Updated A/N: I realized after the fact that this chapter is not as necessary as I had once thought. I still love the EmPOV, as do a lot of you, but when the story is complete, I will be moving this chapter over to Outtakes.

A/N: Thank you for all the well wishes and reviews! My bones were actually not healing at all so the doc has me electrocuting myself to recovery. Sounds weird, I know.

I'm thrilled that you love Tanya! Didn't I say? YES! Did you trust me? NO! Did we learn from our mistake? LOL. I'm just messing with you guys ^_^. A few of you thought that it was luck that Edward was at the same club, but if you remember, James was coming from outside when he came back to the table. He overheard the girls talking about the club they were going to and decided to join them.

This Chapter is dedicated to MuffNbutter for being my injured hand buddy! Get better soon :-)

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~*~Changing Perspective~*~

Emmett

I had never met a woman like Rosalie Cullen. She was strong and soft at the same time, confident and vulnerable, cocky and sincere. And she was hot. That woman was sexy as all hell. Even in sweats, she had my blood pumping. She was definitely my kind of woman.

When I met her, I wanted her. I just knew I had to have her and when Edward told me to stay away I had to suppress the urge to fight for her. I wanted to kill him for putting me in the same damn position he felt with Bella. What he had going on was wrong, but the stupid SOB made me see his side of it without even trying. Rosalie was his sister, I was his best friend, and she was off limits. God, did I want to kill him, but I knew he was right.

And then we met the jackass fiancé. I didn't like him from the beginning, but I figured it was just because I wanted his girl. One look at Edward and I knew otherwise. Edward was always a good judge of character and that guy was a creep. So, here I was dancing with Rosalie's perfect body pressed firmly against mine. Strange how you can go from wanting to kill someone to wanting to hug them. Edward always had a way of bringing out the bipolar in me.

When he told me to go for it with Rose, I could barely hide my enthusiasm. Of course I would never let him see it, but inside my head I was jumping up and down like a five-year old on a sugar high. I didn't know what exactly it was with that gorgeous woman, but Rose drew me in like no one ever had before. I had never wanted anyone so badly, but there was still the problem of her idiot fiancé.

I knew she could feel something with me too, it was written all over her face. And when she was with me she forgot all about the dirt bag. Either that or she just didn't care that she was pressing her ass against my giant hard on and if it weren't for the clothes we would have been having sex right there on the dance floor. I wanted to beat the person that pulled my attention away from the vixen grinding herself against me even if it was Tanya. Then I saw her face.

"What's wrong? Where's Edward?" Rose stopped then, coming out of our bubble and Tanya shook her head trying to hold back the tears I could see forming.

"I don't know," she yelled over the music. "I went back to the table, but he wasn't there and…" she trailed off and looked in the direction of the front of the club.

There were cops running from the front door to the bathrooms with guns drawn. Something bad was happening, that much I knew and after a minute the lights came up and the music shut off. I pulled out my phone to call Edward, but he didn't answer. I cursed under my breath and called again with still no answer. The girls both pulled out their phones too, but none of us were getting through. I left him a voicemail after the fourth try and tried to calm myself down. If he wasn't dying or dead I was going to kill him.

There was someone trying to speak over all of the crying and gossiping going on and I made something out about the police needing to ask a few questions, but I was still too busy looking for Edward. Finally, my phone rang and as relieved as I felt, I was just as angry. I loved that man like a brother and he scared the shit out of me.

"Dude, where the fuck are you? There's police everywhere."

"I know. James…" He paused for a moment and I could here sirens coming from the background. "James attacked Bella."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It didn't make any sense. "What do you mean 'James attacked Bella?'" I asked slowly and quietly so as not to alert Rose.

"I mean, I'm on my way to the hospital with Bella. You need to find Alice. I'm sure she's there if Bella was. Jasper's probably with her. Make sure they know what happened. Take care of Rose for me."

My mind was spinning out of control. I told him to call me when he had any more news and then turned to the girls. What was I going to tell them? I wanted Rose, but not like this and I just couldn't bring myself to tell her yet.

I spotted Alice immediately standing on top of a table looking frantic. I made my way over and gestured for Rose and Tanya to follow. Alice saw me approach and I knew she could tell by the look on my face that I had bad news. Jasper helped her down and she looked at me expectantly. I tried to speak, but I just couldn't get the right words to form.

"Come on, you two. I'm taking you back to Rose's." Rose stopped me when I turned and I could see the concern and questions in her eyes. I silently pleaded with her to just let me handle things for now and, thankfully, she understood.

The police weren't requiring anyone to stay, so we took off. Tanya drove Jasper's car so that he could keep Alice calm and I took Rose in my Jeep. It wasn't a minute since we climbed in the car that Rose demanded to know what was happening. I didn't want to tell her, but she had a right to know, so I took one last deep breath and told her exactly what Edward told me.

