A/N: I hope everyone was able to get out and see Breaking Dawn 2 at least once these last couple of weeks. I can't believe it's over, and I tear up every time they put Bella's lullaby in. Sigh.

So this chapter is the last full chapter, the next is the end, but since it's short, this'll be another two-fer.


"So you're officially done now?" she asked with a bittersweet smile.

"Yep. Of course, the entire movie wasn't filmed this week, we only shot the scenes that absolutely had to be shot in New York this week. The rest were on sets in L.A."

"But of course," she agreed, waiting as he slid into the backseat of the car. After closing the door behind him and getting herself behind the wheel, she asked, "So what time do we have to be at the party again?"

"Eight." He leaned back against the seat, running his hands through his hair.

"That gives us just over four hours then. I was thinking you'd might want to get rid of those clothes today, so you don't have to worry about packing them tomorrow."

"Sure, then can get ready to go."

"Okay." She went back to her place, thinking how odd it was that with today being the last day of shooting, the stalker hadn't pulled anything yet. Yet. But with him leaving tomorrow, she knew there would be a grand finale, it was just a matter of when, and being ready for it. She knew officers were already sweeping the building, setting up extra security, and standing guard over the doors and setup of the evening, right now, hours in advance.

Constantly glancing in her rear view for a tail, only when she was positive that she didn't have one did she pull into her underground parking ramp. They made their way up, and into her place.

Bringing out the pictures and laying them on the coffee tabe, the file laying open on the floor, they started sorting through their clothes, making a pile in the middle of the living room of the items they were getting rid of. In total, Rob had five button down shirts, two pairs of underwear, and two undershirts. Esme fared better, losing her favorite skirt- the jean and lace one she'd worn their very first night out, which made her sad. She'd also lost a pair of pajamas. What made her angry about that situation was that she'd worn those pajamas again- after washing them, but before she'd seen the pictures. An ass kicking was due.

Esme got a garbage bag and put all her clothes in, then held it open for Rob to put his in. Tripple knotting the bag, she set it by the door to remember to take it to the trash. She stared at the bag a little, upset this had to be done. Rob stood beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Stupid whore, that was my favorite skirt," she said, pretending to wipe her eyes with her knuckle and sniffle.

"Yeah, that was my favorite skirt too," he sighed. "And my favorite shirt- the blue one," he said, voice defeated.

"Well, tonight's your last night, and unless she decides to hijack the plane, I'm guessing I'll be meeting her tonight. She's too showy not to."

"Es, I have to admit, I'm kind of nervous about tonight," he confessed.

"Well, we can go for a bit, and if you decide you want to go, we can. Are you contratually obligated to be there?"

"No, but it's a common courtesy in the industry. Kiss ass with the director, the usual."

"Great." She turned to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Let's say someone is making you uncomfortable, or we're in a group and you can't shake a weird feeling. How about a word so I know to get you out?"

"Sure. Any ideas?" He pulled her close against him, both arms around her.

"Something remotely related to the movie maybe, but kind of random. If we're close to each other, something like, "Nice shoes," or if we're in a group, "The movie's going to be amazing.""

He smiled. "I like those."

"Okay, those will be the out words. But I think we should start getting ready now," she told him, changing the subject.

"Now? We still have three hours until the car's here."

"Yes now, because after you're all dressed up, I'd like to undress you. I have a feeling we'll be a little occupied after. And we probably won't have a chance tomorrow."

He grinned wickedly. "I'll go with that, but as for tomorrow, we can try."

She nodded, and let him go, then went to gather her items to get in the shower.

After slipping the dress and shoes on- she didn't bother with her hair and makeup quite yet- she opened the door and looked around. He was nowhere in sight. Strange, she thought. She entered her room, then into the living room. He was in the kitchen, dressed in his suit, but his back was to her. She couldn't tell what he was doing. She decided to wait a moment, watching him. A moment later he knocked back the last of a water bottle, then turned to face her, his eyes scanning her. He set the empty bottle on the counter before crossing to her.

"You okay?" she asked, a little worried. She'd never seen him so pensive.

He slipped his arms around her waist.

"I guess as much as I could be, knowing a confrontation with a deranged stalker is inevitable this evening," he said with a sad smile. "But I'm glad to be here with you, right now. I mean, who knows, this could be my last time-"

"Shut up," she said forcefully. "You're way rediculously overreacting."

