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BELLA POV

Jasper may have to go back to his original role as the family representative in our dealings with J. Jenks. Apparently in all the years of responding to the needs of the Cullen family, Mr. Jenks had never had the fear of God put in him with quite such fervor than that of a mother searching for her child. Up until now, the Cullens had only used him to procure things such as forged driver's licenses, passports and birth certificates. A living, breathing person was quite a different thing. But I had no doubts that he had the connections to the criminal underground network that would be able to do so.

"Good afternoon, Jason Scott's office…"

"Yes, I need to speak to him right away please!"

"Your name, Miss?"

"Cullen. Bella Cullen."

"Right away, Mrs. Cullen!"

It was a matter of seconds before he came on the line, but it seemed like an eternity.

"Mrs. Cullen! I mean, Bella! How nice to hear from you!"

" Hello J. Look, I don't have much time and we need your help!"

"Of course, what can I do for you?"

"It's my daughter. She's been kidnapped." My voice broke on the last word.

"Your little girl, Renee?"

"Renesmee."

"That's right. Start at the beginning and tell me everything."

I recounted the story from the beginning leaving out all of the supernatural elements. I wasn't quite sure how much J knew or suspected and I wasn't about to break the cardinal rule of the vampire world. Keep the secret.

"Please J, you have to help! You must know…people…who can help. Who can find her! We can't go to the police! You must understand!"

"Bella, calm down. I know that's easier said than done, but I need to get some more information about this…Jacob Black. I have some people I can contact. Private 'trackers' who are not connected to law enforcement. That's not a problem. I just need every detail you can possibly think of so I can give these guys something to go on. And then, I hate to say this while you are so stressed, but there is also the question of compensation."

"I have been authorized by my family to offer you and your people a retainer of one million dollars to be split amongst yourselves as you see fit. The person who brings her back safe and sound will receive five million dollars. I think that just about covers it."

J was quiet for a moment while I'm sure that the dollar amount I gave him was causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

"Yes, that covers it."

"I will arrange to have the retainer fee wired into your account. I'm sure Jasper has all the information, correct?"

"Yes, he does."

"Good, he will make the arrangements immediately. What other information do you need?"

"I need you to email me some recent pictures of your daughter."

"Umm…"

"Bella, I'll be needing these to send to the trackers otherwise they won't know who they're looking for."

"No, I get it. I understand, but my daughter has a…condition."

"A condition?"

"Yes, I have pictures that were taken in the past few days, but she has a condition in which she grows at an accelerated rate."

"How accelerated?"

"Very. Look, I can't go into the details. It's a very private matter, but please advise your people that she may look slightly older than the picture and her hair may be somewhat longer. It grows quickly."

"I'll make a note of that. Now just a few more questions…"

J. JENKS POV

One million dollars as a retainer. One fucking million dollars. I fucking love the Cullens.

But shit, Bella didn't give me anything to go on. This Jacob Black is like 6'5" and as strong as a "pack of wolves." What the hell does that mean? She didn't have a getaway car to identify and as far as we knew, he had no money and no credit cards. This all added up to a desperate person capable to doing desperate things. She gave me a few options of cars he might have taken that she has seen on the reservation, but she didn't have any license plate numbers. And on top of that, it sounds like he had a huge head start. How the hell was I going to have my guys find this Cullen kid? This R-E-N-E-S-M-E-E who also answers to "Nessie". And what was all this craziness about the kid having a growth disorder?

How the hell was I supposed to convince my guys that this search was worthwhile enough to pull them away from what they were already working on? The money will help, but there isn't any information to go on. But I had no choice. I would have to stress the four million dollar reward. Hey, I deserved to get in on that too. I was the one who had to deal with the Cullens. I enjoyed dealing with Bella, but that doesn't mean that I have forgotten the Era of Jasper.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding and rubbed my temples. I refreshed my email and sure enough there was an email from Jasper. I opened the attachments and couldn't believe my eyes. Staring back at me was the most beautiful child I had ever seen in my entire life. A bronze haired little girl with rosy cheeks, ruby lips and the most captivating brown eyes. Brown eyes always seemed so flat to me, but her brown eyes were sparkling and they drew you in. She was wearing mouse ears and it looked like she was in Disney World or something. This kid was looking through the camera at the person taking the picture with such a look of love and trust. I had kids from my first marriage, but my own kids sure as hell didn't look at me that way. They found every which way to avoid looking at me. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something different about this kid.

