DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, and all the characters.

WARNING: This story has corporal punishment/Disciplinary spanking of adult vampires in other chapters. Please do not read if you find such things offensive.

The Police Station

Friday, July 08, 2011

A hand ran through my golden hair as I gathered my thoughts thinking of what the night held for us. My wife and I pulled into the parking lot of the Port Angeles police station, and parked in the visitor's area. I had coached Esme on the story of the man following her, as reason for my emergency arrival at the scene. I stepped from the Mercedes wearing a brand new, and freshly pressed charcoal grey H. Huntsman suit with a white shirt and light pink tie. My wife wore a Chanel pink sweater designed to highlight her features, and a black pair of pants from Gucci. My suit alone would have cost a few thousand, and I have little doubt my wife's items were much different. Alice essentially purchased and picked our clothing with a purpose in mind. We not only exuded a sense of tremendous wealth, but we looked imposingly sexual. Few would fail to notice us this night.

I approached the driver's side of the car, and opened the door for my lovely wife. Our movements were statuesque, and yet fluid, as we walked into the police station perfectly composed and radiating a sense of purpose. My wife's administrations to my backside assisted with my posh posturing, as I walked stiffly in trying to lessen the pain. The clerk promptly noted our presence and greeted us with a warm smile.

"Welcome to the City of Port Angeles Police Department, is there something I may help you with," he offered courteously. His eyes lingered on my wife slightly longer than necessary, as if I could blame him. A warm smile given Esme, as such actions only serve to compliment myself for having such a wonderful woman at my side. She offered the clerk a charm-filled smile in return.

"We are Doctor and Mrs. Carlisle Cullen," I informed him in a pleasantly calm voice. My expression given to the man was of warmth and welcoming, as if dealing with a close friend. "I am here as asked, to testify about an incident earlier this afternoon at a movie theatre. I also wish to see about our daughter Alice, who is in your care."

The young clerk rubbed a hand against his freshly shaved scalp, and rose from his seated position. "Yes, we have expected you," he mentioned in immediate recognition. "Please follow me, and I will take you to the officer in charge. Your daughter is with him now."

I followed Esme through the police station, as the clerk led us to the officer in charge. That took about thirty seconds. I watched as my wife ran to Alice's side, and hugged her tightly, her look showing an instant relief. Alice squealed back to my wife and the two immediately began chatting about the new pink sweater, and threw around words like adorable.

The man sat at a large wooden desk filling out paperwork while Alice occupied one of two seats at his right. "I can get a third seat," he offered with a glance to my wife and I.

"There will be no need," I replied to the man in a reassuring tone," I rather prefer standing." I gazed to the man contemplatively, and offered him a proffered hand as I enquired, "Officer, I failed to catch your name this afternoon. I was curious about what you could tell me."

"Detective Dan Randall," he introduced as he rose from the desk, and grasped my hand in a firm shake. The officer looked more than enthusiastic to pass along the permitted information, "I am one of few people in our department aware of the girl you knew as Rebecca. She was here under witness protection after having observed her parents execution in New York. The suspect is a high-ranking member in a criminal organization."

I gazed to my wife protectively and admitted, "Esme, I had no idea of the danger you two were in." Turning to Dan I enquired, "Who was she testifying against?"

"I can't tell the name," Dan confessed, "... but I can tell you that one of the few in the country who operates above the law. Rebecca's testimony will send him to prison. She is a high priority witness against a very powerful man. The man you identified is a known member of that criminal organization, and he knew were Rebecca was. You two," he added with a distinct look to myself and then to Alice, "did your civic duties in a very stupid way. It pleases me that everything worked out."

Esme breathed in deeply, and studied the officer as he spoke. "How could anyone do that to such an innocent child? I had no idea she was in that kind of danger." Turning her full attention to the officer she enquired, "Does she have a family to care for her while in this program?"

Alice's previously joyful attitude at seeing us vanished once we started speaking on the events of this afternoon. I glanced to her curiously, and would need to speak with her later. Did she have another troubling vision about Rebecca or our family?