"Regardless, I'm glad I'm with you, even if you won't admit you like me," he said with a crooked smile.

"The truth is, and especially now with this stalker, I'll admit I do like you, maybe more, but is it because you're vulnerable? If we were in a completely normal scenero, would we feel the same as we do now? We wouldn't be thrown together and forced to make nice. I think in that situation, I would be able to trust what I feel. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," he said quietly. "I think you have a point, to some extent."

"And for me, being able to trust what I feel is a big deal."

"Does this have to do with the unfinished conversation the morning after our first intimate night?"

"Yeah, but I don't wanna waste our time with that," she told him, watching his expression as she ran her hands up and down the lapels of his coat. She slipped her hands under, to run along the smooth material of the vest. Following the material of the vest over his shoulders, she gently pushed his coat off and laid it over the back of the couch. While undoing the buttons of this vest, then slowly opening his shirt, she took a moment to admire him. He really did look stunning.

His open hands slowly roamed up and down her sides, his thumbs stroking the outside curve of her breasts at every pass.

Interrupting, her phone rang from the bedroom.

"Ignore it," she told him quietly.

"But what if it's about the case?" he asked.

"It's Grainger, but he can leave a message." She leaned in to kiss him, to keep him from arguing. He didn't need much redirection- he kissed her back instantly, his hands now stationary next to her breasts, his thumbs caressing her nipples through the dress.

She pushed his shirt off and down his arms, tossing it on top of his coat and vest. She ran her open hands over his chest, and down to his belt.

His hands pulled the v of her dress to the sides, exposing her breasts. Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he kissed her neck as she undid his pants, letting them slide to the floor. She slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his underwear, pushing them down. He stepped out of them, then undid the tie behind her neck, letting her dress join his clothes. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked to the couch. She could feel his erection pressed between them. He set her on the back of the couch, her feet flat on the seat cushions. Parting her knees, he stood between them, chests flush against each other's.

She slid her fingers through his hair and pulled him close, laying open mouth kisses along his neck and shoulders.

His hand came between them to touch her, testing, his fingers dancing like feathers across her. He liked that she was already so wet for him. He took himself in his hand and found what he was looking for, and slowly slid inside her.

They came together with a sigh, beginning to move against each other, their mouths exploring any inch of skin they could reach, hands roaming and squeezing.

Their pace quickly escalated, becoming frenzied.

He slid a hand down between them, touching and encouraging. It didn't take too long before she was falling over the edge, his name being called.

As soon as she was able, she reached between them, and he slid out of her and into her hands. She finished him off, catching his orgasm.

He kissed her a final time, then helped her off the back of the couch. She made her way to the kitchen sink, cleaning her hands.

When she returned to him, he was slipping his shirt back on. She gathered her dress and sauntered into the bathroom, feeling his eyes on her.

After redressing and finishing with hair and makeup, they met each other in the living room with smiles of appreciation for the other.

"You look so beautiful, Ms. Hale," he said. "A woman as beautiful as you should have beautiful jewlery." She was pretty sure her chin dropped as she watched him pull a box out of his suit coat pocket and held it out to her. It was in a Gucci box. So that's what he was doing up on the third floor while she was looking at shoes. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "Here, please accept these." He opened the lid of the box, revealing a pair of large diamond teardrop earrings.

"I can't-"

"Please?" he asked, giving her a puppy dog look.

"It's too much-"

"Shh." He undid her simple silver hoop earrings, setting them on the stand next to the door. He carefully put on her new ones. "Perfect," he said with a smile, then helped her with her coat.

"Thank you," she responded, a smile playing on her lips as he put his own coat on.

"You're welcome." After locking the door behind them, he escorted her through the halls and downstairs to the waiting car.

Once he was settled next to her and they were on their way, he asked about her boss's message.

"I'm just glad we didn't let him inturrupt. He said everything was clear, set, and ready to go."

"Oh. That's good."

She nodded, looking out the windows for anything unusual.

"So what am I supposed to be doing during this? Besides for watching out for your ass."

He laughed. "I'm going to have to be signing autographs and taking pictures outside, so just hang out with me, a step back or so. Inside we can be closer," he said, the crooked smile appearing.