"No. You're lying. He's lying," she said. It was strange. The words defended the douche, but there was no hint of sincerity. It was as if she already knew.

"I'm not lying, Rosalie. And do you really think that Edward would make something like this up?" When she didn't answer me, I looked over at her. I expected her to yell, scream, cry, but she just sat there like I hadn't said anything at all.

I wanted to say something, to comfort her, but nothing I could do or say would have made any difference in the world. So, I just let her be and when we got to her place and she locked herself in her office, I sat on the couch and put my head in my hands. My first vacation in six months and this is how it turns out. Life was seriously fucked up. And it didn't get much better when Alice rushed through the door talking faster than I could listen.

"Alice, sweetie, why don't you calm down and have a cup of tea?" Tanya asked when she saw how anxious I was getting.

Man, that chick was a Godsend. It seemed like she really hit it off with Edward and I felt bad for her that his heart was in too deep with someone else. It was a bad situation, but I couldn't really focus on it at that moment. Tanya and Jasper had finally gotten Alice to relax a little and it was time to share my knowledge.

At least Alice did what I expected. She cried and then she screamed about it being all her fault until she fell to the ground in a heap. I couldn't take it. The not knowing was killing me and I hated seeing everyone fall apart. Before anyone could say a word, I was on the balcony trying to balance my nerves.

Bella was a good kid. She didn't deserve the crap that happened to her and, yet, she could find trouble in care bear land if it were remotely possible. The girl was a danger magnet if I ever saw one and I just hoped that whatever happened tonight wasn't as bad as my mind was trying to make me believe.

I didn't know how long I stayed out in the cold night air. I lost all track of time until Alice's constant high pitched questions brought me out of my daze. I was inside again just as Alice fell into Jasper's arms and Tanya handed me the phone.

"What's going on, Edward?" I asked.

"They're doing a rape kit on her right now," Edward told me as calmly as he could.

Rape kit. They were doing a rape kit and I could barely keep it together as Edward tried to convince himself that it was all unnecessary. I just wanted to hit something, but Edward needed me to reassure him and that's exactly what I did.

"I know, man. I know," I said, still seething, but more worried over how Edward was handling everything. I might not have approved of his feelings for Bella, but he loved her and I couldn't begin to imagine the pain he was in.

I asked him what happened at the club and he filled me in on the dirty details. The more I listened, the sicker I got. It was a good thing that bastard wasn't anywhere near me or he would have been dead before he knew what hit him. I had never been more infuriated in my entire life. When I hung up the phone I slammed my hand down on the counter and regretted it immediately. Everyone in the room froze and looked at me expectantly.

"There's no news yet," I said softly.

I didn't want to worry Alice if it wasn't necessary, so I told her a vague version of the story I was told and walked back out onto the balcony. Everything was so fucked up! Bella was in the hospital; Edward was there with her, alone; Alice was crying in the living room; Rose hadn't come out of her office since we arrived. We were just supposed to meet Edward's sister and have fun in the city, but the whole weekend felt like a bad episode of The OC or something.

I shook my head, then, because never in my life had I ever thought I would relate myself in any way to teen soap. I definitely needed to stop listening to high school gossip.

"Emmett," Tanya's nervous voice pulled be back down to earth, "Rose just left."

I didn't stay to ask why. I didn't know where Rosalie was going or what she thought she was doing, but I knew that she shouldn't be alone and I let out the breath I was holding when I saw her still waiting for the elevator, briefcase in hand.

"What are you doing here, Emmett?" She stayed turned toward the doors as she spoke.

"Taking you where you need to go. What are you doing?"

She sighed and closed her eyes before answering me, her voice tense. "I'm going to the police station."

"Are you kidding me? After everything he did you're just going to-"

"You can take me if you want or I can drive myself. Either way, I'm going." I wanted to argue with her, shake her, something, but I knew that if I did, she would just shut down on me and I needed to try and talk her out of it.

I remained quite for most of the trip. I was angry and I didn't want to say anything that I would regret. Seriously, how could she even think about trying to help that lowlife? I didn't know what to do. I had to stop Rosalie from making the biggest, stupidest mistake she could possibly make, but I didn't know how to do that without the risk of pushing her toward the shithead.

"Make a right, here," she said softly. I took a deep breath. It was now or never.

"Rosalie, I need you to listen to me." She closed her eyes and sighed. "Your…James is sick. He's a sick man and this kind of help is not the kind he needs."

Rose opened her eyes then and glared at me. "I know exactly what kind of man he is, Emmett. I know better that you could possibly imagine. Now, please just give me a few moments of peace and quiet. Turn left at the next light and the station will be a few blocks down."

With that she closed her eyes again and I slammed my hand on the steering wheel. I really liked her, but she was a complete idiot for trying to protect that creep.

