Thank you guys so much for all your support and reviews. A common suggestion occurred in the reviews though: Happy Ending. T.T Que aburrido. But I might oblige you. Might.

I do not own Twilight. Since the whole vampire baby thing I'm not sure I would want to…okay lies.

Look up the chapter song if you haven't heard it before. It was my entire inspiration for this story. It's called Kissing You Goodbye by The Used.

##########################Edward POV#################################

"Leave me with your complications. Take your life you feel like taking mine, meeting god we stand in line. Not alone…No. Where'd it go? I'm not leaving, not going. I'm not kissing you goodbye. On my own I'm nothing, just bleeding. I'm not kissing you goodbye." –The Used.

I watched him leave in a black car, driven by an anonymous woman in a red jacket, and was ready to follow close behind. There was no way that I was about to sit back and let Jasper take on the entire company by himself. I called in Jake and a response squat, letting them know that I'd be infiltrating the Company headquarters. With any luck they were already standing by, in addition to the moles we'd planted inside.

Jake pulled up in his van and I attempted on closing my shirt over the bullet-proof vest with little luck. I was out the door with the damn thing halfway off when Riley decides to show up at the absolute worst possible time. He was walking up the stairs at the same time I was speeding down them and I ended up running headfirst into him. I grabbed the guy's shirt before he could fall down four flights of metal stairs and did a spin as to place him and keep going.

The sad thing was, this wasn't the first time this had happened.

"Good Morning Edward," he called, no this certainly was not the first time. He wasn't even phased any more. I looked back to say good morning, taking my eyes off what was in front of me for one second, and ended up going ass over teakettle down the stairs. If this was an omen as to how the whole operation was going to be then I was certainly getting a little nervous.

"Oh god, I'm sorry Edward," Riley said, running down to help me. I got up after tucking and rolling, not without bruises, and sprinted toward the door. I didn't have time to lose.

"It's fine, I'm late for work. See ya," I yelled, waving an arm over my head. I didn't even look back as I exited the revolving door and jumped into the truck with Jake.

Jake said nothing as I pulled my guns out of the console and put them in the holsters. He'd already been briefed on the situation but there was a sort of amused accusation in his eyes. I didn't know what it meant though. It was true that the plan had always been for me to infiltrate the Company one way or another, but it was admittedly unlike me to act so brazenly and out of the blue as to call a raid only hours before hand. I hoped I wouldn't get too much heat for it later.

We pulled into a huge parking structure, deserted with exception of a few expensive black cars. Jake started putting together his computers and I clipped on my microphones and video feeds.

"Cullen on scene," I said into my watch mic. More to test it than anything.

"I've got you on feed," was Jake's response,

"Rodger," Was one of the unnamed infantry members,

"What the fuck?" and that was Jasper. But it did not come from my earpiece. I spun around and there was Jasper, his golden halo of curls once again crowning him. Agent Tantalizer was returned. "What are you doing here? I told you not to come Edward. It's too dangerous." He warned, he grabbed my elbow but I stood firm.

"I'm leading the raid. We were going to do this anyway, Jasper. You quit the company, right?" I asked, searching his blue eyes for answers.

"I was never an official part of it to begin with. I never signed the contract," he replied. "But it's not like those fuckers know the difference. They're after me. Hardcore. I mean they really want me dead. I gotta get out of here," he said, looking over his shoulder.

"Red team, commence the raid. I need to escort a civilian. Blue team, capture the director and take him into custody," I commanded into the watch mic. I got a positive response from the teams and a negative one from Jasper.

"No. I won't put you in danger," Jasper said, pushing me toward the truck.

"Good, I'm putting myself in danger. Now let's get out of here. I'll call headquarters. I'll just tell them you were a protected witness and your identity was in danger. They really have no idea who you are, Jasper. They only know you as Hawthorne," I said, almost pleading with him now. He sighed after a moment and gave up. He let me pull him into one of the black cars sitting foolishly unlocked in the structure.

I drove fast. Ironically I ended up grabbing a Ferrari, time to test Jasper's theory for the best getaway car.

At first the car served us well, it took to the ramps with little resistance and vaulted over speed bumps with graceful landings. But just as we were about to make it to the top floor of the parking structure and out onto the street the engine turned off. I jiggled the keys to no avail, the thing wouldn't turn back on. I swore and punched the steering wheel. That didn't help either.

