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Oh, can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Every move you make, every step you take
I'll be watching you

"Every Breath You Take" ~The Police
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JPOV

I finish my shift at six and notice a missed call from Bella followed by several from Emmett, but there are no messages from either one.

What the hell?

I dial Bella first to let her know I'll be on my way after I pick up our Thai food, but my call goes straight to voicemail. I leave a short message and decide to try Emmett as well.

Emmett answers, completely out of breath, before the first ring is finished.

"Damn it, Jasper. Where the fuck are you?" His voice is strained and anxious and I hear a female voice in the background getting louder.

"I just got off my shift. What's wrong?"

"Just come over to the bar now. We need you."

"Who's 'we', and why do you need me? I'm supposed to have dinner with Bella," I pause and glance at my watch. "Um, like right now, and we can come over after that." I've had a really long day and I just want to relax and be with Bella. Why is he trying to ruin my night?

"No, you need to come here before you do anything." There's a deep sigh on the other end of the phone, and I can picture him running his hand through his hair.

"Just spit it out, Emmett! What the fuck is going on!" I know I'm yelling, but what little patience I had is now gone.

"It's about Bella."

My hearts stops in my chest, waiting to beat again after I hear the answer to my next question.

"What about her?" I whisper, barely able to move sound past the lump in my throat. I hear another sigh, and I wish I could crawl through the phone to beat the fucking answer out of him.

"She's missing, J. Rose thinks James took her."

Rage surges through me when I think of that animal's paws on my Bella. I can't stop the growl that escapes my throat, and I begin jogging to my car. Emmett's still talking but I can no longer focus on him, so I interrupt. "I'll be there as soon as possible."

I snap my phone shut, making it to my car in record time. I peel out of the parking lot and race to Emmett's bar, barely shutting the car off before I'm out the door and jogging down the sidewalk to the brightly lit door. Upon entering, I notice the bar is completely empty except for Emmett and Rose sitting on stools at the far end. He's got his arm around her shoulders while tears run down her face and she punches her fist into her hand.

"Where the fuck is Bella?!" Their heads both snap up as I bellow across the room.

"Hey dude! You got here fast!" He smiles up at me like he's proud that I was speeding.

I can't handle small talk right now and the incredulous look Rose is giving him says it all. "Fuck that, Em. Answer the fucking question!"

Rose speaks up this time, glaring at Emmett who snaps his mouth shut. "I was on a job that lasted 'til about four today, so I didn't get her message until then. She called in a panic because James was pounding on her door, then she said it was okay because he left." She buries her face in her hands, and I can barely hear her shaking voice as she continues. "And then the screams started. I went to her apartment as soon as I got the message and it's a mess, furniture turned over. I think he may have dragged her out."

My vision clouds with anger as I picture her tiny body being dragged by this man. "I swear I will end him if he's harmed her."

"What are you going to do, Jasper?" Rose challenges me, her voice rising. "He actually has guns and thugs. He's actually killed people. What can you do?"

I'm ready to fight my way in there, guns blazing, but she's right, I don't actually have any guns. So, I think of the next best choice. "Well, then we should call the police."

Rose snorts. "The police in this town don't give a fuck about her, or me, or any hookers for that matter. They're not going to come to rescue a prostitute from her pimp."

My frustration grows because I know she speaks the truth. My body is in fight or flight mode, and I can feel the adrenal coursing through my veins. I have this overwhelming need to rescue her, protect her. Then, we can run away and be together, free of James and everything standing between us; just me and the girl I love.

I pace, trying to think of a solution, channeling my energy into something useful. This is what I'm good at. I make plans and protocols for life or death situations. I can do this.

That's it!

I turn to face Emmett and Rose. "Okay. I think I have a plan. Rose, do you know where James lives?" She nods. "And this is most likely where he took Bella?"

"I would think so. It's his lair, as he calls it, and where all his goons hang out."

"How easy is it to get to?"

"Well, it's just an apartment, but he owns the whole building. He'll be up on the third floor."

"Do you think you can get in there, Rose?"

"No!" Emmett interrupts, standing and waving his arms across his body as if to negate the words. "I won't let her go in there. That guy's a fucking psycho! Who knows what he'd do to her?"

