officers and comrades couldn't speak highly enough of him…he was wounded rescuing his CO and two others from an ambush. His physical wounds healed, his mental ones did not as Christian and his mother found out. He had all the signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, but the treatment then alas, consisted of a medic telling you to go get drunk and pull yourself together, which in turn only made his problems worse. We have come a long way since then of course…but I fear that the longer our current conflict continues the more stretched our already meager resources for handling our returning soldiers less obvious needs will become…leading to more angry young men like Theirson wanting to strike a blow for not only what their father's and now mother's have suffered, but also what they were forced to endure as a result." Julian sighed. It was a chilling thought.

"Your new Prime Minister…" Mae began

"Miss Marshall…naievity really does not become you. Our new leader told us what we wanted to hear and it still didn't get him an outright majority. He's having to share the front bench…anyway, I have a lunch date so pressing on…Christian Theirson as you may imagine had been anti everything from a young age. He's a politics and Government graduate but made a lot of money during the dot com boom. This allowed him to try the "fix it from the inside out" route and run for parliament. He stood three times and lost, but then of course in 2001, the world as we knew it came to an end. Theirson thought he had found kindred spirits, alas the necessary devotion and stomach for the cause is a little beyond him. However, this didn't stop him continuing to maintain and foster new associations…finance several of the attacks we have managed to stop. He's been quiet recently, flying well under our radar, but we think that that's him biding his time…he's been watching, learning…planning something big that he can blame on Al Queda. His plans have been slowed down we think by the fact he invested just over half of his fortune in Gregory Ross…"

" Is that the bank that went bust and was bought by the British Government?" Mae queried.

"The very same. Coup de ta's are never cheap, but in our current financial climate they are even more expensive than normal. Theirson on paper at least is only just holding his head above water, so we are very curious as to how he could afford to engage the services of Andreas Honandez."

The slow drip of ice water down my spine was fast becoming a torrent as a horrible idea began forming in my head. Glancing across at Mae, I could see that the same sort of thoughts were starting to form in her mind. My stomach clenched painfully as I remembered how people used to joke that we could not only read criminal minds but each others.

"Do you have anyone near Theirson at the moment?" I asked.

"We do…she says that Theirson has been slumming it a little recently, socializing with your more ordinary common criminal why?" Julian demanded, his beady little eyes moving quickly between Mae and I. I quickly filled him in on the little crime spree Mitchell and Talbot were engaged in, including them being only a floor below Honandez's flat. Julian and I made a few calls and the emailed photos that followed shortly after confirmed our fears. Julian's people had surveillance photo's of Theirson's right hand man Felix meeting with Mitchell and Talbot in a trendy East End Pub on two separate occasions.

The outcome of my seemingly interminable meetings with the Security services and Government gnomes over the last few days was that the SCI was to handle this operation. My enthusiasm and pride was tempered slightly by the knowledge that it was due to resource cuts and the intense scrutiny that both MI5 and MI6 were under in the press. It was a daunting thought that my unit, I would be responsible for discovering and stopping a possible threat to London, but I knew we…I could do it, especially with Mae by my side professionally if not personally.

"Well, I'll keep in touch Carlisle with regular updates from our source…but good hunting my friend…" Julian said shaking my hand firmly.

Mae and I sat quietly watching Julian waddle off into the crowd. Just another suit heading back to his office.

"I thought spies like him became extinct after the Cold War." Mae chuckled softly. I couldn't stop the small grin that twitched on my lips as I looked across at her. We were sitting as far away from each other on the bench as possible me with my arm draped across the back casually. All I had to do was stretch my fingers a little and I could touch her.

"We do like to maintain certain traditions." I sighed. Mae suddenly looked far away and her smile grew wider.

"What?"

"Nothing…" she said shaking her head.

"You know I hate it when you do that." I growled but I was smiling. So was she. She looked so beautiful. Our gazes locked.

