First I would like to apologize to all for my tardiness and thank all of you who reviewed:

Ok so this is seriously late…There were a lot of reasons I am late with this:

First I didn't know where to take it...I had a rough outline for the story, and I even had a outtake that is already written for the future, and a sequel planned but I couldn't figure out what was going to happen in the next chapter. Also I had to think of the logistics of Bank robbery, which is not easy.

The other thing that was taking up my time was School, I recently decided to leave Rutgers to continue elsewhere in my pursuit of my BA in English, plus thanks to Stephanie Meyer and subsequent love for Fanfiction Smut, I had started to read Romance Novels…And have now read over 300 novels since May 2008, when I read Twilight. Before that I pretty much never read and always preferred to watch TV; So thank you SM!! Also after reading Twilight I have decided to try writing on the side, and been in the process of starting a romance novel.

So between switching schools, reading, and distant dreaming I totally lost track of time, but I never forgot my fanfiction fans… and always planned to come back…I was going to write a message here first, but I know how it is to get your hopes up, and its only another AN… Again…

SORRY!!!

This Chapter is actually Charlie's POV like the outtake I have planned to release later in the story, probably towards the end.

Without further Adieu, "Charlie's in Charge"

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The police cruisers were scattered in front of the bank, lights flashing. They were sidelined by curious and worried bystanders and the press hounds, all trying to push through the uniforms guarding them. But, somehow I couldn't worry about them, my baby girl was in danger…

My heart had nearly given out, when I heard from Angela, Bella's roommate, that my daughter was in the bank, the bank now being held hostage. This was never something I wanted my daughter involved in. She was supposed to be in class today, acing her English final. She had been worried about it. Last time I talked to her she was stressing she didn't study enough, but I knew my baby girl would do great given the chance. She's extremely smart and studious. She got that from her mother; she certainly didn't get it from her straight C student turned cop, father.

She looks just like her mother, but sometimes I see parts of me in her too. Her sarcastic humor, her cynicism, her sensibility, her thoughtfulness… She is the best thing I ever did in my life. Every time I see her smile or even just reading a crinkled well-read book, I feel proud to be her father. It makes every decision I've made, whether wrong or right, a good decision because it has led to her.

My cell phone rang. I knew the tune well; Bella had chosen the chorus to "What a Wonderful World," as Renee's ringtone. She had painstakingly debated between it and "I'm Walking on Sunshine." She had said it befitted her mother's gregarious and buoyant personality. She wasn't wrong most of the time, but Renee was far from her happy-go-lucky attitude today. Instead her voice was hysterical with sobbing which made it impossible for me to understand her.

Phil, her husband of seven years, must have taken the phone from her, because the next thing I heard was his deep voice saturated with worry. "What's happening there? Have you spoken with her?"

"No, I didn't want to bring undue attention to her , it could prove disastrous," I replied softly. I tried to keep him settled and relaxed as possible because Renee needed him on his game. I knew her well, and was one for the dramatics.

"Well we've been watching the news here and know they had sent out two people for food…"

"They're showing this on the news in New York?!"

"Yes. Well, no, actually were watching it on the internet. Why?" he asked, concerned with my slight outburst.

"Oh. Well… Okay. That's good, I guess. I was just worried about other agencies interfering. When does your plane leave?" I said, changing the subject.

"In a few hours. We'll probably arrive in Phoenix tonight. I wanted to give Renee a sedative, but we're still trying for a baby and she doesn't want to take it," Phil said, sounding frustrated.

"Well that's Renee. She was very careful when she was pregnant with Bella, always scared with second-hand smoke and the like, you know?"

"Oh yeah, I know." Phil replied.

"Try to keep her calm as possible and I'll see you soon. Hopefully, Bella will be out by then. Bye." I hung up knowing that I was lying. It would most likely be a long time until my girl was safely in my arms and out of harm's way.

Phil was a good guy; If it wasn't for the fact he married my ex-wife, we could have been good friends, so part of me felt bad about lying, but it was a necessary evil. He loved Renee and she seemed happy in way I hadn't made her since the beginning of our marriage, since before her brother died. For Renee, Phil was the safest option, his love wasn't tainted by a past best forgotten.

