A/N: This is the missing scene where Charlie finds out Bella has been kidnapped. It's sad, so tissue warning. I swear they won't all be sad, but we have a few more to get through before it's happy times again. Next outtake will be posted Friday.

ChPOV: The Phone Call

(July 17th)

"No!" I screamed at the TV, when the stupid ump called strike. If that was a strike, I'll eat my hat. The phone started ringing in the kitchen, so I set my beer down to make my way in there. Still pissed at the bad call, I answered gruffly, in no mood for telemarketers.

"Chief Swan speaking."

"Chief Swan? Charles Swan?" a stern voice asked.

That got my attention. Nobody called me Charles, 'cept idiots that didn't know me. Irritated already, I was brisk.

"Yes."

"Mr. Swan, this is Detective Jonathan Aro with the Seattle Police Department."

His voice was hesitant, but all I wanted to believe is that they needed help with a case. Clearing my throat, I was a little less curt.

"What can I help you with, Detective?"

"Sir, I regret to inform you that I'm calling about your daughter, Isabella Swan."

My hands shaking, I struggled to keep the phone at my ear.

"Well? Spit it out already!"

"Sir…sir, she's been kidnapped. She was taken from the Whole Foods Market earlier this evening at-"

"What precinct are you at?" I interrupted crossly.

"Four, sir," he answered immediately.

"I'll be there in two hours," I snapped, hanging up the phone, knocking it off the wall with my force. Running upstairs to my room, I grabbed my badge, gun and wallet, stumbling into my boots as I ran back down to the cruiser. I turned the lights on before it was even in drive, trying to call my deputy to let him know I'd be taking an indefinite leave of absence. After four tries of dialing my cell, I realized my fingers were too shaky to get the job done.

I threw it onto the floorboard, picking up the radio to call dispatch.

"Sandy, Chief Swan, calling in. Over."

A crackle, and then her scratchy voice came through. "This is dispatch. What's your ten-four, Chief?"

"Sandy, I'm in Seattle until further notice. Eric's in charge. Only call me for emergencies, understand? Over."

There was a bit of silence, until her voice came back on. "Charlie? What's going on?"

"Bel…Bells…she…kidnapped."

I couldn't even say it out loud. Somewhere, I realized she copied that and got off, but I was already pulling off the highway, not two seconds after getting on. I barely made it out of the car before I was puking everywhere, the thought that it was the last of the lasagna she made for me on her last visit even sicker.

There was this pain in my chest that ached, but it didn't feel like what a heart attack should. I'd seen my friend Harry die a few years back, and that's not what this was. I punched at it in vain, trying to make it stop, but the longer I sat there, doin' nothing but be sick when I should be looking for my baby, it got worse. I wiped my mouth off with my sleeve and trudged back to the cruiser, where the engine was still running and the lights were still blaring.

The entire drive there was excruciatingly painful, only my thoughts to keep me company.

Should've never let her move away. Should've kicked Jacob out of Forks instead.

Should've visited her more. Could've been there with her today. It never would've happened.

Who the hell would do this? A crazy fan? A stalker?

She always was a pretty girl…Never told her enough.

Never told her anything nice. Couldn't even tell her I loved her first. Barely even hug her anymore.

She's always been so brave. Did she cry for me?

Goddamnit, I'm gonna be sick again.

Disgusted with myself for being weak, I pulled off into the emergency lane, throwing up again into the trees, mostly dry heaves at this point. It was a waste of time to be letting my nerves get the best of me when I had somewhere to be.

I roared as loud as I could as the pain in my chest grew again, almost burning me from the inside out.

"Why! Why her! Take me instead! I'll do anything!" I screamed, picking up a nearby rock and throwing it at the sky. It landed with a thud a few feet away, and all I felt was defeat.

I'd never been a religious man, but I could change that in a heartbeat if that would make a difference for my baby.

"Please," I rasped, looking up at the sky again. "Please, if there's anybody or anything up there. Please let her be okay. She's…she's a good person. One of the only good ones on this planet. She doesn't deserve this. Please let her come back to me, let me find her…I need the chance to tell her I love her. She has her whole life ahead of her. She deserves to find a good man, get married, have a bunch of little Bella-babies that look just like her…Please, if you have to take me in her place, I'll do it. I'm old, I've lived my life…Take me, let her go…And, uh, I'd like the chance to kill the guy before you take me, if that's at all possible. Er…Amen."

