A/N: Still don't own Twilight. Thanks for those that are leaving reviews and those that are following. I think the consensus is that Jamison is a nasty piece of work. That's true and it's going to get worse in Chapter 15. However, nothing too drastic in this chapter.

Adjournment

Chapter 14: The Complete Cullen Clan

"Penny for your thoughts, old man."

Many thoughts floated around as he watched the training class going on in the gym from the observation glass. Thoughts of Ed's betrayal, of his family's safety, and finally the humbling gratitude that made his eyes mist every time he realized one more time that his daughter was here and truly with his family, even if there was still a looming threat to her safety.

"I can still ground you, Rosalie." Her father grumbled. "Did you come to visit your sister?"

"Well I didn't come by just to see you," she snarked.

"Keep it up. I can assign your boyfriend to a field office on the other side of the country."

Rosalie rolled her eyes at the empty threat. "She's pretty good, isn't she?"

Carlisle nodded but did not comment further as they continued to watch the class. It was interesting if not disturbing watching trained federal agents as they attempted to take down one twenty year old young woman. He couldn't decide if she was extraordinarily talented or if all of his agents needed to be fired. The father in him was proud. The boss in him was appalled.

"So, are you trying to recruit your kids into the spy business, Pops?"

"First of all, federal agent does not equal spy. Secondly, it would appear that I am just as big of a sucker where Bella is concerned as I am you and Alice. She begged me to let her work out with Emmett and Edward and that turned into watching a training class or two work in the gym and that turned into letting her participate in demonstrations. I'm sure she could be running training classes by next week."

"I'm sure that would make you very proud."

"Rose, I'm proud of all of my girls. You know that don't you?"

"Of course I know that. I just think it's kind of cool that at least one of us is good at the same stuff that you always have been. You know, saving the world and all that."

"She doesn't want this kind of life. Jamison all but trained her to be his enforcer. I would never force this life on her. I want her to be happy. I need her to be happy."

"Dad, I know things are pretty intense right now and I'm no expert on other people's happiness levels, but looking at her right now, she seems happy to me."

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure she gets a kick out of tossing guys twice her size on the mats."

"Just like I'm pretty sure she got a thrill out of kicking the guys asses at the shooting range downstairs last night. Emmett said she's an amazing shot."

"There's no doubt that Bella has some amazing skills but I will not influence her career path. Whatever she wants to do when this is over, we will support her as a family. Maybe she will want to go into medicine like you and your mother."

"And if she wants to travel the world?"

"We will support whatever her choices are. Even if she wants to travel the world," Carlisle grinned at the thought.

"So, if I decided I wanted to drop out of school and join a band-"

Carlisle chuckled a little as he answered the outrageous question. "I would disown you of course. Besides, as far as I know, you don't have any musical talent and I know you are too gifted to throw away your current career path especially when you are a semester away from getting your masters degree. Besides, that sounds like something Alice would do. You are my level headed daughter."

"Very true. My musical skills are lacking but I could leave the medical field to marry Emmett and have babies."

"Like I said, I would like to think I know you a little better than that." He watched as Bella knocked Edward on his butt once again.

"It's almost like she was born to kick major ass. So Dad, if an untrained woman barely out of her teens is beating up on your experienced field agents, what does that say for the security of this country?"

"I'm hoping they've been holding back because she's a girl and she's not really untrained. Jamison made sure of that. I just need for this to be finished. We need time together as a family without the threat of Jamison and his crew hanging over our heads."

"And what about Johnathan. Any luck in locating him?"

"Not yet. Bella is growing more and more impatient by the day. She's looking for answers that we don't have to give her right now."

"And speaking of family bonding time, we should get moving. Alice and Mom are up in Bella's room. We are having an impromptu family dinner courtesy of Alice's brilliant idea and our glorious Mother having take out delivered. Training class ends soon. Right?"