The car slid to a stop along the curb, and their door was opened. Shrugging off their coats before stepping out into the roar of the crowd and constant flashes of cameras, he stood and smiled, giving a wave to the people. He immediately went to the crowd, restrained by metal barricades to autograph and snap pictures.

She watched him work, her eyes constantly moving. She spotted a few familar faces, officers on her squad in the crowd and around the carpet. Thankful for backup, just in case.

It seemed like an hour until he crossed to the other side, for more pictures and autographs, and then another hour before they were finally inside the hotel.

Her anxiety level decresed fifty percent in just those two steps in the door. Almost immediately they were greeted by her boss, reassuring everything was secure.

Rob slipped his arm through hers, and led her to a large circle of men in suits.

"Rob! There you are! I was worried you'd been swallowed by the mob out there," an average build man, slightly balding, and brown glasses approached Rob exuberantly, reaching for Rob's hand to shake. After their greetings and introductions, it turns out the man was the director of the film, Mr. Allen Coulter. As they visited, Esme kept her eyes moving. Things couldn't go this smooth, could they?

As they drifted towards their next group, a small, dark blonde female with large brown eyes stopped them, dressed in a nice black suit, holding two champagne glasses.

"Hello, my name is Alandra, and I'm the manager of this hotel," she said with a bright smile, extending her hand to Rob. "I'm a big fan, and I wanted to apologize in person for any hardship your brief stay at this hotel may have caused. I'm truely sorry there was any incident at all, let alone the horrifying experience of having your personal space intruded uppon. I wanted you to know you can stay at this hotel any time, free of charge," she beamed.

"Thank you for your sentiment, and your offer of hospitality."

As the woman prattled on about the perks he'd get, Esme dug deep in her mind to recall the woman's face. She'd seen it somewhere, somewhere in the hotel, but she couldn't quite remember. And then it came to her. She was the one that checked them into their second room. She blinked, relieved she remembered the face.

"As a gesture of peace, I'd like to offer you your first glass of wine for the evening."

Alandra had yet to wipe the cheesy smile off her face, and it was starting to annoy Esme, along with her constant ass kissing. She knew PR was a lot of it, but this was crossing the line.

Esme watched Alandra offer a glass to Rob, and then sip from the second. With a raised eyebrow, she began to glare at the woman who was watching Rob drink from the glass.

"Thank you," Rob said with a smle.

And Alandra's smile somehow became bigger. She was starting to creep Esme out.

"You're very welcome. And please," she placed a hand on Rob's bicep, "don't hesitate to flag me down contact me if you need anything at all. Have a pleasant evening," she said, smiling at Rob.

Esme was fuming. The woman didn't even acknowledge her. PR my ass, she thought with a smirk.

"What, Es?" Rob asked, looking at her.

"She didn't even say hi to me, the rude bitch. If she was about PR she would have said something. And the way she kissed your ass! I'm surprised I didn't have to take a crow bar to her lips."

"Why Officer Hale, are you jealous?" he said with s cocky grin.

"Not at all, I could kick her ass any day. She just rubs me the wrong way. Something about her," she trailed off.

"She seemed typical to me."

"That's horrible," she said quietly.

"You get used to it." He shrugged it off, but it still bothered her.

They mingled with a few castmates and crewmates, and had another glass or two of champagne. The house band started playing a song, and Rob pulled her to the dance floor.

"Hey Es," Rob said, pulling her closer than they'd been all night. "You're so soft," he said, his hands skimming up and down her bare back as he swayed.

"Thanks?" she asked.

"It's like warm velvet or silk," he continued, his hands roaming farther and farther south.

Esme glanced around, trying to see if anyone was paying attention to the way he was pawing her.

"Rob, people are looking," she whispered in his ear.

"Let them. They can be jealous." His hands never stopped moving, and his hips were joining them. "This song is so amazing."

Esme couldn't help but laugh. "Do you need hearing aids? It's an instrumental version of Chere's 'Do You Believe In Love'."

"Isn't it great?" he asked, his hips and hands moving in double time to the beat. Probably what the beat was supposed to be if it hadn't been instrumental.
She grasped onto his shoulders, trying to hold him still. She could feel his body temperature though his coat. That raised an alarm.

