-Mission impossible theme song-

Yeah… über-super agent Emmett to the rescue!

By the way, before I forget, thanks to Megan Geyer, Alice C. Jasper H. 4ever, Bg Joel-jalice, liv3609, and jaspers golden angel for reviewing!

EmPOV

What Alice was asking me to do was life-threatening. She knew that I could very well never come out alive. But that was why she had asked me. She knew I didn't have much to live for. Sure, there was Gwenyth, but her life-line was running thin, and there was Rosalie…but shouldn't I assure that she never be bothered again, even if it means ending my own life? Of course, I thought.

Then there was the question of how to find Grace. This girl had been missing for nearly four years now; the police were still looking but had just about given up. How was I supposed to find her?

And then there was the question of what I would do when I found her. Swing her over my shoulder and make a run for it? Pinpoint her location and go back for help? And would I even make it?

All of these questions let me to the conclusion that I should not go. But my mind told me I should. And so I picked my mind over instinct and logic. I was going, whether Jasper liked it or not.

I dressed myself head to toe in black like all the spies do–it's so they can keep to the shadows–and thought to myself what the hell I was going to do. At the exact moment I was fully dressed, Alice pranced in. "Hey, Emmett," she said happily. "You ready?"

I wondered vaguely if I ought to trust a pregnant girl whose hormones were out of wack, and then said, "Yes. What do you want me to do?"

"Maria said that they kept Grace in a government facility," she explained. "I did the math, and it turns out that they'd never keep her in the U.S. So I did some research and found that she was in Vulterra, Italy. There's a U.S. station there, and it just seems like the place to me. So–"

"Whoa, whoa," I interrupted. "Hang on a second. You're sending me to Italy?"

"This is Grace," Alice said pleadingly. "She's alive! We can't just let her die!"

Seeing the look on Alice's face, I sighed. "I don't like this," I warned.

"Who said you had to? So here's a ticket to Vulterra. From there, you can take a cap to…here. That's the closest place to the Government Facility. Then you'll have to walk."

"But if I walk," I pointed out, "I won't have very much energy."

"Not a problem! There are plenty of hiding places; you can rest there. Just don't ever show your face; there might be security cameras. And don't wear anything or do anything that could identify you as…you. And don't go anywhere except for the highlighted route."

"You drew out a route?" I gasped. How did Alice know all this stuff?

"It wasn't hard," she explained. "See, in the back there's a door that's labeled: TESTING. Testing for what?"

"Alice, what if this isn't even the right government facility?" I asked her with a sigh. "What if you're risking my life for nothing?"
"This isn't the wrong government facility," said Alice stubbornly. "I'm sure of it."

"But Alice–"

"You said you'd do this," Alice practically screamed. "You said!"

I put my finger to her lips hurriedly. "Shh," I warned. "Someone could hear us."

"No one's home," Alice said in an attempt to yank my fingers away. I smiled.

"Okay," I said at last, getting serious again. "But if you get me killed for nothing, you're going to blame yourself."

Alice shrugged. "That won't happen," she said simply, and shoved a ticket in my hand. "This," she said, holding up a wallet, "is a wallet. You loose this wallet and you loose enough money to pay rent for six months." She put it in my hand. "Don't loose the wallet."

"Okay," I said.

"Now get going," Alice said huffily. "Grace needs you. Skedaddle." With one last scowl at her, I walked downstairs and out the door.

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The flight to Italy was very long and very awkward. I was in the middle seat, in between a lady with a laptop and a man who liked to eat chili. The lady shot me cold glares every now and then, clearly disturbed at my size. In return I gave her apologetic glances. I couldn't change my size, after all, and it wasn't my fault. Well, maybe it was, just a little bit, but other than that, it wasn't my fault.

At last, in the middle of the flight, I offered to switch seats with her. She quickly agreed and then regretted it immediately afterwards, for now she was in between me and the man who liked chili, and so we switched back and she stopped shooting me cold looks.

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I found myself looking at the government facility sooner than I'd hoped. It was gray and very scary-looking, in spite of the fact that the government was, theoretically, supposed to be for the good guys. But if they're the good guys, I thought to myself, why do they have secret facilities in Italy?

I took a deep breath and took a step forward. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain in my head, and then all went black.

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I opened my eyes with a groan, and saw, to my displeasure, none other than Maria. "Hello," she said sweetly. "It's Emmett, isn't it?"

"Oh, go f*** yourself," I grumbled, sitting up groggily.

Maria pouted innocently. "Emmett," she said. "Watch your language."

"Like I said," I said, simply to annoy her, "Go f*** yourself."

Suddenly, something that felt like electricity zapped through me, and I let out a shout of pain. "What the hell?"

"You watch your language," said Maria, wagging her finger at me.

"Are you insane?!" I shouted. "You electrocuted me!"

"Insane? Perhaps," said Maria, putting her finger on her chin as if she were actually considering it. "But you're the one who went to Italy. Now, tell me how you found me."

I looked at her coldly for a moment, considered the consequences, and then spat in her face. I was zapped with electricity again, but I was braced for it, and, gritting my teeth, I was able to refrain from crying out in pain.

"You know Emmett," Maria said conversationally. "It's been a long time since I saw Jasper, and even longer still since I saw his mom and dad."

"Oh, shut the hell up," I said through gritted teeth. "I'm not in the mood for an intimidating conversation."