Thankfully, Deputy Mark walked up in time to stall those morose thoughts. I so did not want to go there, especially not right now.

"We got a glimpse inside quickly, it seems they're playing a game with one of the robbers." Mark said.

My head snapped up and I said "which one?"

"The one that looks like a GQ model."

"Oh… Since when do you read GQ?" I joked, trying to relieve some stress. I was jumpy, and my blood pressure kept hitting the roof today; I wouldn't have been surprised if I have a heart attack.

" Oh since last month when I lost my balls and started wearing g-strings," Mark said good naturedly. "My wife reads it, Dumbass!" he added, smiling.

I was smiling back when I heard it. The loud sound had me ducking low and covering my head. The sound caused my heart to skip a beat and then pound furiously against my chest. The sound of the gun from inside the bank brought a gasp from the crowd. It caused my mind to blank, making conscious decision to move my feet. I was halfway to the door of the bank, when someone grabbed me from behind. At first I thought it was Mark, but it wasn't.

Jake was my best friend and current brother-in-law, Billy's son, and he had his huge biceps wrapped around my chest, holding me back from inside the bank. At first, I was ready to start swinging, but then took a deep breath and looked at his face. He russet colored face was pinched with worry, but it was his eyes that held me in place. Inside his wide brown eyes, was fear and frustration. I knew it was killing him to stand there and stop me, when for all intents and purposes he wanted to run alongside me into the bank to save Bella.

Jake had dated Bella on and off since sometime during Bella's sophomore year in high school. She was always breaking up with him for one reason or another. I had asked her one time, when I was trying to push her towards reconciling with him, why she kept breaking things off. Her answer was characteristically female; "It doesn't feel right," she had said. When I persisted and asked her for the male translation, she had said she didn't know what it meant just that it wasn't right.

I remembered after Renee and I had moved down to Phoenix from Washington State for a new start, trying to save what was left of our marriage, Bella had been so distraught. She had missed Forks and the friends she had made there, and would not stop crying. It seemed at the time I could not win; Both the women in my life could not stop crying. Thankfully, when Bella met Jake, it was all smiles from there.

In the early years, after Billy's wife had died, he had spent a lot of time with us. Renee would try to cook us dinner while we shouted at some player or what not, on the TV, before she would give up and call for take-out. The children would always be in the backyard, playing. We had tried to push Billy's daughters, Rachel and Rebecca, to play with Bella, but when Jake handed her a toy car, smiling, she smiled back and they were inseparable.

Even during the breakups, they friends. Always hanging in Billy's garage, drinking soda and hanging with the local boys. Most father would have been leery of that, but I knew Bella wasn't like most girls, ( "Thank God.") and Jake would always protect her.

I shook my head and place my hand Jake's should, getting my bearings together. His shoulder was so high, it was at the height of my shoulder. Boy, had he grown; he had to be at least 6'4".

I took a deep breath to clear my head and looked around at all the chaos. Maybe Renee was right, maybe this was a dangerous life to lead, but I had always enjoyed the adrenaline rush I got. But that was before my daughter was involved.

I started shouting orders to my men, directing them to control the hysterical crowd, that was growing more frenzied. I made my way over to my cruiser where I had left my cell phone, Jake, Billy, and Mark trailing behind, and dialed the bank's main line. After five rings, there was still no answer. My blood chilled, as fear skated up my spine. "Its too early for this," I mumbled as I waited.

My was hammering in my chest as I briefly wondered if I was going to have a heart attack. That's all I needed. My wife, Sue, Billy's sister, would be so pissed, and she'd be smug about it too. She was always yelling at the "crap" we ate, saying we never take care of our selves. She said I was "ticking time bomb," waiting to blow.

I continued to listen to the phone ring, waiting for Edward to pick up, when I finally got the machine. "Edward, what's happening in the…" I started, when another gunshot echoed, and the phone went dead.

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