"You won't let me, huh? Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" Rose stands and glares at Emmett and I swear he shrinks just a little under her gaze.

"I'm just a guy..." He takes a deep breath, stealing himself, before looking directly into her eyes. "Just a guy who's completely head over heels for you. I can't just watch you walk into danger like that."

Rose face softens immediately and her hand gently cups Emmett's cheek. "Aww, baby. Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"Are you kidding me? You could have anything and everything," he explains while gesturing at her body. "Why would you go for me, a nothing bartender?"

"Oh, Em. I can't have anything, and I would definitely go for a bartender." She leans in closer, kissing him chastely on his cheek. "Especially one who looks like he just stepped out of my wet dream."

Emmett's jaw drops and he suddenly wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.

I clear my throat, but they are oblivious, like there's nothing in the world but them. "Um, guys," I start, but they don't pause. "Guys!"

Rose suddenly backs away from Emmett and straightens her dress, while Emmett looks sheepishly at his shoes.

"I mean, I'm glad you're...whatever you are now, but can we get back to the planning."

"Yeah, sorry dude. That mouth of hers just does that to me. I can't help it."

He sits in the closest bar stool and pulls Rose into his lap who giggles and bats him away. I wonder briefly what the hell we think we're doing. It sounds like a bad joke. A doctor, a bartender and a prostitute walk into a pimp's apartment...

"Well, I hope you got that out of your system. Now let's get serious."

Rose stands and matches my pacing while Emmett watches us walk back and forth from his perch on the stool.

"I can get in there, no problem," Rose offers. "Nobody would stop me. I'm there all the time, dropping packages off or turning in money from the girls."

"Does he ever have customers stop by there? For girls? Or drugs?"

"Sure, all the time." She shrugs and then looks us both up and down. "Girls would be more believable for you two. You aren't dirty enough for the drugs he sells."

"Okay, girls then. We'll show up soon after and pretend to be customers. Once we get in the door, you distract James, we'll grab Bella and then we'll all get the hell out of there."

"Good plan to get in and get the girl, except for all the guys with guns blocking your way out." Rose rolls her eyes, and flops down in a chair.

"Right." I run my hands through my hair in frustration. Damn those fucking bastards and their guns. Why do the bad guys always have guns?

"Actually, they're not the only ones with guns. I have one." Emmett smiles at me like we won the lottery and I'm pissed he didn't mention this before.

"Are you kidding me with this shit?!" I stalk over to his reclined body, leaning into his face. "When were you going to bring this up?"

He stands up and glares down at me and I back up a couple steps. I forgot how fucking huge he is.

"You and Rose were doing all the planning, but I was going to say something. I got it for bar security, but really I just leave it in the safe. I'll go get it then we better get going."

Emmett heads to the back room to retrieve his gun and I take a moment to catch my breath. I notice Rose glaring at me and I just can't hold in my frustrations any longer.

"What, Rose? What the fuck did I do now?"

"Well, first off you have no reason to be yelling at anyone, least of all Emmett. That guy would do anything for you, including walk into a pimp's place with a gun to try to get your girl back."

I sigh and rub my hands on my face, realizing that I've probably been a bit of a shit. "Yeah."

"So, when he gets back, apologize. Then we'll go get your Bella."

My Bella. That's what all this madness is for.

Emmett walks swiftly back into the bar with his keys in his hand and nods his head at us. Rose nudges me with her foot and I turn to glare at her, but soften my expression as she nods her head at Emmett.

"Hey listen, Em. I'm sorry I got in your face, man."

"S'alright. I was thinking, if that were Rose in there, I wouldn't have formed a plan, just busted my way in there. And that kind of approach wouldn't do anyone any good right now."

"Well, I'm glad you're on my side." I clap him on the back and he smiles back at me.

"No worries, man. We're both just a couple of love-sick fools."

We leave quickly, locking the bar on the way out and crowd into Emmett's Jeep, Rose and Emmett in the front with me in the back. We ride in silence except for occasional instructions from Rose and soon we're parking at the curb behind a monstrous black SUV.

"That's James' truck," Rose points at the SUV. "He's here." She glances out the window at the building. "Huh, that's odd."

"What's odd?"

"There's usually a few guys sitting out on the porch at all times and there's no one here. What is he planning?"