"Rob, look at me," she demanded when his mouth had found it's way to her neck. After a moment, he finally met her eyes. His forehead was sweaty, the hair drooping. "Come on," she said, and led him towards the bathrooms.

"But I wanna dance! I lovethis song!"

"Bullshit," she said under her breath. Something was wrong. There was a chair by the entrance to the bathrooms, so she pushed him down into it, then squatted down to his level. "Stay here, I'll be right back. I'm going into the bathroom to get a wet towel," she told him. "Got it?"

He nodded, a smile blooming on his face so innocent and beautiful it made her heart sigh.

"Hurry, I wanna dance, and touch you," he said, running his fingertips down her arm.

"Two seconds," she told him. He nodded again.

She dashed into the bathroom, searching for the hand towels hotels always kept in their bathrooms. Finding one, she ran it under the cold water. Her mind was racing. Something was wrong. He wasn't acting like his normal self. Too much alcohol? But they'd only had a handful of drinks, and she knew he could keep his alcohol better than that, but he was acting like he was shitfaced. And he was so grabby. He wasn't one to openly show affection like that. And dancing? The song was shit, and he knew music. Touching, dancing, sweaty with little to no exertion. Dancing, touching, sweaty. Fuck! She flew out of the bathroom, and found him gone.

Damnit! She dug for her cell.

"Grainger."

"Grainger, Rob's missing, and I think something's in the champagne at the party."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I've only had two glasses, and he's had three, and the first one from- SHIT!" She screeched. "Grainger. I need officers that aren't by doors in the building to do a sweep. We're looking for the manager of the hotel, a small woman with a black suit on, big brown eyes and shoulder length dark blonde hair. Bitch! I think she drugged Rob."

She ended the call and put the phone back into her clutch. She had a feeling on where she would have taken him. She took off her shoes, tossed them into the nearest corner, and ran out of the room, not caring that people were stairing at her. Running down the hall to the nearest set of elevators, she pushed the button. Impatient, she ripped the door to the stairwell open and took the stairs two at a time after hiking up her dress. She knew she was going to chafe where her leg rubbed against her gun, but that was to worry about later. Pulling open the second floor door, she ran to the elevator and pushed the button, looking left then right. There was a cleaning lady's cart about five doors down. Knowing she'd need a key, she ran to the cart and found the woman. Flashing her badge tucked in the inside belt of her dress, she got the key and ran back to the elevators. Pushing the button, praying silently it was there. Ten seconds later, the doors dingged open. Pushing the top button harder than necessary, pacing as the elevator crawled to the top. She caught a glance of her reflection in the mirror. She gasped. Her hair, which had been done up in pincurls, were hanging limply around her face. She was flushed, her eyes wide and slightly panicked. The doors finally opened, and she burst into the hall. Making her way to the suite they first stayed in, she pressed her ear against the door. Pulling her gun from her holster strapped to her thigh, she held her breath, listening.

"I bet you have such a nice, thick cock Rob. Shall we see?"

Oh hell no. She pulled her phone out and texted her boss the room number she was about to enter, and to send backup ASAP. Silently, she slid the card into the reader then pulled it out. When the light flashed green, she slowly turned the handle. Once it was cracked, she inched it slowly open with her right hip, slid in, then caught it with her toes until it was closed. Holding her gun up, she listened again, trying to find where they were. Doors to both rooms were open slightly, all the lights on.

"I don't think I'm supposed to be here," she heard Rob say. Slurred, more like. He was in his old room. She snuck through the kitchen and paused at the door. "Esme's gonna be so mad. She's alredy mad at you."

"Shut up about that stupid cunt. I don't want to hear her name again."

He hissed, then gasped "how did you do everything?"

Esme was torn. She wanted to barge in and kick the girl's ass, but she wanted to record the confession. But them not knowing about it wasn't legal, so, option number one.

She edged the door open, sticking her head in to take in the scene. Rob was bound by his wrists to the frame of the bed which had no sheets, his top half naked, his pants undone. Alandra's jacket was off and her shirt was completely unbuttoned, and she was straddling his waist.

"Stupid cunt, huh? Well this stupid cunt's gonna give you a well deserved ass kicking, you sick twisted bitch. And after that, you're going to prison for a long time. And you keep wracking up the charges. Besides. Anything about his cock is for me to know and you to dream about."

