A/N: I do not own Twilight

Adjournment

Chapter 6: Identities

"What happens now?" Emmett looked haunted as he asked Carlisle the question.

"We take precautions. As soon as the girl can be moved, I'm sending her to a safe house with the brother. You and Edward will babysit them." He knew a protest was forthcoming, so he cut it off before Emmett could start. "I think it's best that you two stay off of Ed's radar for a while. If you are helping me protect our witnesses, the odds are better that Edward doesn't kill your father."

"What about Rose and Alice? If Jamison makes the connection back to your home, he could target your family." Emmett was beyond worried.

"I will have security for both of them. I promise they will be safe." Carlisle assured the younger man. "I can have Esme come with you to make sure Angela is recovering without complications. I can tell Ed she's staying with her sister for a couple of weeks."

"How soon before we can move them?"

"I'll check with my wife. I'm sure I can persuade her to let us move them soon since she will be tagging along to help. I need to know exactly what went down tonight at Jamison's place and it would appear that this girl is the only one that knows exactly what happened."

"I thought the kid said something about security and computers. Can't we hack into their security feed?"

"Not unless we are on site. The system is high tech."

"What about sending a team to Jamison's compound? Johnathan said that his mother is dead. We need to find the body. If Jamison killed her, we have him for murder right there."

Carlisle's phone alerted him to a new text at that moment. After reading it,he was in a hurry to leave. "Tanya Jamison's body was just recovered. I need to control the scene and get Dr. Shane to start the autopsy as soon as possible. You keep your brother here. Your job and his right now is to protect Jamison's kids. I'll be in touch soon."

"Yes, sir." Emmett mumbled before going in search of his brother.

He found Alice and Rosalie passed out on two of the sofas in the waiting area outside of the room where Dr. Cullen was treating her patient. Edward was standing propped up against the wall in between the waiting room and Angela's room. He looked confused as he watched Johnathan who looked like his whole world had crashed down around him.

"Any word on the girl?" Emmett asked his brother.

"Esme says the surgery went well. She should recover fully in time." Edward answered without looking away from the kid.

"Why are you looking at him like that?"

"Does that kid seem familiar to you? I swear he looks like someone I know."

Emmett shook his head, "The only place I've seen that kid is in files associated with his father. To be honest, Jamison has kept guard so tight on those two, I'm surprised we had any photos of them at all." Emmett took another long look. "You know, he does seem vaguely familiar."

"Where's Carlisle?" Edward questioned.

"Tanya Jamison's body was just recovered. He went to secure the scene and to make sure Dr. Shane does the autopsy. We need to talk to that girl."

"That may take some time. Who knows what really happened last night." Edward sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Damn, I'm tired," he huffed before turning to Emmett. "What's the plan? Are we arresting Jamison or what?"

"Actually, our orders are to lay low with the Jamison offspring until Carlisle can get a handle on what's happening with our sperm donor and until Angela can tell us what happened."

"You mean babysitting? What the hell?" Edward's temper flared. "As far as I'm concerned, we have enough to arrest Edward Masen Senior right now based on the kid's statement alone. He needs to be taken out of his position at the very least."

"You need to calm down. This is a huge mess. The boss wants all the facts before proceeding. The best way to do that right now is for him to get a handle on Senior while we watch out for those two. My job is to make sure you don't do anything stupid." He glared at his younger brother.

"Hey, it's getting a little loud out here guys. Tone it down some." Esme ordered as she exited the girl's room looking every bit as exhausted as they felt if not more. It was almost sunrise and none nerves were on edge all around.

Johnathan stood up and approached them. "How is she?"

"Stable. Come on. You can sit with her if you want." Esme ushered the young man into his sister's room only to return after getting him settled. "Where's my husband?"

"He had to leave for a little while. Why?" Emmett asked when she frowned.

"I need to let him know something." She pulled both of the brothers down the hall a short way from the door of Angela's room. "We took blood from Johnathan to see if he could donate to Angela. Unfortunately, he couldn't donate. Boys, there is no way those two kids are related by blood. It's just not possible."

"What the hell does that mean?" Emmett demanded.

"I'm not sure, however, I want to run DNA on both of them against a sample of Jamison and his wife. Something is definitely not right here. How long before Carlisle gets back?"

"I'm not sure. Does this mean they aren't Jamison's kids?"

"All I can say for certain at this point is that Angela and Johnathan are not related by blood. One of them may have been fathered by Sebastian Jamison, but not both of them."

"And how long before your DNA test come back with results?" Edward questioned.

"Days. I'll see if I can call in a few favors to get it rushed. This is important to your case. Yes?"

Emmett nodded a confirmation. "Carlisle is wanting us to move both of them to a safe house for their protection. He wants you to come along– to take care of her until she's well." Emmett explained. "How soon before we can move her from here without endangering her life?"

"I'd like to wait another twenty-four hours, but if we need to go before then, I'll make it work. As long as I go with her." Esme stressed to them as her cell phone went off. It was Carlisle asking her to meet him in the morgue. She let him know she could be down within ten minutes. "He wants the two of you to stay here and lay low. I have Angela in the system under a fake name and the only people on staff that have seen her are completely trustworthy. I should be back in less than half an hour. Let the girls sleep if you can. They've had a long night." Esme instructed as she left to meet her husband.

"What are you thinking?" Emmett asked.

"I'm not sure what to think. Maybe neither of them are related to Jamison by blood. Maybe Tanya mothered one and Sebastian fathered the other? I don't think Johnathan knows she's not really his sister." Edward answered.