I tried to copy that cross thing that my mom had done when I was a kid, but I wasn't sure I got it quite right. Didn't matter. If I had to throw up on myself, I wasn't getting out of that car again until I reached the precinct.

About half and hour out, my phone started ringing, and I stupidly hoped it was Bella.

"Bells?" I asked hopefully.

"Charlie!" my ex-wife's sobbing voice screamed through the speaker. "Did you hear? Did they call you? Have you heard from her? Do you know any-"

"Charlie, um, hi, this is Phil. I'm assuming you've already been contacted?"

I sighed heavily, nodding and then catching myself. This wasn't Skip or Sky or whatever it was Bella bought me for Christmas last year.

Goddamnit, thinking her name hurts so bad.

"I'm on my way to Seattle now, Phil. Did you just receive the call?"

"Just got home from a game and got the message. Can't get a flight out until later tonight. We'll be there in the morning, first thing. Is there…Can we…"

I could tell he genuinely didn't know what to do with himself, Renee's crushing sobs ringing in the background, probably distracting him.

"Phil, we'll figure it out in the morning. Go on and tend to her. Call me when you get in."

"Will do, Charlie…We'll get her back."

I coughed uncomfortably, given this was probably the longest I'd ever spoken to Phil in the eight years since he married Renee.

"Yeah…Uh…Bye."

I hung up before he could respond, not able to take another second of Renee's wails in the background. I'd long since gotten over any romantic-type feelings for Renee, but we had a lifelong connection in Bella and it still pained me to hear her cry like that. The way I wanted to right now, too.

I found the precinct without too much trouble, ignoring some pointed looks from the other cops standing outside and smoking as I pulled into the cops' lot. Walking in, the tired officer showed me to the situation room, which would have been easy enough to find with all the noise going on back there.

"Can I help you, sir?" a weary-looking officer asked, dressed in plainclothes.

"I'm Charlie Swan…" I began, cutting off as his eyes opened wide.

"You weren't kidding about that two hours," he muttered under his breath. Holding out his hand, he shook mine firmly. "Detective Jonathan Aro, you can call me Jon."

"Charlie," I repeated, just for polite measure. "Tell me what you've got."

"This way," he gestured, leading me to the board. A picture of a strung-out looking man was at the top, obviously the perp.

"You got an ID?" I asked immediately, memorizing his face. One bullet, that's all I'd need. Or maybe a dull spoon and some rope…

He shook his head apologetically. "We've got a partial print, that's all. It's running now. Abduction occurred just before six p.m. this evening. She was taken along with a minor child."

"A child? Whose child?" I asked incredulously.

"I'll let my partner fill you in on his case," he explained, motioning to another detective walking up to us.

"Marcus Scotts," he offered with a shake of his hand. "I'm officially in charge of Lily Cullen's case, but we're working in tandem together for this one. Her family already gave me permission to discuss it with you, and with yours, I'd like to be able to fill them in on yours as well."

"Of course," I agreed automatically. "Anything to get this case solved quickly."

"Lily Cullen, age 4. Daughter of Edward Cullen. Mother unknown at this time. Mr. Cullen and his daughter were grocery shopping together when the abduction took place. She and your daughter were taken at gunpoint. Mr. Cullen suffered a panic attack and had to be sedated. I'm about to head over to his house now to wait for him to wake up and inform him of the situation."

Poor man. Had to watch his baby taken away right in front of his eyes.

"And what is the situation at this time? What do you know?"

"Not much," Jon sighed. "We're running the plates, but they're not coming up yet. It's a waiting game. His picture's all over every news channel, his prints are running through our database now, the hotline's set up, but all the calls are from the news channels. Border Patrol's on the lookout, Highway Patrol, but so far…nothing."

I sagged into a chair, looking around for a distraction, something I could do to be helpful.

"Where can I get a cup of coffee?"

I needed something to clear my head a bit.

"Masen!" Marcus shouted at a random officer. "Bring Chief Swan here a cup o' joe!"

