Hellooooo peaps! Bet ya never thought I'd get this chapter done huh? Well neither did I. Good news is I finally have a new computer woot…woot…woot! It only took me three days to write this once it arrived

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Twilight or the characters, but I do own this story, words, and scenarios and every little dirty, scary, or total drama psychoticness thing I put these specific characters through. No matter how sick and demented it is…let's face it…you step inside my mind and it's a point of no return and a chaotic mess.

Now I must say WOW on all the reviews I have received. I do read each and every one of them. I just sometimes don't have time to answer them all, but I do love to read all your thoughts, suggestions and comments. I appreciate them dearly! Especially from those of you who make me laugh extremely hard. You know who you are N.P. the STALKER Lol I had more guesses about whom Embry's brother is and I will say…you get your answer in this chapter…or maybe just some more questions lol.

This chapter has not been through editing and I don't want flack on it. My beta is going through some really rough shit right now and I was not going to put her through having to edit this story. Before you ask and not that it's any of your damn bizzznizz…She lost someone really dear to her and it has put her through hell. If any of you don't like the fact I chose to just give you the story instead of waiting for her to edit it through this really sad time. Well TOO DAMN BAD and I don't want to hear about the mistakes because ya got the chapter and didn't have to wait

I also have to send a huge THANK YOU to Kristen C. for helping with the idea of Bella's doors. She gave me a small suggestion and I rolled with it. Thanks again Kristen.

Whew sorry for the heavy but it had to be said.

Now I've decided to start this chapter from Charlie's POV because I think we need to see what's going on with him don't you?

Now off to the races.

Chapter 24: Controlling The Clock

Charlie's POV

To say I was irritated or livid would be a fucking understatement. Two days of questioning, two fucking days! The sick bastard, who had taken my daughter, hasn't given us any fucking answers. Sam and Paul had been going at him for hours on end and not once did Embry crack. Well, crack in the sense of giving us answers, because the fact is that boy had cracked years ago. He was one sick mother fucker and if it wasn't for all the justice must be served properly bullshit I'd have sliced his throat already.

To say that I wasn't trying to blame everybody I could think of for us being in this fucked up situation, would be as inaccurate as saying the sky isn't blue. In my mind, over the last thirty-two hours, I have blamed Jake for bringing Embry into Bella's life all those years ago. I have blamed Sam for not figuring it out sooner, which let's face it I could blame myself for the exact same thing, because I didn't figure it out either. Finally, I have blamed even Edward. Do I like him? Not really, but that's because he has been doing things to my daughter, I don't even want to think about. She's still my little girl and sex should never happen until she's like sixty. I also justified my reaction to the fact, if he would have just walked away from her, instead of dating her then it wouldn't have happened. Truth is…it's no one's fault because one way or another…either now or sometime in the future this shit would have happened. The only good thing is that Edward was part of the picture.

Edward has the money and has, against my objections, used every cent he could muster to help in finding her. He has also gone through and completely redone his entire security system, putting a gate around the entire perimeter as well as electrified it. The biggest and most important thing is no matter what I believe, want or don't want for my daughter, or wish I didn't know, Edward loves her with all his heart. That is the most any father could hope for.

However, the fact is my daughter is lying in a coma because of this bastard, his psychotic rants and locked lips. The particular rant was still going and it was getting old.

"My wife…you took my wife…I told you I'd fucking kill you if you took my wife…you mother fucking bastard you fucking shot me!"

I slammed my fist down on the long interrogation table making Embry's ranting stop. I'd had enough of his bullshit. I had been here since Sam had taken Edward to the cabin with him and Paul. Embry wouldn't even pay any God Damned attention to me no matter what I did.

"Who the hell was with you in that fucking cabin?" I seethed through closed teeth for the billionth time.

"I was with him…him….look you fucking shot me you bastard!" Embry retorted while grabbing his chest. It was the same fucking thing over and over which only made me angrier. He had been going on and on about "us" taking his wife and shooting him. I needed some fucking answers about who was with him and where to find the bastard. He was still out there and until I knew who he was I couldn't protect my daughter. Bella couldn't give me answers because she was still in a coma and even if she woke up the answers might not come for a long time, if they ever came at all, and after an hour in this fucking room it didn't seem like Embry was going to give me the answers I needed either. There was a knock on the door and I left the room again, nearly taking the hinges off as I slammed it.

"Sir…Sam is on the phone for you." Johnson said and I walked toward my desk. "Line one." He hollered as I reached the phone.

"Hello?"

"Charlie…I am on my way back to the hospital…I dropped something off for the lab. They are getting ready to wake Bella up."