"I really don't think it matters to him if they are blood related. She is his sister. You of all people know blood doesn't make you family."

"We used to be – a family. I used to think we were a happy family. Did I imagine that?"

"We were a happy family with Mom. Senior wasn't really around all that much when we were growing up." Emmett reminded him.

"I miss her every day." Edward sounded broken.

"I know."

***Adjournment***

Esme made her way to the morgue which was housed in a different wing of the hospital on the second sub level. It gave her chills every time she had to come this way and not just because of the decreased temperature. She saw her husband before he saw her and he looked troubled, haunted even.

"Carlisle, what's wrong?" she asked as she approached him.

"I need you to look at something and I need you to tell me I'm not crazy. Please"

Esme had only seen her husband this distraught during one other period in their lives and it just about killed her to see him so troubled.

"What is it? What's wrong?" She demanded.

"Come with me please." He lead her into the autopsy room where Dr. Shane was standing close to the body of Tanya Jamison. "I want you to look at her and tell me what you see."

Esme frowned but did as he asked and turned to examine the woman on the table. She had straight, jet black hair, and looked to be about fourty years old. She had been in good physical shape. Pierced ears, and peaking out of the edge of her shirt you could tell she had some ink on her shoulder. The longer Esme looked at her, she was reminded of someone.

"I want you to imagine her with red curly hair. Twenty years younger." Carlisle whispered.

Esme could have sworn her heart stopped beating. She stopped breathing. Her vision blurred. "No. It can't be. I thought this was Jamison's wife."

"She is. Her ID says Tanya Jamison. But you see it right?"

"What does this mean? Carlisle, the blood tests," Esme breathed. "Johnathan and Angela aren't related. What if -?" She couldn't even finish her sentence.

"Dr. Shane, I need this woman's identity confirmed ASAP. No one is to touch her but you. I'm going to have the two agents that came back with me guard the morgue. You call me the second you know something." He waited for the doctor to acknowledge him. "Esme, I want you and those kids out of here now."

"But it's too soon to move her -"

"They can't be here. You'll be there as her doctor. Please don't argue." Carlisle was already moving her toward the exit and then to the elevators. "Care Flight. There's a helicopter on the roof. Right?"

"Of course. But that's for -"

"Get her loaded onto the helicopter. The boy too. Emmett can pilot. I'll tell him where to land." They stepped into the elevator and Carlisle cursed. As the door closed, he caught a glimpse of Sebastian Jamison and a couple of his men getting off another elevator headed toward the morgue. Of course he was here to play the grieving husband. He tried to get a cell call through to Emmett or Edward but he couldn't get a signal. He tried to text, but again, it wouldn't go through. Carlisle let loose a string of profanities that his wife had never heard him use before.

"That girl could be our daughter." Esme finally spoke the words.

"I know. We need to get them out before Jamison realizes they're here."

After what felt like hours but was really only a minute, the elevator doors opened up. They both sprinted down the hallway to the other wing of the hospital to get to Angela and Johnathan.

"I need to take Rosalie with me. She can help. Alice too." Esme stated.

"No. Alice stays with me. I'm going to have a difficult enough time keeping Ed out of the loop on this without everyone vanishing at the same time."

"I will not leave her behind. The family stays together, Carlisle. It's bad enough that we will be separated from you. I will not endure Alice being left at the house alone." She argued.

As they rounded the corner to the waiting room where they had left their daughters sleeping, the scene before them had changed. Rosalie and Edward had Angela set and ready to be wheeled into the elevator to take them up to the roof and the waiting helicopter. Alice was holding a bag of what appeared to be medical supplies and Emmett was holding onto Johnathan who looked like he wanted to bolt.

"We got your text. Just tell me where I'm landing." Emmett lead the group up to the helipad.

"I'll send it to your phone. Get them out of here." Carlisle barked the order and watched as all seven of them crowded into the Care Flight emergency helicopter. In less time than he thought possible, they were gone. He sent coordinated to Emmett and said a quick prayer before heading back down to the morgue to confront Sebastian Jamison.

When he arrived, Dr. Shane was explaining to Jamison why there had to be an autopsy.

"Is there a problem here?" Carlisle interrupted them.

"No. I just wanted to know when exactly my wife's body would be released to the funeral home." Jamison grinned.

"You seem awfully chipper for someone whose spouse just died." Carlisle remarked.

"Not every marriage is a happy one. Surely you can understand that, Commander Cullen."

"Yes. I do understand, Mr. Jamison. Just as I understand that laws are made to be followed by everyone."

"If you have something to say, please tell me."

"My point is just that no one is above the law. Wouldn't you agree?"

"We will see. Please give me a call when I can collect my wife." Jamison lead his entourage out after tossing a business card to the doctor.

Carlisle needed to get to the office. He needed to get his ducks in a row to deal with his boss and hopefully keep Ed in the dark as to what had happened to his family in the last sixteen hours. He needed to ensure the safety of Johnathan and – the girl. The girl that could possible be his daughter. His Bella.

Rosalie had been named for Carlisle's mother and Mary Alice for Esme's grandmother. Their little Isabella Marie had been named for Carlisle's little sister. His sister had died before her first birthday from complications of a surgery she had needed at birth. Was this their daughter? Their Bella? He had to push the thought from his mind and concentrate on keeping with his plan. Hopefully they would have answers to the true identities of Tanya and Angela Jamison and the reason why Ed was being blackmailed by Sebastian.