Okay, so you guys have been great. I received a review that it was suspected that Rosalie was Bella. That was my original idea. But, since someone guessed it before I wrote it, I decided to take a different path. I hope you like where I went with this. Enjoy.


JPOV

It had been two weeks since that night I dreamed of Bella. Two weeks since there had been a sighting of Aro. Man, what I wouldn't give to have this mission over with.

I was laying on my bed, staring out the window at the moon. It was a crimson color that I know Bella would have loved. I remembered the way she looked under the night sky in Paris. Ugh, I can't keep doing this to myself.

I got up, ready to take a shower to calm myself. Only, before I had a chance to, my phone rang.

"Jake? This Rosalie. I need to talk you."

"Okay. Just come up to my room."

The line went dead. Not two minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, shocked at what I saw.

"Director Swan? What are you doing here?"

He had a guilty look on his face as he responded. "I need to be completely honest with you. Rosalie, let's get in here before we are seen."

They both stepped in my room, closing the door behind them. "Honest about what, Director?"

"First, you might as well start calling me Charlie. Next, Rosalie isn't Rosalie."

I looked over at the young Hispanic girl. She took out her contacts and pulled off her wig. Her real eye color was green, and she had short, spiky black hair. "My name is Alice. I'm another agent and one of Bella's best friends." Looking at Charlie for permission to continue, he nodded. "Bella is here. In Mexico. We just found out last month. Aro has her. He sent back the burned body of someone else and made us think it was Bella."

I could feel my knees growing weak, so I sat down on the bed. I looked at a very hesitant Charlie. "There's more, isn't there?" He nodded in response. "Well, out with it."

He sat beside me before talking. "There is a lot more to this case than anyone realizes. Aro took Bells hostage as a form of revenge. Against me. We have a big past history."

Placing my head in my hands and leaning forward, I asked, "How big?"

"He's my brother."

I looked up at him, shock more than likely written on my face. "Does Bella know?"

His silence was answer enough for me.

Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she trust me?


BPOV

I looked around the little cell I was sitting in. The cot was dingy and there was a single bucket in the corner for me to use should I have to empty my bladder. I was still wearing the clothes I had on that last day in Paris.

I never heard any voices. If I didn't know any better, I would think I'd been left here to rot. However, there was always dried bread and water left in my cell when I woke up in the morning.

If I were to guess, I would say I'd lost a good 20 pounds in the time I have been here. That combined with my wound, which is probably infected, has left me really weak. I pray that I don't have to defend myself anytime soon.

I reached into my boot and pulled out my cell phone. I tried my first night here to call Jake, but I have no signal. So, instead, I turn it on every so often to look at the picture of me and Jake from all those years ago. Unfortunately, I won't even be able to do that much longer. My battery is starting to die.

I dream of him every night. I finally fell in love only to have it snatched away. The last thing I remembered from that fateful night was watching Jake get hit in the head by Aro himself. I hope he is still alive. I'm sure everyone thinks I'm dead so hopefully they will be able to move on soon. The one good thing that came from this is that my dad is safe. For now.

A door slamming startled me. I could hear footsteps getting closer. I quickly hid my phone back in my boot, not wanting to lose my only connection to the outside world.

"Well, Isabella Swan, looks like your father has come to town." Aro's voice carried through the darkness and to my ears.

"What are you talking about?" My voice was raspy.

"It seems that someone let it slip that you were here. So, now the CIA is on my case again, led by my little brother himself."

"He isn't your brother." I knew the story. My father told me before I went under cover.

"Oh, but he is."

"No. Genetics count for nothing where you are concerned. My father was raised by the Swans. They taught him right. They are our family. You are a Volturi. The only thing you are to us is another criminal that must be taken off the streets. Just like your brothers."

"Yes, they were murdered. By your partner."

"What do you mean? He is one of you."

Aro sneered. "No, my dear. We know he is with you. His room had been tapped since before he arrived. We requested he be put in that room. It seems that Riley is the only one left in my family that I can trust."

Then, before I could register what happened, Aro slapped me hard enough to almost break my neck. Not allowing me to recover first, he quickly followed it with three more hits. I fell over on the floor, holding my now throbbing jaw, knowing it was more than likely broken.

"Don't worry, darling niece. No one will see you like this. Your body will be gone before they find this place."

He drew back to punch me again. Just as his hand made contact with my throat, the door burst open.

He turned around, startled at the interruption. My father and Jake, along with one of my best friends, Alice, stood behind him, all with a gun pointed at his head.

He snarled at them. "Who let you in here? How did you find us?"

Riley walked in, his gun trained steadily on Aro as well. "I did." Riley was also one of ours. The thing was, the only ones who knew were me and my father. Yes, Riley shot me, but that was my idea. He and I were the only ones in on that plan because we knew no one else would allow it to take place.

As my father ran to my side, Aro attempted to rush the other three. Big mistake. All at once, the remaining agents fired. Aro fell to the floor with a large hole in his forehead.

Alice and Riley left the room to call in the clean up team. Jake joined me and Charlie on the floor in the corner.

"Bells, are you okay?" I looked up at my dad, seeing nothing but concern and love in his brown eyes. I tried to answer, but all that came out was a choked reply from my damaged trachea.

"Don't try to talk. We'll get you some help. Jake, stay with her while I go call for an ambulance." He nodded as my dad walked out.

I held out my hand to Jake, urging him to my side. He came to me, but I could see something in his face that worried me. Guarding the love was sadness, worry, and most surprising, anger. He held me in his arms, rocking me back and forth, but never once spoke. I fell asleep, soaking in the essence that was my true love, worried that he did not love me anymore.

So, what did you think? No, it isn't the end yet. Anyone who has read my profile knows that I live for HEA's (happily ever afters). So, review and let me know what you thought.