A/N: I don't own anything having to do with these characters…'cept for some inappropriate thoughts after seeing the newest tailor for New Moon.

"For as long as I remember
I ran a life of crime
Harmed everyone that I know
Stolen what's not mine
Problems solved through violence
Feelings dulled with booze
Father always yelling at me
Shape up or you will lose

The law's closing in on me...
Just made a BOLO list
Hear this confessional
These are the tales of the mean fist
The tales of the mean fist"

"Mean Fist" –Street Dogs

Emmett POV

I'd been alternating between Edward's Xbox 360, texting Rosie, and reading the playboy I'd hid behind a couch cushion so Bella wouldn't notice when the house phone rang.

"Yeah?"

"Um, sir, this is Tyresse downstairs, there is a group of police officers waiting to see Mr. Cullen with a warrant. I let them know he was not here but they have insisted they can search the premises as well."

M-O-T-H-E-R-F-U-C-K!

"Stall 'em Tyresse." He acknowledged he would do the best he could and I hung up the phone.

"BELLA!!!! Come here, baby girl!!!" I yelled while I was texting Edward and our lawyer on my iPhone. Piece of shit keyboard.

I knew Edward didn't keep anything incriminating in his house, but I didn't know what kind of I.D. Bella had on her or how that whole goddamn cluster fuck would go down.

She came out into the hall with raised eyebrows. I didn't wait for her to ask me what was going on.

"Bella, you got any identification on you?" She nodded slowly, "my driver's license." Fuck.

BANG-BANG-BANG

"Police Department! Open this door before we knock it down!"

Oh Fuck.

I looked over at Bella. She was frozen in place with the most terrified look on her face. It was worse than the look she'd had when she met me. Tears started pouring down her face and it occurred to me she was afraid Charlie would find her when I opened the door. I could tell she was starting to hyperventilate when the cops started fucking busting in the door.

"Bella, look at me. They're here for Edward. They're going to cuff us and take us down to the station. I don't want you to say a mother fucking word, got it?"

She didn't say anything. She didn't move.

"BELLA! Not a mother fucking word, okay? You have to let me know you understand!!!"

She snapped out of it for a second and nodded. "I understand, Emmett. Not a word."

The cops knocked in the door right after she whispered her understanding. I held my hands up letting them know I wasn't armed. The couch was, but I wasn't…good thing I had it licensed in my damn name. It was one of the few guns that were fuckin' legal.

I wasn't banking on the cops having the drug dogs, but it didn't matter. Edward didn't keep anything in the house and I hadn't "indulged" as Rosie called it in a couple of weeks. It was just as well, anyway, 'cause if Bella had been hiding, they woulda' found her and the dogs probably woulda' tried to bite her.

"Emmett McCarty, what a pleasant surprise. You're coming down to the station with us for questioning."

I smiled, this part of the raid, I knew. It was Bella I was worried about. I didn't know how much she could take.

"You bring the jewelry? Or should I go back to the bedroom and get what I used on your mom last night?"

The cops, of course, had no mother fucking sense of humor and knocked me to the ground, cuffed me and started to drag me out of the apartment.

I could hear them accosting Bella as they tried, somewhat unsuccessfully to drag me down the hall. I gave 'em the dead body treatment and relaxed the whole way down the hall.

"What's your name?!?" She said nothing.

"Here's her ID- You're coming down to the station with us for questioning as well. Are you going to give us trouble like your friend?"

They fucking cuffed her anyway, but they left her hands in front of her. It might have been because of the bandages, but it might have been because of the silent scared as hell treatment she was giving them.

When we got to the station they led me to a holding cell and threw my ass in with the other general offenders. No one said or did shit to me. Smart fuckers.

I watched as they escorted Bella into an interrogation room and closed the door. She was in there alone. I knew that technique…it was called the sit n' stew. Had she done something wrong or been hanging out with someone that had done something wrong, she'd start freaking out right about now.

I was confident that she wasn't freaking out about being implicated in anything. She was, however, probably freaking out about the prospect of having her ball sack scum of a dad walk in the station.

I watched as a big fuckin' cop walked into the room and locked the door behind him. I swore right then and there I'd murder the bastard if he hurt Bella.

Fifteen minutes later he walked out of the room with a pissed off look on his face.

"She won't even fuckin' tell me her name. We know it thanks to her ID but she won't tell us shit, Captain."

The Captain told him to leave her in there for a while longer alone. My face was still pissed looking even though inside I was doing a fuckin' happy dance that she had listened to me.

There was some commotion at the front of the precinct when I saw they had Edward in cuffs. He was fucking pissed off from the look on his face but he was walking heavy and tall.

They opened up the holding cell next to mine and threw Edward in it. I waited until they walked away and walked over to the wall that divided us.

"They've got Bella in the interrogation room over there. She's not said a word."

"Good. Did you call Dimitri?"

"Yeah."

"Good. This is their once a month bullshit. It'll blow over."

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