Carlisle was just getting home when Alice, still dragging me behind her, bounded down the stairs to meet him at the door, he raised an eyebrow at the three of us and chuckled to himself.

"Yes?" he asked a knowing grin on his face "is there something in particular I can do for my children?" I darted away from Alice and reached into the closet, pulling out a baseball. I grinned and tossed it to Carlisle who caught it with one hand. "Storm I gather?" Carlisle asked.

The three of us nodded.

"Big one," I answered, "its going to hit over town, but there's gonna be enough thunder to play!"

Carlisle tossed the ball up in the air and caught it once before tossing it back to me.

"Did you ask Edward?" he asked,

Alice nodded

"And Bella. Edward's going to take her home, drop her off, then come back to get the jeep so he can go back to her house to properly introduce himself to Chief Swan." I answered before Alice could, she stuck her tongue out at me.

Carlisle rubbed his chin thoughtfully

"Well. Go tell the others." He said to Jasper and Alice "Chris why don't you get the equipment piled up on your ATV, we'll head up to the field and wait for Edward and Bella."

"All right!" Alice and I exclaimed and went our separate ways, her upstairs to get Emmett and Rosalie; and me to the garage to put gas in my ATV and pull out all the baseball equipment, before I ran upstairs to my room to grab my hat.

Emmett joined me in the garage about ten minutes later. He automatically began to fill the ATV with the gas can we have out here. He didn't say anything at first as I loaded the equipment onto the ATV and tied it all down with a bungee cord, we don't need much, after all we don't use gloves, nor do we need helmets.

We have three bats that we alternate between varying in weight, the bases, extra baseballs just in case we lost some.

Emmett's managed to bust the guts out of three of 'em in the course of one game. I've insisted many times we wouldn't have that problem if we played cricket, its nearly impossible to destroy a proper cricket ball.

I had just finished the load, when my brother looked at me, he wanted to ask me something, but wasn't sure how to go about doing so.

"Just ask me Emmett." I finally said "I know you want to know 'bout her…so ask already."

Emmett took a deep breath and sat down on the Outlaw

"How'd your profile go?" he asked quietly.

I nodded

"Well, I think I got a pretty detailed profile from her Em, what do you want to know 'xactly?"

"I don't know, start with the basics."

I sighed

"Well, for starters, she wants to be accepted by us. Her biggest fear isn't who or even what she's surrounded by, but rather if she's going to offend us by saying or doing the wrong thing."

"That's her biggest fear?" Emmett repeated and I nodded "what else?"

"same stuff as before." I replied reminding him of my earlier profile from Bella's scent a few weeks backs. I was deliberately avoiding the fact that I felt protective of Bella and cared about her.

I paused and walked to the garage door, sticking my head outside, something felt odd and I wasn't sure what it was exactly.

"Chris?" Emmett called "everything ok?"

"I dunno…the air feels different all of a sudden," I replied sniffing, I could smell the massive thunderstorm making its way towards us. "Cant you feel it?"

I could also feel it coming as the rumbles, too discreet for humans to notice, shook the ground ever so slightly. But something else was coming with the storm, something we wouldn't expect.

Emmett looked around and gave the air a sniff, before looking at me and shrugging.

"Storm maybe?"

"Maybe…but it's something else, I just cant figure it out." Something was coming, my ability to profile gave me a different perspective then my brother, maybe it was just my imagination.

I saw a flash of white as Edward ran through the woods, coming to a stop in front of me.

"Hey! It's the Vampire of the Corn!" Emmett exclaimed and I rolled my eyes "maybe that's what you were sensing."

I shook my head, definitely not.

"Hey Edward" I replied "the jeeps all set."

"The jeep? As in my jeep?" Emmett repeated, still chuckling

"Yeah…your jeep, my ATVs and dirt-bikes are the only things that can make it up that trail, Edward cant carry her the whole way, well I mean he could, but why would he." I looked at my brother "doesn't she get…" I snorted "motion sick from being carried?"

"As a matter of fact yes; she does, it's not something to be ashamed of."

"Oh I wasn't saying it is. I was just helping Emmett understand why your mooching his jeep."

"Did you put the roof lights back on?" Edward asked, walking towards Emmett's monstrosity and I nodded, Emmett had lost two of the lights from his roof when we took it out a few weeks prior, big rocks and loose fitting bar-lights do not mix well.

"Yeah rewired them too so their five times as bright."

"Excellent." Edward said climbing into the driver seat of the jeep, he rolled down the window and looked at both of us "see you guys at the field."

"Prepare for a butt whopping your ghostliness." Emmett shot back with an evil grin,

"I think a bet is in the works here." I spoke up grinning at both my brothers

"You come up with the details, I'll follow your lead." Edward replied, starting the jeep and gunning the engine, before speeding out of the garage and down the driveway.

Emmett turned to me, he crossed his arms and looked at me expectantly

"What?" I asked "what's that look for?"

"Is Rosalie going to be ok?" he asked, his face serious for a few moments. I took a deep breath and thought my answer over.

"She's really not happy 'bout this whole thing and she's going to be even less happy 'bout Bella being there while we play ball. But on the other hand I think she'll feel better during the game. She gets the chance to hit something without getting reprimanded for it." I answered, pulling my cricket cap, I wear it every time we play ball, Carlisle bought it for me last year for Christmas; it has the symbol for Surrey on the rim and is my favorite hat of all the hats I have accumulated.