He glanced at his watch, "Five minutes. Are Emmett and Edward invited to this dinner?"

"Nope. All in attendance will have the Cullen surname. No Masen's allowed this evening. Come on, this will be fun."

The family met upstairs and less than thirty minutes later they were enjoying a leisurely meal when Alice voiced her wish for the family to play a game in the name of getting to know each other better.

"Let's play two truths and a lie." Alice suggested and only shrugged it off when loud groans met her ears.

"Ali, every time we play this game with the parents, I learn something new that requires intensive therapy after. Can't we play something else? A real game like poker?"

"You've been hanging out with Emmett too much. Poker is such a guy game. This will let us get to know one another better and it will be fun." Alice insisted.

"Poker is not just a 'guy game', Alice. I'm actually pretty good at playing." Bella chuckled, "However, I do thing she's right about this game, Rosalie. I'd like to play."

"Well, this ought to be interesting. Who goes first ladies?" Carlisle asked as Esme finished cleaning up from their dinner.

"I think as the man of the house, you should have the honor, Dad." Alice insisted.

"Fine with me. Let's see...I played football in college. My first car was a Toyota Celica. My favorite color is red. And my darling wife, you are out this round."

"Your favorite color isn't red." Rosalie jumped on that one. "It's blue. My turn. My favorite car is a 67 'vette. My first boyfriend was Ryan Burke. I used to hide my diary inside of a fake copy of The Wizard of Oz."

"You used to hide your diary behind the family portrait that hung in your room." Esme laughed.

"I used to hide my fake diary there. The real one was hidden in the fake book."

"Really? Ryan Burke? I thought it was David Wallis." Alice looked confused. "I guess I was reading the fake diary, huh?" Everyone chuckled.

"This ought to be an interesting night." Esme rolled her eyes. "I wonder how many of my happy family memories will be destroyed by this game this time around."

"You love us and you know it." Alice smiled and claimed the next turn. "I have traveled to Italy. I have an extensive collection of country music. I have been bungee-jumping."

Bella happily observed her family well aware of the fact that this game was being played as a forum for her to get to know her parents and sisters without pressure. She had to admit that Alice was a genius for orchestrating this one. There was no pressure, there were plenty of laughs and she finally started to feel as if she fit in with this crazy group of people. She was beginning to feel whole. If only Johnny were here with them and Jamison was no longer an issue.

Jamison

"Alec, give our boy a rest tonight. I think he could use some alone time." Sebastian ordered as he locked the small room that was Johnathan's prison.

"Whatever you say, boss. You ready for me and the guys to go in and get Angela back yet?"

"No hurry now that we know where she is. I have Johnny right where I need him to be and Cullen is busy stressing over how to meet my demands without giving up my daughter."

"What exactly did you demand of the feds?"

"The release of my wife's body, the return of my daughter and for the case against me to be dropped." Jamison smiled.

"And what precisely do they get in return?"

"Well, they get the man that killed their previous director and all the evidence they need to convict him."

"And you really think they will let her come back to you? Isn't she really Cullen's daughter?"

Alec didn't expect the hard blow that almost knocked him to the ground. "Sorry boss. I didn't mean anything."

"Angela and Johnathan are my children. I raised them. I trained them to obey me in all things. Just like the men that work with me will respect me in all decisions that I make. We wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty little sister of yours. Do we?"

"No Sir." Alec shook his head.

"Right." Sebastian moved to pour himself a drink. "And the answer to your question is no. I don't expect Cullen to comply with my demands. I gave him a deadline of a week to decide but that is just for me. For us to finish making sure that my son is fully broken to my will. That he will be sure to obey me in all things. Then we bring Angel home."

"She's become a beautiful woman, boss. Are you sure that I'm the one that you want to play this part for you?" Alec had become slightly skeptical after Jamison's display of anger.

"Alec, there is no one else I would trust to play this part for me. You will be perfect. I have no doubt."

"How much longer before John is ready?"

