A/N: Hey, I'm back! With a great tan can I say ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.

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BellaPOV

"Bella! Oh, Bella! We've finally found you!"

I ran into Edward's arms, throwing myself at him and refusing to ever let go again. I felt him bury his face into my hair, and not move for five whole minutes. I hugged him so tight I thought he would slip through my fingers – I was never, ever going to be separated from him again.

"Oh Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella…" He whispered into my ear, his voice relieved. I lost count of the number of times he has said my name. "Bella, I thought you were dead. We all did. We had planned your funeral…"

The thought brought tears to my eyes. "I'm here. I'm here, it's ok."

I wasn't sure what I was wearing, or what my hair looked like – I didn't care. All that mattered was that I was here, with him. And I always would be.

"Bella?"

His voice suddenly went from relief to shock – I felt him pulling away from me, his fingers clawing at my sides as he struggled to hold on. "Bella?" He repeated.

"Edward, come back." I told him, stepping forward. But I wasn't stepping forward, no matter how fast I pumped my legs. "Edward! Help!"

"Bella!" His voice was becoming fainter, as if someone was turning the volume down on the television – "Bella! Bella, don't!"'

"Edward!" I became frantic, as he was getting pulled further and further away. He was moving so slowly, and yet, I couldn't catch him. "Edward, come back!"

"I can't." Edward's voice was barely a whisper. Our surroundings had faded to white, so white that I had to blink several times to clear my vision. "Bell… Bella…" His voice faded to nothing, and so did he.

And then I woke up, and let out a scream that sounded pained even to my ears.

Lucas jumped up beside me, pinning me to the bed with his hands. He sat on top of me, leaning all his weight against my body. I was hurting all over, yet all I could think about was my nightmare.

The same nightmare I have had for the past seven nights. The terror never faded, and I knew it never would.

"Edward!" I was screaming until my throat was so dry and achy I choked. "Come back!"

"Bella! Shut UP!" He screamed at me, almost yelling over the top of my voice. "What did I tell you about being quiet? What did I say I would do if you weren't silent?"

His threat meant nothing to me. No matter how scared I was, I couldn't stop thrashing and screaming and sobbing.

"You asked for it."

And just like that, I felt his fist slam into my stomach so hard I convulsed against the bed. I felt so sick, I was afraid I would vomit all over him – but I was too busy clenching my teeth against the pain. Though the screaming stopped, the nightmare was continuing.

"Good." He told me, climbing off me and sitting beside me. "You're lucky there is no one next door, or they would have heard you loud and clear, Princess."

I couldn't talk. All the air had been knocked out of me, and I was pretty sure he had damaged one of my internal organs. I couldn't breathe. I was going to die.

"Keeping you is worth it," He told me, with a shrug. As if I was listening. "Even if you are hurt."

"Y—you… you…" I was coughing up the words, trying to respond. "You… hurt…" I was forcing out the words between my teeth, allowing as much air into my lungs as possible. "You… hurt me… though… you love me?"

He nodded. "Yes. It doesn't make much sense when you put it that way, right? But it's nothing the hospital can't fix. Once this whole thing is over, I'll take you to the hospital and say you tripped down the stairs and fell through a window." He looked over me. "It explains the bruising and the blood."

I looked down at myself, wearing the same jeans and the same t-shirt I had been wearing for the past week. My t-shirt was almost covered with blood, and my jeans were beginning to tear. My hair was messy and dirty, some parts more than others from where he had hit me over the head. When I saw my arms, I hadn't realized how much bruising I had endured since I was kidnapped – I could barely see the paleness of my skin anymore.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I spat at him, having my breath back. The way he smiled and sat next to me in bed as if he were Edward made me want to kill him.

"We've been over this, Princess." He told me, smiling just how I knew he would. "And it doesn't matter anymore."

How had we not been found? I asked myself, for the millionth time. We were in Forks. Have they not suspected where we were by now?

"They'll find me." I snarled, curling against the pillows with my back to him. "Just you wait and see. They're not stupid. They'll find a lead."

"Sure." He told me, giving my shoulder and strong shake. The gesture was supposed to be reassuring. "Sure."

Then, I didn't want to, but I fell asleep.

