Twilight…not mine (sigh).

Chapter 133

I parked my car on the driveway, with Carlisle parked on the street. We walked up to Charlie's house. Our badges were clipped to our belts, but still concealed by our jackets. I was not approaching the house as Edward Masen but as Edward Cullen. With a shaky hand, I rang the doorbell. A few moments later, Charlie opened the door and allowed us inside.

"Did Bella do that?" Charlie quipped, looking at the damage to my face.

"Yeah," I blushed. I pinched my nose. "I need you to sit down, Charlie. Is Emmett here?"

"I'm here and I want to add to those bruises," Emmett snarled. He cracked his knuckles, glaring at me.

"Please just sit," I beseeched them. We all walked into the living room. Emmett and Charlie sat on the couch while Carlisle plopped down in the huge chair by the fireplace. I stayed standing. "First off, I need to tell you something. Something that could result in you losing the trust you imparted on me to disappear."

"That won't happen," Charlie said quietly, giving me a soft smile.

With a sigh, I took out my FBI ID and slipped it around my neck, along with displaying my badge on my belt. "My name is Special Agent Edward Cullen. I've been investigating your organization for the better part of a year for the FBI after we received an anonymous tip."

"I know," Charlie replied. "I've known for a while. I was the tip."

"That solves an on-going office pool," Carlisle snickered. "It was up to $500. Jasper won."

"Good for him. He's broke," I smirked. "The man next to me is my boss and father, Carlisle Cullen."

"Nice to put a face with a voice. I spoke with you a year ago," Charlie said, holding out his hand. Carlisle and Charlie greeted each other. "Now, I can imagine you're curious why I wanted to bring down my own organization."

"ARE YOU PEOPLE FUCKING NUTS?!" Emmett bellowed. "You're talking to the FEDS! Do you want to go to jail? Do you want me to go to jail?" Emmett glared at me and he shot up to attack me. Charlie strong armed him back onto the couch.

"You sit down and shut your fucking mouth, Emmett McCarty!" Charlie seethed. "I want out. I don't want this life anymore. Do you? Do you want to keep living your life, fearful of someone coming to stab you in the back? Do you want to have a normal life with kids, a wife, a quiet home?"

"Yeah," Emmett said, frowning deeply. "But you had it."

"My wife was poisoned by someone. Bella is missing, presumably taken by the Volturi. My house is anything but quiet. You would never ever have a normal life, Emmett. I don't want that for you or for Bella," Charlie whispered. He turned to us. "I'm willing to confess to everything. I just want my children to be safe and free."

"We've already worked out a deal with the district attorney. We'll explain what that is after we finish our op to save your daughter," Carlisle explained.

"Will it include jail time?" Emmett asked.

"For Charlie? Yes," Carlisle said. "It'll be minimal at 'Club Fed.' The reason why the DA is willing to do this is your involvement in bringing down Aro Volturi and his organization and James Cacciatore. They are much more lethal than you and their brand of violence needs to stop."

"Whatever needs to be done," Charlie whispered. "Now, do you know where Bella is? Why do you have her phone?"

"I don't know if Emmett told you, but Bella discovered my true identity and flew off the handle," I frowned. "Hence, the broken nose and need for stitches on my face."

"Emmett, call Doc," Charlie ordered.

"I want to hear this," Emmett growled. "Perhaps add a matching gash on his other side of his face."

"Then, I'd have to arrest you," Carlisle said, smiling smugly. "Assaulting a federal officer. You'd get up to three years in prison."

Emmett's jaw dropped. It slammed shut and he stalked out of the living room, holding his phone up to his ear. He demanded Doc's services and went to hide in the kitchen, presumably to distance himself from me and avoiding getting collared for assault.

"You would have arrested him?" Charlie asked, chuckling quietly.

"It was a threat," Carlisle shrugged. "Edward's got enough bruises and Emmett is built like a brick shit house. He'd wollop Edward in his current state."

"Unlikely, Dad," I deadpanned. "Anyhow, back to what happened. Words were spewed and Bella left the apartment after she pistol whipped me. I was down, unconscious, for roughly two hours. When I came to, I tried calling her but I heard her phone outside of my apartment. It was kicked under the tire."

"She loves that phone," Charlie whispered. "So, you think she was taken because of that?"

"Yes, I do. Someone followed us to my apartment and waited until Bella was alone to strike," I growled.

"Do you have an idea of who?" Carlisle asked.

"A few, but it's all supposition," I replied. "Possibly James, Marco, the guy who tried to blow up her car, Alec but my instincts are pointing to Riley. He approached her when she met with her advisor. There was something not right in the way he was looking at her."

"Charlie, do you mind if I bring my team in here to help us out?" Carlisle asked. "If they have Bella and they want some sort of ransom, they'll call here."

"Whatever you need to do. I want my baby girl back," Charlie muttered, his façade of being a tough guy quickly crumbling. "I want those fucktards who took her to pay, too."

"They will," Carlisle promised. He pressed a number on his cell phone. "Rose, I need a mobile command center to be set up in Charlie del Cigno's home. Bring everything you need. We've got an abduction situation."

A/N: Did you expect Charlie to be the informant? Edward had his inclinations and they turned out to be right. Originally, I was going to have Emmett be the informant, but he was young and eager to join the organization in a more powerful role. Charlie wants out. Simple as that. Even if that 'out' means he has to spend time in a federal penitentiary. Leave me some!