AN: I'm really, really sorry for not updating any sooner, things at school are hectic. I promise I'll try to update more often.

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Chapter 21

Dr. Saunder's POV

At home, after two soothing and relaxing sessions with patients who weren't the Cullens (a depressed girl and a suicidal man), I logged on to our family computer.

From there I went on the internet immediately going to Facebook. It was highly unlikely nowadays for any teenager in this country not to have a Facebook account and it was even rarer for said teenagers to block any of their profile from the public. This was something I did with all of my patients; a online profile often gave me a different insight into their character.

So one by one I typed all of the teenager's names in the search box. Yet every time I came up with a complete blank. Nothing. Unless they had used completely different names none of them owned a Facebook account which was strange.

I briefly wondered how else the communicated with their friends and if it was their parents influence that kept them from creating an online profile for themselves. Although he hadn't seemed like the type maybe Carlisle was one of those controlling parents that kept their children away from anything that could possibly "lead them astray".

I looked over my notes again. No we hadn't talked about their friends. I decided that this would be one of the things we would discuss today.

I opened up Google instead and began typing in their names again; looking to see if maybe they had other online accounts or if one of them kept a blog.

Again nothing came up until I typed in the last name. "Jasper Whitlock".

The first link was entitled "Family History: Jasper Whitlock".

I clicked on it and waited for the page to load. When it finally came up it was a simple website, the Sam Anderson 7PH immediately giving away that this website had been created for a school project. I skimmed over the text, the assignment had apparently been to find out an interesting story about a family member. At that point I almost gave up reading yet something urged me to continue.

The family member Sam had chosen was Jasper Whitlock who was his great, great, great step something. Jasper had apparently lived in Texas and joined the Confederate Army in 1861 and quickly became a very important person before mysteriously disappearing in 1863. Sam had interviewed his father.

I scrolled down further until I found a picture. It was old and blurry and black and white of course. The picture showed to soldiers laughing into the camera. The caption said "Major Jasper Whitlock and Thomas Greene."

I frowned at the picture. The similarities to my patient Jasper Whitlock were uncanny. The same basic features except less sharp and angular. I clicked on the picture attempting to zoom in.

Immediately the whole website disappeared only leaving behind an error message reading: "Error the website you requested is no longer available."

Hmm strange. I turned off the computer grabbed my notes for the session and walked to the door to get my jacket. After calling a quick goodbye to my wife I left the house and drove to my office.

When I arrived I entered through the back door, something I always did before my receptionist with the same dreamy expression informed me that the Cullens were here. In return I told her to ask Rosalie and Emmett to come into my office and to ask the others to wait for a while.

When Rosalie first entered the office I was stunned, her beauty overwhelming me. Quickly I redirected my thoughts to my wife, to the twenty happy years that we had spent together. When I looked back up again Emmett had also entered the room and he was glaring at me. Were my thoughts that obvious?

Ignoring his glare I tried to act normal. "Good morning. How are you two today?"

"Wondeful, great, brilliant. Just like we've been for every day of our marriage," Rosalie answered looking down at her nails, which of course had a perfect manicure.

"Exactly. I'm assuming that's all. You are very welcome for our time," Emmett said. Then they actually both got up from the chairs they were sitting on.

That threw me for a minute. They couldn't just leave! "No wait, our session is nowhere near done," I said flustered, they were almost out the door.

They both turned around feigning surprise. "Well why didn't you say so?" Rosalie asked.

I ignored that and gestured to the chairs. "Please sit down." Luckily they both did. I sighed. I would not lose my temper. I could do this.

"Why don't you both begin by telling me how you met?"

"When we first met I was covered by blood," Emmett began.

"And it wasn't only his own," Rosalie continued in a spooky voice.

Blood whose blood? What had Emmett done? He couldn't have killed someone, right?

"What happened?" I asked, annoyed to hear a small, frightened tremble in my voice.

"Oh I was hunting and a bear came after me," Emmett said cheerfully.

"It almost killed him. He was lucky I found him," Rosalie added.

"Yep or I'd be dead now. And we'd all be very, very sad. Seriously though I was pretty pissed that the bear managed to take me down."

Okay it was a strange first meeting but at least he hadn't killed someone right?

"I bet you thought I killed someone," Emmett said grinning.

I hastily covered my notes where I'd scrawled Murderer?

"I'm asking the questions here. What happened after that?"

"Rosalie carried me down the mountain and then Carlisle treated me until I got better. We fell in love. We got married. The end," Emmett said.

"Please don't leave," I said quickly very well aware I sounded desperate. But hey, I got paid by the hour and last time they'd said something like this and left.

This time however they both shot me strange looks clearly not planning on leaving.

"Rosalie weren't you freaked out by the blood all over Emmett. Why didn't you call an ambulance? How in the world did you manage to carry Emmett all that way?"

"No. No connection on my cell. Easy," Rosalie answered obviously bored by this conversation.

"Doesn't your wife get freaked out when she wakes up next to you in the morning?" Emmett mumbled to himself clearly not intending me to overhear.

I would ignore that. I would not lose control. I won't try to strangle to grinning fool. I wouldn't think of my wife telling me I was boring. Next question, next question. What else could I ask them?

"Rosalie what happened to you in your past?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked but I knew I had her. This was the trump up my sleeve. The fact that Mrs. Smith had informed me that both Rosalie and Alice had parts of their past they refused to share. Of course she'd wanted me to find out the truth and then pass it onto her but I'd never do that.

"I know you did something illegal in your past." I was just guessing now, I had no idea if she'd ever done anything illegal.

"Oh that, yeah I murdered a few people but that's not really important. Emmett doesn't mind and we're supposed to be talking about our relationship right now. You don't mind right?" she asked turning to Emmett.

"Of course not," he said kissing her on the lips. "Besides it isn't murder those pigs deserved. What I did on the other hand," he trailed off.

"Don't blame yourself Emmett I know you couldn't help yourself. It's not your fault," she said.

"Haha funny, great joke," I said weakly trying to smile at them. I couldn't help shuddering when they'd mentioned murder, their expressions had been disconcerting at the least. You're afraid of them, a small voiceat the back of my mind whispered but I shoved that voice away. They still hadn't responded.

"You were joking right?" I asked nervously. They wouldn't accept murderers on Wife Swap.

"Right," the responded simultaneously yet they weren't very convincing.

Or was I just losing my mind? I mean suspecting two teenagers of murder? Sure it happened all the time but I'd heard of Dr Cullen and everyone always allotted him the highest praise. Surely not his kids? But Jasper had admitted to almost killing Bella...

"Excuse me I need a minute," I said and fled out of my office.

AN: And that's it for now. Please review and tell me what you think. Seriously review! I know you want to :)