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I wish I was too but yeah, if you haven't heard, Tumblr is messing with Content Creators again. As a result, and due to a few other reasons, I have decided to completely clean out my blog. I deleted all my posts and gone on Hiatus on Tumblr. I am going to get a good grip on what I release and start cross posting my works on AO3 (Tulips98) and Inkitt. So if you want to follow me there, you can for more content.

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Varsini C P - Charlie is definitely on it. But will he let it slide or will he dig in further? That's the question.

GraceEllingson - I don't have Thanksgiving in my country, but doesn't mean I'm not thankful for what I have (Like you people in my life ;)) Also, I really want Charlie to pursue this route but I also don't want him to be in the sort of danger that will get him killed. Charlie still has Bella to think of and while he is very fond of T, he still doesn't like to hover. I doubt he will stick his nose in something that he's sure T can handle.

Roosevelt Sorenson was officially released from Forks General Hospital a week after the 'incident'. He had been institutionalized, diagnosed with and treated for severe weathering, exposure to the elements, dehydration, exhaustion and it was to my knowledge that he had been beat up too, although, neither Carlisle nor Edward and not even Charlie alluded to that fact.

Stephen and I would watch complicated vampire power fuelled conversations pass through the Cullens with these new developments and even though we both wanted to make our own investigations, we soon learned that it would be more prudent to lay low for a while before sticking out our own necks, seeing as Sorenson had his own nearly broken.

"Well," I asked, once Edward rejoined me upstairs and he looked over the banister once at his adoptive father before once more into my eyes.

"Would you believe me if I said that there is nothing to be worried about?" he asked.

"Would you be telling me the truth?" I demanded.

Edward opened his mouth but I gently interrupted. "Remember, we promised each other something." I reminded him and he sighed, resigned.

"Yes, I remember,"

"Well," I asked again.

Edward gripped my hand and tugged me up the stairs towards his room and shut the door gently after us.

"Sorenson refuses to speak to the police. Charlie was in today and he personally did the questioning. Sorenson just said he didn't remember anything for the last few months on his run. He said he was knocked out that day in his house and then it's all a blank. He just happened to stumble to your doorstep."

He gritted his teeth.

"Charlie even asked about you. He asked if Sorenson knew you or was trying to reach out to you." He said.

"Wait, what? Why would Charlie ask about me?" I asked.

Edward ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I wasn't there to know. The only reason I could think of is that Charlie doesn't think Sorenson showing up at his house is a coincidence and he doesn't think Sorenson was doing it for his protection since Sorenson already said he wasn't thinking straight." He said.

"He suspects me doesn't he?" I asked quietly, a pool of dread filling in my stomach as I tried to control my quickly becoming ragged breathing.

"Hey, relax. We can know nothing for sure right now. Charlie has no reason to suspect you of anything. You have never been in trouble before, you haven't been anywhere near where there was any crime happening. You are not a delinquent. He knows you and loves you." Edward was quick to reassure me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders to press a convincing kiss to my temple.

"If Charlie outs me as a criminal, can I stay with you?" I mumbled against him.

Edward laughed at that.

"Yes, my love. You can stay with me. We'll run away if we have to."

I nodded at his joke but I couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding.

Since Sorenson had been released out into the open and had guarded himself against the police, Charlie had slowed down a bit and I could come back home. I wasn't sure how safe it was but Carlisle had assured me that there would be no troubles.

Charlie was home in his usual jeans and plaids when I entered, announcing my arrival to hopefully an empty house but he replied from the living room before walking out into the foyer as I removed and hung up my jacket.

"Hey, you aren't at work." I observed and he shrugged.

"Slow day, I was just sorting through some old cases." He said and I nodded, making a point to undo my scarf and hang it up properly just so I could avoid eye contact.

"You could help," Charlie said suddenly and I froze, looking at him as he led me back to the coffee table where he'd spread out a few sheets, aimed towards different boxes.

"I have the papers sorted; I just need to put them towards the correct box." Charlie said, flopping down on the couch as I picked up the stack closest to me.

"Riley," I murmured.

"Yeah, the guy who went missing," Charlie mumbled.