"I was just thinking of our tradition of finishing a run with a burger from that little guy with the van that was somewhere along here." My heart sputtered painfully in my chest as I remembered those usually Sunday morning runs, where the burn of stretching my muscles, pushing myself, was usually quickly replaced with an even more intense burn of need as I watched Mae, keeping pace with me, pushing me as we ran. I never seemed to be able to stop myself from imagining how her legs, her arms, her body would look, would feel wrapped around me, moving beneath me.

"He moved on ages ago." I sighed.

ESME POV

"He moved on ages ago."

We were talking about a guy who owned a burger van for fuck's sake. But my heart began to clench painfully in my chest as I searched Carlisle's face, his tone for a sign that he was talking about himself. It was wrong, it was stupid, but as we had sat listening to Julian, our minds seemingly still able to synchronize, analyze and assess a information in that split second, as he had allowed me to take him a few steps down our memory lane, I felt the cool morning air between us begin to charge with that strange magnetism which seemed to pull us together not just mentally, but physically. It had been seven years, I had dated other men, I had even married one, but no one made me feel like Carlisle. With him, everything was brighter, louder more alive, shit I was more alive. Even in the hellish months…years that had followed my leaving, when I thought I was going to drown in the agonizing pain that would hit me in waves when I was least expecting it. The memory of Carlisle's face, his eyes shining with laughter and…love…the thought that maybe I would get the chance to see him again, to explain forced life back into my deadened limbs…my heart.

"Yes Emmett okay, we're on our way." I heard him say, I was just able to draw my eyes from his mouth.

"Shall we?" he said indicating with his hand that he wanted us to move. I jumped to my feet. We headed back towards the car, Carlisle keeping a clear distance between us.

"Emmett, you have finished dusting everywhere…why do we have to wear the monkey suits…?" I heard Carlisle grumble to Emmett as we pulled on the white paper scene of crime suits.

"Because…I thought even if we weren't friends anymore, which I thought we were by the way, you at least respected me professionally, had faith in my abilities." Emmett exploded suddenly at me, waving his fingerprint brush in the direction of my face.

"What? Of course I respect you, have faith in your abilities…and I hope we are still friends too." I said shocked.

"Then why…did you bring that woman…" he spat, waving his arm wildly towards the window, where I could see Rosie working with a small team processing the garden. "who has done nothing but second guess me, pick on every little thing I've done…"

"Rosie?" I said in shock.

"Oh is that her name? She never bothered to tell me…it's been Doctor Hale and Doctor McCarty…"

"Rose can be a little…difficult…I'll talk to her..."

" I'd be grateful if you could start talking to me Em…I want to see little Kelly this afternoon…" Carlisle said.

"How's she doing?"

"She's hanging in there…getting stronger."

I had to swallow hard to stop a sob escaping me as I saw the warmth and genuine concern that showed in Carlisle's eyes and smile as he spoke of the injured little girl.

"Well despite what Doctor Hale thinks…I am not totally incapable…I have taken this room apart, looked everywhere and found…" he waved his hand at a long work bench that sat in the center of the room that was obviously used as a store room.

"Cartridge paper…is that gun oil?" Carlisle asked

Emmett nodded. "But what I think you'll be more interested in is this…" he said indicating another evidence bag which contained a number of ripped pieces of paper. There were faint lines and writing visible…

"A map?" I queried

"I think so…it's been a while since I've done a jigsaw…but I'll give it my best shot." Emmett said seriously.

"It's important Em." Carlisle sighed

"When isn't it? You two will sweep in and save the world with a minute to spare, be the heroes whilst my contribution will be a mere footnote…" Emmett sighed dramatically.

"Yess, but we won't have the honour of having our names immortalized forever on the silver screen." Carlisle countered, quickly explaining that Emmett was helping Bella Swan the actress prepare for her new role. They had become, despite Emmett unleashing his not inconsiderable charm, great platonic friends and Bella had even had her character name changed to Emma McCarty. We left Emmett, but before we had got too far, we heard Emmett singing

"Bad Boys…Bad Boys whatcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do now Cullen and Mae are after you."