JasperPOV

"Good news." Carlisle told us. Rosalie, Emmett, Edward, Alice and I sat on the sofa together, just like we have been for the past two weeks. We raised our heads slowly to look at him. "They found something. In Phoenix."

"What have they found?" Edward said numbly, his voice so quiet I almost couldn't hear. He was fading into nothing. All skin and bone.

"Computer records." Carlisle said, watching his words in case he upset his only son. "Lucas isn't as smart as he seems. He didn't delete the hotel's computer history after use, so Charlie and his men have found some interesting evidence."

"What kind of evidence?" I asked, running my fingers through my knotted hair. I had my head down, staring at the floor.

"He was searching for motels," Carlisle took a seat beside Rosalie, seeing as Esme was sitting between Edward and Alice. They all linked hands. "On the outskirts of Forks."

"What?" I spat, at exactly the same time everyone else did.

"Well? Are they searching every single one of those motels?" Rosalie asked, as much in shock as the rest of us.

"Yes," Carlisle nodded. "He had searched 'Forks Motels', first of all, and only visited five websites. The first one, being ' Belleview Motel'. The second, 'Hampton Inn.' The third, 'The Olympian Motel', the fourth, 'Forks Motel,' and the fifth, 'The Lodger Inn.'"

"Not many places to choose from, then," Esme said quietly. "If they're there, then it should be easy."

"There is a possibility this could be a false lead—" Carlisle told us, but Edward was quick to intercept.

"Who cares! Search it anyway! Search every motel on the East Coast, if they have to!" He threw his hands up in the air. "Why are they hesitating?"

"There are risks, Edward," Carlisle told him, quietly again. "But of course, Charlie will search every one of those motels. He knows what he's doing. "

"If he doesn't, I will."

Usually I'd be angry that Edward was bagging my dad, but I actually agreed with him – why weren't they doing everything they could? Who cares what happened later. Someone's life is on the line.

"He will," Esme told Edward, looking into his eyes. "Be patient."

"A lot can happen in a few days, Esme." Edward glared at her, and we all watched as Esme's face fell in defeat. Edward calling her 'Esme' cut her to the core; we could all see that.

"I know," She whispered, leaning her head on Edward's shoulder and closing her eyes.

"This has gone on too long," I mumbled, mostly to myself. I looked down, examining myself – though I had gotten badly hurt, I had mostly healed. I could walk, but I had a slight limp. "We're wasting time."

Everyone looked at me, so they had obviously heard me loud and clear.

"What do you mean?" Esme asked, frowning at me.

"I mean… maybe we should take matters into our own hands." I told them, jumping from face to face. "There are seven of us, including Carlisle and Esme. There is one of him."

Carlisle and Esme immediately shook their heads, while the rest of us nodded.

"No," Esme said sternly, straightening in her chair. "Definitely not. That child is obviously unstable."

"We can take him, easy," Emmett stood up, already ready for a fight. "A few of us could focus on getting Bella out, and the rest of us can… deal with Lucas."

"Emmett, no!" Esme held her hand to her mouth, in shock. "No, no, no! That is unsafe!"

"It's ok, mom," Edward said, standing up with Emmett. "It's ok. It's fine."

We all began standing up, one by one.

"Trust us." Rosalie told her, pulling her mother into a hug. "We can do this. We've done this before, you know."

"That doesn't mean you won't get hurt!" Esme looked to Carlisle for support. "Carlisle?"

"She's right." He said with a sigh. "As much as we want to take care of this on our own, we can't. This isn't our job."

"That is my sister that is missing!" I yelled, with a little too much anger. Carlisle recoiled, but his eyes never wavered from mine.

"I know," He said putting a hand on my shoulder. "Believe me, I do. But this is what the authorities are for."

"I don't care!" I shook off his hand and stepped back. I was taller than him, so I could stare him down. I loved Carlisle like my own father, I did, but right now he wasn't making a wise decision. "They've lost her so many times!"

"It isn't their fault!" Esme walked to stand in front of me. To look into my eyes, and plead. "Please, don't do this. All of you, stay with us. We need each other."

"We need Bella." Looking into her eyes, I could see the pure concern and goodness. She felt nothing but pure feelings. There was no anger, no selfishness, just… Esme.

I couldn't endanger her family. I knew what it was like to lose someone you love, and I didn't want to let Esme live with that.