I didn't need him to remind me. Flashes of sandy hair and flying fists and a painful bruise along my ribs were reminders enough and I just wanted to forget those.

I pulled the box to me and hastily stuffed the papers in before moving on.

It wasn't long before I was sitting cross-legged on the floor filing the papers he handed me before he was talking again.

"So, I heard you looked into the Sorenson case."

I looked up at him. "Who told you that?" I asked, lightly. I wondered if he caught the tremble in my voice. He must have.

"Is it true?" he asked in turn.

For a moment, we held our stares while I wondered if I should tell him the truth.

"Yes," I whispered.

I almost missed the brush of surprise in his eyes but he held on. "Why were you looking into it and why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

I looked down in a show of meekness.

"I just…it was too close to home. I didn't think or I wasn't thinking then. I just wanted answers, you know." I said, keeping my voice small.

Charlie was silent for a good long while before he sighed.

"I shouldn't be telling you this but Roosevelt Sorenson was released this morning on thin grounds. He says he doesn't remember anything and normally I would give a hopeless case like that up but I don't think he's telling me the full truth. I also don't know if you." he held up a hand to stop me when I looked up to protest.

"I am not going to fight with you on this. I can only ask for you to be safe and with Sorenson coming back, I'm worried. Just, please, be safe." He said.

I watched him stack the boxes on top of each other before he walked out as I stayed on the floor, wondering if what I was doing was worth Charlie's safety.

Oh my god, Edward Cullen is here!

Why is he so goddamn hot?

What's he doing here?

Is he still with that new girl?

Edward sighed, tuning out the many thoughts running through the brains of the people around him as he hiked up his sunglasses and rearranged his lanky frame against his car.

The parking of the town library was hardly a place he liked to hang around unless it was for his girlfriend but he had to digress seeing as this was indirectly for Tulika.

He only hoped that this yielded something.

After coming back from the dead, Sorenson had started work as librarian at the town library, unable to return to the school seeing as the causes for his survival were since vague. The school hadn't wanted the scandal that the town library had lapped up as their very own attraction.

Edward didn't know what they were trying to attract, seeing as he was the one waiting for lunch time to hit.

And right on time, the doors opened and a flock of people flushed out, looking around twice at him but his eyes were fixed on one person as he limped his way down the steps, a sandwich clutched in his fingers.

He stepped forward with ease, cutting off the man mid-step.

"Dr. Sorenson," Edward said, in his smooth voice that he tinged with just the right amount of persuasion.

The power flowed around his tongue, coating his words in a thin film of compulsion and Edward nearly sighed at the familiarity of the power.

It had been so long since he had used this particular power, seeing as Tulika was so vehemently against it.

Sorenson's eyes widened.

"Mr. Cullen," he gasped, mouth gaping a little before he was blinking hard, backing away a little from the man standing in front of him with hands deep in the pockets of his coat.

"May we have a word?" he asked.

"I…I was just about to have my lunch."

Edward glanced at the measly sandwich Sorenson was showing him. "It won't take long."

Sorenson oscillated between two decisions before sighed. "Fine," He said before following Edward back to his car, standing a little apprehensively. "Yes," he asked.

"Firstly, let me ask you how you are? My father treated you." Edward began, taking a leaf out Tulika's book to put him at ease.

As expected, the polite question along with Edward's persuasion lulled Sorenson. "I am quite well. Your father is an excellent doctor." He said.

Edward nodded before flashing a wide smile at him.

"You are going to tell me exactly what happened to you all the time you were away, Doctor. Start from the beginning and please. Don't leave anything out." He said.

Sorenson's face immediately fell.

"No," he said.

Edward paused for a second before frowning.

"Dr. Sorenson, I'm not joking. What you know might be helpful to me,"

"Not to you…look, I'm not going to tell you the same lie I told to the Chief. I remember everything but I can only wish I never knew any of it. Let me forget and you forget too. Tell your Tulika that it's not worth it. She has you; she has the Chief and a family here. I think that's worth more than knowing. She should live unconcerned for as long as she can."

Edward only stared, a blank look on his face.

"Please," Sorenson said finally before turning on his heel and leaving.

Edward didn't stop him.

There we have it.

Like I said before, is Charlie really going to stay out of it?

Laters!