Detective Randall scratched at his chin with a glance to Esme as he added, "we have no family, yet qualified to take her. We are looking for someone who is reliable, of good character, trustworthy, and willing to go into hiding if needed. It could last a decade." He gazed with appreciation to my wife. To me he enquired, "Do you seek this information, because you wish to apply as a potential family for her?" If it is something you wish to suggest, then know in advance that it requires a move and new identities."

Returning my gaze to the officer I enquired, "What happens now with Alice?"

Alice averted her gaze from me, and I noticed she had not turned to her mother. Officer Randal reached to the left hand corner of the desk, and pulled out a folder. He dropped it in the middle of his desk, and it had Alice's name clearly marked in the label. He folded his hands over the file without opening it as he explained, "Due to the extenuating circumstances of this case we have decided to drop all charges. We impounded her Porsche, but you may pick the car up at anytime once you pay the impounding fees."

Alice finally snapped her eyes unmoving from the file upon the desk. In a slightly higher pitched voice than normal, she pleaded with the Detective, "that is my personal and private file. I am an adult, do you even have the right to show or discuss it without my permission?" Alice fretted nervously, as she played with the bottom hem of her shirt.

My left brow rose questioningly at my daughter's words, and my arms folded over my chest. I stared down to her, without a word. My gaze never averted. I cleared my throat, but she refused to look me in the eye. "Alice Cullen, do not force my hand. I am perfectly willing to sell that car of yours, and to deny you access to my credit cards. What are you hiding from us?"

The officer moved his meaty hand over the file, and offered, "Your answers are in this file." The folder clearly belonged to my daughter. Officer Randall sat back and strummed his fingers over the file. "Dr. Cullen, I ran a background check on your wife and yourself. The two of you have an exemplary record, and no traffic violations. "Turning to me he added, "It is my assumption that the events of today drove you to the actions you took."

Alice worriedly chewed on her bottom lip, as she glanced to that hated file on the desk. She chanced a glance to me, and squirmed when she realized I was still glaring down at her. Her eyes remained on the floor as she quietly requested, "Dad, you do not wish to see that. You really don't."

Esme rose at this moment and placed a hand on my daughter's shoulder, "Alice, you are an intelligent woman, and I know you realize what action you must take."

My hand went to Alice's chin, as I gently guided her face upwards to look into my eyes. A shrill squeak, inaudible to the human ear escaped my daughter's throat at the sight of my black eyes. She tried to look away. I cleared my throat, pulling her attention back to my eyes. My daughter's terror grew, as she nervously bunched the material of her shirt into the balls of her fist. This is how my eyes looked when I tried to kill her mate, and I saw that same fear in her eyes. In trying to ease her concern, I uttered in a quietly calm voice, "I am very thirsty."

The words had the desired effect in my daughter, as she visibly began to relax. "I understand, Father." Her eyes squeezed tightly closed, as she explained, "I have let you down." She hung her head to explain further, but at my tap against her chin she pleaded and looked into my eyes, "I paid every ticket, and fine. Dad, please don't make me show you."

Esme gasped as she stared to the file on the desk. "How many traffic violations do you have Alice?" Her hand tightened on Alice's shoulder as she threatened, "never mind your father," she said with an accusing glance given to me," he is too easy on you girls." Turning her gaze back to Alice she insisted, "Worry more about me cutting up your credit cards and selling that car. Alice Cullen, you will not hide anything from us. I expect you to give permission to the officer immediately."

I offered Esme a small smile, as she had this situation well in control. I returned my gaze to the officer, who sat back and watched. He seemed intrigued by our reactions. I can only assume it is due to human children becoming adults at a young age and assuming themselves above parental authority. This Detective now realized that is not the situation in the Cullen home.

Alice swallowed deeply, and with the glance she gave, I could tell she received a premonition. Bowing her head and gazing to the floor, she muttered to the detective, "You have my permission to show the file to my parents." My daughter once more began to nibble at her lip in anticipation for what her vision said awaited her.

