A/N: Another fairly long one with some new faces. I just want Jasper to have friends, ok? He deserves friends.

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She called Jasper once a day, even after his voicemail was full. Each time she could, she left him her new number and told him that she was staying at their old house. The last couple messages she offered to meet him anywhere he was, if their worry was about seeing Bella. Truthfully, she wanted them to see Bella because she wanted her family to know that Bella loved Edward as a mate too. But she could push that issue after she found Jasper.

Every night was spent in her own mate's room, soaking up his scent on the sheets and pillows. His closet door was kept tightly sealed so his scent couldn't fade from his clothes sooner than it naturally would. Her biggest fear was losing that smell before she found him. Her only lifeline to sanity needed to stick around as long as possible.

Spending the nights at the Cullen's meant that days were spent there as well. She almost felt worse about running their water and using their electricity than she would have living on the street. She feared it. It was a big house to heat and light up. When the bill came, Hensley was sure she was going to be in for a world of hurt.

Instead of worrying about that, Hensley tried to focus on finding her family. Besides, if she found them in time, maybe they'd be willing to give her a loan and she'd be able to pay them back.

Hoping for a mystery novel like clue, Hensley decided to tear the entire house apart. She started in Carlisle and Esme's room, seeing as they were the leaders of the family. Before she pulled open the nightstand drawer, she prayed she wouldn't find anything she really didn't want to. Perhaps it was best to skip Emmett and Rosalie's room entirely….

Pulling open Carlisle's nightstand drawer wasn't scarring, thank God. The only thing of interest was notes, though sadly only personal research, and youthful pictures of herself. Esme's was even less interesting; magazines of houses and building notes for what looked to be a small cabin. The rest of the room held nothing for her except clothes, books, and trinkets.

Carlisle's office was her next best bet, and she tore through the desk with a rabidness she thought would scare anyone else had they been around. She still came up empty though. Contact information for Rooney was the only thing of use and Hensley really didn't find that to be helpful. The last person she wanted to talk to was Rooney…though he probably held more answers for her than she presently had. At least in terms of contact.

Whoever had been in charge of cleaning up after the family did a damn fine job. Hensley was left with nothing except a mess and frustration.

She expressed her woes to her new partial-housemate, though Bella didn't have much to offer other than shared sentiments. The girl came over after school every night and every weekend, helping Hensley evaluate leads as to where Jasper or her family could be. It was nice to have the help, and on days when Jasper was hurting particularly bad, it was a godsend to have someone whose head was more clear.

Their teamwork did not yield better results though. The hospital refused to give out Carlisle's information, Hensley and Emmett's prior job gave them Emmett's phone number (and the offer for Hensley to come back and work) – though all they got out of that was a call from a stranger who had recently gotten a new number. Her family could've gone anywhere in the country and tracking down a group of vampires who didn't want to be found was difficult. Hensley couldn't see the future; could only project thoughts and…well, her second gift wasn't very helpful either.

They had no starting points, no way to contact anyone aside from Jasper, who still didn't answer his phone, and no way to even get a sense of direction.

Leaving the Agency had barely helped her at all. She still just had to sit around and fucking wait.

Hensley strongly considered making a trip up to Alaska. The Denali coven was there, and she figured that the town couldn't be so big that a small group of vampires would be difficult to track down. At least she had a location to search.

Unless they moved too. That would be just her luck.

The only thing that kept her from leaving was Bella. It was obvious to Hensley, even in her dazed state, that Bella was deeply affected by the Cullen's moving. Whatever Edward had said to her clearly dashed her confidence, or her mental state. Just the few hours that Bella spent away from Hensley at school was nearly too much, the girl wanting to cling to Hensley like a small kid forced into leaving their parents in order to go to training for the first time.

Of course, Hensley could've attempted to take Bella with, but she had a feeling that Charlie would have something to say about it. He seemed like a good parent like that.

Things looked up a bit when Charlie began insisting that Bella spend time with other friends. Other, not-Cullen-related friends. Hensley briefly wondered if Charlie suspected something, but ultimately decided she didn't care if it meant she may be able to branch out a bit in her search for Jasper. Besides, Jacob Black was an old friend of Bella's. She'd be in good hands with him.

Leaving Bella with a friend meant that Hensley could travel. Maybe up to Denali, like she had originally planned, or to the northeast or…to Georgia. Georgia because that's where Jasper would have gone in order to wait for her. Though it was overly sunny and not conducive for a vampire, Jasper had known that she would be there when her release date came up. Maybe he had gone down in hopes of seeing her, on the off-chance that she left base.

Maybe she had been stupid or rash in heading to Forks first.

The way that her brain was so slow to think of smart things frustrated her. How much time could she have saved? How much sooner could she have found her mate if she just took time to think about something for once?

