SO I'm absolutely loving everyone's reaction to the last chapter teehee! Everyone is so pumped about Rosalie, it's great. But I really think (or hope) she's still in character, I think this is how she would act in this situation. Everyone is really excited about her ability to kick some "serious tail" (nice choice of words Wintermoth lol) and that made me happy. And I'm getting such great reviews! I can't believe someone mentioned I had the honor of writing like Miss meyer herself - I'm speechless and quite pleased (if a little doubtful, but that's beside the point). Anyway, here's the next chap, I hope you don't mind that it's taking me up to two days now for new chapter, I'm still kinda busy (hopefully no more death threats lol ;) ) SO-without further ado - Chapter 11. Enjoy! :) -FA

EPOV

"Is Chief Swan here? I need to speak to him immediately." The man at the front desk of the police station looked bored, and tired.

…Ugh I need sleep…or coffee… wonder what the Doc's kid wants with Charlie? Whatever. I'll take him to the chief… grab a cup of Joe on the way back…

He yawned and I heard his mind expand as oxygen was rushed into his skull. It was a weird sensation, to hear someone else think a yawn. But he got on his feet much slower than the urgency of my voice called for, and walked me over to his office at the pace of an injured tortoise.

"He's in there. You'll probably wanna knock to see if he's not busy."

"Thank you very much." I said sincerely in my polite buttering up authority-figure type humans voice. "Oh and sir?" I said anxiously, stopping him as he'd already turned toward the coffee pot on the opposite end of the station. He seemed to be trying to raise an eyebrow in acknowledgement, but he was just too tired to get the right expression across. "Could you please send someone out to my sister? She's waiting outside - we've brought three men we think you'll want to process."

This got at least some reaction out of him. I put on a feigned look of anxiety as I followed his thoughts predictably along the lines of "my sister", "outside", and "three men you'll want to process".

He put his thoughts of coffee on hold at least until after he figured out the strange incident involving "these weird Cullen kids".

"Sure thing kid, I'll grab someone and go on out now." was his vocal response. I let the look of relief show on my features.

"Thank you very much sir." And he turned away.

Now came the part I was really worried about, I took a deep breathe staring at Charlie's door. After a moment to let the fake emotions fade away (I would be utterly honest with Bella's father - well, wherever I could be anyway), I rapped on the hard wood three times with my knuckles.

"Come in." Charlie's voice floated through the door, he sounded almost bored. I mentally steeled myself about what would come and twisted the handle walking inside.

He was looking over some file reports and didn't look up when I entered. "Chief Swan?" I asked tentatively. His face snapped up and even in his somewhat guarded mind I saw that I'd startled him, he hadn't been expecting me to walk through his door at this ungodly hour of the morning.

"Edward!" He said in puzzlement, "What are you doing here?" Then his eyes narrowed as suspicion and worry set in, "What's wrong? Weren't you away or something? What happened?"

"Well, yes, I was supposed to be away, but I came home a day early. But sir, It's Bella." The look of horror that crossed his face was so intense I nearly stepped back a foot. His mind screamed in panic and fear.

"No, sir, she's fine! Honestly! It's just… something's happened tonight and I wanted to be the one to tell you." He calmed down a bit as blind panic turned to deep concern. He still looked at me pretty warily.

"What happened?" He asked, slightly fearfully, with a little bit of anxious anger leaking into his voice. He had no idea how much I sympathized.

"Well, Bella decided to walk home from town tonight…" I began. I decided to make it as short and simple as possible, only letting the essentials go through.

"And apparently, three men saw her and decided to try and…" I struggled for the right words to portray this without causing emotional harm to either him or myself, "…they tried to have their way with her." His eyes widened and he leaned forward in his seat. I thought I saw his hand twitch toward his gun. I put my hands up to try to keep him calm and rational; and not firing shots. Did I really want him to not fire shots? Hmm…

"Don't worry! She's safe! She got away before they could do very much to her. She has a cut on her arm, but other than that she's fine…Shaken…but fine." He looked shaken too. Literally, I saw his hands begin to tremble as all sorts of parental emotions crossed his stricken face. I gave him a few moments to think things through. He stared at a wall not really seeing it at all.

Finally he looked back up to me, showing a distinct look of disbelief. "Three of them…and she got away…How?" If he hadn't been staring deep into my eyes as we shared a tortured gaze I would have guessed by his quiet tone that that had been directed to himself. I gave him a smirk that didn't quite meet my eyes, "Apparently having a police chief for a father gave her a bit of sense in this case - a can of mace someone gave her seemed to have come in handy." I'd meant it lightly, to try and lift the mood, but neither one of us really grinned. I distinctly heard a clash of emotions in Charlie's usually reserved mind. I normally can't hear his whole worded thoughts but one came through powerfully as he repeated it over and over in his head, "I never meant for her to use that mace - it was supposed to be an overprotective precaution." he pulled a shaky hand over his face and tired to even out his breathing.

"Um...Sir?" I said uncertainly, not wanting to disturb his attempted moment of peace but knowing I had to continue on with my story.

"There's more?" He asked, looking up from underneath only one of his hands.

"Well the news gets slightly better." I offered apologetically. He only looked at me and waited for me to continue. I edited some parts in the next part of the story.

"I told you I came home early tonight, so I decided to call your daughter and let her know. When no one picked up your phone, I got worried and decided to drop by. That's when I found her… er, rather upset by what had happened and having only gotten home. I took her to my father, and she's asleep in Alice's room right now." Truthfully it was my room, but he didn't have to…or want to know that right now. Charlie nodded solemnly, clearly thinking I had finished, but I had not. He looked up again slightly surprised as I continued.

"Well, I got ..er… quite angry when I'd found out what….these monsters had done; or rather, attempted to do." He was giving me a strange look now, I couldn't quite place the emotion, he might have been guessing what I'd done, or could have done about it. I suppose I must look at least partially as livid as I still felt about the whole thing too.

"I may have gone to where Bella had said they'd been, and tried to track them down." His eyes got wide as the plot thickened.

"Well, long story short, I found them and with the help of my sister, they're waiting outside for you right now."

His eyes had gotten larger and larger with every word of that sentence and he nearly jumped out of his seat when I'd reached the end of it.

"Right no-… wait…your sister? Alice helped you?" He asked incredulously. In his mind, the help of little Alice in this case didn't add up. He was adding two and two and getting five. He thought I'd lost my mind.

"No sir, actually it was my other sister - Rosalie. I told her not to come when I'd left the house, but she'd followed me unawares. But when I actually confronted those horrible criminals (I hissed the word, wanting to use a word much, much stronger), she came out of the woodwork and proved to be amazing help… I'd known she could fight, but I didn't want her to possibly get hurt anyway. But she wound up coming to save me, so I guess I shouldn't have been worried." In reality, I'd never worry about Rose, or Alice for that matter, in that way. I knew they were as indestructible as I was and never in danger of any human, no matter how revolting. But I knew I had to play the protective brother card convincingly. It seemed like the right reaction for a brother to not want his human sister to fight a couple of forbearing possible rapists. Charlie's eyes were still wide, but I think he bought the story.

"So they're here, now?" he said looking toward the door.

"They should be." I said following his gaze to the solid mahogany door. He practically ran to it, and sure enough, just across the room was Rosalie, five policemen, and three unconscious horrible men. I could hear her telling the policemen the same story I'd just fed Charlie, having perfected it on the way here with me. Then Charlie was across the room in a flash, determined to lay eyes on his daughter's nightmares in the flesh. But I still caught the look of both horror and amazement that crossed both his mind and his eyes as he gave a last glance at my face.