"That is a wise choice," Detective Randall appraised my daughter. "It was my hope to bring this to your parent's attention. You seem like a decent person, and I do not wish harm to you from careless and reckless decisions. "He moved his meaty hands over the file folder, and opened it to show many citations and violations. Most of the records were warnings, which should have been real tickets. It would seem our daughter has used her inhumanly abilities to charm and avoid fines with the police.

There was a large speeding ticket, parking violations, and a good number of warnings. Some of the warnings were reprehensible, as the speeds clocked were nearly what we did today. She must have really thrown on the charm that day. "There is a speeding ticket, and five warnings. Detective, what type of penalty does one get for five speeding tickets? I enquired curiously

Alice's voice hitched, and I could hear Esme softly scolding her.

Detective Randall informed me, "a second violation over fifteen miles per hour has an automatic hundred and twenty day license suspension. A third is a hundred and sixty days. Anything over fifteen miles per hour is a criminal offence."

"Alice," I mentioned as I turned to my daughter with my hand stretched before her," your license is herby revoked for the period of one year." She opened her mouth, but before words could escape, I cut her off saying, "we will discuss this at home." My hand remained where it was with the palm side facing up.

My wife shook her head to Alice, when our daughter looked pleadingly to mom for help. "I agree with your Father, and yes we will discuss this."

Without further protest, Alice dug through her belongings and removed her driver's license. Her eyes fell upon it, and then placed it into my hand. My palm remained outstretched, and with a slight bit of hesitation, she gave me her keys. My fingers closed around the objects, as I nodded my head in silent approval. The driver's license went into my wallet, and the keys I gave to Esme.

Detective Randall sat back curiously as this woman in her twenties accepted a parental grounding, especially one this harsh. He sat back in his chair and admitted to me, "I knew you would do the right thing. These past few hours I have gotten to know your daughter, and she is a great kid. It shocked me to see her record, and I feared for her. It is very easy for them to go down a self-destructive path. You have probably saved her life tonight."

I smiled warmly to the man and enquired, "How difficult would it be to get the files for my other adult children?"

"Bring them in, and we'll see," Det. Randall chortled in amusement.

I nodded my head graciously, and rose to my full height as I mentioned, "Thank-you, Detective Randall. I appreciate your help. You allowed me to parent my child properly tonight, and you have my gratitude for making her transgressions known to us. At present she may not appreciate your intervention, but the gratitude will come when she has her own young ones to care for."

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Doctor and Mrs Cullen," Detective Randall mentioned as he considered us in contemplation. He reached into the desk, and pulled out a thick document containing many pages that he gave to my wife. "If you considered raising Rebecca through witness protection, then these are the documents you need. I will sign my approval, though I warn you it is a timely process."

My eyes grew wide in concern as I saw the smile on Esme's face. I did not need Edward's gift to tell me my wife's thoughts, or Alice's to see that it would only lead to trouble. If this is what Esme wants, then I will hear nothing but during the week of our camping trip. I turned to the meddlesome detective and said, "Be well, and have a good night."

Esme glanced at the first few pages of the application, as if she seriously considered the possibility. I swallowed hard, knowing the battle I had coming. I turned and led my family out of the station and to my Mercedes.

I held the Mercedes' door open for Esme, who pecked me on the cheek in gratitude and entered quickly. "Carlisle, this could prove very interesting for us," she commented.

"Indeed," was my response, as I watched Alice slide into the backseat looking displeased.

I crawled into the car myself, and buckled up. Turning to my wife I suggested, "Why don't we stop at the fishing hut on the way home?"

Alice raised her brow at my suggestion, and then groaned loudly as a premonition informed her of what we had in mind.

Esme glanced into her rear-view mirror at Alice, and then turned to me and said, "It is a private place Alice, and your siblings won't have to know." She turned on the ignition, looked to me and laughed.

Curiously, I glanced to my wife and asked, "what?"

Her hand moved to the unlit passenger indicator panel and asked, "Still refusing to sit?"

"Yes"