Why am I even thinking about this? It all boils down to one vital fact. This kid was a Cullen. And the Cullens surely had ways of dealing with those people who were not Cullens. I quickly rifled through my book of contacts. These weren't the type of contacts I kept in my Outlook. There were hidden away in a small leather bound book that I carried with me at all times. You never knew where you would be when a Cullen-esque call came in. After finding the first name I was looking for, I quickly dialed while simultaneously forwarding the email Jasper had sent. Wish me luck, Renesmee. It looks like this is life or death for both of us.

JACOB POV

She was crying. Again. She was in the bathroom standing on a chair looking in the mirror and crying her eyes out. I did feel bad about doing it, but we would need to run again soon and she would need to blend in with the rest of us to avoid questions. God only knows the resources that Edward had at his disposal. I wonder how long it took for Doctor Fang to put him and Bella back together again. At any rate, we'd have to get going. We would be heading to South Dakota. There was a reservation there that would take us in. In fact, we would be leaving in the next hour so I had to see if I could get Nessie to stop crying so we didn't raise suspicion in case we needed to stop somewhere. I would need to have a conversation with her about getting these crying jags under control and how she would have to understand that she needed to stop with these questions about when her parents were coming to get her. I kept telling her that we had to leave them behind. I was tempted to tell her that they didn't want her anymore and had decided to give her to me. She was aware of the imprinting. To what extent, I'm not sure, but I thought about saying something along the lines of her parents always intended to give her up to me. That they had just decided to do it early. Like Edward had once decided that he didn't need Bella anymore, I would tell her they decided that they didn't need her anymore.

I walked into the bathroom and she was still looking at herself in the mirror. I had cut all her hair off and dyed it black. It was cropped short like a little boy's. She screamed the whole time. Paul had to hold her down while I did it. It's just hair. It'll grow back. Girls can be so weird when it comes to their hair. Over and over again, I had explained that it was necessary. Her hair had become so knotty and matted anyway. After a few days, it looked like she was growing dreads. Also, Quil thought it would be better if we disguised her as a little boy taking advantage of all the clothes in Curtis' son's closet. They were just a bit big for her, but that wouldn't matter in a few days. We put a sweatshirt on her with some jeans. We rolled up the pants and the sleeves. She looked just like a boy. A little rosy-cheeked little boy. She was really pale, but at least the hair would make her seem like she belonged.

"Nessie, honey, please stop crying. It'll grow back. Just wait and see."

She shook her head. "I look like a boy!"

"Hon, that's the idea. You need to blend in with us. You know, look like you belong."

"Aunt Rose and Aunt Alice are going to be so mad at you! Just you wait! My daddy will be very angry!"

"Your dad is always an angry, pissed off, angsty monster."

That set off a new round of tears so violent she could barely breathe.

"He's not a monster! He's my daddy! You're a monster! You're a mean man!"

"That's how you want to play it? Okay, it's going to be a long ride then, but you're bringing this on yourself, Nessie. Just you remember that."

I picked her up and carried her as she squirmed. I walked with her through the living room towards the back door. The other guys were straightening the place up.

"C'mon on guys. We need to get on the road before this one starts acting up again."

BELLA POV

The family was sitting in the living room of the main house. Billy had been locked in the basement, but was screaming his head off. Hopefully, he would be hoarse soon.

Emmett came up from the basement with a tray in his hand.

"I think it's safe to say that Billy was not amused by the offering of bread and water. He spit out the bread at me. He's going to be sorry later."

Edward was pacing. Jasper was looking for God knows what on the internet. Carlisle was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed staring into the distance. Rose, Alice and I sat on the couch surrounding our mother for support.

"I thought they would have called by now offering up their whereabouts now that we have Billy," said Esme. "Surely, Jacob cares enough about his father for that."

Rose responded, "Apparently not. It turns out we're more human than he is."

My cell phone rang and I jumped to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Bella?"

"Hi J. Please tell me you're calling to tell me you found her!"

"I'm sorry to say that none of my trackers have found anything. Not one lead. This Jacob Black is a ghost."

"Damn it!"

"I'm so sorry. They'll keep looking, but I'm afraid there wasn't much to go on to begin with."

"I know, I know…well, thank you anyway and please keep looking."

"Of course." I hit the end button and slumped in my seat. Alice wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm so sorry I didn't see this, Bella!"

"It's not your fault, Alice. None of this."

I noticed that Edward had stopped pacing and he was having a silent conversation with Carlisle. He nodded breaking eye contact with his father.

"What is it?"

"We may have another way to find her, but you won't like it, Bella."

"Who cares if it brings her back to us?!?!?!"

"I agree, but it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth and Nessie will be scared to death if it works."

"What are you talking about?"

"More like who." He looked up at Carlisle who gave me the answer I was desperately waiting to hear.

"Demetri."

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