A/N: Mucho mucho gracias' to SueBee for beta'ing and to SerenInNC and momof4 for pre-reading the fuckery. You guys made this process a whole helluva lot easier.

And thanks to everyone reading about three girls and their parents whom we love dearly even though they only *really* exist in our minds.


Chapter 8 - The Dick

Sunday, September 9th, 4:00PM Eastern Standard Time

"Yo yo."

"Jasper, it's..."

"Dude."

I have to just simply shake my fucking head. Even I don't get why I say it anymore.

I don't waste time with explaining myself too much, though. Not with Jasper. It's just not needed. "Listen, I need a solid."

"Shoot."

"Hanna..." the home phone rings, interrupting my ass, and I tell Jasper to hold on after Swan tells me it's Emmett, and that he says it's important.

"What."

"You sound stressed, bro. Did DC Metro already call or something?"

Again... I ask... although with a different tone of fucking voice this time, "What?"

"Uh... maybe this isn't a good time."

"Em. Spit it out."

"Did you loan Hanna the car tonight?"

Shit. I just know he's gonna fucking tell me she had another goddamn accident... or better yet, that she snuck into some place she's not supposed to be fucking sneaking into or somethin'... and then I'm sincerely... gonna lose... my fucking... shit.

I sighed and he said, "I didn't think so."

"She alright?"

'Cause if she is... she's not gonna be for long.

"She's fine, dude."

There's a small part of me that's glad she's okay.

A big part.

A huge fucking part, okay?

Em continues to tell me what I really don't wanna fucking hear. "It' really no big deal, bro. A buddy called me and said he pulled her over for running a red light and I just thought I'd check because she gave him some story about babysitting for me... and not wanting you to know she ate at McDonald's."

He chuckles. "You on some kind of a health kick or something?"

I practice my Sutra breathing.

Or try to at least.

"He let her off?"

"Yep." I make a mental note to have a talk with Emmett's grunts about pulling my daughter over... and letting her go.

"So we don't know where she is."

"Shit. No, dude, sorry. I just assumed she'd be on her way home if not there already, by now."

"Don't worry about it, Em... that it?"

"Yeah, hey... you need any help?"

"Nope. I'll fill ya in later."

I end the call and take a nice, long, deep breath of polluted Washington DC air in before I go back to Jasper.

"You still locked in to that tracking software and is it up and current on Hanna's phone?"

"Affirmative two-fold, my friend.."

"Can you tell me where she is right now?" Swan is just watching this shit unfold and I can see it in her eyes that she's gettin' a little worried, so I smirk and wink at her to let her know everything's gonna be fine.

And believe me when I say... everything better be the fuck fine.

"Hold on, let me see..." Jazz tells me and I hear him typing into his computer with only a few pauses in between mumblings like, "oh shit" and "Hanna, Hanna, Hanna".

"What?" For the love of fucking God, he's killing me.

"Well, the last thing on her phone's safari history shows she Yahoo Mapped directions to Radio City Music Hall up in NYC. She's about a quarter of the way there now."

I'm scowling. I know I'm fucking scowling but I can't help it.

And screw the breathing.

"Any texts or anything?"

More typing, less mumblings. "Not since about six hours ago," he tells me and then rattles off a couple of phone numbers I recognize as friends of hers. "Sorry, dude."

"It's all good, Jazz, thanks man."

"You want some company on this?"

"No, I think Hanna and I need a little Daddy Daughter quality time, if ya know what I mean."

"Not really."

Of course he didn't.

"Alright, I gotta go, Jazz, thanks again."

"Edward?" Swan's following me as I head out the front door with my cell phone and keys in one hand, the Colt in the other, getting ready to stuff it into the back of my jeans.

What?

You never fucking know. This is New York we're talking about, here.

"Don't even try talking me outta going, Swan."

"I wasn't, I just..."

She steps in front of me and I have to stop. The look in her eyes is telling me she doesn't want anything to happen to her little girl... or me and I really fucking hate it when Swan worries like that. So I force myself to take a beat... something I'd learned to do over the years, miraculously... and settle myself the fuck down for her.

I'm only flailing a little bit.

Honest.

"I'm not gonna do anything rash, Swan. I just wanna have a little talk with our daughter about the dangers of just... fucking taking off without anyone knowing where she is. For Christ's sake, the girl thinks she's..."

"Seventeen?" Swan asks as her fingers lift up to the sides of my head and run themselves through the ever so slightly greying hairs that are starting to show.

It's calming.

And yeah.

I know.

Trust me, every single motherfucking one of those grey hairs is courtesy of Hanna.

Swan's eyebrow raises up a little at me and she smiles, like she's reading my mind, reminding me silently of my own sneak outs and car borrowing and I know way the fuck more than my parents do moments.

By now, she knows most of the stories there are to be told. Most of them. It's one of the few cons to making up with my fuckery of a family... they never miss an opportunity to tell her about my and Emmett's "bad choices" over the years.

Unfortunately.

It's all fun and fucking games until your own daughter pulls that bullshit.

And it's all a really hard pill to swallow, but still...

"This is different... Bella, she's..." Jesus... my chest hurts when I even think about it. "I mean, shit... that's... fucking Hanna out there."

Swan tightens her smile and hugs the shit out of me before saying anything. Which is simply, "I know."

She makes me promise to keep her up to date as I slip into the only other fucking car we have left, and as I drive up the 395 toward New York, I do some Googling of my own. Like how to get into Radio City Music fucking Hall without a pass and whether or not an old friend of mine still works the stage door there or not.

And who exactly is attending this awards show that would cause Hanna to go to such an extreme measure and chance getting herself grounded for the rest of her fucking life?