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Edward:

The drive to my parents' house was quiet. Bella was biting her thumb nail, and her leg bounced the entire time. I'm not sure that there is anything that I can say or do to ease her nerves.

When I pulled into the driveway, her entire body went stiff. I turned off the ignition and we both sat quietly, staring at the house.

"Bella," I sighed and took her hand. "I can see that this is..." What? Difficult, uncomfortable? That sounds condescending. "I'm here for you; whatever happens, whatever they say ... I'm here.

I will keep hold of your hand.

I will support you.

I believe you, in you."

She finally turned toward me; her eyes searching mine.

"I love you. I'm here. If this doesn't turn out the way I expect, we'll leave. You and I will figure this out, okay? Together."

I hope I don't sound like a lunatic. I honestly want her to trust that if all else fails, she has me.

She gives me a small smile and leans across the console. Her hand cups my cheek and she kisses me softly. "Thank you."

I nod and get out of the car. I take a deep breath and let it go before opening her door and helping her out of the car. I hold her hand tightly as we walk up the steps to my parents' home. Before I can ring the doorbell, she pulls me back. I turn to look at her, and she grips the front of my shirt.

"I love you, too; so much."

I smile and lean in, both hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her with everything I've got.

I hear the door open, but I don't pull away, and neither does Bella.

"Jeez Edwardo, did you guys come here to make out on the porch like teenagers or were you planning on gracing us with your presence?"

I pull away from Bella and smile. Her cheeks are warm with embarrassment, and it makes me love her a little more.

"Rosalinda. It's so nice to see your sarcastic face."

My sister leans in and hugs Bella. "Isabelle, I'm not sure what you see in this guy, but I'm happy to see you."

She leads Bella into the house arm in arm, leaving me on the porch; alone. "Nice to see where I rate in guest department," I mumble, but smile loving the way my sister and girlfriend get along with one another.

"Edward," my father's voice calls from the living room.

I turn and walk toward him, shaking his hand and giving him a hug.

"Hey Dad, how are you?"

"Good. Everything okay, we weren't expecting you. Your mother is going to be beside herself for not having something prepared."

I laugh and nod. "Yeah, we weren't planning to show up today, but something has come up that we need to talk with all of you about."

His eyes flew up in surprise and I raise my hands and starting shaking my head. "No, no, no. Nothing like that. No babies or shotgun weddings are in the near future."

"I'm sorry," my dad says, his face apologetic. He covers his heart with his hand and chuckles. "But your wording ... Scared the shit out of me a little bit."

I can't help but laugh. "It's okay. I think...those things are definitely in our future; just not quite yet."

My Dad's smile is genuine. "I'm glad to hear that. She's a lovely girl, and she seems to bring out a little something in you. I'm happy for you."

"Thank you."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Bella, Rosalie and my mother walked into the room. I made my way over to my mother and kissed her cheek.

"Hi Mom."

"Edward, this is a lovely surprise. I had a feeling we'd have visitors today, so I made a peach upside down cake."

I looked at Bella with a raised eyebrow, and she answered me with a shy smile and pink cheeks.

"Have a seat, ya'll, Rosie and I will bring everything out."

I took Bella's hand and led her toward the loveseat, but my father stopped us.

"Isabelle," he said quietly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "It's lovely to see you. How are you?"

"Hi Mr. Cullen. I'm doing well, and yourself?"

"Can't complain," he smiled, allowing her to sit before he took his own seat. When Rosalie and my mother walked into the room, we both stood again taking the plates offered and allowing them to sit before sitting again.

"Isabelle, what are you giggling about over there?" My mother asked.

"The image of a Jack-in-the-Box popped into my head," she laughed again, and then stood making my father, and I both stand. Then she fell back onto the couch laughing. Rosalie let out a loud guffaw, and my mother shook her head, a bright smile on her face.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself," she said when I gave her a pointed look. I gave in and chuckled, kissing her cheek.

"Silly girl."

We all sat quietly while we ate our cake, which was absolutely delicious. "Mom, you've outdone yourself. This is amazing."

"Thank you, Edward. The peaches are lovely right now; I just had to make something special with them."