I had taken a step down the stairs, Carlisle was so close behind me, I could feel the heat radiating from him, smell, the clean linen musk and honey scent that was purely Carlisle.

"Do you think we can do it this time Mae? Sweep in with a minute to spare…save the world?" he asked, his voice was low, rough but with velvet softness. I could feel his breath against my cheek, I so desperately wanted to turn, see the look in his eyes but I knew if I did that I would be lost, any control I had would be shattered. I nodded my head, gripping the banister so hard my knuckles turned white.

"You said it yourself…together…we can do anything." I whispered.

"He is fucking hot…sorry…but he is…" Rose mumbled, blushing slightly as she took a noisy sip from her wine glass.

"Carlisle…looks well…" I said diplomatically.

"Uh huh, they make a hot couple don't they Rose?" Alice prompted. We were having a girly, boozy dinner whilst Jasper was out at soccer with Carlisle. We would probably regret it in the morning, but we all needed to let off steam. Rose had already admitted that she didn't hate Emmett, far from it. Rose had had to fight hard to be respected at Langley, even now in this time of equality, being a woman and having the disability of having reduced hearing on her right side made her job ten times harder. She just found it hard to let her guard down with a man that not only did she find attractive, but who she was also in awe of professionally. We had endured a twenty minute ramble about how talented and skilled Emmett was at his job, especially when he had to do it with half the equipment she had at Langley. His one failing however was that he spoke incredibly fast without looking at her…she had missed half of his attempts to try and talk to her and had been too proud to say anything, so she had retreated into her cold, aloof, bitchy shell. Alice had now turned her attentions as I knew she would, to me and Carlisle.

Rose nodded her head enthusiastically, ignoring my glare.

"It's not just the physical thing…"

"You mean the…seeing them going at it would probably be hotter than any damn porno movie thing?" Alice trilled

"Perverts!" I choked into my wine as Rose nodded, her filthy laugh echoing round the room.

"Exactly… but there's this power thing crackling around them…they're both strong…dangerous…but they seem to ground each other…there's a peace a safety that they make you feel…"

"That we make each other feel…" I sighed.

"So, this is a really stupid question…but I'm drunk…so it's allowed…how much did it hurt seeing him again?" Alice asked.

"It almost fucking killed me! It's wrong…I had my chance and I fucking blew it…"

"No, you had it stolen from you by an evil old bitch who deserves to rot in hell for what she did…I swear to god how I'm not in Holloway for ripping her to pieces I don't know." Alice raged.

"I wanted to touch him…I wanted him to touch me…I wanted to tell him…I wanted him to wrap his arms round me, tell me he understood, he forgave me…that everything was going to be okay…" I stammered my breath ragged with tears. I was drunk and my jet lag was hitting me.

"Oh sweetie…you still could." Alice said jumping up and wrapping her arms round me. I shook my head against her chest.

"It's too late…I left it too late."

2003. I had been CIA liason to London, sitting on endless committee's formulating and discussing the new anti terror precautions and procedures both England and America were being forced to introduce since the horror of 9/11. That was where I had met Carlisle, the SCI had just been formed, he was the youngest DCS in the history of the MET and it showed. He was professionalism itself, his manners flawless, but I had noticed how he would fidget, not only in his seat but also the expensive suit he was wearing. He was a man after my own heart, who much preferred being in the field than the corridors of power.

During a break I had snuck outside for a cigarette, only to find my pack empty. I didn't have time to go buy some, so I had followed my nose round the side of the building. Carlisle was leaning against a wall smoking, his body as loose as his tie, he looked…there was no other word for it…sexy. I hadn't been looking for a man, I had wanted to focus on my work, prove myself, get back in the field. But there was something about him…he was breathtakingly handsome…blonde, blue eyed with a dangerous smirk, that he had shot me discreetly across the meeting table as we had both rolled our eyes at some of the ridiculous ideas that were being thrown around by people whose experience came from books and computers. But there was something behind those fathomless blue eyes, a drive, a passion, a heart that I would learn was full of kindness and love that he was desperate but frightened to share.