We exit the Jeep and stare up at the lights emanating from the third floor windows.

"Well, someone's home," I whisper. "Let's get this show on the road."

We walk up the steps and enter the building, following Rose up the stairs to the third floor. Rose pauses at the door to the apartment, hand poised to knock.

"I still don't like it, Rosie. You shouldn't go in there alone." Emmett pleads, whispering in the empty, dark hall.

"Sugar, I've dealt with much worse than James in my life. I'll be fine. And you'll be right here if I need you. No worries." She smiles and pats him on the cheek.

"Well, at least give me a kiss for luck."

She leans over and places a small kiss on his lips, smiling when they part.

"Let's do this. For Bella," she says, moving back to her spot in front of the door.

Rose knocks loudly and assuredly and we hear muffled shouts and James cursing. Suddenly, the apartment is quiet and footsteps approach the door from the other side. Emmett and I quickly duck down the hallway so we can't be seen.

"Who's there?" a gruff male voice calls through the door.

"It's me, Rose. I got the cash from last night."

"Anyone wit' ya?"

"Nah, it's just me. And where the fuck are all your guys?"

We hear the deadbolt slide and the door crack open. From our hiding place, I can see a head of dirty blond hair, tangled and unruly peek into the hall. He looks up and down the hallway and we cringe into the shadows to avoid his gaze.

"They're takin' care of some bis'ness."

He wraps his arm around Rose's waist, ushering her inside and quickly shuts the door behind them. I don't hear the deadbolt relock as we sneak back to our positions by the door.

We hear James muffled voice and then Rose yelling back. A second female voice joins in, and I immediately recognize it as Bella's.

"Bella," I whisper, laying my hand on the door. "She's in there, Em."

"We'll get her back, bro." He lays his hand on my shoulder, and I feel his calm resolve flow into me.

"I can't lose her, not now. I love her."

"I know, man. Just let Rosie do her thing, and we'll go in and get her out."

A loud smack echoes through the door and a single shout from Rose followed by thunderous cursing from James.

"He did not just hit Rose!" Emmett backs from the door, his face twisted in fury.

"Oh no! Hold up, Em. Don't do anything stupid. Remember the plan."

"Fuck the plan!" Emmett lunges at the door with his shoulder and the frame cracks with the pressure. He backs up again and, with a running start, knocks the door off its hinges.

We burst into the living room and see Rose on the floor with a reddening cheek. With James' attention directed at the door, she's trying desperately to untie Bella from a chair. James is staring at us in confusion with a gun held slack in his hand at his side. Emmett and I immediately duck behind the half-wall leading into the kitchen as he raises the gun and fires a couple rounds at the door.

"No!" Bella screams, causing James to turn his attention back to her. "Please, please don't hurt them!"

I peek around the corner and lock eyes with Bella from my position on the floor. I can't see James but she darts her eyes to the left, so I assume he is still in the room. Rose sits next to Bella, continuing to stealthily untie the ropes now that James' attention is focused on them again.

Tears start to form in Bella's eyes. "I'm so sorry," she mouths and I shake my head at her. The silly girl has nothing to be sorry for.

"Oh, is this your precious Jasper come to save you?" he sneers at Bella, and I can see his gun and hand approaching her head. "Come out, come out, cowboy. Come save your slut!" James taunts us, coming completely back into view.

I duck back toward the kitchen, my back to the wall, and clench my teeth but try to stay calm. "Just let her go, she's done nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing?! She's tryin' to run off with the pretty doctor! And she's mine, cowboy. I won't let you take 'er."

"Be reasonable, James. You can't keep her against her will."

"Reasonable? You're tryin' to steal 'er from me. I tell you, she's mine," he finishes with a growl.

Bella gasps and I risk exposure by looking around the corner again. I see that Rose has completely untied her, but now James has her by the hair, the point of the gun aimed at her temple.

"James, baby, please. You don't want to do this," Rose begs.

"Rose, baby," he sneers. "Shut the fuck up!" He points the gun at the floor and fires a shot, making both Rose and Bella jump and whimper. In the distance, I hear sirens getting closer, but this is escalating quickly.

He leans in to Bella, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her briefly. She struggles and tries to push him away. He backs away slightly, laughing. His laughter ends abruptly and he stumbles a step as Bella smacks him across the face with her open hand.