"Thanks Sam…what did you drop off?"

"Just something I found…we'll see what happens…you coming to the hospital soon?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm just wrapping it up here and I'll be there shortly."

After he asked me how things were going and if there was anything else he could do we hung up. I needed to get this shit taken care of. If they were waking up my daughter, I needed to be at the hospital. I also needed to have some answers for her when she asked. As of right now I had nothing. I sat down and looked at the files again going over the report from the cabin.

December 2, 2012 at twenty-one hundred hours…a cabin located deep in the woods was infiltrated by agents to rescue Miss - …aka Elizabeth Dwyer First agent on the scene was Lieutenant Paul Lahote he secured the perimeter and waited for the rest of his team to arrive. At twenty-one thirty hours agents -, - -, - -, and - -, along with Special Agent Sam Uley of the Forks Branch arrived to aid Lieutenant Lahote. Agents surrounded the perimeter and infiltrated the cabin at- - - - lane by any means necessary and secured the scene. Agents stormed the basement and apprehended suspect Embry Call. He was secured and taken for medical attention due to a gun shot in the upper right quadrant by suspected accomplice (not found on location). He was then released into Lieutenant Lahote and Special Agent Uley's custody. He was reprimanded into custody for further questioning in the disappearances and murders of fifteen known victims throughout the United States. Embry Call was taken into custody on kidnapping charges of Miss- - -...aka Elizabeth Dwyer she was transported to - - Medical Center where she had to have major surgery and is currently in a coma. Agents found multiple areas where alleged victims were tortured via multiple objects including; pliers, knifes, restraints, medical equipment and various other items. Agents also found dried blood, eyeballs in jars, and various body parts stored in containers throughout the cabin. They were logged into evidence along with various restraining devices in the living area upstairs. It appears that suspect(s) had allowed Miss - - ...aka Elizabeth Dwyer to roam throughout as long as she was tethered to a chain that reached the entire upper floor. Investigation is still going on and more items will be collected and logged into evidence as necessary. Items already collected were logged into evidence by Officer Jones, through the chain of command, on December 3, 2012 at eleven hundred hours. Items are now being tested for further assistance in the prosecution of Mr. Call as well as to find the identity of the suspect still at large. (Identities Whited/blacked out, compromised if listed but may be found under classified file 312-8264)

Nothing seemed to jump out at me as I reread the initial report, and it was totally fucking frustrating. I had nothing else left to get Embry to open up. All his bitching about Bella being taken and him being shot was getting fucking old. There was nothing else that I could…I stood up so fast I knocked the chair over. I quickly turned on my heel and went back in the interrogation room.

"Do you want to see your wife?" I cringed as I asked the last part hoping he didn't see my reaction. Embry's head snapped toward mine with his eyes wide and I knew I had him.

"Yessss." He purred. "Please take me to her."

"She's in the hospital…she's safe….I need to know who was in the cabin with you…he might hurt her Embry….tell me who was with you in the cabin so we can protect her…tell me and I'll take you to…your wife." It made me sick just saying it but I knew this was the only way to get him to tell me something, anything.

Embry stared at me for a moment and then I saw something flicker across his face that could make Freddy Kruger cringe, and just as quickly it was gone.

"The hospital?" He whispered.

"Yes she's in the hospital he nearly killed her Embry. Help me catch him and save your wife."

"If he's still here he's already there with her…she'll die…she'll die…he'll kill her." He just went off on another rant and I knew there was no hope. He was too far gone and until some sort of medication started working there was not a fucking thing I could do.

I went back out of the room closing the door softly this time. There had to be some way to figure this shit out. His rants meant something and I had the best fucking BAU team in my possession. Hell I was a decorated officer who has taken down the best of them. This bastard shouldn't be so hard. I just needed a direction….any direction as to where to go. They always have a tell or arrogance that helps me decipher when they are full of shit. This should not be any different. There has to be something I can find that can lead me to whoever was helping this bastard. Embry's constant over and over again about being shot and taking his wife…

"Johnson!" I hollered before my thoughts could complete in my head.

"Yeah boss?"

"I need to see the interrogation videos for this one. NOW!"