"I think you should spend some time with him tomorrow morning and I will follow up with him after wards. If all goes well, I'm sure we can make our move to bring Angela home within forty-eight hours. Your team is ready for retrieval?"

"Absolutely. Who's setting up Elsmere?"

"Charlie has it covered. Just focus on having your team ready to retrieve my daughter. Meet me here before breakfast."

"Sure thing, boss." Alec agreed before leaving the older man alone.

Edward

"So, you want to tell me what's been going on between you and the Director's kid?" Emmett asked as the brothers finished dressing in the locker room.

"What are you talking about?" Edward refused to look his brother in the eye.

"I mean something changed between the two of you while you were on lock down at the cabin."

"Again, what are you talking about? We still argue. That hasn't changed."

"I mean I think you should talk to Carlisle before you actually get serious with Bella. Trust me, I have experience with this one. You do not want to mess around with her before you declare your intentions with her Dad. Would you like me to remind you about all of the ways he has tortured me because Rosie and I didn't talk to him when we first started dating?"

"What makes you think that there's something going on between me and Bella?"

"I know you, Edward. If there isn't anything going on now, there will be soon. I'm just trying to keep you from catching hell from Carlisle. You should listen to me about this. Sure he was angry with me before we sat down and had a fairly serious discussion. He wants to protect his daughters and I understand that."

"I'm not sure when it started, Em."

"I can tell you when it started. It started the moment you set eyes on her. We could all tell. It started getting intense between you two when she first handed you your ass on a platter back at the first safe house and I'm thinking it got pretty serious while you two were at the cabin. Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're not wrong. I just don't think now is the time to share with her family. I don't want to interfere with Bella getting to know them. They've been separated her entire life."

Edward was torn. He wanted to be with Bella but he wanted her to have the time she needed with her parents and her sisters. They also had a job to do. Protecting her and finding John were top priority at the moment followed by bringing Jamison to his knees.

Sure they had fought like cats and dogs but he was sure that was because they weren't sure about starting any type of relationship while in the middle of such an intense mess. Now, he didn't want to let her go. Edward was ecstatic that had been assigned as her personal protector. It let them spend all of their time together without arousing suspicion. Or so they thought.

"Who else knows?"

"Rose and Alice suspect. I'm not sure about Carlisle or Esme. I wouldn't put it off much longer."

"Right. I'll get right on that." Edward gave an impressive eye roll as he followed his brother out of the locker room. The two of them walked across the street to have dinner together before Edward needed to head back up to Bella's room to continue his protection detail.

Bella

It was getting late. Esme and Alice had already been escorted home by an agent. Carlisle had gone over to his office to finish some paperwork leaving Rosalie alone with Bella while she waited for Emmett to pick her up.

"So, how are things with Edward going?"

Bella looked up, startled by her sister's question. "I feel safe with him if that's what you mean."

"I would hope that you feel safe just being in this building surrounded by agents. Plus, Dad and I watched the training class earlier. It would appear that you can take care of yourself just fine." Rosalie smiled. "I actually wanted to know how the two of you are doing as a couple."

Bella decided it was a good thing she had already swallowed the tea she had been drinking before Rosalie had blurted out her last statement. "Couple?" She managed to squeak out the question.

"Yes. Couple. I'm here to offer you some advice. Come clean about this with Dad as soon as possible. He has this thing about agents dating his daughters. I thought his head was going to spin totally around when he found out about me and Emmett."

Bella flashed back to that night when she and Edward had finally given into the sexual tension that had been building between them. It was the last night at the cabin and they were laying on her bed having just finished discussing travel plans when Bella had looked over to notice Edward appeared to have fallen asleep.

Suddenly in a panic, she quickly swung her legs over the side of the bed, gathered up the maps, and took them to the table. She then walked back to the bed. "Edward?" she whispered as she poked him in the shoulder. "Don't you fall asleep on me." He didn't respond. She poked him again. "I want to go to bed."

