A/N: Just a reminder this chapter is short because it goes into chapter 24 which contains the memoir Chris wrote, well part of it. I promise the whole memoir won't be put up, but this small part to me is kind of interesting and again I'm proud of how it came out. You will also see where the title for this fic comes from. Thank you.

I was just finishing up my memoir when the news story broke. We were getting ready to head to school and I was once again at my laptop typing and getting ready to print the stupid thing.

CNN made the broadcast, which stopped Edward in his tracks as he watched over my shoulder.

"Alonzo Calderas Wallace, suspected serial rapist and murderer wanted in the states of Texas and Oklahoma, was apprehended last night in Portland, Oregon thanks to an anonymous tip. Wallace was found unconscious in an alley early this morning, just a few yards from a police station. Officials are unable to tell us at this time whether he will be extradited to Houston or Oklahoma City to stand trial."

Edward looked down at me and gave me a thankful grin and I nodded my acknowledgement. Carlisle had done most of the work, but he wasn't home, he was at the hospital, but I knew Edward would thank him later.

I hit the print button on my computer and ran over to the printer to retrieve my memoir.

"The coverage here in town will be light. It's too far away to be considered of local interest," Alice spoke up, catching my attention "it was a good call to have Carlisle and Chris take him out of state."

"Hey, it just adds onto the case against him." I pointed out "he crossed state lines, multiple times, and since he's already got a record that makes him a federal case, he'll be lucky to get out in thirty years, hell he'll be lucky to NOT get the chair or lethal injection, especially if the cops have enough evidence against him." I finished putting my memoir into a plastic cover and slipping it into my backpack. I zipped the bag up, and looked back at my siblings "not to mention…he's got more to worry 'bout then Oklahoma and Texas fighting over his carcass," Alice looked at me, raising her eye brow and exchanged a look with Edward "you didn't read it in his thoughts?" I asked my brother

"I was a little preoccupied." Edward reminded me "would you care to inform the rest of us,"

"I profiled him Edward, he's got more on his hands then whatever they've got on him in two states, we're talking other states, many others, even here in Washington and in Oregon. The cops are gonna tie him to other murders and rapes stretching from Texas to out here. The reason we took him to Oregon wasn't just 'cause it was crossing state lines and convenient, he's got a huge rap sheet in Oregon, the cops just don't realize it yet…but they will, DNA testing is gonna link him to about two dozen unsolved cases in Oregon alone half of those in Portland itself."

"You got all of that from a profile?" Edward asked, he knows that my profiles, while detailed and precise in most instances, are not usually THAT detailed, that is a lot of information from just one profile, but that was what I had gotten and I know better than to doubt my profile, my hunches yes I will doubt, but my profiles are very accurate, though it is possible to be wrong about someone's body language, in a profile that detailed, only minor details might be slightly incorrect.

Some people are easier to read then others and some people either just hide themselves better then most. But there are some who just leave all they've done out for the world to see.

For example, Lonnie was like an open book for me to read, he wore his deeds, his pride was his undoing at least to someone like me and if the FBI was as smart as I hoped they were they would see him for what he is…a serial rapist and murderer a sociopath.

The bartender on the other hand the only thing I could profile on him was that he's a family man who had taken the extra job for whatever reason, by day he was a bankteller with many years in the same bank, but was far to humble and discreet to accept any kind of promotion.

As I said, some people without meaning to share more information about themselves then others and some are selective about what I can profile about them.

"You didn't see him sitting in that bar Edward; he was drowning his night in the beer, not out of loss over…" I still couldn't say her name out loud, "but that she would tell the cops and all the pieces would start to fall into place, it was out of desperation. He's never had anyone who could identify him, get away from him like that…never. He was getting ready to go make it a night to remember because he was betting that it would be his last night of freedom."

I saw Edward's face contort again and found myself glad that I hadn't told him this last night, I could see he was desperate to get back to her…get back to protecting her from life if that's what he was truly doing.

"Alice do you mind?" he started to say, before Alice waved her hand cutting him off.

"Rosalie will drive. She'll act pissed, but you know she'll enjoy the excuse to show off her car." Alice laughed and I groaned getting stuffed in the Volvo was one thing getting squished in the beemer hit a whole new low, at least the Volvo has leg room in back.

Edward grinned and gave me a apologetic smile on top of that,

"I'll see you at school," he said to Alice before turning to me "good luck with the memoir."

"Thanks…you owe me big time for this man." I huffed, pretending to be angrier then I really was.

Actually as luck would have it, Esme saved the day by insisting on driving me to school. While getting out of school for a few days is easy for my siblings, me it's not quite so easy and even being the son of the best doctors in the area doesn't automatically make things all well and good.

Esme had a note from Carlisle excusing me from the classes I had missed due to a very serious case of the flu. So as Esme headed for the office to speak with the secretary, I headed for homeroom, but not before giving my mother a quick kiss on the cheek.

As was typical, no one had even noticed I had been absent, most were to busy swooning over the injured Janet to realize that I was back…all except one, well two technically.

When I walked into English it was like I had been gone for months, both Sara and Marie exchanged a look and though Sara looked like she wanted to greet me, allowed Marie to beat her to the door.

"Hi Chris!" she said gently "how are you feeling?"

I nodded

"clean bill of health, or so say my dad."

"Are we still going to Port Angeles tonight?" she asked softly

"Of course," I replied, giving her a reassuring smile "wouldn't miss it for the world. My parents and I will meet you guys here ok?" she nodded as we headed towards our seats. As I passed Sara, she gave me a warm smile, which after a few seconds of being stunned, I returned.

"Ah glad you are back Chris! We've missed you!" Mrs. Brown exclaimed entering the class with a clap. "I assume Marie told you about what was due today."

I nodded

"She did," I replied, giving Marie a thankful grin.

"Well, now that we are all back together! Lets get started on those memoirs, Steve? Your up."

As usual, there was no order to Mrs. Brown's selection, so after Steve, Jenna, and Kelly went, she looked my way.

Luckily, we didn't have to leave our seats to do this, just sit at our desks and read, much better then getting up in front of everyone.

I shifted in my seat a bit as I took a deep breath.