"Ok." I stepped back to look at my friends. "Esme and Carlisle are right."

"Jasper…" Alice crossed the room to stand directly in front of me, closer than Esme.

"I know," I held onto her hand. "We have to trust Charlie. He is my father, after all. He will do the right thing." I pulled her hand and held it against my cheek.

"It's not Charlie I don't trust," She whispered, resting her head against my chest. "It's Lucas. He could do anything, and… and…"

"Shh," I hushed her, refusing to believe he was capable of ending my little sister's life. "They will get to her in time." I felt like I was speaking to everyone now. "I know they will."

CharliePOV

My team and I was currently at the first hotel on Lucas Green's list – the Belleview. We made sure to be as silent as possible when moving through the motel, just in case my little girl or her scumbag kidnapper was here somewhere.

I have never felt determination like this in my life. I have been a police officer for many years, but I have never felt like this. I have barely slept in two weeks, while in search for my daughter. And I wasn't going to start any time soon until we find her.

I had used this time to prepare myself for the worst. If I found Bella dead, I would be ready. If she was alive, I would be ready. No matter what the circumstances – I would be ready.

Or, as ready as a father can be.

The rest of my team began searching the small motel while I questioned the receptionist.

I showed her the search warrant and explained exactly why we were here before jumping into questioning.

"Have you seen this girl?" I held up a picture of Bella, just a few days before she was kidnapped.

The receptionist frowned. "Only on TV."

"Have you ever seen her here." I clarified, with a roll of my eyes. "Or a boy, around the same age. Black hair. Blue eyes. Lean build."

"No." He shook his head forcefully. "Never. I'm sure if they've been through here, I'd know. I've kept my eyes open."

I sighed in defeat. "Ok. Thank you. We will still search the premises."

I waited the extra ten minutes while my men searched every room in the motel. I held my breath, anxious – what if she was right here, under my nose? What if I didn't see?

No. I would see.

"Nothing here," My second in charge, Lewis McDeere, told me. He came in from the elevator, with eleven of my best men following behind. "Searched every room in the place."

"Damn," I sighed, my hands tightening around my belt. "Let's move to the next motel. It's only a few miles down the road." I looked towards the receptionist. "Thanks, again."

As we loaded into our cars and began driving towards the Hampton Inn, I called Carlisle.

"Carlisle," I grumbled. "We just checked the first motel. No trace of Bella or Lucas."

"Oh," I heard Carlisle sigh. "Are you moving onto the next motel?"

"Sure am." I told him. "This time, I'm going to check the rooms. Just in case I see something my guys miss."

"That's a good idea," Carlisle said. "You know Bella better than any of us, I'm sure."

I nodded. "I'll keep you posted, Carlisle. I've gotta go."

"Bye."

We quickly and silently loaded out into the deserted streets, and into the motel.

"Oh, hello," The receptionist looked flustered when we all walked in. I deliberated whether this was because she was nervous, or just surprised to see so many police officers in her motel.

"Hello, I'm Charles Swan, Chief of Police," I flashed my badge. "We are here to expect the premises for Isabella Swan and Lucas Green. Heard of them?"

She nodded. "I've seen them on television several times. "Wait… Swan? You're related?"

I nodded. "Yes. We have a warrant." One of my team stepped forward and handed her the search warrant. "You have done nothing wrong, but we just want to ask a few questions and check the rooms."

"Of course." She motioned for us to go ahead, while Lewis McDeere stayed behind to ask a few questions.

We checked the first five rooms carefully. I couldn't see anything suspicious – the motels were mostly empty this time of year. Each room was in perfect condition, no dust, no marks, no blood or dirt. I took this as a good sign while we checked the last ten rooms.

"Nothing here," I told Austin Reed, another friend of mine. "Let's go."

We headed back downstairs. Lewis told me the receptionist had actually seen them close by. She was uncertain, but she was sure she saw two people who matched Lewis and Bella's descriptions.

"It was a slow day here, and I was sitting down behind the desk." She explained. "The streets were quiet too, except for a few cars. I saw a taxi coming at an incredible speed down this street, which I thought was strange. I walked to the window, and saw who I think was Isabella Swan and Lucas Green, in the backseat of the taxi."

