A/N: Early Christmas present. Thank you to everyone who returned to read this, it really means a lot to me!

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Also, it's un-beta'd so be nice to me.

O…O

Edward smiled at his bride, sleeping peacefully with their daughter asleep next to her. The plastic basinet held the little baby, a white blanket wrapped tightly around her and a pink hat atop her small head. Edward couldn't believe how tiny she was, he feared he'd drop her anytime he picked up her. She wiggled in the blanket, her dark eyes appearing as she blinked, glancing around the room. She glanced at the light then squirmed again, her small mouth opening with a loud cry.

Bella jumped, quickly awakening when her cry penetrated her slumber. She quickly reached for their daughter, shushing her as she bounced. Bella fell asleep mid rock; her head fell back against the pillows again. Edward smiled, reaching over and collecting their newborn daughter from her arms, rocking her gently and walking towards the window.

He looked around the parking lot, noting how empty it was for it to be midmorning. Edward saw the Mercedes with dark windows creeping around, slowing, stopping, going. Over and over again. He shook the feeling off and moved back to the bassinet, placing the now sleeping baby inside. Edward knew having a baby could potentially be dangerous, but there was no going back now.

O…O

"Edward, this is stupid. We're going to die in here."

"No, we're not. Relax and remain calm. We just need a plan." Edward grunted, heaving himself against the empty hospital bed, shoving it against the bed. He leaned over, gasping for air as the wound in his stomach bled, soaking through the paper-thin hospital gown.

Bella held tightly to the gun in her hand, her knuckles turning white as she worked to keep the tremble out of her hands. Edward rested back against the bed, pressing a hand tightly to his stomach. His face was pale, covered in sweat and Bella could tell he was clammy from where she stood. She needed to get him out of here. If whomever was after them killed Edward, it would be one of the greatest prizes of the underground.

"Edward," The words died on her tongue as she looked at her husband struggling. "I…"

"I know." He looked over at her, his eyes weren't as vibrant as they once were, missing the fire that he always had bubbling right beneath the surface. She felt tears well in her own as she looked on, quickly blinking them away. Edward slid to the floor, dragging himself to a corner of the room next to the door.

"Where are they?" Bella heard a man shout from the hallway and she dropped to her knees.

"I don't know," There were footsteps, rubber squeaking against the linoleum. "I cleared this floor. Everyone's gone or dead."

Bella breathed deeply, counting slowly to ten to calm her heart. The static from a radio broke through her thoughts.

"The top three floors are clear."

"Goddamit. Where the fuck are they? He's gonna be pissed."

She moved slowly to the bed against the door and sat with her back against it, listening more intently. Radio static again.

"Where are you?"

"Third floor," A man spoke into the radio. "We can't find them."

"What the fuck do you mean you can't find them?" Something slammed against the door behind her, causing the bed to shake.

"Fuck." She muttered under her breath. Everything went silent in the hallway and Bella knew. The door shook again, slamming the bed into her back, a piece of it jamming into her ribs. Bella rolled to the left, pressing her back against the wall next to Edward who was looking worse than before. His eyes were heavy and his head lolled back against the wall.

"I think I found them!" A man shouted and there was another slam against the door, working to move the bed out of the way. Suddenly the bed screeched as it slid across the floor and the door opened, giving Bella a look at one of the men. His face twisted into a smile as he peered in at her, his black eyes were dead, his dark hair hanging in is face. He stepped inside and raised his gun, but Bella shot first. The bullet sped into the man's chest, burying itself in his heart as he hit the ground.

Two other men rounded the corner into their room and as Bella shot one in the leg, the head of the second one snapped back, crumpling to the ground. She looked at Edward, who was still in the corner, anguish on his face. The man Bella had shot lifted into a sitting position, his leg blooding heavily onto the floor. He looked scared, his eyes fixed on the hall. Then a shot rang out, the man's blood and brains splattered across the wall behind him.

Emmett turned the corner, his huge frame filling the doorway.

"Ah, shit." He hurried over to where Edward was sitting, grasping weakly at his stomach. He groaned as Emmett lifted him up into his arms. "Yeah, well you're not exactly light, brother." Edward motioned for Bella to walk ahead of him and she quickly drew her weapon, leading them into the hall.

O…O

"Who the fuck was that, Emmett?" Bella held onto Edward as he laid curled in the backseat of Emmet's SUV.

"We don't know yet. What do you know?" He glanced up at her in the rear-view mirror. Bella shook her head, looking over her husband's body and trying to assess his bleeding.

"I don't know anything." She mumbled, her mind yelling one name at her on repeat, begging her to utter it.

Jacob Black.