"You fuckin' bitch! If that's the way you want to play, then fuck you." His hand flies and her head snaps back from the force of the blow. "Don't worry, B. Your boyfriend will soon join you in hell!"

He steps back and raises the gun to point at her head. I quickly scramble from my hiding place before I have a chance to think. I launch myself at Bella, knocking her from the chair and turning her body away from the blast just as the gun goes off. A searing white pain pierces through my chest and I fall heavily on top of Bella. Behind me, I hear Emmett yelling for James to drop the gun and Rose screaming.

Under me, Bella begins to stir and I roll to my side as I put my arm protectively around her. She sobs into my chest and wraps her arms tightly around me. I grimace slightly at the increased pressure, but relax as I breathe in the scent of her hair and feel her warm breath on my cheek.

"Oh my God, Jasper. I was so scared he was going to kill someone. I've never seen him like that."

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Don't worry, it's all over now." Breathing is becoming more difficult and I can barely force the words passed my lips.

"Jasper? What's wrong?" Her beautiful brown eyes search my face for answers and I try to smile back at her, but my energy is gone.

"Nothing. Now that you are safe." I want to reach up to cup her face, but my hand won't follow my command anymore. I can feel the warmth slipping from my body with each moment that passes, each beat of my heart.

Bella releases her hold on me, sits up slightly and reaches toward my face. She stares at her hand and frowns with confusion, then her eyes widen in fear.

"Jasper, there's blood, so much blood. It's all over...my hands," she murmurs. Then reality hits her and she shouts over my shoulder, "Rose! Emmett! I think Jasper's been shot!"

"Shit," Rose swears and I hear her approaching from behind me although I can't move my head any longer. The sirens sound like they are just outside the building now and there are flashes of red and blue on the wall that start to blur together.

Rose helps Bella flip me onto my back and Bella's bottom lip trembles as she looks down at my chest. Her hands flutter in the space between us as tears leave course tracks down her cheeks. I smile up at her trying to reassure her.

"Bella, press your hands here." Rose guides Bella's hands to my side and I grunt with the pain as she pushes into my chest.

Bella's worried face fills my field of vision. "It's fine, right? You're going to be fine."

I look into Rose's tight face and she turns as police officers storm into the room. My eyes are so heavy and I'm having trouble keeping them open.

"No, no, Jasper, you can't leave me. You promised you would never leave me." The panic in Bella's voice brings me back from the edge.

"I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry, my darlin'."

Bella looks up past me for a minute, nods her head and turns back to my, smiling through her tears. "Jasper, honey, the police say there's an ambulance on its way. It's almost here. You have to hold on. For me, baby, hold on for me."

I think I nod my head but my mind is somehow disconnected from my body and I'm not sure where I am. I try to focus on Bella's deep brown eyes, pale skin, how it feels to kiss her full lips, how her hair is silky soft and slips through my fingers effortlessly, how I never want to leave her side.

I feel myself surrounded by more people and Bella's warm presence fades. I feel her grasp my hand as I'm lifted onto a gurney and wheeled into the hallway. She lets go as we descend the stairs, but she's back at my side when I'm placed in the ambulance.

An EMT rattles off my vitals on the radio, and I know I'm dying. Those numbers don't lie. I need to tell Bella something. I need her.

I look at her beautiful face, trying to etch it onto my soul. I squeeze her hand and she leans closer. My eyes close of their own volition, but her heavenly face still floats in my vision. She is safe. She is alive. I saved her.

"No! Jasper, hold on! I love you! Didn't you hear me? I love you! You can't leave me!" Her sweet pleas break my heart and I try to force my words out.

I know, sweet girl. I love you, too.

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A/N: One chapter left and I will post it as soon as possible. And for anyone who thinks "Every Breath You Take" is romantic, I'm sorry to say it's always been creepy-stalker song to me.

I know that this seems like a horrible place to end this chapter, and you may not like me very much right now, but the last and final chapter will be posted this weekend, Sunday at the latest. Promise. And I have big hugs for anyone who may need them...

Big thanks to my beta, mhl1115, we've almost made it through this, bb. And an extra special hug for my SIL who preread this bitch for me.