Jasper and I both pulled a gun, standing back to back. I scanned the shadows, I saw someone there behind a pillar but it was impossible to see who it was.

"Jake what's the status?" I asked softly.

"Red team is in, we've taken thirty guys out so far. No sign of the director and it seems like they've started a manhunt for Hawthorne," he replied over the scratchy feed.

"Thanks Jake. I've got Jasper but the car's not working. We've got company down here," I said. I heard him typing on the computer frantically.

"Sorry I don't have bugs on anyone up there with you," he replied.

"Okay we're gonna make a run for it. I'll check in with HQ once we're out," I told him and the line went quiet except for his speedy typing. Jasper looked at me with a determined, steely stare that I'd not seen for months, and nodded.

"Show yourself," he yelled into the darkness. We both pointed our guns at the dark silhouette in the corner. The person came walking forward and then the shadow split into two people. In the harsh light of the structure the forms looked almost demonic but familiar. All too familiar.

"Alice?" I said in disbelief.

"Greene?" Jasper said with an identical tone, " What are you doing?" he was staring at the gun she had set at his head.

"Hello Edward, Jasper," she smiled.

"I can't believe this," I said begrudgingly. I couldn't believe after all the time I'd known Alice, perky, stupid Alice that I hadn't known she was only acting.

"Oh believe it Eddie. Seems the infamous Agent Cullen isn't all he's cracked up to be. And you, Hawthorne, are a traitor. You've gotta be taken out. Cullen too, for good measure," she cocked the gun theatrically.

"Whose your partner? Eric?" Jasper asked in a mocking tone.

"As if," came the voice I'd heard not hours ago. Riley stepped forward with a triumphant look on his face. He looked just as innocent as always, though. "Well Edward, it is quite a shame we had to see each other under these circumstances. You know I probably wouldn't be here if you'd not rejected me so many times," he said, rolling his eyes in mock regret.

"We don't have to do this," I reasoned, "no one else has to die. Not me, not Jasper, and neither of you," I said as persuasively as possible.

"I'm afraid that's not possible. The CIA is raiding and killing most of our staff as we speak. Of course you already knew that. And Jasper is a dirty traitor, he must be killed," Alice replied. She raised the gun back up to Jasper's head and Riley raised his to mine.

"Palms to heaven, love," Riley said. The next thing I heard was a bang but it didn't come from my right, and it certainly wasn't my own brain exploding. I turned my head and found that Riley had shot Alice right in the head. I ducked and came up under his arm, twisting the gun out of his grasp and knocking him down on the ground.

"Woa, take it easy, I'm on your side. I've been with the CIA this whole time Edward. They put me next to you to keep an eye on you," Riley admitted. I stared at him a minute, searching his eyes for some deeper lies but he seemed sincere. I held out a hand and pulled him off the pavement.

"I'm sorry, for everything," I said to Riley, shaking his hand.

"I forgive you for everything but my broken heart," he said halfway jokingly. I could tell the he was serious about that last part. "Here, this is the device Greene used to turn off the car," he said, throwing me a small black remote. I hit the yellow button in the middle and Ferrari roared back to life.

"Thanks Riley," I said. He nodded and ran back off down the stairs.

"Let's go," Jasper said, jumping into the driver's seat. I got in next to him and he took off like a bat out of hell. We breached the parking structure and made it back out onto the street. The motor purred, the tires squealed, horns honked and glass was shattered as we finally got back out. I was about to call headquarters when I saw the other three black cars pull behind us. I knew they weren't CIA vehicles when the passengers started shooting us with semi-automatics. All that we could do was duck as the rounds were emptied, and I turned and shot back what I had in my clip to little effect. I only got one guy.

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The bastards just kept pumping the car full of iron. I could hardly focus on avoiding the ten ton semis when they had an AK 47 at my ass. Edward kept his cool though, he calmly turned and started shooting back. I automatically feared for his safety, despite the fact I knew he could handle himself just fine.

I heard him clip in a new magazine and go to town again. His breathing became loud but rhythmic as he tried to aim despite my sporadic swerving. Behind me I heard the telltale sounds of a car going out of control. I looked in the rearview to see a driver had been shot through the windshield, taking out another car with it. One of the cars actually exploded at it tumbled like a log sideways across the freeway. I winced at the mess and the dead innocents, but kept my focus on getting to the airport.