The car screeched to the left, disappearing into the woods as it climbed up a small mountain. A house came into view, a small cabin situated in the center of a clearing. There was another car parked in the drive, a small white Prius. Emmett jumped from the car and ran around, opening the back door. He pulled Edward from inside, holding him tightly.

"Emmett, where are we? Who is that?" She slid from the backseat, her hands once again covered in blood.

"We're at a self-made medical center." Emmett punched in a code on the panel by the front door. Bella could hear the mechanism unlocking before he turned the doorknob, kicking it open.

Inside it was all one open room. There were hospital beds, bright lights, tile floors and walls. The beds were draped in white sheets with tables covered in sanitized medical equipment, monitors sat turned off next to the beds. A man walked in from the back with scrubs on, wearing a mask and scrub cap to conceal his hair. He was placing latex gloves on and motioned for Emmett to lay Edward on a bed.

He carefully placed him atop the paper laid out on a bed and the doctor peeled Edward's saturated gown up, revealing two bleeding wounds, stitches barely clinging to the flesh. The doctor pushed a thick needle into Edward's arm and Bella watched as the crimson fluid slid down a tube until it disappeared into the needle, pumping blood back into her husband's veins. He cleaned the blood away to get a better look at the surgical sites, removing the previous surgeon's stitches.

"I don't know if he has internal damage, so hope for the best."

"He does, he has to…" Bella glanced from the doctor to Emmett. "He just woke up this morning."

The doctor's brow creased with concern and he went to open the cuts the prior surgeon had made, tools and fingers disappearing into those places. Bella turned, looking out the front windows that were covered in a thin curtain. She could hear the steady beeping of Edward's pulse relaying his life to the machines. She needed to find a phone and call Esme, this was the longest Bella had ever been away from Adriana.

O…O

It had been five days and Edward hadn't woken for more than a few minutes at a time. Bella hadn't eaten, had hardly slept, and refused to leave his side for longer than ten minutes at a time. Bella laid on the bed next to Edward, humming to herself as she flipped through photos of Addy on her phone, frowning at the feeling of loneliness slowly consuming her. She missed her daughter, but she knew it wasn't safe for her to be out and about.

Edward stirred next to her, much like he had been doing for the past day, but nothing ever came of it. She sighed, clicking on Esme's number and putting the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, love." Esme answered on the third ring. "Any change?"

"No, not yet." Bella shook her head even though Esme couldn't see her. "How is Addy?"

"She's wonderful, dear. She misses you two though."

Bella felt the tears burning the edges of her eyes, pressing a hand against them.

"We miss her too. I wish I could see her."

"All in due time, love. All in due time."

"I know," Her voice cracked as tears slid down the sides of her head into her hairline.

"Be strong, dear. I know what you're feeling – all too well, believe me."

Bella nodded again, sniffling before taking a deep breath.

"Thank you, Esme." She disconnected the call, tossing her phone onto the chair that sat by Edward's bed.

"You're best friends with my mother now?" Edward's rough voice filled the silence, causing Bella to gasp and quickly sit up. Edward groaned in pain, Bella's sudden movement causing an aching in his body.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" Bella's hands ghosted over Edward's chest and abdomen, barely touching his gown.

"It's okay," He smiled, and Bella felt her heart swell. His eyes moved to hers and she could feel her own smile break out across her face. "Hi, beautiful."

Tears streamed down Bella's face once again, wanting to throw herself on top of him in a hug. She resigned herself to gripping his hand instead.

"I can't believe you're awake. I thought…" Her words trailed off, not wanting to speak on what she thought would happen.

"I know, baby." He tried to conceal his wince as he reached to run a hand through her hair, but Bella saw it.

"Who is after you? Us?" She searched his face, begging for the answer to her most pressing question.

"I don't know," Edward sighed and leaned his head back, his eyes closing. "It could be anyone. Families here, the Russians, the cops." His eyes opened at the last one, looking directly at her. Bella diverted her gaze remembering the recording device she left behind in the hospital.

"Edward, I have to tell you something." Bella picked at the hem of her shirt. She wished the words would just come out on their own.

"What is it?"

A car pulling up in front of the house garnered both of their attention. Bella stood, moving towards the door with her hand on a gun. She stood next to the window to look outside, the nondescript car rolling to a stop. She saw his blonde hair before his face.

"It's your father." She muttered and moved back towards the bed where Edward laid.

"That's the last person I want to see." He groaned and pulled himself up, wincing slightly. The door opened, Carlisle strolling inside. His eyes moved between Bella and Edward, and Bella watched as his jaw set.

"Edward," Carlisle nodded towards his son. "I wanted to come see how you were getting along."

"I'm fine. I'd like to have my daughter brought here." Edward's voice was steady and strong.