Two minutes later Johnson had the tapes ready to be watched. When all else fails start back at the beginning. I sat my happy ass down in the chair and hit play. I fast forwarded through most of the footage because it was just Embry's psychotic rants. I'd pause when Sam and Paul would come into the room for their interrogation. Embry only became silent during yesterday's questioning, when they started talking. I stopped…rewound…hit play, and watched it again paying close attention to every detail, waiting for that certain something to catch my eye. At the end of the interrogation I did it again watching everything even closer. Stop. Rewind. Play. I did it one last time and zoomed in on Embry as close as I could in hope of getting even a little glimpse of something I could use. I paused…leaned closer to the screen…I rewound a little ways…started it in slow motion as Paul and Sam walked in…

I leaned in closer and couldn't take my eyes off the screen as I zoomed in on Paul. Embry stopped talking as soon as he looked at Paul, but why? I zoomed closer and…

"Son…of…a…bitch."

EPOV

Sam and Paul didn't take long to finish up in the cabin. Then we climbed into the SUV without a word. The drive was quiet and we arrived at the hospital twenty minutes later.

"Head on up to Bella's room with Edward and I'm going to run what I found down to the station." Sam said to Paul and was gone as soon as we shut the car doors.

"What did he find?" I asked as I walked next to Paul toward the hospital doors.

"I have no idea." He stated matter-of-factly. We entered the elevator in silence and continued up to Bella's floor with just as much silence. Paul's eyebrows were scrunched together in the middle of his forehead like he was concentrating really hard on something. I let it go and soon we reached Bella's floor.

I went toward her room and Paul took off in the other direction. I waited patiently for Paul to return and forty-five minutes later he did and I was grateful because I had to piss like nobody's business. However, until someone was here I felt the need to stay outside Bella's room. I went and relieved myself and as I came back Paul was still standing outside the room. He was staring at Bella's door like it was a puzzle he couldn't figure out.

"Where is Charlie?" I asked knowing he would want to be here when Bella woke up.

"He hasn't come back yet." Paul said as he took one of the seats.

I nodded as I started pacing outside of Bella's room. Sam had returned about thirty minutes ago and said Charlie would be here soon, and the moment he arrived Sam hurried him down the hall and into some sort of secret meeting. I was getting worried because I wasn't' sure how I would be perceived or even if she would recognize me. The doctor said there was a slight possibility that she might have a short case of amnesia at first, but he was hopeful. I needed coffee.

"Would you like some coffee?" I asked Paul before I left.

"Black." Is all he said and I took off to the elevator. I went down one floor to the lounge and grabbed two cups of coffee. I climbed back into the elevator trying not to spill the shit on me as it bumped when it started. The elevator door pinged before I could ask any follow up questions and we stepped out nearly running over Bella's doctor.

"I was just coming to find you and Mr. Swan" he said looking around for Charlie.

"He's not here at the moment…Is there something wrong?" I asked concerned as we started walking back in the direction of Bella's room.

"No…No…not at all…I just wanted to let you know we have started bringing her around." He said as we made it back to Paul. I handed him his coffee.

"How long?" Paul asked before I could.

"Within the next couple of hours if things go as planned." The doctor said as a nurse hollered his name down the hall. "I'll keep you posted." He said and turned walking toward the nurse.

Paul and I just sat there in silence and it was getting to me. I was on pins and needles and the everyday hassle of the hospital staff wasn't distracting me enough. I realized I didn't know shit about Paul and thought maybe some every day conversation would help lighten the tension.

"So how long have you known Charlie?" I asked Paul.

"Since I was about thirteen…he married my mother."

"You're mother?" I said in confusion.

Paul looked toward me with an irritated look on his face.

"Yeah…my mother…She was his second wife...Alison." before I could ask Paul what the hell he was taking about I heard my name.

"Edward." I spun around and Charlie was walking down the corridor.

"Charlie…thank fuck." I sighed in relief.

"Is she awake yet?" Charlie asked with a look of pure evil on his face as he looked toward Paul. I could tell something had really pissed him off. Silently praying to god it wasn't something I did, but I sure felt sorry for whomever it was directed too. I was sure it had to do with whatever he was doing at the station and Paul.

"No not yet-" I started but the doctor walking out of Bella's room stopped me.

When the hell did he go in there?

"Ahh…Mr. Swan." The doctor smiled at Charlie. "Your lovely lady should be waking up shortly…she's doing well and any moment…she will grace us with her presence."

"That's great doc. Thanks." Charlie said shaking the doctor's hand, but still glaring at Paul.

"They will page me when she wakes….I'll see you then." The doc clapped Charlie on the shoulder and walked away to do whatever it was doctors do.

"I'll be back in a minute Edward. Come get me if she wakes up…"Charlie said glaring at Paul with his arms across his chest. "Paul I need to speak with you…now." Charlie said through gritted teeth. Paul stood up and started walking down the hall.