"Okay what's your price…?" I had groaned pointing at the cigarette packet.

He observed me for a long moment before the smirk returned, causing my heart to start misbehaving in my chest.

"Have lunch with me?" If his looks weren't enough…that accent! It was obviously public school, but it had been knocked around by actually mixing with "normal" people, it didn't sound false…it sounded amazing.

"Aren't we supposed to all be having lunch together?"

"C'mon…I thought you CIA types liked to live on the edge." He had challenged.

"And I thought you English gentlemen were sticklers for the rules."

"Weell yes as a rule…but who says that I'm a gentleman?" he had growled as he cupped his hand round mine to allow me to light the cigarette he had given me.

He had been the perfect gentleman. We went for lunch at a small Italian place, sharing a ridiculously large plate of mushroom ravioli. And more laughs than I had had in years. That afternoon in the next round of meetings he had edged behind my chair placing his hands on my shoulders as if to steady himself. My body had almost bucked out of the chair as the most intense crackles of electricity had shot through my body.

"Dinner…tonight…please…" he had breathed in my ear. It was the please that had done it. I had nodded dumbly and been surprised to see a genuine blush and look of relief flash across his face.

Carlisle lived in a two floored pent house near Tower Bridge. The view of the Tower and London lit up at night was impressive, but the sight of the sun creeping over the Tower the next morning was truly breathtaking. We had talked all night, about work, about how our lives had led us into professions that were far removed from what people would have expected of us. I was a kid from a home that had been broken by a violent and abusive father, who had learnt the value of hard work and the joy of caring for people from my mom who was a nurse. It had taken her a few years, but she had finally stopped believing my father's taunts that she would never be able to cope without him, that she was hopeless, and found the strength to leave. We had enjoyed a tough, but happy life until illness had taken her…too soon.

Carlisle had eventually admitted his "dark secret". He had wanted me to hear it from him rather than from a bitter gossip. There were still plenty who believed that Carlisle had got where he was because of "the old boys network" that was rife amongst the British aristocracy.

"Is that all?…there I was thinking you were going to tell me you were really some kind of Bruce Wayne style superhero…" I had pouted with a laugh. If the people who I had worked with had been able to see me at that moment, they would never have believed it was the same "ball busting bitch" they saw every day at the office. I was laughing, really laughing and trying in my own clumsy way to flirt with this intrieging man. Who as I had suspected was far more comfortable in jeans than a suit. He was wearing blue jeans and an open necked black shirt that clung sinfully to the contours of his chest.

"Superheroes? I didn't have you down as the superhero type." He said gently as he sat on the large, very comfortable couch pulling a long leg underneath him and stretching an arm along the back. I hadn't realized that I had shifted in my seat and was mirroring his pose until our fingers touched. The breath had caught in my throat at the feeling but also at the sight of Carlisle's eyes darkening with lust as he had looked at me.

"I never had you down as a Lord…"I had stammered

"I'm not a Lord yet…I hope I never will be…"he had said sincerely

"Vive La Republique!" I teased.

"Exactly…"

"So…the…"

"Right Honourable" he said rolling his eyes

"Right Honourable Carlisle Cullen…what does your entry in Debrett's say? Likes Hunting, polo and catching bad guys?" I laughed. The thought of what Carlisle's entry in the Who's Who of the aristocracy would say, how it would balance the two very separate lives he lead amused me. He had laughed softly as he gently tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Something like that…although I don't hunt…not for years…"

"So you truly are an honourable, honourable…" I had said, unable to drag my eyes away from his.

His eyes had darkened further.

"If I was an honourable man…I wouldn't do this…" he had breathed before softly pressing his lips to mine. His lips were soft, his lower lip which I had taken between my own and begun to suck gently fuller than the top. But it was the combined taste of the wine he had drunk, cigarettes and an almost honey sweetness which caused a soft moan to escape me as I shifted closer to him, slipping my arm round his neck. His hand cupped my cheek as our lips began to move together with more force, I tilted my head to deepen the kiss, giving him the access to my mouth he was asking for readily. It was Carlisle's turn to moan as our tounges met and playfully dueled with each other for dominance. It was a sound which sent a rush of need straight to my core which became even more intense as he began a pattern of stroking my tounge with his own before sucking gently.