"Fine," said Maria, surprisingly calm. "Just tell me then how you found me, and than it'll be over with and you can go home."

"I've seen movies. You're not going to let me go home."

"Sure I am," Maria seemed surprised at the accusation. "I need you to give Jasper a message."

"Which is…?"

She smiled a Cheshire-cat grin. "Not yet," she said. "First you tell me how you found me."

"No. I don't even care what you have to say to Jasper. It's probably just something like, 'Watch yourself', or 'Nothing lasts forever,' or 'You can join me if you want'…"

I got electrocuted again, and, unprepared, let out a cry. I tried to shut my mouth, but it wouldn't close. "Let me ask one more time," said Maria coolly. "One more time, then I flip this switch and leave it on, and I will break you, Emmett. I swear I will."

"Let me make you a deal," I said, breathing heavily. "You give me back Grace and Charlotte and Peter, and I'll tell you how I found you."

"Interesting," Maria mused, "But I don't need to make deals with you. It is your life, after all, that is at stake here. If I end up killing you before you tell me, all it will take is another foolish move on their part to try and rescue you, and I'll get it out of them. So let me ask you one last time, Emmett McCarty. How did you find me?"

I didn't answer; I just stared at her.

"Very well," she sighed. "Have it your way." Electricity zipped through me painfully, and I struggled to keep my mouth closed. My fingernails dug into my hands, and they stung. I can't say how long it was that I sat there, electricity running through me, and I can't say how long it was before my mouth finally flew open and I began to scream. I can't say how long it was before my skin seemed to burn, and my insides began to spasm. I can't say how long it was before my brain seemed to begin to fry, and I can't tell you how long I was able to hold on, Maria watching me as if I were a very good movie, before I finally cried out,

"It was Alice! Alice told me!" Smiling with the satisfaction, she turned off the switch and the electricity stopped. I sat there, breathing heavily, tears escaping from my eyes and down my cheeks. My hands were stained with blood from where I clenched them so tightly, and I felt dizzy.

"Alice," Maria said, almost to herself. "I should have guessed."

"You're out of your freaking mind!" I gasped.

"Maybe so. But I have my information."

"I still want what I came for," I told her. "I want Grace, as well as Charlotte and Peter."

Maria smiled snidely. "Charlotte and Peter are no use to me," she said. "I thought Jasper would come, but he sent you. As for Grace? We've sent her to one of our workers. His name is Aro. I could send you there, if you like."

"How do I know I'll get Charlotte and Peter?"

"You don't."

"Well, then I'm not doing it."

"Are you sure?"

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Soon, I found myself in a dark place that looked more like a cave than a house. Looking around, I saw a man with black hair. Aro, I thought.

"Can I see Grace?" I demanded.

"Oh, sure," said Aro with a smile. Then he called, "Jane! Alec!"

Two children appeared, both somewhere in their preteens. They looked related, maybe even twins. They both stared at me quietly, but with an evil glare in their eyes. "Would you get Grace, please?"

"Of course, Aro," said the girl - Jane.

The two disappeared and, of course, Aro began to talk. "You're Emmett," he said.

"Yeah."

"Say, do you know Edward Mason?"

"Yeah..."

"Would you ask him if he'd like to come here?"

"No..."

"At least consider it."

"No."

"Just tell him."

"...No."

"Well, that's not very well spirited of you."

"No."

"I wish you'd have a more advanced vocabulary."

"...Yeah."

It wasn't too much longer that Jane and Alec returned with a girl that was my Grace, and yet...she wasn't. Her hair that used to be styled like Alice's was now longer and down to the middle of her back. Her beautiful eyes, so much like Rosalie's, were foggy and looked as if they hadn't seen light in a long time. She looked different. Her face was different. She was different.

"Emmett," she said coolly. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to save you," I said, almost angrily. "You were taken; don't you remember?"

"I was taken," said Grace, but there was no emotion in her voice. "Aro saved me. He's like my father. Isn't that right, Aro?"

"Yes, dear," said Aro with a smile.

I looked at him coldly. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing you'll ever figure out. Grace is a lost cause. I'd just give up."

"No," I protested.

Aro smiled. "Emmett," Grace said. "Go."

"What?! No! Grace!" She said nothing.

"Leave," Jane said, taking a step forward. "Now."

"Not without Grace."

I felt pain much like the electricity run through me, and I cried out. I felt myself sinking to my knees with the pain, and I begged her to stop. It did. I sat up and felt my cheeks, and discovered that I had been crying. But I said nothing except, "I still want Grace."

"Grace is dead," said Alec. "The Grace you knew, anyway. We did tests, and we found a way to change her."

"I'm not just going to give up," I protested.

"No?" said Alec, watching me with his gaze. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

All three of them smiled. They turned to Grace and then Aro rushed forward and plunged something into her. To my shock, I discovered it was a knife. Grace's eyes rolled back into her head and I cried out as she sank to her knees. I rushed forward and shook her. "Grace," I said, tears runing down my tears. "Grace! Speak to me! Say something!"

Grace opened her mouth and murmured a single name before she closed her eyes forever and died.

"Jasper."

Alright! It was much longer before, but I decided that I didn't like it, so I, quick as I could, typed up this ending instead. Grace is dead. Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Ha!

Yeah, well, my cousin's name is Grace, so I thought maybe it was best if we just ended her life. But hey, the other ending was that Grace had gone evil, so...maybe this is better, though pieced together rather sloppily.

So...Review! Request! Pie!