"That's not a good idea." Carlisle unbuttoned the button on his suit as he took a seat.

"You don't get to say what is and isn't a good idea when it comes to my family, Carlisle."

Bella noted the beeping next to Edward speeding up, his heart rate and blood pressure increasing. Carlisle's eyes moved from Edward, to Bella, and then to the machine next to his bed.

"I want to see my daughter. You will bring her to me or I will go get her. It's your choice." Edward's voice was steely and low, the authority causing a shudder to slide through Bella which she quickly admonished herself for.

"Isabella, could I speak with my son in private?"

Bella started to answer but was quickly cut off by her husband.

"Absolutely not. There are no secrets between Isabella and I."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, Edward." Carlisle stood from the chair, buttoning his suit coat back together. "Do you want to tell him or shall I?" His eyes bore into Bella's and she hated the feeling sinking into the pit of her stomach as she stared back at his icy eyes, but she refused to look away.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Carlisle." But that was a lie. Bella knew exactly what he was referring to and the ball of anxiety eating away at her stomach was steadily growing.

"What is going on?" Edward asked, looking between Carlisle and Bella.

"Your wife is a liability. She has shown herself to be disloyal to the family and needs to be handled as such."

Bella's stomach dropped and her skin broke out in a hot sweat.

"What?"

"What?" They both asked at the same time.

Carlisle pulled his gun from beneath his jacket, calmly looking at Bella.

"I told you I would do whatever needed to protect my family."

"Carlisle, it's not what you think." Bella took a step back, realizing she left the gun she had by the door.

"Carlisle, what the fuck are you doing?" Edward groaned loudly as he stood from his bed, walking slowly towards his father.

"Isabella was wired when she came to Chicago last week. The day the news broke, I'm guessing her, and her bosses decided to wire her."

Edward's head swiveled towards Bella.

"You were wearing a wire?"

Yes, but…" Bella stumbled over the words, trying to figure out what to say. "It's not like that."

Carlisle raised his gun towards her and Bella's hands immediately shot up in front of her.

"Carlisle, stop! It's not what you think!" She moved to the side, trying to get out of his line of sight.

"Carlisle, let her speak." Edward gripped his father's arm.

"So that she can lie again? She's been lying since the beginning. She's put this family in danger!"

"Edward, you know that's not true! I've never lied to you!." Bella quickly glanced around the room, remembering the points of entry. Window, door, window, window, bathroom, door.

"Carlisle, stop. Now." Edward ordered. Carlisle jerked his arm from Edward's hand and took a step closer to Bella.

"I never wanted you mixed up in this family. Your father was a big enough of a risk, but he never lied. He never took our information to the cops. I knew from the minute you walked back into my house that you were a liability."

Edward pressed the muzzle of a gun against the back of his father's head.

"Maybe we should calm down." Edward suggested, glancing up at Bella. She nodded, her hands slowly lowering. Carlisle tilted his head forward, moving away from the gun as he moved his to the right of Bella.

"Is that better?" He asked Edward.

"Put it down, Carlisle. Now." They stood like that for a few seconds, neither willing to be the first. Slowly, Carlisle lowered his weapon, his finger staying on the trigger. "Isabella, is he telling the truth? Were you wearing a wire?"

Bella gave a slight nod and Edward let out a heavy sigh.

"Why?"

"It was the only way to save us." She moved around the bed to step closer to Edward. "The day it all came out … my bosses called me into a meeting. They asked me if my husband was the man the news claimed you were." She looked up at him, trying to read the emotions on his face. "I … I couldn't lie because they already knew the truth. They knew you were a Cullen. An FBI agent married to the heir of a huge crime family. I was going to prison, no doubt about it. You were next. I know how this happens, I knew the raid that was going to take place and there is nowhere for our daughter to go, Edward. She'd end up in foster care just like I was.

"I couldn't let that happen! So, I struck a deal, but strictly on paper. I had no intention of fulfilling what they asked of me. I swear, Edward. You have to believe me. I couldn't let them take our daughter and I wasn't going to let us go to prison. I said I'd wear the wire in exchange for immunity. They agreed and I signed the paperwork, but I never once had any intention of turning that device over. I just knew I had to get out of there and if I hadn't agreed they would've led me to an interrogation room and I wouldn't have left."

"Do you believe this?" Carlisle spat, looking at Edward. Edward could see the slight tremble in Carlisle's arm, his telltale sign that he wanted to raise it and fire. Edward took inventory of his father, realizing with one pull of the trigger he'd end his life and begin his own reign. Could he do it? Could he kill his father?

Could he kill him in cold blood? Possibly.

Could he kill him if he killed his wife?

Absolutely.