"Might not be the honourable thing to do…but damn it felt so right." I laughed softly.

The meetings finally came to an end and we were allowed to do our jobs, getting out there hunting for the bad guys. Carlisle and I had not been able to see each other as much as we had liked, but when we did see each other, both of us getting an extra thrill from the need to sneak around, we had fun, talking, laughing getting to know each other…being a normal couple for a few hours instead of two overworked stressed people carrying the stress of safeguarding the safety of not only London, but the entire country on our shoulders.

Physically, we wanted each other…badly, but the thing between us was becoming more than just a fling, we both wanted, needed more than gratifying, but heartless screwing, although our first time together wasn't exactly "love making"

I was put on temporary attachment to the SCI as they were observing a potential bomb making factory. I was worried that Carlisle might extend his gentlemanly tendencies to the work place, try and side line me, keep me out of harm's way. I needn't of worried, he had forced me to think faster, work harder than I had done in a long time and I loved it. The only problem was, this only added to our physical frustration causing us to bicker and challenge each other quite intensely.

Carlisle insisted that all members of the SCI took part in a monthly physical skills work out. Being in good physical shape and being able to defend ourselves could be the difference between life and death.

Jasper was the definition of a smiling assassin. But anyone who underestimated the power of his fluid, easy movements was in for a painful shock. I did however manage to bring him to his knees more than once.

"Finally…you're good Mae, very damn good…" he said wincing as he cricked his back "But your mind is not on the job…" Jasper said as we stopped for a drink and a breather.

"I…"

"You are letting your mind become clouded by the need to prove to our esteemed leader how good you are physically both professionally and…personally."

I remember that I had choked on my water.

"I don't know what you mean." I had stammered.

"Uh huh…listen at the moment all people are thinking is thank fuck he's picking on the Spook's mistakes and not mine…but the atmosphere between the two of you is so fucking charged with tension both sexual and otherwise…all it'll take is a little spark, a wrong comment and BAM, the office and half the MET will know your business. You can't keep it quiet forever, but lay…" he trailed off in a cough to hide his smirk at his own innuendo. " Release a little of the pressure…it'll buy you some more time…Carlisle is my friend, I have no real desire to know the in's and…the details of his sex life…" Jasper stammered with a blush.

"but when it effects his work… your work risks not only his safety and that of the team…I will make it my business. So get up there and put his ass on the mat, what you chose to do with his ass after that is entirely up to you…" Jasper huffed with a small smile

"I didn't know the SCI had it's own psychic detective." I laughed.

"No, that's my wife…our unofficial consultant, someone who if this goes the way she thinks…you'll be meeting sooner or later."

The team was gathered round the centre mat's catcalling, but all Carlisle and I could see was each other as we stalked around each other, Carlisle slicing the air occasionally with the knife Jasper had thrown in to make things interesting. Carlisle's expression was neutral, but his eyes had been flashing with challenge and need, his jaw tight with tension Jasper was right, we needed to do this. We were watching each other's every move, watching for the slightest sign that would give us the edge. I feinted left he followed, right the same.

"Take him down Mae…you have to take him down…" I screamed to myself. As much as Carlisle was beginning to care for me and me him, I knew things would change if I didn't show him that we could be equals professionally as well as personally.

