Chapter 11: Want This Night To End

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AN: Ahhhhhhh! You guys rock! I made it to 80! Thank you soooo much! And thank you for the condolences and "glad you're better"s. To be honest I'm a little worried about this chapter. I have no idea where this is going to go, so...be prepared. I'm also going to try and EPOV, so it might get a little awkward. I'm sorry. I just feel weird writing as a guy and I really just can't do it. Forgive me if it's horrible. I have nothing else to say, sooooo...ONWARD!

AN 2: So obviously if you've caught up and read the last chapter you'll realize that this one will be very different. I'm trying to catch up as quickly as possible so hopefully you won't have to wait very long to get back to chapter 19 again. I don't wanna make you guys wait for anything anyways. It always bothers me when people say they have the story written but they won't post it yet…Why? What's the point of that? So no waiting for you guys. As soon as it's written and I'm around Wi-Fi you're getting your update. That's very important to me. You guys are everything. I have almost no plan for this story whatsoever. I kind of know where I'm going but it's not a long term plan. That's why I want your input. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know! Oh, and yes I'm going to leave the original AN's up. I feel weird getting rid of them for some reason. Probably for the same reason I'm a mini hoarder lol. It's a memory and a way to look back at what was happening and what I was originally going through when I wrote this chapter the first time. If that's weird to you, oh well. Onwards!

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EPOV

I ran into the bar, going straight to the stairs, knowing I didn't have the patience for the elevator. I heard the others jogging behind me, trying to catch up to me, but paid no attention. I waited for Nate at the door to his apartment since I didn't have a key and I'm pretty sure he didn't want me to break it down. Something on the ground caught my eye as the others made it to the door. I bent down to pick it up.

It was a wood chip. I stood up and looked at the door. The wood around the hinges was missing.

"What?" Nate asked.

I didn't answer. I grabbed the doorknob and put my other hand on the actual door and gently pulled. The whole door came away from the frame. I pulled it to the opposite side of the hallway and leaned it against the wall.

I ran in and stopped immediately. I looked around, taking in the scene. Everything on the table in the living room was on the floor. The kitchen counter was a mess, too.

I heard the others behind me, walking around, assessing the damage like I was.

Behind me I could hear Nate telling Hardison to see if he could track Bella through her phone, though there was a distinct possibility that whoever took her threw her phone out. I heard Hardison moving around, getting his hackin' shit together, but then I saw something that made me more furious than I already was. A small drop of blood near the kitchen counter.

Parker came up beside me and gasped when she saw the blood. "Is it...Do you think it's Bella's?" She asked, as if scared for the answer.

I didn't say anything, just looked at her with what I'm sure was a pathetic look on my face. I was mad, yes, but I was fuckin' scared. Bella wasn't like us. She couldn't handle herself the way Parker could. But I knew her. I knew she would fight like hell. She would open that mouth of hers and get herself hurt even more.

"Guys!" I heard Hardison shout from the kitchen. We all rushed in to see what the hell his problem was. He was in the kitchen, staring at the floor. "What?" Parker asked.

We walked over to see what he was looking at. As soon as I saw it, my heart skipped a beat. Maybe two. There were two big knives on the floor, one with blood all over it, and two rather large pools of blood. I was pretty positive it was Bella's and that made me equal parts furious and almost too worried to function. There was a very slim chance that whoever busted down the down, which had to be for a reason, was bested by an 18 year old girl who's never fought in her life.

"Oh, God." I heard Sophie gasp behind me. I didn't even want to see Nate's reaction. "Do you think it's hers?" No one answered. We didn't wanna say what we were thinking. Didn't even wanna think about answering it.

"What was she doing here in the first place?" Sophie questioned. That was the million dollar question. We had looked all over for her, but couldn't find her. When we found her note, we knew she had probably gone home, so Hardison got us on the first flight he could.

"We can ask her that when we find her. Hardison, see if you can track her phone. Hopefully she has it on her." Nate was scared out of his mind. He had lost his whole family. Bella was all he had left, and he didn't want to lose her too. I didn't particularly want to either.

He nodded, quickly grabbing one of his stupid orange sodas and moving to the living room.

BPOV

I turned off my phone once I was in Anne's guest room. I sent Uncle Nate a text saying I was okay first. Right before I turned it off I realized that he could be back at the apartment worrying about me. The chance was slim, but it was there. He had definitely gotten my note though and I knew he would worry about me being alone and why I left in the first place, so this covered all bases just in case. I told him I was safe and staying with a friend but I would be back tomorrow and would explain later.