"Rosalie," I said as we pulled into the parking lot of the police station, "You cannot seriously think that he is worth your time, can you? And what about Edward? He's at the hospital right now with-" I was cut off by her door slamming shut.

I let out a strong grunt before getting out and following after her. I was seriously one step away from just throwing her over my shoulder and taking her back to her apartment by brute force. But the damn woman was a lawyer and I knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't hesitate in slapping me with a few charges to teach me a lesson.

When I walked through the door, I saw Rosalie opening her briefcase on someone's desk and taking out folders. I opened my mouth to try one more time, but she gave me a murderous look that told me to shut my trap, so I did. I normally wasn't scared of chicks -or anyone really-, but Rosalie scared the shit out of me.

"Alright, Cullen, I'm here. You better have one damn good excuse for making me come down here at one in the morning." Rose broke our eye contact then and looked to the skinny suit that was speaking to her.

"Oh, you want to hear have to say, Demetri. I have a lead on you're serial rapes and homicides and enough evidence to put him away if you want it." The other attorney and I both look at Rose in shock as she handed over the files she had.

"How the hell?" Demetri asked in awe as he opened up the top folder.

"James Thurston's real name is James Vasiliev. He's also gone by Rowley, Stover, Archibald, Hurst, Benton and he's in holding right now for the attempted rape of Isabella Swan on top of several other charges. I have dates for every club we were at and the times he left. You'll notice that they correlate with the rape times and locations. You can choose to try him or send him to one of the other states he's wanted in, it's up to you. And he's a flight risk, so make sure he doesn't get bail."

No one spoke after Rosalie was done, still trying to process everything that was going on. I was wrong. Of course I was wrong! Rose never wanted to help the bastard, but put him away for good. I looked at her then and sighed quickly through my nose. There was no emotion on her face, but I could tell that she was hurting. She thought that she loved him and maybe part of her really did, but he messed with the wrong blonde when he messed with Rosalie.

"Rose, I…" It looked like the suit didn't know what to say either. "How…You could get disbarred for this," he finally said in a harsh whisper.

"No, Demetri, I can't. James and I were never each other's lawyers. This is me using my influence to put my ex-fiancé behind bars. Nothing illegal about using a few contacts. Now, I'm tired and if there's anything you need, you know my number."

Rosalie shut her briefcase with an audible snap and started to walk to the exit still wearing her carefully blank face. I wanted to comfort her. I didn't know if I would be helping or making things worse, but I threw caution to the wind and decided to wrap my arm around her. At least I tried to. The second I made my decision, I heard the infuriating voice of the psycho I wanted to pummel.

"Rose, baby, I knew you'd come for me. Call Donovan and he should be able to move up my arraignment. I should be out by Monday," he said with a smirk.

I don't know what I expected to see on Rosalie's face when I looked at her, but it wasn't the sweet smile that I was there. Slowly and ever so sexily, she sauntered over to James and stood a mere foot away, still smiling.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. You see, I really don't think you're going to be going anywhere for a very long time." James' smile faltered only slightly as he looked on Rose in question. She laughed. "Mm, I had a couple files on you, sweetheart. Unfortunately, the DA has them now."

"You Bitch!" James screamed, face contorting in anger.

He lunged at Rose, but she didn't move an inch as his guards held him in place with his hands still cuffed behind his back. I had to clench my own hands to keep from attacking the sick bastard. Apparently, Rose didn't have the same qualms I had given that her fist connected with James' mouth, sending him to the ground, before anyone could stop her.

"I may be a bitch, but that is the last time you will ever speak to me like that." With that, she turned on her heel and left the station.

I was amazed at how strong the woman walking beside me actually was. Any other chick would have been in tears, but not Rosalie. Other chicks got sad or mad; Rosalie got revenge. I was having a very difficult time concentrating on driving back to her place with the little problem rising in my pants, but it was neither the time nor place. I needed a distraction, but I knew that Rose needed time to think or something so I just kept my mouth shut.

The apartment was empty when we got there and Rosalie headed to her room the second we got through the door. I was about to turn in myself, but I noticed her stop in the doorway and grip the doorjamb. As I stepped closer to her, I saw that she was shaking pretty badly.

"Rosalie?" She turned to me and in that moment I saw everything she had been holding inside. There was fear, anguish, sadness, panic, apprehension, everything imaginable that someone could feel in such a situation was written across her face.

"I…I can't…please, don't…don't leave me alone," she begged and I had her in my arms before she could finish.

I carried her over to the guest bedroom and let her cry in my arms until hours later she fell asleep under the rising sun. That's when I realized I was in love with Rosalie Cullen and I would never let her hurt that way again.

A/N: So, good with the EmPOV or no? Before you freak out, Rose did not know James was a psycho. More will be explained next chapter, I promise. Thanks for reading!