Now we only had one guy left on our tail. The one with the AK. They let out another round and I heard a loud "Fuck!" Come from Edward. He pulled himself back inside the car and cradled his arm to his chest.

"You okay?" I asked, damning the assholes to hell for hurting Edward.

"I'll be fine. I just can't move my arm," he said, gritting his teeth tightly. I could tell he was in pain but trying to suck it up.

"Do you need a hospital?" I asked. Stupid question, of course he did. But would he let me was the better question.

"No, just get to the airport. We've gotta get these guys off our asses," He said panting. I nodded and stepped on the gas, trying to dodge traffic and lose our tail.

We did end up getting ahead of the men chasing us far enough to where when we got out of the car, they were nowhere to be found. We ran into the airport, hoping to get ourselves lost in the crowds and lines. I pulled Edward up an escalator and led us to the nearest bathroom. If we were to get through security we had to look as though we hadn't just been in a high speed car chase. We washed our faced and patted down our hair, threw the guns in the garbage, and took off the defining suit jackets and bullet vests.

"Can you get us tickets?" I asked Edward. He smiled and pulled two out of his pocket.

"I thought ahead," of course he did.

We left the bathroom and tried to look inconspicuous. I spotted the two guys from the Company that were trailing us. I recognized them vaguely but didn't know exactly who they were. I knew they worked for Aro, that was all that mattered. One of them pointed up at Edward and I and they both started sprinting up the stairs.

Edward and I took off as well, now unarmed and unprotected. The two started firing shots off at us, using handguns now. I heard a woman scream and a baby start to cry. We pushed through throngs of people, ducking around every curve and corner we came across to throw them off. They kept on us though, and there were a great many close calls. The security soon stepped in, thankfully, and tackled one of the guys from behind, detaining him.

Finally, after a long chase all around the airport, relentless and damaging to property and civilians, the last guy went down. But not without taking Edward down with him. When I heard the footfalls die off behind me, I spun around and ran to his side.

Edward was laying down, clutching his side and heaving for breath.

"Shit, shit, shit," I said, pulling off my shirt to make a compress. My heart rate spiked impossibly higher. "Oh fuck, stay with me Edward. You're gonna be fine," I was mostly telling myself that. He coughed up blood and my stomach turned sour.

"Jasper," he said, spitting blood.

"Hey, don't talk right now. You've gotta reserve your strength," I said, choking back tears. Now was not the time to lose it.

"You know…I'm not going to…" he was cut off by a fit of panting. He winced in pain.

"Edward please, this can't happen. It just can't," I pleaded. I kept back the tears only barely.

"I'd rather go…protecting you," he said, his eyes starting to flutter.

"Don't you dare Edward Cullen, I love you. You're the only one I've ever loved like this, oh god," I pulled his head into my lap, wiping the blood off his chin.

He could hardly breathe, only in shallow, broken breaths as he said, "Stay…here," and then his eyes fell back into his head.

I didn't stay much longer. I brushed his eyes closed, tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him one last time. Then I got up and carefully escaped. The place was filling with police and paramedics. But I needed to get away. If I stayed then I'd be questioned and then arrested and then I'd rot in jail.

I got back into the Ferrari and drove. I did not stop for hours. My eyes were dry, my hands were numb, and my mind was blank besides the echoing of his last words in my head. Stay here. He was giving me no choice. I couldn't follow him.

I recalled the conversation we'd had about suicide after a news report. I felt happy for the person, beyond all moral concerns, because they'd gotten their way in the end. They chose how they died. But Edward had other ideas.

"I understand being in pain, I understand being depressed and even self masochism. But I have no respect for people who off themselves," Edward said, crossing his arms.

"That's not fair. If they have no other way out," I argued.

"Who says they need a way out? Suicide is the easy way, for quitters who can't push past long enough to see things get better,"

Stay here. It meant stay alive. Don't follow him. Bastard. He knew I would never disrespect his dying wish, knowing how he felt about suicide. In those moments all I wanted was to be with him, I didn't care. My life ended with him.

Okay, don't worry. The story is not over. There will be another chapter. You'll see okay! Don't flame me yet! This is just a little…plot twist. ;) Let me know what you think. I cried writing this X) I hope it didn't ruin the story for you guys.

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