She was about to give him a harder poke when he reached up and grabbed her wrist. Before she could respond, he pulled her down on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back. His knee nudged her legs apart, and he stretched out between her thighs, bracing himself on his elbows as he looked down at her flushed face. Her heart raced. She went completely still and waited to see what he'd do. Don't let go, she frantically thought. "Don't let go."

"I won't, sweetheart."

She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. "I said that out loud, didn't I?" He gave a short nod and his crooked smile. His hard chest rubbed against her breasts as he leaned over to drop his cell phone on the table next to his gun. When he began to nuzzle the side of her neck, shivers cascaded down her arms and legs. His breath was sweet and warm against her skin, and when he tugged on her earlobe, she felt a jolt of longing all the way down to her toes. "This is a bad idea," she whispered as she tilted her head so he could have better access. She reached up, caressed the back of his neck, and tugged on his hair. She wanted him to kiss her on her mouth.

He lifted up. "Want me to stop?"

She pretended to give the matter her utmost attention. "No." Bella reached up and kissed his chin. "I was just saying it's a bad idea." She was sorry she'd said anything because now she worried he would come to his senses and stop touching her. She desperately wanted and needed him to hold her and make love to her.

"Bella?" His voice was a rough whisper.

Oh, God, he was going to stop. She swallowed. "Yes?"

"Open your mouth for me." He didn't move. He waited for her to make up her mind. Any guilt or worry about the consequences of her actions flew from her thoughts. There was only room for Edward.

She stared into his beautiful green eyes and slowly pulled him toward her. It was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth settled on hers in a kiss that was warm and soft and undemanding. And wonderful. But soon it wasn't enough for him. One taste of her sweet mouth made him crave more. His tongue swept inside and rubbed against hers. He took his time leisurely exploring her mouth until even that wasn't enough. He tightened his hold on her and the kiss deepened. He was voracious, and he believed he was the aggressor until he felt her pulling on his T-shirt. Did she want him to stop?

With a groan he lifted his head. "Tell me what you want." His voice was raspy.

"Everything," she whispered. "Off. Everything off." The warm glint in his eyes made her shiver.

His thumb swept across her lower lip. "You taste good, you know that?"

"Like sugar?"

"Even better," he growled. He tugged her shirt up over her breasts and pulled his own T-shirt at the same time, but elbows and hands got in the way. He was suddenly eager and hot, as though it were his first time. He knew how to please a woman—God knows he'd perfected his technique over the years—but this was different. Bella was different. The need to be with her made him ache. He'd never felt this way before. His shirt came off first, but hers quickly followed. She wasn't shy with him or hesitant. She stroked his back, his shoulders, his arms. He could feel her heart pounding, and when he touched her breast, she arched against him and moaned softly.

Her legs moved restlessly against his. He kissed the side of her neck and slowly moved lower, taking his time, teasing, tormenting. His tongue gently tickled her collarbone, and when at last he reached her breast, he felt her tighten around him. He began to slowly drive her out of her mind. She had no idea her breasts were so sensitive, but with each stroke of his tongue, she lost a bit more control.

He was losing his control as well. He took a deep, shuddering breath and passionately kissed her. His hands actually trembled. He kissed her again—hard, quick—and then pulled away. "Be right back…" A quick kiss, and he rolled over. "I want to protect you."

Her heart was racing now. As soon as he got up, she wrapped the pillow in her arms and hugged it to her chest. One kiss, she thought, and she had melted. She sighed. Edward certainly knew how to kiss. No other man had ever made her feel the way he did. Not that she had any experience with other men. The bed sagged when he returned to her. He tugged the pillow away, and she didn't resist. She rolled onto her back, her gaze locked on his. His hands moved to her waist and slowly pushed her shorts down. He threw them off the bed. He'd already removed his pants, and as he moved between her thighs and stretched on top of her, the feel of him made her forget to breathe. Her hands caressed his back, her touch feather light, until his mouth settled on hers again. Her touch quickly became more frantic. She clutched his shoulders, demanding that he stop tormenting her.

