First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however, I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any time soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different from how my last stories flow.

Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.

Thirdly, there are 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two outtakes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile I will try to upload as often as I can. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.

Last but not least. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in a matter of days.

"Bella someone's on the phone for you." Peter called through the house just as he was leaving to go to work.

I swear shift work must be the most painful and aggravating form of employment known to mankind. I don't know how either Peter or Jasper are able to handle working different hours every couple of weeks. Jasper was currently on the early morning shift at the gym, so I was expecting him home soon, and I still hadn't told him that Pa knew about the house. I was waiting for the house to be more private for that little conversation. I slowly rolled out of bed, since today was one of those rare days where Junior slept through the night and thus far was still asleep. I wasn't going to knock back some much needed sleep. Yet, knowing that there was someone waiting on the phone for me, I didn't feel right just to ignore the call.

"Thanks Pete, I was enjoying that dream." I mumbled only to get a chuckle and the wiggling brows that meant sexual innuendos were somewhere in the future if he didn't leave for work soon.

"Hello, Bella speaking." I answered somehow managing to stifle the yawn that tried to escape out of my mouth.

"Miss Swan? This is Detective Simmons calling. I'm sorry if I woke you." The baritone voice called through the phone. Instantly I was more alert to the conversation that was about to take place. Hopefully, we would be able to start work on the house soon.

"No problem. I needed to get up soon anyway. How can I help you Detective? Has there been any progress on the damage done to our property?" we had been waiting for updates for nearly 2 weeks now and both Jasper and I were ready to call it quits on waiting for the police to give us the go ahead on the safety of the house.

"Yes, we have a suspect in custody. He's also being held for another criminal act; which is why I am calling you this morning. Is there any way you are able to come down to the precinct so we could talk?" I couldn't understand what I would be needed for after all that had happened where I would be needed to work with the police.

"Are you there Miss Swan?" he questioned, as his tone was a little unnerving for my liking.

"Yes, yes. I'll get there as soon as I can. I just need to make some calls to find someone to care for my son while I'm out. Do you mind if I bring my partner or would it be best if I came on my own?" I was a little rattled and really, what parent wants to take their baby to the police station regarding official matters.

As he was fine with Jasper coming with me, I had to make a call for someone to come and care for Junior. Momma and Pa would have jumped at the chance with more time with their grandchild but I knew that Rose and Emmett were dying to care for the little one. Rather than call I would be better if I sent a text, knowing that those two were acting like bunnies trying for their own little bundle of arms and legs. I had watched as Rose red all the books, had gone to the doctors to find her ovulating cycle and god only knows what else those two have in place. The only thing they needed to do now was to relax and let it all work out for the best.

Surprisingly I got a hasty reply of Rose being here within the hour, either Emmett was working or she wasn't at the best time for them to be trying. As much as I hoped, they would become parents soon; the imagery that came to my mind with the constant talks of ovulating and vitamins that those two talked about was enough to send a shiver down my back. The only reason why Jasper and I kept an eye on my cycle was to make sure that we stayed away from each other or we used protection. Both of us may have wanted at least two kids but we wanted them to be at least eighteen months apart.

I stepped into the shower after turning the monitor on high so I would hear if Junior woke up and quickly washed all appropriate areas, including my hair. I was never as glad as I was now since all the girls had introduced me to laser hair removal a few months ago. Waxing and shaving just took up too much time. By the time I had finished in the bathroom I could hear Jasper in our son's room, I didn't even hear him make any noise while I was in the shower. So that meant one of two possibilities. Either he woke up while I was in the shower and Jasper had been watching him, or he turned the monitor down as he was now home. Quickly getting dressed in the dark wash skinny jeans and white ¾-sleeved top I walked into our son's room to see a vision that I always loved to see. There was Jazz holding Junior as he talked to him about what it takes to be a real man; and how to treat a lady.

"Hey as much as I love to hear you tell him these rules I need you to shower and get dressed. I got a call from the police this morning and they want me to go down there to talk to them. Rose is on her way to look after Junior for us." His head shot up as soon as I mentioned the police, I could see the worry in his eyes about whatever was going on.

He walked over to me and gently kissed me, his lips still had the power to knock me off my feet after a year of being together. Quickly he put junior in my arms and headed for the bathroom, I heard the shower start not 2 minutes later. Quickly deciding to give the little man a feed I sat down on the chair and got myself comfortable. Thankfully, Junior wasn't fussy when it came to feeding as long as it was breast he would take it in any form, whether from a bottle or from me he was one happy baby. We did try him on formula but he just wouldn't take to it, so we let him be.

"Hello, Bella where are you?" Rose called from the front of the house since we were pretty lucky in living in an estate where locking doors wasn't always needed if you were home.

"We're in Junior's room Rose." I called back as I heard the shower turn off and the mental image of Jasper dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist his hair dripping with water. I had to shake the image from my head, as I knew I had to think about what was going on today.

Rose walked into the room seconds later calling out to Jazz that he needed to get dressed as she didn't want to see his man bits. Well it was better than Peter's magic stick and therapy balls. We heard Jazz laugh as he deliberately opened the doors and close them harder than normal so she knew he was going to be dressed next time he entered the room.

"So not that I mind looking after the little man, but what's got you needing a sitter at such short notice? You two are never at the last minute callers." She asked as she grabbed Junior from my arms.

"We got a call this morning, nothing's wrong or anything. But it's just that I thought it might be easier to get everything done while he was with you then if we took him with us."

As much as I wanted to tell her everything that was going on, I really didn't want to worry anyone about something that might have only a little thing connected to Jazz and me. She nodded her head and kicked us out of our own home, with the threat that if we came back before 5 tonight she was going to kick our butts.