Charlie motioned me toward Bella's room. I nodded my head and went into the room knowing this was going to be the longest "few minutes" of my life.

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BPOV

I woke up with a start and found myself panicking. I couldn't feel or hear Embry's brother in the room and wondered where he was. I lay silently, with my eyes closed for a minute to see if he returned. When I didn't hear anything I opened my eyes. I had to blink a few times because of the brightness of the room. I took a quick inventory of my body to make sure everything was okay. Hands...yup they move without pain. Feet...yup. Toes…are wiggling. Legs arms everything worked. My head and my stomach were a little sore but nothing I couldn't handle. I twisted my head to the right and saw a white wall. I furrowed my brows in confusion as I looked to the left…again, another white wall. I was definitely not in the basement of the cabin. I lifted my head, just enough, so I could turn it with ease and see the rest of the room.

I looked down toward my feet and saw another white wall with a door, but there was nothing and no one in the room. I felt my eyebrows wrinkle, again, as I narrowed my eyes in confusion. I looked back at my feet, spread them a little, and noticed I was lying on a white table. I also noticed I was wearing a white cotton nightgown, which looked like it should be in the show "Little House on the Prairie". I lay my head back down and lifted my right arm and then my left. There were no IV's, tubes, or machines attached to me and thankfully no torture devices. I looked back at the door and saw it wasn't locked.

I bent my arms at the elbow and slowly lifted my torso off the table until I was in a sitting position. I turned my legs until they were dangling off the table. I took a breath, grabbed onto the table and slowly lowered my legs to the floor. They took my weight with ease and I stood up. I held onto the table for a minute just to make sure my legs wouldn't buckle. After a couple of breaths I told my feet to move. Easily enough they cooperated and although it was more shuffling than walking I made my way to the door.

I braced my body to the left of the door against the wall and put my hand on the doorknob. I slowly turned it, just to make sure, and it definitely wasn't locked. As quietly as possible I opened the door a crack and looked out. There was a long white hallway, with lights above it, but no doors or nobody in sight. I opened the door the rest of the way and held on to the jam so I wouldn't fall over. I took a step out into the hallway and realized my feet were no longer shuffling. I smiled. I looked to my left but there was a wall so I looked to my right and thankfully there was a hallway. I could see an exit sign and decided that was the best place to go.

I walked down the white corridor, surprised that I never saw anyone or any other doors. I made my way to the exit and pushed on the bar. Luckily no alarm sounded as it opened a little so I opened it the rest of the way. I stopped dead in my tracks and my jaw hit the floor. I could not believe what I was seeing as I looked at surroundings. I stood in a two story mansion with lots of rooms. By lots…I mean tons. There had to be a hundred different doors in different shapes. There were some that were square. Somewhere oval or round and I didn't think it was even possible but there was a triangular one. Each one was a different color from pink to purple, blue to green, some had flowers painted on them, there was even one with a rainbow and each one was closed. I felt like I was Alice in wonderland and wondered if there was a potion somewhere I needed to drink so I could fit through a tiny door.

There was no way in hell I could open all the doors. I knew however that this was the way out of wherever the fuck I was. I turned back around, to go back down the hallway but, like an old cartoon, I watched bricks pile themselves and make a red brick wall, closing off where I came from.

"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself.

I stood there looking at the wall in confusion probably longer than I should have before I decided to turn around. I turned back around, puffed up my cheeks and let out a huge breath.

"Hello?" I yelled but the only thing coming back at me was the echo of my voice.

"Hello?" I yelled again and waited a minute but still nothing but the echo trailing off with an oh…oh…oh.

"Well damn." I said to myself as I stood there looking back and forth from right to left. Wondering which freaking side of the hall I should start opening doors on. I looked like I was watching a tennis match as my head went from side to side.

"This is just ridiculous Bella just pick one for hell sakes." I chastised myself knowing I looked utterly ridiculous. I walked toward the left to the first door. It was pink with little white and yellow daisies painted on it. I smiled almost involuntarily. I had the exact same pattern on my curtains when I was eight years old. Charlie said they "make the room brighter" every time I would complain they were too girly. I put my hand on the doorknob and it gave easily. I opened it…

"I don't want the curtains dad they are too girly." It was me complaining to my dad about the dam n curtains. I quickly shut the door.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

I opened the door again.