We wrote all this down, after the receptionist clarified the time and place. With determination burning in my veins, we left the Hampton Inn, knowing Bella and Lucas were only a few miles away.

EdwardPOV

I can't take this anymore.

This… sitting around and waiting. I've never been a person to wait – if I knew I wanted something, I did my best to get it, no matter what the odds.

And Bella was something I wanted beyond belief. I have never wanted anyone or anything so much in my entire life. She was everything to me. She was my life.

Was? What am I saying?

She is my life. She always will be, and always has been. No matter what has happened to her…

Once again, I was lying in my bed, staring up at my bedroom ceiling. It was so black outside – I couldn't even see the stars. But somewhere, I knew Bella was looking up at the same sky. Maybe from Forks. She was in the same town as me… why wasn't I doing something?

The past fourteen nights, I haven't slept – I just stared at my bedroom ceiling, imagining Bella lying next to me. I could almost feel her skin against mine; I could even smell her scent.

And that just made being apart that much harder.

"That's it," I growled, sitting upright in my bed and standing up. I grabbed a t-shirt and a jacket from my wardrobe, and a pair of jeans. I saw my baseball bat leaning against the window, and picked it up.

I stormed through the house, waking Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper and Alice – Lucky they were all staying here tonight. They woke up, confused and groggy.

"Edward, what's going on?" Alice asked.

We all sat in Rosalie's room, rubbing our eyes with bed hair and pajamas. Jasper didn't seem like he had been asleep, but the others had.

"I'm sick of waiting around," I held up my baseball bat.

"Omigod, please don't kill me, Edward!" Emmett shrieked, hiding behind Rosalie. "What did I ever do wrong?"

I rolled my eyes while everyone smacked their hand against their forehead.

"No," I shook my head at him and held up the baseball bat again. "I'm not going to kill you. But I'm going to kill Lucas with it."

"Ooh…" Emmett nodded and grinned.

"We promised Esme… ?" Jasper muttered, confused.

"I know we did." I shook my head, shaking the image of my mother out of my head before she made me feel guilty. "But we all know we're going to be fine. As long as we're prepared. She'll be thanking us when we bring Bella home."

"I don't know, Edward…" Rosalie said warily. "I want to find Bella as much as the next person, but is this the way to do it? Can't we just ask to help the cops?"

"They'd never let us." Emmett told her. I could tell he was already on board. "We have to do it ourselves. And we can."

"Remember what Lucas did to Jasper?" Alice said, causing us all to shudder.

"There are going to be five of us now," I looked at her and shrugged. "It'll be easy. Just grab a few crow bars and baseball bats and we're good to go."

"We probably don't even need weapons," Emmett punched his fists together. "We've already got 'em, right here." He held up his arms and clenched his muscles.

We all rolled our eyes.

"So who's with me? If you really want to, once we find Bella and Lucas… and give him a taste of his own medicine, we can call the police. Ok?" I looked around at all of them, pleading with my eyes. I don't know what I'd do if they said no.

"I'm with you." Jasper told me, nodding.

"I'm in." Emmett was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Alice? Rosalie?" I looked at both of them. "Will you do this for your best friend? For me?"

They looked at each other, and then they both turned to me and nodded.

"We're in."

"Good," I smiled at all of them, and motioned for them to lean closer. We put our heads together, talking strategy. "Now. I decided it might be a good idea to have Rosalie and Alice actually get Bella out of there safely, and Jasper, Emmett and I can take care of Lucas."

"Jasper is still hurt," Alice put a hand on Jasper's arm and looked at him meaningfully.

"I'll be fine, darlin'," He told her with a smile. "I can do anything once I have a baseball bat."

"She has a good point, Jasper," I looked at Jasper. "We don't want you getting hurt again."

"I'll swap with Jasper." Rosalie piped up. "He can help get Bella out, and I'll fight with you and Emmett."

I was silent, circulating this around in my head. "Are you sure, Rose? I mean… Lucas has issues. He could hurt you. Are you really willing to take that risk?"

"I won't let her get hurt." Emmett's face was hard as stone. "I promise. I won't let her come back to Carlisle and Esme injured."

I nodded. "So. Emmett, Rosalie and I are facing Lucas, and Jasper and Alice are getting Bella out of there. Is everyone ok with that?"