We exchanged small talk as we finished our desserts and coffee. Soon enough our plates were empty and cleared away, and Bella hand were fidgeting with the throw pillow.

"So, we have something to talk to you about," I started, looking over at Bella. She took a deep breath and gave herself an encouraging nod.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, Rosalie," she glanced at me before continuing. "I am not quite sure how to say this, so I'm just going to put it out there. I have a unique gift that allows me to know things ... dreams that play out like a silent film showing me images of things that may happen."

I watched my mother's face as I listened to Bella. Her eyebrow rose, but that was the only change to her expression. I quickly glanced at Rosalie, her head was tilted, and she was frowning. My father was leaning forward in his chair, a look of interest on his face.

My mother smoothed her pants and then folded her hands. "That is very interesting, Isabelle. Why are you telling us this?"

Bella looked at me with pleading eyes. I lifted her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles. You can do this, baby.

"Before I moved to Charleston, I dreamt of a robbery or what I interpreted as a robbery. It was 1:18 PM and men wearing black clothes walked out of a bank building holding guns. A man with green eyes was walking toward them and was shot."

My mother gasps, a hand covering her mouth. Rosalie stands up but doesn't speak, and my father is looking at Bella with wide eyes.

"The images have shifted a bit since I've been here, in Chapel Hill, but the outcome is the same. Edward is..." she stops speaking, and I can hear her swallowing. "This morning I had another dream, and I was able to see the gunman's face. I also saw Kate at the scene being placed in a police car."

"Dad," I said, glancing at my Mom and Rosalie. "Isabelle sketched out the gunman, and he looks just like James Hollingsworth the third."

"That's why you called me this morning asking..." He sat back in his chair, his eyes were moving back and forth as if he was reviewing information.

Bella pulled her notebook out of her backpack and flipped it to the sketch before handing it to me. I cupped her cheek and waited until her eyes met mine. When they did, I leaned in and kissed her. I know I'm being more touchy than I normally would be in front of my family, but I need Bella to believe that I am by her side. More than ever now.

"This is the sketch Isabelle drew this morning."

My father took the notebook from me and nodded. My mother and Rosalie were standing behind my father's chair looking at the drawing over his shoulder.

"I've seen him in town," Rosalie said sharply. "With Kate, I've seen him with Kate. What does this mean? Is my brother in danger?"

"While Edward and Mr. Cullen were on the phone, Mr. Masen called me. He asked Edward and me to go to his house because he had something we needed to see." Isabelle closed her eyes and let out a long breath. "When we walked into the house there was a fierce wind blowing through the room. All of the windows were open, the curtains were flying, and there were photographs moving with each gust of wind. It felt like ... panic. That rush of nerves that runs through your body when you don't know what to do. It stopped when Edward spoke aloud asking what was going on. I didn't want to touch anything, or move from the spot in the entryway."

Isabelle stood and walked toward the bay window, looking out at the front lawn. "Mr. Masen told us that Mrs. Masen had the gift of foresight, and she wanted me to see. He was holding a picture of her. Her hand was reaching out..." Bella's hand lifts imitating my grandmother's pose. "When I took the picture, I was thrown into the vision.

There was traffic moving quickly to my left, men in suits were walking along the busy sidewalk, a city bus came to a stop next to me. Edward's office building is to my right. Police cars and fire engines are pulling up to the curb as the bus speeds away.

The suited men are rushing out of the building. Some walking, some running, others still looking at their phones and then there is yelling. Everyone stops moving - it's as if the whole street comes to a standstill. I see Kate standing in front of the glass doors of the building. She's unclean, wearing loose clothing and flip flops. She keeps reaching for the door but then changes her mind and moves away; over and over she does this. A man walks up behind her and tries to move her away from the door, but she goes crazy and starts screaming. A policeman grabs her, cuffs her, and throws her into a police car. She continues to scream and yell and starts kicking the seats and door of the car.

A different man is standing off to the side watching. He looks angry, disgusted almost. He is wearing all black and has a baseball cap on his head. People start flooding out of the building again, and the police are yelling, asking everyone to give them space. Mr. Cullen walks out of the building quickly, and stands off to the side with a large group.