"Edward." She didn't know if she'd shouted his name or sighed it. His hand had moved between her thighs, and he was driving her out of her mind. He knew just where to touch, exactly how much pressure to exert. She writhed in his arms, pleading with him to come to her. She was desperate to feel every inch of him, to wrap herself in his warmth. His breathing became more labored, and that excited her even more. She would die if he continued to torment her.

Edward delayed as long as he could, to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. Her response made it impossible to wait any longer. He knew she was ready. Her nails scored his shoulders, and she arched against him. His mouth covered hers and he moved between her thighs and slowly sank into her liquid heat. She was so tight, so hot, he groaned from the sheer bliss. He stayed completely still inside her, panting as he whispered her name. When he came to her, she cried out. The ecstasy was overwhelming. "Ah, Bella." He breathed her name. "Damn."

She wasn't content to let him catch his breath. Every nerve in her body was clambering for release. She lifted her knees to take him deeper and began to move. Oh, how she wanted to please him, to make him as crazed as she was. She bit his shoulder, kissed him on the mouth, and moved to his neck. She was panting now.

He pulled back and thrust deep again, and tears came to her eyes, she was staggered by the intensity of the feelings gathering inside her. His movements became more powerful, more all-consuming, more demanding. It was exquisite. Even in the throes of raw passion Edward had always been able to control his reactions, to set his pace. But he couldn't control what was happening to him now. He thrust into her again and again, powerless to slow down. She was every bit as passionate as he. Tension built within her, ready to burst with the need for release. Wave after wave of sensation poured over her. She'd never experienced anything like it. She let it sweep her away, like a roller coaster plunging to the ground and jolting every nerve, the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Edward kissed her, then buried his face in the crook of her neck, slow to recover.

"Damn," he whispered again. A curse word…and yet, she felt as though she'd just been caressed. He was panting against her ear. Or was that her panting? She was so shaken, she couldn't hold a thought. The man had turned her into a blithering idiot. Bella didn't want to let go of him. Not ever. He rolled to his side and pulled her against him. Edward held her and stroked her, his touch tender now. Neither spoke, both content for the moment. The minutes ticked away, and she fell asleep in his arms. In the middle of the night, she awoke. He was still there.

Bella snapped back from her memories as Rosalie cleared her throat to get her attention.

"That good, huh?" Her sister questioned with an all knowing smirk.

"Really? You want to compare the sexual prowess of the Masen brothers?" Bella grinned.

"Maybe some other time. I think I hear Emmett coming down the hallway. You'll have to learn to excuse him. He doesn't have a volume button."

"I think I figured that one out. And you're right. I should talk to Carlisle. It's just still so new. We haven't really figured out what we are yet. I'm just getting to know the family. Things are such a mess."

"This situation isn't forever, Bella. Just don't forget that your family is here to help. With anything. With everything. I promise."

"Thanks, Rose. You know, I always wanted a big sister. Thanks for being such a good one."

"Just making up for lost time, kiddo. We love you. Just don't forget that."

"Good evening, Ladies." Emmett came crashing through the door followed closely by Edward. "You ready to go babe?" he snaked an arm around the tall blonde's waist.

"Sure. And if you're lucky I'll even stay the night at your place." Rosalie pulled Emmett from the room leaving Edward and Bella alone for the first time all day.

"Hey, I've missed you." Edward pulled Bella into his arms.

"I've missed you too." She pecked him on the cheek. "I had a good time tonight, but you know what would be even better?"

"Why don't you show me?" He invited as he pulled her toward the bed.

"Yeah, I want to try this thing I read about on the internet," Bella's laugh was music to his very soul. Tomorrow they would discuss telling her family but tonight was just for the two of them.