"Yes," They all agreed.

"Next, we have to figure out where they are. I have this gut feeling that they're in one of the Forks motels that Carlisle told us. Does anyone remember them?"

"It's pretty obvious they're not going to be in any of the motels in the centre of town," Jasper said. "We would find them instantly. I think I remember some of the names… was it… The Olympian Motel? Forks Motel? The H-Ham… ?"

"Hampton Inn." Alice recalled. "There was the Lodger."

"Good. Let's go there." We all stood up and began getting our belongings together. I had many baseball bats lying around, our family being fans of baseball, as well as a crowbar in the backyard. We would all take weapons on some sort, even Jasper and Alice. Just to be safe.

We were about to walk out the door, when I remembered something.

"Emmett," I looked back at him. "Go upstairs and get the picture of Bella and I from off my bed stand. Please."

He disappeared and came back within seconds. "Here you go. Lucky you remembered."

"Thanks." I shoved the photo in my pocket, after glancing at it and sighing. "Now we can go. We'll take my car. It's the quietest."

"Edward," Rosalie walked in step with me to the garage. "Why are we doing this so late at night?"

"Lucas won't be expecting us at night." I explained to her. "No one will."

I got into the driver's seat and headed towards the outskirts of town. Alice manned the map, telling us the first motel we were going to was the Hampton Inn. She directed me to a shady motel on the edge of the forest.

We parked in the shade of the trees. I turned around to speak to everyone in the backseat. "Ok. Remember, if we see them, don't act right away. Think before you act. Show the receptionist the picture, and if she says yes, ask for their room number."

"She can't give that away," Rosalie frowned.

"She'll have to. Threaten her. Tell her the reason. Tell her who we are." I looked around at all of them and took a deep breath. "Ready?"

"Ready."

We all climbed out of the car as stealthily as possible and may our way to the front porch of the Hampton Inn. The streets were silent, and it was incredibly eerie.

"Hello," We all walked into the Motel and stared down the receptionist, daring her to question us. "Have you seen this girl?"

I flashed the picture and watched as she examined it. "The Police were here today. I saw them about a week ago, but only by car. I don't know where they went."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Are you sure?" Jasper stepped forward.

"I'm sure. I'm sorry I can't help you."

I sighed and looked around the shabby reception room. Nothing seemed suspicious, and I could tell the receptionist was telling the truth.

"Ok. Thank you."

We left quickly and hurried into the car. We were all on edge.

"What if Carlisle and Esme wake up and find us gone?" Alice asked skeptically. "They're going to be worried sick. They're going to think we've gone missing too."

"They'll try and call us first, and we'll tell them to the truth." Rosalie answered, in exactly the same way I would have. I guess we were more like each other than I thought.

Alice directed me to the next motel; Forks Motel. It was even shabbier than the last one, and I secretly hoped Lucas hadn't been keeping Bella here. These were not conditions you would want to live in.

"Hello," This time, Jasper spoke to the male receptionist who seemed half asleep. "We're looking for my sister. Her name is Isabella Swan." I held up the picture. "Have you seen her?"

The receptionist squinted at the picture and shook his head. "Nah. Can't say I have."

"Are you sure?" Emmett asked him, daring him to lie. His expression even scared me. "You haven't seen her at all?"

"I haven't seen her." The receptionist said again, a little more awake this time. "I've seen her on TV, and I know they're looking for her. If I hadda saw her, I would tell the cops."

We all stared at him for a little longer, checking for any signs that he was lying. We couldn't see any.

"Right," We turned away. "Thanks."

I fingered the baseball bat that was tucked into my belt, and hidden under my t-shirt; I couldn't want to get my hands on that scum bag. The anger was burning inside me, waiting to be released.

"Where to next?"

"The Olympian, on Oaker Street."

The name sent a shiver up my spine – I had never been there before, had I? If I hadn't, then why did I have such a terrible feeling over it?

"I think they're going to be there." I said as I pulled out onto the main road. "I have a weird feeling. This is the furthest one out of Forks; this is where Lucas would choose."

Everyone agreed, and I pushed my foot harder onto the accelerator.

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A/N: Sorry to end it there. I know I'm evil (: but I'll update soon.

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