The running joke in my family is our collection of graduation caps, since I have yet to acquire one, I collect an equivalent, that is to say baseball caps and hooded sweatshirts from all the colleges and universities my siblings either apply too or flat out attend I have about150 different colleges from around the country and in Canada, but my cricket cap is my favorite.

They were the closest professional Cricket Club near London and my father's favorite team. He took me too many games watching players like Jack Hobbs and his predecessor Andrew Sandham.

My favorite team was Kent, but growing up with a Surrey fan for a father I grew to respect and even admire my father's team.

Carlisle knew that and my Christmas present last year was Cricket gear; uniform, shirts jacket, a new bat, ball, and the hat.

Emmett grinned and hit the rim of my hat

"Its still not a real sport kid." He replied

"If you would just give me the chance to prove it to you, you'd realize just how wrong you are my brother." I reached into my cabinet and pulled out a cricket bat "for the hundredth time. This is a cricket bat," I pulled out the ball "and this is a cricket ball. Very similar to your baseball and bat only difference is this could break bones even if it was hit by a little kid. I mean this thing's like getting hit by a bullet, trust me I've been hit with one, broke my arm first time I tried to catch it when my dad bowled it to me, my arm and two fingers."

I grabbed the wicket, pushed Emmett out of the garage, and gestured for him to go down the drive.

Emmett took the ball from my hand and looked it over, he looked ready to shoot back a retort, but decided to give me the benefit of the doubt.

I set up the wicket with the three stumps and added the final bail to the group and though my brother smirked a little he didn't say anything. He walked about twenty feet from me and turned to face me.

"Now what?"

"Bowl it!" I replied

"What?"

I rolled my eyes

"Bowl it means throw it you goof!" I called and readied my bat "cricket has a couple of different goals. This is one of them, my job is to defend the wicket and your job is to do your best to knock it down." Emmett raised an eyebrow, I would make a cricket player out of my brother if it killed us…it just might I haven't done this in a while, I was going to be out of practice. Not to mention there was a good chance we might break a window doing this and that would definitely lead to grounding, if not our deaths.

"That's it?" he said "Chris no offense but that's really lame."

"Just you wait Em, you are about to get a lesson in good ol' British sporting!" I paused and swung the bat menacingly "bowl!"

Alice came dancing into the garage, decked out in her own uniform. I could see her standing in the doorway rolling her eyes at us.

"Is there a special way to bowl?" Emmett smirked again

"Normally yeah, but you're a beginner you can get away with regular pitching, believe me I can hit nearly anything."

I knew that would set him off, Emmett can get really competitive and not being able to do something sport related, even if he calls it a pseudo sport, is not how my brother operates.

"Prepare for my fastball Dr. Doolittle." Emmett called and went into his windup, aiming for the stumps my bat connected with the cricket ball with ease.

Again, I haven't played in so long my batting is out of practice so it didn't go exactly where I intended. On the other hand, it did prove my point, as the ball rocketed and nailed Emmett right in the stomach.

My brother doubled over, our bodies are rock solid literally like the diamonds that reveal our true selves in sunlight, so it takes a lot to really hurt us, but I know Emmett at least FELT that.

"So Em," I shouted, shouldering my bat "how'd that Cricket ball feel?"

"Holy crap!" he gasped out clutching his stomach

"I did warn you." I replied "I have BEEN warning you for sixty odd years." I ran down to him and picked up the ball I began bouncing it off the flat side of the bat before hitting it mid air. Alice stepped out of the garage and caught the ball as it flew past the open door. She looked at us expectantly, Emmett and I exchanged a look and shrugged

"can we help you?" he asked with a grin apparently recovering from his run in with the 'wimpy sport'.

"Chris I'm riding with you." She replied, ignoring Emmett.

"Ok…why?" Alice didn't answer for a second or two, she looked at Emmett then back at me "Alice?"

"Are you getting a feeling?" it was such a random question, but from Alice I knew it wasn't. She had seen something and was trying to determine if I had profiled something that would confirm or dispute her vision.

I looked at Emmett again and nodded

"Yeah, a few minutes ago, the air feels different. I can feel the storm coming, but there's more to the atmosphere then the storm. But I don't think there's danger, at least not right now." She nodded agreeing with me.

"Alice what are you not telling us?" Emmett asked, he may not read minds, sense emotions, profile situations or predict the future, but Emmett is not naïve nor is he oblivious (at least not when it's important).

"Nomads?" I asked, Alice confirming my inquiry

"But I cant be sure, I don't see that they are a threat to us."

Emmett sighed and thought this over

"Did you tell Jasper?" he asked

"No, I don't want to worry him. You know how he gets."

Emmett reached over and hugged Alice

"Don't worry 'tween you and the Profiler we'll be fine, you'd see if they were coming our way."

Alice and I exchanged a look, everyone puts way to much faith in our abilities, no one seems to realize that what we predict and profile is not fact…it's not set in stone yet. But I couldn't profile any danger and I had to trust that. I also had to trust that if things did become a threat, Alice would see if quickly and I could assess it just as quickly.