"Thanks," I nodded wearily in gratitude. "So where's your media people? Anyone calling for interviews yet? She's…she's pretty well known, as much as I hate to use that to an advantage, I'm not above it. We can make sure they give just as much screen time for the little girl, too."

"She was on vacation, but she's on her way back now to handle the case personally. She should be here by morning to devise a plan. We've contacted Mrs. Dwyer-"

"I know, I spoke with her and Phil on the way here. They'll be here in the morning."

"Right," Jon nodded. "Is there anybody else we can call for you?"

"No…We're all we've got," I swallowed, looking away briefly.

"Can we go through the standard?" Jon asked, holding up a statement form.

I sighed, rubbing my face roughly and taking a big swig of the nasty department coffee before nodding.

"Alright, do you know of anyone who may wish Ms. Swan harm?"

"There's no one. She keeps to herself for the most part, visits me once a month, sees her friend Angela once a week. That's it."

"So no boyfriends? Jealous exes? Crazed fans?"

I shook my head, Jacob's dog-ugly face flashing in my mind for only a second. "No, no boyfriends, at least none she wanted to talk to me about. Might ask her mother or Angela, I dunno. As far as exes go, she's just got one and that's not him. And he wouldn't do something like that. I'm no fan of his, but even I know that. Crazies…I admit I wondered the same on the way here. But I think she would have told me if that were somethin' she was dealin' with. And she's never made any mention to me."

"Well, I'm heading out to the Cullens. I'll fill you in as soon as there's something to tell," Marcus spoke as he stood, grabbing a folder off his desk.

I nodded absently to him, returning my attention to Jon as he fidgeted.

"I didn't think so. We're not sure exactly who we're dealing with, but there's something else you should know. In the grocery store, during the abduction, he referred to them as Victoria and Abigail. Bella as Victoria to be specific. He…was very adamant from what we understand from the other witnesses we spoke to that she wasn't allowed to identify herself as anything else," he spoke quickly and I knew right away he was leaving something out. Probably to spare me. I'd done it myself for families dozens of times.

"Do you have security footage?" I asked briskly, already knowing he did.

"Look, Charlie, yes, we do, but I don't think it's a good idea for you t-"

"I'm a grown man. I don't need you telling me what I need. Let me see it," I demanded, standing and looking around the room.

He gauged the look on my face carefully, nodding in defeat when he realized I wasn't backing down. Opening the laptop on his desk, he tapped a few keys before turning it toward me.

"A witness placed the 911 call by hitting the emergency button on their phone and setting it down on a shelf. It took us a while to bounce the signal off a tower. We could hear the commotion, but we had no idea whether he was still inside when law enforcement arrived. Mr. Cullen actually came outside to speak with the officers at the scene."

"I thought you said he collapsed?" I interrupted.

Jon shook his head. "That was after he'd helped them assess the situation. From what I understand, he tried to call his parents and…"

"How old is this guy?" I wondered. Jon was makin' him sound like a teenage dad.

"Twenty-eight. I believe his parents help him with his daughter while he works," he explained.

Poor bastard. That's a real man that'll take care of his daughter alone.

I shook my head at my thoughts. "Alright. Play it."

So I watched. I watched my baby girl laugh with that cute little kid, I watched her jump away from that crazy bastard when he started shooting up the grocery store. I twitched in my seat as I watched him backhand my baby. Jon was right. As soon as I saw him put the gun in her mouth, I was done.

I choked up nasty coffee and bile and maybe even a little blood and acid into his trashcan, that image burning itself into my brain for eternity.

I was a small-town cop. I didn't see that kind of violence often, and never did I want to see it with my own daughter. This…this was every parent's worst nightmare come to life and…my baby.

I was seeing flashes behind my eyelids. How tiny she was the day she was born, how scared I'd been to hold her. The first drooly kiss she gave me, her first tooth, her first steps…all the firsts I saw only in pictures, once Renee took her away. I was sick with myself, thinking of all those fishing trips I took when I could've been home with her, the times I took the extra shift at work instead of letting somebody else handle it.

He helped lead me to a bathroom to splash some water on my face, not saying anything about my episode. I was glad for that, because I was wound up tight and would love to have somebody to unleash upon some of this pain I was feeling. We stayed there for a while until I felt better, walking back into quite the commotion in the situation room.