As we headed towards the car, I could sense Jasper's eyes on me, watching as I walked towards the car. It wasn't until we were half way there that he finally asked what was going on, but how do you tell someone that whoever broke into the house had been involved with something else that concerned us. At first I wondered if it had to do with something I did when I was back in school hitting the party circuits in freshman year, but then again Char always kept my butt out of trouble; if not her then Edward did.

"Sweetheart, what's going on in that head of yours? You are never this quiet. Are you worried about whatever is going to happen?" I must have spaced out, as I don't even remember him asking more than once about what was going on in my head; and by the sounds of it he had more than once asked that question.

"Sorta, I mean what does whoever it was that broke into our house have anything to do with me other than they broke into the house. I know I was a little wild at school; but I never got in any major trouble or anything." He seemed at a loss for all of two seconds before everything sunk in.

"What do you mean that whoever it was that broke in has something to do with you other than they broke into the house?" if possible he seemed to be more unnerved with this than I did.

"Um, well that's what detective Simmons said. It's why he's asked me to come down to the station to talk to him. They have a suspect in a holding cell but that's all I know." I really should learn to keep my mouth shut as he swerved a little with that news.

"Bella why didn't you tell me before we left? This isn't something you should have held back from me?" His hold on the wheel was so strong you could see the knuckles had turned white from the force he had hold of it.

The rest of the drive was quiet, neither able to talk about what was coming up when we got to the station. As Jasper parked the car I couldn't help but look over at him, I didn't want to have him upset with me.

"Jazz, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but we really didn't have the time to sit down and talk. I wasn't trying to hold it from you." By the time I had finished I was looking down at my hands, feeling really stupid about everything. I didn't hear his door open or close nor did I notice that he had opened my door until I felt his hands under my chin.

"Hey, Bella look at me please." his voice was so gentle that I was lost in the sound. Slowly I looked up at his eyes but what I saw there wasn't any anger or pain because I had kept something from him, but I could see the love in his eyes.

"Come on let's go inside and see what's going on. Then maybe we can get started on the house." I couldn't help but smile at him, nor kiss him with how close he was.

"Come the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get things started on our house." We walked into the station not knowing what we were going to face.

As we walked up to the front desk, I couldn't help but look around the waiting area, from the people walking back and forth from the hall, to the people sitting in the chairs were all just watching us as we were watching them.

"Hi we're here to see Detective Simmons, I'm Isabella Swan." Yeah I didn't know what to say and Jasper seemed to think it funny about whatever I saw. I had to wonder if this was his way of dealing with stress. But the young officer behind the desk just smiled and pointed towards the chairs before picking up the phone to call the detective to the desk.

"What's so funny? You better not be laughing at me." I elbowed him in the kidney cause let's face it he's still taller than I am and it hurts more. He quickly stopped laughing and rubbed his side as we sat down. I don't think we even sat there for more than 2 minutes before an elder man walked towards us wearing a dark grey suit with the tie loosened for comfort.

"Bella Swan; and you would be Major Jasper Whitlock. Please follow me." he directed us towards the door he had obviously just exited. We were led towards the stairs that seemed to be lead to only god knows how many offices; but it would seem our stop would have been only to the 1st floor. What I didn't understand was why we were heading towards the homicide offices and not any other. I felt Jasper take hold of my hand and squeeze it as we walked forwards more.

"Miss Swan, there had been a development not only in your case with the break and enter, and the subsequent vandalism of your property, as well as the death of your patient Breanna Tanner." Detective Simmons watched as I fell back into Jasper's arms. I knew that Riley was now sitting in a prison for his involvement in Brea's death, but all we had to go on to further the with the case as we couldn't find the elusive Mr A as I began to call him.

"Sweetheart; are you alright? Do you need anything?" Jasper asked me as I slowly calmed my breathing down.

"Wait you said that there was a link between the man who did that to Brea and the man who broke into our home and done all that damage? How, why... I mean I loved Brea with all my heart, but what would make a man do those things with some sort of link with two very different incidents?" I was babbling and we all knew it, but I just couldn't bring myself to calm down as fast as I wanted.

"It was Mr Whitlock's information actually. When he told us he had had some problems with a work colleague we looked into all the avenues that were there. He's pretty much admitted to watching you and has confessed to both that and breaking into your home. As for the attack on your friend we found some prints on both the house locks and around the glass window frame and he had left some fingerprints at the Tanner residence. That coupled with the assault on your partner earlier this year he has gotten himself into some serious criminal business on the streets."

"Wait you mentioned the altercation between myself and a co-worker. You mean that Alec was behind all that pain we've all gone through?" Jasper was seething with this revelation.

Emmett had told me the exact details of that incident and coupled with all that we have learned I felt sick. I had felt sorry for the guy after dealing with god only knows what kind of demons inside his head I could hardly understand why someone would abuse a US military officer. But he was behind all of this.

"Can I see him?" I asked only gaining the strong hold from Jasper to become even stronger if that were possible and a very uncertain look from Detective Simmons.

"I don't want to be alone with him, you both are more than welcomed to join me, but I want to know why. What was so important to take someone's life, break into someone's home; or start a fight because you weren't getting what you wanted? I'm sure you have already told Chelsea and Marcus that you have the man is being held, and I know that neither want to see him, but they want answers. I want to be the one to give them those answers. I won't be taking him as a patient, it's too much of an ethical dilemma with me being Brea's psychiatrist before she passed away, but maybe I can bring some peace to some people who need it more than I do." I felt Jasper place a soft kiss on top of my head as he squeezed my hands; telling me that he understood.

I also saw the apprehension in Detective Simmons eyes until I had explained why I wanted to do this for not just me but also for Brea's family. They needed to know just as much as me, if not more so. A simple nod from him and we began our walk down to the holding cells where we would come face to face with the man who had caused so much problems in our lives these last few months.