Sorry for the wait everybody. Holiday break ends today and we had to remember to catch up the work we neglected to do. But, finally here it is!!!

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Directly after work that day, Chase followed Cameron over to her apartment, where she dropped off her car and went into Chase's.

"Okay," Chase said, putting the car into park. "Where are we going?"

"Um," Cameron said, pulling a sheet of crumpled paper out of her back pocket. "We are going to Madame Maxine's Hotel downtown."

Chase raised his eyebrows, glancing down at the sheet of white parchment. "Madame Maxine's? That's a pretty nice hotel?"

Cameron nodded. "Well, I'd say that when the Cullens go, they go big."

"I'd say." Chase put the car into drive and backed out onto the road. "How'd you get their address in the first place?"

Allison grinned a faint grin. "House."

Chase nodded; he could've guessed that on his own. "Do you know their hotel number?"

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Of course I do. It's 642. All we need to do is go down to the front desk, say that we are Jasper and Rosalie Cullen, we lost a key, and if we can have another."

Chase waved her reminder away, stopping at a stoplight at the edge of town. "Yes, yes, I realize that. Your hair is brown though; Rosalie's is blond."

"Like they will remember that." Cameron glanced at him. "What's wrong with you?"

Chase shook his head, running a hand through his blond hair. "Nothing."

Cameron sighed. "You never have been one for breaking into houses, have you?" The man smiled ruefully.

"No, I suppose not. We can't all be Foreman."

A few moments later, Chase and Cameron pulled up in front of Madame Maxime's Hotel, and the pair walked in.

"Do not talk," Cameron warned in a sharp whisper.

"What? Are you embarrassed of my Australian heritage?" Chase asked teasingly, and Cameron laughed slightly.

"Of course not. In fact, I find your accent very cute." She smiled. "But the Cullens do not have accents."

Chase weighed her logic. "Touché."

The pair approached the front desk, smiling. "Hello," Cameron greeted.

"Hello and welcome to the Madame Maxime's Hotel; how may I help you?" the woman at the front desk greeted.

"Um, I am Rosalie Cullen, and this is my brother, Jasper. Remember us? Our big family checked in a day or so ago?" Cameron said sweetly.

The receptionist nodded. "Ah! The Cullens." The redhead woman paused. "Hmm, did you dye your hair, Ms. Cullen? The brown looks lovely on you."

Cameron glanced down, blushing slightly. "Told you," Chase murmured, speaking slowly as he tried to use an American accent.

"Well, thank you," Cameron glanced down at the receptionist's nametag, "Amanda." Cameron stopped suddenly. If she told the woman that Rosalie had dyed her hair, something would be awry when the real Cullen girl came back a blond.

"Right now, it's a wig," Cameron said shyly. "I'm just trying it on to see how people react.

"Well, I like it." Amanda smiled. "Now, what can I help you two kids with?"

"Um, my dad's at the hospital working, and my mom has his other key, and she is shopping," Cameron said kindly. "We were wondering if you could lend us one just to get up there; we'll bring it back down when we are finished."

Amanda bit her lower lip. "Well, we're not really supposed to do that, since people could be imposters. However, I remember you guys, so I guess it is okay." Quickly, Amanda handed them the key, and Cameron smiled.

"Thank you. We will be back in a moment."

"Take your time," Amanda called after the duo.

When Chase and Cameron had safely turned the corner and were headed down a long hallway with rooms on either side, Chase started laughing.

"What?" Cameron asked, suddenly becoming self-conscious.

"'I am wearing a wig to see how people react to it'?" Chase quoted, laughing. Cameron chuckled, too.

"Yeah, I didn't expect her to fall for that," she admitted.

"Now I know why House takes advantage of dump people; it is so incredibly easy."

Chase and Cameron moved to the elevator, climbed in, and pressed the '6'. "Well, what about your American accent?" Cameron questioned, bursting into ripples of laughter. "You looked pained."

"Just like Jasper." Just then, the elevator stopped, and the front door opened. Standing right in front of them was Alice, Edward, and Emmett.

"Hello there, Cameron, Chase," Alice greeted, dancing into the elevator. She glanced at the buttons. "Are you two going to the sixth floor, too?"

Cameron nodded. "Yes, we are."

"Why?" the burly Emmett accused, and Edward stared at them.

"Because-" Cameron began, but Edward cut her off.

"She's lying," Edward said sharply.

"She didn't say anything!" Chase replied curtly. Edward merely shrugged.

"Everyone lies; surely your boss told you that."

"Why are you going to our apartment?" Alice asked sweetly.

Chase glanced nervously at Cameron, and they both decided to just tell the truth. "We needed to look to see if there was anything in your hotel room that was causing Bella's panic attacks."

"She seems to be traumatized about something," Cameron added, taking in all their expressions. Then, the elevator stopped, opening the door onto the sixth floor. All five of them stepped out, and the elevator shut behind them.

"So, someone told Bella something, and this is making her have these attacks?" Emmett mused, and then he laughed. "Cool!"

Alice slapped Emmett's arm lightly. She turned to Cameron and Chase. "Well, if you guys needed to look in our room, you could've asked."

Cameron nodded. "We're sorry."

"Liar!" Edward called sharply, pressing his card into the slot on the suite. The door swung open, and the five people stepped inside. The suite was a typical suite in an upper-class hotel, and Cameron and Chase diligently searched every corner of the suite.

The only things they found were three black bags, each one labeled 'Edward', 'Carlisle', or 'Emmett'. There were also 3 oversized Prada bags labeled 'Rosalie', and there were assorted make-up bags for her; two miniature duffle bags were dedicated to Bella, and a big suitcase was for Esme. However, in a corner all alone were eight or nine Luis Vuitton suitcases labeled 'Alice and Jasper'.

Cameron asked Alice about this, and she merely laughed her tinkling laugh. "Go big, or don't go at all."

After searching the house top to bottom under the watchful eye of Edward, Cameron and Chase decided there was nothing traumatizing in the hotel room, so they left. Before they did, though, Edward glared at them evilly.

Back in the car, Chase and Cameron drove back PPTH.

"I really thought we'd have found something," Cameron said, dejected. Chase shook his head.

"I didn't. I mean, it's not like they would take their torture devices with them when they traveled across the United States," Chase replied.

Cameron weighed what he had said. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

The pair of them drove back to the hospital in silence, wondering about what could be causing Bella's panic attacks.

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