"Oh God Es, I tried to tell her-" Rob began, but he fell silent when Esme launched herself at Alandra, grabbing her around the waist and knocking her to the floor.

Esme straddled Alandra's hips, pinning her. Alandra tried to buck her off, so Esme backhanded her across her left cheek. Alandra grabbed Esme's hair, yanking hard. Esme twisted back, her hair screaming in protest as she swung her left fist, connecting with Alandra's jaw, knocking her out instantly. Alandra went limp beneath her, so she stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, panting, just as the guys came pounding through the outside door.

"In here," she called, moving to Rob's side and zipped him up before moving to the tie closest to her. They walked in and found her there.

"Hale! What the hell happened in here?!" Grainger bellowed, pushing his way through the officers.

"I knocked the bitch out," she said simply. "She drugged Rob's champagne, and waited for it to take effect. When I left him for two seconds to get a cold wet cloth from the bathroom, she kidnapped him, got him up here, stripped him, tied him up, and was in the process of having her way with him before I interrupted. I believe she gave him ecstasy. The symptoms match. She was just about to confess to everything, so she's the stalker we've been looking for."

She freed one of his wrists from the intricate knot, then moved to the other.

"Explains how the girls knew about the room number, how she was able to get in and out of both rooms without being seen, she has access to the cameras. Cleaning supplies like rubber gloves, and the authority to go wherever she needed, being manager."

"Good work Hale, we'll get her out of here and get her straightened out. Why'd you knock her out? Did she resist your instruction?"

"Yes," she answered, knowing that was how they were going to explain the bruises that would appear on her face the next day. "She became violent when I entered the room. I was forced to subdue her." She winked at Grainger, and he smiled.

"Alright gentlemen, let's get her out, and let Hale do her job. Mr. Pattinson. Are you okay son?"

"I am now," he said with a smile.

"Take good care of him, Hale. I'll have someone bring over some vitamin C, and I'll let everyone know downstairs." He turned to leave, a couple of officers cuffing Alandra and carrying her down to the squad cars waiting outside.

She untied the final knot, then went to get a new cold cloth and a glass of water.

"Es, can you turn on some music please? I still wanna dance."

"Rob," she said, placing the cloth on his forehead, then sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. His pupils were dialated. "I know you don't feel like it now, but I promise you, if you rest now, it'll make it a lot easier to work through this."

"What did she give me?"

"Ecstasy. How much I don't know, but it couldn't have been a lot. I'm hoping you won't have any lasting side effects."

"Well shit, no wonder I've been so horny," he said, a lazy smile on his face as he stroked himself a couple times . He trailed a finger up and down her arm.

"Alandra was very willing," she said teasingly.

"Yuck. I like you, maybe."

"Well, not in this state. Here. Have some water." She propped him up slightly with the pillows that had been discarded onto the floor, and helped him drink. When he'd finished the glass, she pulled up the blankets from the floor and placed them on him. There was a soft knock on the door, so she went to answer it. Officer Hessamer was there with a bottle of vitamin C tablets.

"Thank you." Esme closed the door, then opened the bottle and poured a couple into her hand. Refilling his glass, she helped him take the pills. "I think we should arrange for you to be transferred to my place, and reschedule your flight out tomorrow. I don't know if you'll be up to it."

"I have to go. I don't remember exactly what it is right now, but I know it's important."

"If it's important, shouldn't you be completely sober?"

He studied her for a moment, contemplating. "Can we wait and see?"

She nodded. "Of course. Now try to rest while I make moving arrangements." She stood from the bed and quietly exited the room, heading to the living room to make calls.

When she returned, he was still awake, but stairing out the window, a light sheen of sweat visible on his face and shoulders.

"They're on their way, and we can go change and get you comfortable." She helped get him dressed as she waited for the officer who was going to help.
About fifteen minutes later, there was another knock. With a glance through the peephole, it was another uniform. He did fairly well getting into the cab, and then up into her apartment.

She slowly changed him, and helped him onto the couch so he could have the t.v.

She babied him like he was sick- nibbles of food often, lots of fluid, more vitamin C, let him rest.

When night fell and she was turning off the lights to go to bed, he called for her.

"Es. I don't want to sleep seperately on our last night. Lay with me please?"

Unable to argue, she climbed in next to him, her back against his front, and laid awake, thinking of the day as his breathing became deep and regular.