"You haven't got what it takes Mae…here…" Carlisle taunted tapping the side of his head with his free hand, a smirk on his lips. That was his downfall, using the words that my father had used to taunt my mother and I . I let out a low snarl as I lunged at him, forcing him onto his back foot for a moment in shock he soon recovered however and made a lunge from my stomach to my chest with the knife. I could have taken him down the easy way, but the anger from the memories his words had unleashed had given my burst of adrenalin extra potency. I deflected his knife arm, sliding my hand down his forearm and grabbing his wrist jabbing my thumb into his wrist and my four fingers into the back of his hand bending his wrist inwards whilst applying some pressure to the muscles above. This move allowed me to move behind Carlisle who grunted in pain as I caused his arm to stiffen and his wrist to strain and painfully overflex it's muscles. I stepped forward pushing my foot ahead of his, managing to keep hold of his arm as we fell to the mat. Carlisle had realized that I wasn't playing and was fighting back against me strongly, but with the last of my strength, I flung my legs over his torso trapping his knife arm between them.

"Well I don't think anyone will be arguing if Mae wants the last chocolate biscuit at tea time." Jasper said with a laugh, shooting me a warm smile and a wink as he herded the others out.

Carlisle had been a little quiet after that, he had dropped me at my place so I could shower and change for our trip to the movies, but he had barely been gone five minutes when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Carlisle leaning against the door frame, his face tense. His eyes almost black, not with anger but lust, he let his eyes drag up and down my body in a scorching gaze which seemed to melt my bones with its intensity. The next thing I knew, he had stepped inside, slamming the door closed, before pulling me flush against him and roughly claiming my mouth with his own, his hands running through my hair.

"I want…I need… know…can…you…take…me…down…again" he mumbled round the edge of our kiss. With a moan and a bite to his bottom lip, I pulled away slightly, but Carlisle could not pull himself away from me…he lowered his mouth to my neck, hot kisses combined with grazes of his teeth licks and sucks. My body had been on fire, my breathing ragged.

"Carlisle…look…look at me baby…please…" I moaned as I pulled his face up to mine. He had been shaking with need which only caused me more almost painful spasms of pleasure.

"Out there…street…I will…jesus…" I moaned as he rolled his hips and steel hard arousal against my aching hot core. All I had wanted was to be higher, nearer to the amazing friction he had created, but I had had to say this…"out there…I will take you…anyone...who tries to…hurt…you…hurt innocents…down…" I breathed in between kisses to his brow, eyes everywhere but those damn lips. "in here…I want…need…be yours…want…take me Carlisle…make me yours…" I moaned crashing my lips back against his. Carlisle had almost whimpered as he had slipped his hands beneath my ass lifting me, pulling me closer. I had wrapped my legs around him and buried my hands in his hair as he had walked us back to the couch. We had fallen over the arm with a laugh landing in a heap of arms and legs

"Okay?" he asked raising himself up

I hadn't trusted my voice so I had nodded and carried on trying to remove his shirt. He had laughed roughly, but caught my wrists for a moment.

"What you said…are you sure?" he had asked. His face and eyes were tense with need and lust, but there was genuine concern and tenderness there as well.

But suddenly Carlisle's face and smile as I had assured him I was had been replaced by her face.

Carlisle's deep warm blue eyes had been replaced by her icy cold blue eyes, Carlisle's smile replaced by a sneer that had twisted her still pretty, doll like face into an ugly mask as she loomed over me.

"I offered you less drastic options…but you wouldn't take them."

"Carlisle will never forgive you…" I had stammered through the pain.

This had thrown her for a moment.

"Yes…he really does love you…maybe in different circumstances…a different life you two could have…" she sighed, before shaking her head as if to clear it of such a foolish thought. "But, I can't…won't let you take Carlisle away from me."

"MAE…MAE WAKE UP! You're dreaming…MAE!" Alice said firmly as gripped my flailing limbs and held me tightly. It took me a moment to focus on where I was.

"She…she…I… she…" I sobbed throwing myself into Alice's strong arms for the second time that night.

"She can't hurt you now Mae…she can't hurt you…" Alice repeated.

I pulled away from Alice for a moment.

"Hurt me? She's done better than that Allice…the bitch has ripped my heart out…"

"Well…maybe it's time she paid for her crime…" Alice growled.

AN; So, a few more hints. Can't give it all away to soon can I? Please hit the button, but don't scream at me too loudly, can't type with fingers in