Men and women continue to shuffle out and then I see auburn hair. He's assisting a woman out of the building, cradling her hand on his left arm. Before they even make it out of the building, the man in the baseball cap walks up to Edward and leans in as if to speak. A shot fires; the woman screams. Edward drops her bag and looks at the man's face before looking at his stomach."

The room is quiet. My mother has tears streaming down her face, and Rosalie is covering her mouth. My father is holding my mother in his arms, his eyebrows dipped in concern.

I turn Isabelle's body away from the window and wrap my arms around her. No one says anything and I'm not sure what is supposed to happen now. Isabelle told them, now what?

"So, a man is going to shoot Edward, is this what you're saying?" Rosalie asks.

"Yes. That is why we came here. We're hoping you will help us figure out how to ... I don't know, change it?"

"It's not a good thing to play with fate ... but I can't just sit here and wait for it to happen. I've been on edge for weeks." Bella turns her face toward me, "I just found you. I can't lose you."

"Wait!"

My mother runs out of the room but returns less than a minute later with a folder. She sits on the floor in front of the coffee table and starts laying the articles out, scanning them quickly. We all walk over and sit down, looking over the cut out newspaper clippings.

I see several articles with the name Hollingsworth, an article about the new bus system and schedule and a picture of a fire engine.

"I've been cutting these out all week." She picks up the article about the bus system. "The transit authority has re-routed the city buses in an effort to improve transit time. There is a schedule included here. There is a stop at your building at 1:10pm. And the Fire Department issued a notice that there would be drills conducted in your district the first week of August."

"Do they normally do that? Announce when there will be fire drills?" I ask, looking over the article.

"I don't know ... Let me check something."

My father walked toward his office and came back carrying his laptop. "As the screen came to life, he opened up the firms email program and went into his calendar."

His eyes went wide, and he looked up at me. "Edward, there is a fire drill on the calendar for August 6th."

"Could it be?"

I looked over at Bella. "I think we know when this will happen."

She was very pale, and her eyes were filled with tears. I stumbled back and sat down. Holy shit, we know the who, when and where. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and the room was suddenly very warm.

Was this it?

This is it?

I survived everything that happened in New York only to be shot down when my life was finally making sense. Life can't be this cruel, can it? Why give me Bella and a glimpse at a future with her only to take it away?

Well, fuck that. I'm not going to let it.

"I think we should let it happen."

"What?!" Everyone was yelling at me.

"I don't mean let him kill me. I mean, we know the who, the when, and the where, so let's let it play out."

"Edward?"

"Baby, we can't play with fate, right? If we try to change it, it can backfire on us. So let's play it out. I can wear a vest or something. We'll involve the police. The guy is out on bail, if he's caught with a gun ..." my father jumps in.

"It's a parole violation. If there are drugs involved, and if he actually shoots at you ..."

"He's going away for a long time," I finish my father's sentence.

Bella doesn't look happy but what else can we do?

"We have to use what we know. We can't just do nothing." I look at her, begging her to understand.

"Who can we trust on the force?"

"I can call Charlie Swan. He's not far from here, and he's military. I'm sure he can help." Bella's voice is scratchy and low, and the only thing I want to do is kiss her. So I do.

"It's going to be okay. I can feel it."

Bella nodded and gave me a soft smile. "I trust you."

Her words send confidence to my core.

I will do this and then I'm going to ask her to marry me. I don't want to wait around for things to happen in the right order. We are going to end this so I can start my future with a beautiful brunette by my side.

a/n: Hi Everyone! I hope you are all having a wonderful week. It is back to school time in my neck of the woods and things are a little crazy. Who knew that finding the 'perfect backpack' could take three weeks? THREE WEEKS. Yeah...and we aren't even done shopping yet.

Enough of that...Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter. I apologize for not responding to all of your reviews but I read each and every one of them. I love hearing from all of you. :)

I hope you enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think. In the next chapter, we'll see a little bit of Charlie,Emmett will be a little out of control, and well...Edward may be in a little danger.

Take care and enjoy your weekend!