I felt so bad calling Anne for a ride to the hospital, but I knew I had to do something. It was too far of a walk and I didn't want to sit in a taxi with the driver staring at me, wondering what had happened. She picked up pretty quickly, surprisingly, and had absolutely no problem driving me. She was worried and kept asking questions until I made her realize it'd be better to question me on the way to the hospital. She apologized about twenty times before she hung up and then a few more when I got in the car. She was too cute.

My story was that it was a cooking accident. I couldn't exactly tell them someone broke into my uncle's apartment looking to use, hurt, or kill my boyfriend. That would bring up way too many questions. And as it turns out I did need stitches. Of course. I felt a little less bad about stabbing that guy now. My hatred of needles still hasn't changed. Anne happily distracted me while the doctor did what he did. Holding my not injured hand and talking about her son that was attending Harvard Law School. She was so proud. Her chest was pushed out and she had a huge smile on her face. Me and the doctor both laughed at her. I'd hoped that was because he was good enough at his jo to listen and stitch, not that he was listening instead of stitching and completely screwing my arm up.

God, this day has been way too long. I'm so ready for it to be over. It feels like it's been two days long, which I guess technically it has been because it's like 4:00am, but you know what I mean. Too much shit has gone down in the past 24 hours. Eliot, flying here, fighting apparent amateurs, and now I was lying in a bed that's not my own trying hard not to scratch my newly acquired stitches. I definitely didn't want Eliot to call. I'd dealt with enough shit today. I didn't him trying to justify what I saw. That's really why I texted Nate. I didn't want him to worry, but I also wasn't ready to face anything just yet. I needed sleep before I could do that. And even then I was pretty sure I wouldn't want to. Reality had to happen sooner or later though. And I definitely picked later.

EPOV

I heard Nate sigh walking behind me and Parker as we finished cleaning up all the blood on the floor. "Hardison, you can stop. I just got a text from Bella. She says she's fine and she's at a friend's house."

I looked up. "She's fine? Well, what the hell happened here?" I asked, confused as hell.

Nate looked at me. "She didn't say. All she said was that she's safe, at a friend's house, and would explain everything later."

"Friend's house?" I asked, even more confused. She doesn't have any friends here, that I know of. "What friend?"

He shrugged, looking worried and like he wanted to search for her anyways. I could tell her text hadn't helped eased his mind at all. He was still going through all the possibilities of what went down here, just like we were. Wondering if she was really okay.

"Well why the fuck isn't she here? She leaves by herself in Memphis with no explanation, some shit goes down here that looks like a pretty major fight, and now she's saying she's fine but she's not coming back tonight? What the fuck?" I was pissed. I was more than pissed. I had just been worried earlier. When she was gone I had wondered why she didn't wait for us and was worried about her being alone. Coming back to this, I was furious at the thought of someone hurting her and about twenty times more worried about her, wondering how injured she was, if she wasn't dead. Now she's blowing us off with just a small text, no explanation and is just gonna leave us all at the apartment worried about her?

He shakes his head. "I don't know. I tried to call her but her phone's off. I'm guessing she's sleeping. Which makes sense. Working, flying from Memphis, getting into…whatever she got into here. She's gotta be exhausted. Doesn't mean I wouldn't rather her be here or that I won't have a serious talk with her when she gets back."

I shook my head, trying to calm down. He could get in line. Me and her were definitely gonna talk when she gets here tomorrow. And I could not guarantee that all of it would not be in a raised voice.

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AN: I'm sorry it's so short, but I'm having a serious case of writer's block! The EPOV still turns out weird for me. Well, every guy character I try to write as comes off weird. :( I'm only limited to girls, it seems. I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. Please go and vote on the poll I have on my profile! I really need your feedback! Also, give me suggestions in form of PM's or reviews. I really really need it! This story has no direction whatsoever. A happy ending would be nice, but that's all I got lol. Let's see if we can get to 90-100 reviews. Whoever gets me to 100 reviews will have my love for all eternity! Lots-o-love to all my beautiful readers! You keep me going! See ya later!

AN 2: I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this. I will admit I kinda rushed this one. My sleep's gotten all screwed up so even though it's 2:30pm here, it's passed my bedtime. My back is killing me. I think I may be getting sick because I'm freezing all the time, and I never get cold, but I'm sweating a little. And I'm starving even though whatever I try to eat I'll probably falling asleep in lol. But I was determined to get one more chapter out to you guys today. Please, please, please review! I wanna know if you like it, hate it, what you want to see happen, or if I should just totally give up and do something else. Let me know pleeeeease! I love hearing everything you have to say! I value everything I read. Lots-o-love and Sour Patch Kids, which I'm snacking on now, to my amazing, beautiful readers! You guys are gorgeous! Don't you dare change a thing.