"Bells…the curtains are fine they make the room brighter…and if you haven't noticed you're a little girl so they fit." Charlie stated and ruffed up my hair. I shut the door again, slowly this time, and just stood in front of it wondering what kind of joke I was having played on me. I turned to the doors on the right and just looked down the vast hallway at all the doors. About four down there was a white door with red lines on it. It reminded me of the hospital when I had my spleen out years ago. I had been kicked by a horse, when I was thirteen, when I begged Charlie to let me ride on of my friend's horses. Over and over again I begged for him to let me even though he protested over and over again. I walked toward the door and took the door handle. I slowly turned it and peeked inside.

"See dad I'm perfectly fine." I said as the trainer fastened my feet into the stirrups of the saddle.

"Bells…it's just so big and you're my little-"

"If you say I'm your little girl dad I'm going to scream I'm not a kid anymore." I wined and before he could respond I kicked the horse on its side and it took off. I watched myself ride ten feet, the horse get spooked by the tractor that came out of nowhere, I went flying off, and he came down on my stomach. I shut the door not having to see the rest. Charlie was frantic running toward me. I went to the hospital, and had a four hour emergency surgery, so they could remove my spleen and of course he never let me near any animal again.

"This is just too freaking weird." I stated to myself as I leaned on the door I had closed. I looked down the hallway again at all the doors, this time taking a close look at each one.

There were so many and as I looked at the colors on the doors each reminded me of something that brought out a memory. I just knew that no matter what door I opened, the memory the colors on the door reminded me of would be playing like a movie. I started walking down the corridor of doors, past the green and yellow one with daffodils on the bottom, past the light blue one with puffy clouds, and past a million other doors it seemed like. I turned around and realized the doors I passed were gone. Nothing but a wall was behind me just like before when I entered this place. I turned to my left and a few doors down I saw a red and black door with little circles on it. I walked over and opened it and sure enough the memory behind matched what I felt when I looked at the door.

We were in Disneyland, I was twelve, and Charlie had saved for three years for us to be able to go on that trip. The only catch was that we drove down instead of fly. We were just climbing off Magic Mountain, which by the way was scary as hell, and Charlie saw Mickey Mouse. He insisted on getting a picture with him even though I grumbled that I was too old. To top it off he made me wear those stupid Mickey-ear hats. I felt a tear roll down my check as I watched the scene play out before me. I lifted my hand and wiped it away only to realize the reason I was crying is because my dad must be really worried about me. I had an urgency to find him as well as something else nagging inside me. Something I just couldn't place my thumb on, something or someone I was supposed to find and go to, but I just couldn't remember who. My dad, however, I knew I needed to find. I quickly turned and started running down the rest of the doors. Past the one that reminded me of the ocean, past the one that reminded me of phoenix, and past the one that reminded me of when I turned sixteen and got my car. It looked like I was nearing the end of the doors when I looked over to my right and nearly fell on my face as I tried to stop abruptly. This door was painted black with a skull and cross bones on it. I started to shake uncontrollably, because I didn't have any memory from this door. What I did have was an overabundance of dread that was trying to get me to move away quickly. I went to run but ran smack into the wall that had replaced the doors I had already passed. I slid myself down until I felt my butt hit the ground. I lifted my legs so they were snug against my chest and wrapped my arms around them holding on for dear life. Whatever was behind that door would hurt me, and there was no way in hell I was going to open it ever.

I sat there with tears rolling down my cheeks, rocking and staring at the door. I just didn't know why but I couldn't open the last door left. All the other doors had disappeared. I knew it was my way out, but how could I open it.

"Come on Bella come back to me." Charlie's voice was muffled but I still knew it was him. My head snapped up trying to see where he was and I realized it was coming from behind the door. I stood up and walked a little closer listening to make sure it was Charlie. "Bella…come on baby girl…come back to daddy." Charlie said again and I could hear the sadness in his voice.

"Daddy…don't be sad I'm right here." I said touching the door without even realizing what I was doing and before I could quickly pull my hand off the door I heard it. "Isabella…Bella…please come back to me…please baby come back to me." That voice…I knew that voice…I needed to go to that voice…I wasn't sure why but he was so sad and I knew I needed to go to him. To…Edward….yes…Edward…I needed to go to Edward because he needed me, so did Charlie. They both needed me and they were behind the door. Sad because they lost something…not something…they lost…me…oh god they lost me and their hearts were breaking and I could fix it. I needed to fix it. I reached for the door knob turned it slowly and pushed it open into the brightest fucking light I ever have seen.

Dives for cover behind the couch.

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I just couldn't help it. This chapter was getting waaaaay too long and if I didn't stop it here then I would have had to cut it after EPOV. I will work as fast as I can on the next chapter which of course is Bella waking up. Paul is Allison's son? *gasps* Who would have guessed? Well anyone who has read Twilight knows that lol.

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