AN: Hello All! I hope everyone is still here. Sorry about the delay, but I had emergency surgery on my foot, so I've been out of commission, but all is well now, and I'm back. See you at the end!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

~Unbeta'd~

That's What Little Girls Are Made Of...

Chapter One Forty-Seven

BPOV

Like obedient soldiers we all marched out of Eleazar's house behind Esme, leaving police, FBI agents, and all respective criminals behind. The tension on the way to the SUV was so thick, you could cut it with a plastic knife. Lines had been drawn and sides had been picked.

It was obvious that we had gained a few more passengers, so, our original mode of transportation would no longer be accommodating.

"Look, I know this is a tense situation," we all stopped when Agent Romanov started to speak from just outside the front door. "And contrary to what you all may believe, I am happy that this nightmare is somewhat over."

Stepping closer, he lowered his voice to pretty much a whisper. "Off the books," looking over his shoulder to make sure no one's listening, "I don't give a rat's ass who killed Eleazar Cullen or why. Personally, I'm glad the motherfucker's dead."

Our dilemma over transportation was momentarily forgotten as we all stood there looking comical with our mouths hanging open.

But really, what the hell do you say to something like that?

Apparently, a lot more, because Romanov was not finished talking. "Now is not the time to go into detail, the walls have fucking ears around here. I've got an SUV waiting out front with someone, I know and trust to take you to back to the room to get your stuff and straight to the airport.

Unfortunately, I'm not on my turf, so, I've got to get you all out of here as soon as possible. This goddamn place is crawling with crooked law enforcement. I've got a team outside of my team, if you know what I mean. Anyway, get your shit and get out quickly, there's a private plane waiting to take you to a safe house, and when I'm done here, I'll come and meet you." That being said, he turned on his heel, disappearing into the chaos.

Well, this shit is getting crazier by the minute!

Emmett, Jasper, and Edward automatically headed toward the SUV we all came in while the girls and I stood in limbo. "Hey, Izzy..." Edward paused with one leg in the truck, "Come on, we need to get going."

As much as I wanted to go with him, I couldn't get over the fact that he threw Maggie under the fucking bus back there!

After all that she had done for us!

Risked for us!

How could he be so fucking callous?

We are the only family that Maggie has!

No, I couldn't...

Not right now at least...

Resigned to my decision, I shook my head in the negative. "No, Edward." I watched his face fall in understanding. "I'm not saying never, but I am saying not right now. Maggie needed us to have her back tonight like she's had ours since this whole nightmare started."

Cold, tired and emotionally spent, I felt like my heart was literally ripping in two. "She saved your life Edward…all of our lives, if you stop and think about it!" By this time, my breathing was heavy, and big fat tears were flowing from my eyes.

Just the thought of losing someone in my family had bile rising in my throat. Incensed now at how cavalier Edward was being, I flew at him in a rage. "Eleazar had a gun under his desk," I yelled, beating against his chest. "A gun, Edward! Do you even realize what that could have meant for one of us?"

"Izzy, I..."

"No!" I cut him off before he could speak. "Don't Izzy me, Edward! You didn't think! Always so hotheaded and fucking stubborn! Arggghh..." I growled.

Turning toward the waiting SUV, I could feel myself losing steam. Looking at Edward, I left him with some serious parting words. "Well you know what, Team Edward, I choose to be with family right now. Let me know how your little party of one turns out."

Climbing into the back of the SUV behind Alice, Rose, Carlisle, and Maggie, I immediately sought comfort in Esme's arms. "Me-me…" I sobbed in pain.

"Shhh... Sweet Girl," she cooed, smoothing my hair. "Me-me's home now, and I'm going to make it all better." I clung to her tightly, praying to God that her words were true.

Damn, I guess we just had our first real fight...

Now how do we fix this?

AN: Oh my, trouble in paradise. Let's hope that Me-me is right, and she can wrangle the troops. Poor Carlisle, I can only imagine how confused and out-of-sorts he must be feeling. Maybe next time we can take a look inside his head. What do you guys think about that?

Laterzz...

Krazi

xoxo