A/N: First of all, new story name! There is a reason behind it. I was telling my friends about my story, who aren't fans of Twilight, they know of it, just not anything about it. Well, as I was telling them about the plot, they seemed interested by it, so I told them the name. They thought that 'Day Break' was the name of one of the books. It got really confusing with the whole 'Breaking Dawn' 'Day Break' kind of thing. So, I decided, that Puzzle Pieces would be better, because in a way, they are kinda like a jigzaw puzzle, like they're all different, but they fit together as a family. If some peices are missing, the jigzaw is imcomplete. Well, seemed like a good metaphor, so voila! Puzzle Pieces it is. :D

More shout outs to SodaCat17 and MusicTwilightLove, thanks so much. I adore you both. I'm sorry if you've reviewed, and I haven't given a shout out to you. I'm having difficulty getting to reviews of my story right now. So, if you have, I'll be sure to give a shout out to you in the next chapter.

Thanks for reading my little story, and enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, that belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter Four

Concerned For Them

When Rosalie and Emmett failed to return by sunrise, Esme was beside herself with worry. She hadn't left the living room since they had left last night. Every sound, even the sound of insects fluttering past the house made her jump to her feet, expecting Rosalie and Emmett. There was the sound of someone walking down the stairs, it was a long shot, but she hoped that they had climbed a tree to get to their room last night. But, her golden eyes fell on her husband, as he walked into the living room.

"Still not returned?" Carlisle asked, noticing her agitation.

"No," Esme replied, shaking her head. "No sign of them."

Sadness claimed his chiseled features. "If they don't return by the time I come home, we will all go looking for them," Carlisle promised.

"I will wait for them, here," Esme said. Esme took a deep breath, it wasn't required, but to her it felt like she was exhaling some of her worry. "Could you wait here, while I make your prop lunch?"

"Of course," Carlisle said, with a smile.

Esme walked up the stairs to the kitchen, with all sorts of horrific scenarios playing through her mind, of what could have happened to her adoptive son and adoptive daughter. For one horrible moment, she thought that the Volturi came in the night and killed them both. A moment of relief came to her, when she saw Jasper and Alice in the kitchen. At least two of her adoptive children were alive and well.

Alice had her bottom perched on the counter, while Jasper stood in front of her with his arms around her. He whispered loving words in her ears, while she giggled playfully. They were like a couple of teenagers.

"Are you making Carlisle's lunch time prop?" Alice asked, looking over Jasper's shoulder.

"Yes, I am," Esme replied. She smiled, because she was over joyed to see her children happy. "Don't let me disturb you. Act like I'm not here."

Even though it was just a prop, Esme had to go all out, and make it look like a proper lunch. According to the print outs she'd gotten a few years ago from the internet, she had to make a healthy sandwich, a yogurt or some kind of fruit dessert, and fruit juice. After making the lunch prop, Esme put it in a brown paper bag, then returned to Carlisle in the living room. Only when they were in the garage, beside his Mercedes, did Esme present the lunch to her husband.

"Have a good day at work, Dear," Esme said, before sharing a tender kiss with him.

"Try not to worry too much," Carlisle replied.

Esme forced a smile as he got into the car, because they both knew that she would worry more than any normal person would. She loved her children, with all her heart. Esme waved to Carlisle, as he pulled out of the garage. Even after he was gone, she did not leave the garage. Only when Alice called her name, did Esme break her gaze from the garage door.

"Esme? Should I clean the kitchen? Bella and Edward are taking Renesmee to see Charlie today, so we won't have to cook anything," Alice said, casting her adoptive mother a glance of concern.

"I will help you," Esme said, turning to look at her adoptive daughter. "Give me something to focus on, until Carlisle comes back." Esme realised that Alice may have foreseen if Rosalie and Emmett would have returned or not. As they walked into the living room, Esme asked, "Have you seen them?"

"No, but, I have seen me, you, Jasper and Carlisle leaving to find them," Alice replied. That vision, had taken control of her mind the moment Rosalie and Emmett decided to leave. Knowing that it would only upset Esme, Alice had kept it to herself until now.

In a small hotel in Seattle, neither were sure what the name was because it was very late and dark out when they arrived, Rosalie turned to Emmett on the bed and smiled. The few hours they shared alone, she cherished. It felt almost like an eternity since she had time to just have a proper conversation with Emmett, before Bella seemed to monopolise all her time. Rosalie traced her finger down Emmett's marble like skin, to her it felt so soft.

"Rose..." Emmett whispered.

"Don't say it," Rosalie said, already knowing what he was going to say.

Rosalie didn't need mind reading powers like Edward, or emotion controlling powers like Jasper, or even foresight like Alice, to know that Emmett would want to go back home. Emmett may be an easy going carefree guy, but he was a home-bird. He loved having all of their family around them, even playfully teasing them. The guilt claimed both her heart and her mind. During their impulse, she hadn't considered that. She had thought of her own selfishness over everyone else's. She was no better than Bella.

"Just, listen Rose," Emmett continued. "I'm not suggesting going home. I like having this time with you. I'm just thinking, that maybe we should phone them or something. Esme will be worried like crazy, so just a message to tell her we're not dead would be considerate, to put her mind at rest."

Rosalie actually laughed, because she felt silly for thinking that she was selfish. "Of course, we will. I have my phone with me. I'll call home in a few hours, when you go fuel up the jeep," Rosalie promised.

Rosalie kept true to her word. That very afternoon, after they had pulled into the petrol station, Rosalie got out of the jeep, to phone home while Emmett fueled up the jeep. The phone number she knew by memory, she had learned all important ones. Her first thought was to phone Carlisle at work, but that wouldn't be a good idea, because he was most likely with a patient. It wasn't Esme or Alice or even Jasper that answered, it was the answering machine. Carlisle had done the recording.

"Hello, you've reached the Cullen residence. I'm sorry, but no one is available to answer your call. Please leave a message and your number and we'll return the call."

"It's me, Rose. Everything's fine, Emmett's fine too. Sorry about leaving like that. But, we had to go. It's nothing any of you have done. We just need some time to be together. We're in Seattle right now, but we're not staying for long," Rosalie said. She paused for a moment, as a moment of doubt washed over her. "Well, good bye, and sorry for leaving when the Volturi are on their way."

Rosalie hung up the phone, and returned it to her pocket. Emmett was already back in the jeep, when Rosalie returned. After Rosalie fastened her seatbelt, Emmett held her hand.

"Did you call them?" Emmett asked.

"It was the answer machine, but I'm sure they'll get it," Rosalie replied.