"What's going on?" he asked anybody around.

"Tacoma PD just sent in a security video from a pharmacy robbery three weeks ago. It's got our guy," one of the officers explained, already setting up Jon's laptop. "Scotts just called. The Cullens are coming in."

We watched as the perp terrorized the pharmacists, lining them up against a wall. He clearly had a power complex as he took pleasure in making them cry and piss themselves, laughing at them. We watched as he very carefully selected bottles from the shelves, tossing them into a bag. Before Jon could even ask, a list was being handed to him. His face was grim as he handed it to me, pointing to the last line.

Oxycontin.

He took every last pill in stock, but he didn't look like a druggie. My jaw clenched as I imagined what he was using them for. Son-of-a-bitch was gonna drug my baby. Maybe even that little one, too.

A dull spoon it would be, asshole.

I gave it back to him and stood, my hands shaking.

"Let me help with the hotlines for a bit. I…I need to not think about that, what I saw…"

"Come with me, Charlie," Jon stood as well, motioning me back to the row of phones. We worked on the phones together for minutes, hours, I didn't know, but after a while, he motioned for a couple of officers to come take our place as he stood.

"The Cullens are here, Charlie," he explained softly, jerking his chin toward the large group of people huddled around Marcus's desk. One of them I recognized right away. The dad from the video. Edward Cullen.

For a split second, I wanted to be angry at him. I wanted to scream at him for letting that monster take my little girl. But as we were introduced, any chance I had to hold onto that hate vanished.

"Edward. Edward Cullen, Lily's dad," he barely choked out, his voice cracking and his chin quivering, his hand shaking slightly in mine.

This was a man who watched his life ripped away from him, right in front of his eyes. And I was a smart enough man to know he couldn't've done anything to stop him. This was a man torn apart, everything I was feeling reflected back at me in his face.

At that moment, we were one in the same.

"And I'm Bella's," I whispered back. I could say her name to him. He was the only other one who knew what this felt like. Didn't mean I was gonna cry in front of anybody, though. I blinked back the wetness in my eyes as he introduced everyone, the little short one sliding right up to me.

She was a tiny thing, even tinier than Bella, but around the same age. She threw her arms around my neck and I didn't really know what to do. I knew her heart was in the right place, so I tried to give her a little pat in return, her face shining brightly as she pulled away. I wanted to give her a smile back, but that just wasn't happening yet.

"Nice to meet you all," I nodded.

I stood back as the family was brought up to speed on the Tacoma robbery, until the mother spoke up.

"Charlie?" she said quietly.

I tried not to grimace as I searched my brain for her name. "Yes, um, Esme, is it?"

"Where are you staying?" she smiled. "You're not planning on travelling back to Forks, are you? At least not tonight?"

"No, I'm not going back tonight. I had some vacation time coming to me, so I've been able to take the next few days off at least. I, uh, I was planning on finding a motel somewhere close by. I suppose I could stay at Bells' place, but…" I stopped there, because I knew damn well that was a lie.

Her smile grew even warmer. "No, Charlie. You'll come stay with us. Alice and Jasper are going to be staying in her old room, along with Emmett and Rose in his. Edward will be there, and we have plenty of spare space. If we're all located together it will make receiving information that much faster. Now, do you want to follow us now, or would you like to ride along with one of us?"

It doesn't really sound like she left an option for no…

"I'd really hate to impose, it's not really any trouble to get a-"

She cut me off straight away, her voice firm. "Nonsense, Charlie. And whenever Bella's mother and stepfather arrive, they're welcome to stay there as well. Let's head home, it's getting very late."

I didn't know what to say. If I said no, I would seem ungrateful and probably hurt her feelings, and I couldn't deal with crying women.

"Come on, Charlie. You're tired, we're tired. You need your rest if we're going to find Bella and Lily," the tiny one said as she walked up to me and slipped her arm around mine. "I'll ride with you and show you the way."

The big one was talking somethin' about a car, but she didn't seem concerned. And for a minute, I let myself pretend that I was letting my daughter talk me into what was best for me. I agreed and she guided me outside, talking me the whole way to their house.

"It's your home as long as you want it, Charlie," she said softly before getting out of the car.

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