It was a painful realization – thinking that she had missed Jasper from her own foolishness and could've been with him weeks earlier. Instead of acting, she spent a full day in Jasper's room, dying from the intense stabbing in her chest. The cycle was vicious. Unsure if the pain was caused by her realization or from Jasper, her brain assumed the worst and thought he had gotten hurt. In turn, Jasper likely thought the same thing, fueling Hensley's agony further.

Somehow, most likely through Jasper, the pain eased up enough where Hensley could walk upright again. Then, it was time to act.

She knew Bella was planning on spending the weekend with Jacob, something about motorcycles, which would give her an opportunity to enact her own plan. Though Bella was quite insistent when Hensley revealed it to her. "What do you mean you're going to Georgia? I thought you got out of that government place? You can't go. Not by yourself. I-I'll go with you."

Hensley shook her head, trying to calm Bella down before the girl had a stroke, "No, no. Nothing like that. It's just…what if Jasper is in Georgia because he was waiting for me? What if I just missed him because I was in a hurry to get back here and he's still down there waiting?"

Bella nodded slowly, biting her lip. After a few moments of silence, she peeked back up at Hensley, "What do I tell Charlie?"

"Nothing." Hensley was prepared for that question. "You're hanging out with Jacob. I'll be back in like a week. Don't worry about it. Just have fun with your friend. Besides, I mean, if Jasper still isn't hunting it could be dangerous and-"

"You probably want to be alone anyway. I mean, when you find him…" Bella muttered. Though she wore a small smile while teasing Hensley, it was clear that the girl felt hurt.

"It'll only be for a few days." She reassured her. "If I can't find Jasper in three days, then I'll come back, and we'll go back to the drawing board. Promise."

And as promised, Hensley began retracing her steps that Friday night.

She wished she could run to Georgia, but it looked weird to walk up to a hotel and ask for a room, so she was forced to drive. Keeping up with human pretenses was exhausting sometimes and probably not just because Hensley was perpetually tired.

The trip took far longer by car and the more hours that ticked by the more irritated Hensley became. The whole situation was frustrating. If Davidson had just let her stay in Port Angeles to begin with, all of their lives would've been better. Hensley would still have Jasper, the Agency could've gotten four more months of work out of her (not to mention the months of quality work they'd missed out on), and the boys could've had way more time with her…. Not to mention all the money wasted driving back and forth, staying in cheap, crappy hotels where she might be robbed in the middle of the night…Jasper's shirts losing their scent because it mixed with cheap cleaner, booze, and cigarettes in the stupid hotels. Why did life suck so damn much?

Hensley slammed the door to her Jeep and looked around the city. She tried to push the angered thoughts out of her head. She tried to focus on the goal. Jasper. All she needed was Jasper.

Deciding that a higher vantage point would be easier to start out with, she opted for the roof of an apartment building in the eastern edge of town. Jasper wouldn't be in the heart of the city, likely avoiding the humans and their scents, so she hung on the outskirts and tried to catch glimpses of activity around the tree lines or farmland.

She narrowed her eyes as she watched the dark lines below. The action didn't help her to see any better, she could see just fine without it – more of a human habit, she supposed. Alternating between the pockets of moonlight and the vast open land, her eyes danced between every leaf blowing and blade of grass in her field of vision, stupidly thinking any of it could be Jasper. Her mind called out to him, praying that the wind took her mental song and carried it to her mate. They had often felt connected to one another in ways that felt supernatural or gifted. Perhaps God or Satan or the Universe would smile upon her and allow her to pull Jasper closer based on feeling and a million wishes alone.

Another figure on a roof a few blocks away pulled her focus. Though it appeared to be a man, it wasn't Jasper. She knew that just from a glance.

She also knew that he was a vampire based on his scent. She hoped that her own was non-human enough to keep her safe and unappetizing. The Cullens had never seemed bothered by her like they had been Bella. Hopefully that wasn't just them being polite.

When the man didn't move on, she thought it may be best to do so herself. Perhaps she was infringing on his territory, and he thought she was going to take his human meals. Besides, there wasn't anyone moving outside of town. If she was ground-level, there was a chance she could pick up Jasper's scent.

Granted she didn't become dinner first.

As soon as she hit the hard cement of the sidewalk, she feared that her luck had run dry. The man had followed her and judging by his heavy gaze, she may have just become his next meal.

She kept the man in the corner of her eye as she walked casually down the road. Her hands stayed in the pockets of her jacket, shoulders relaxed, step soft and light, trying anything to appear as non-threatening and innocent as possible. If she had been infringing on territory, she wanted to be able to convince the man that she really didn't know the rules of the city.

The street she walked wasn't very busy, making her a prime target, but it helped her too. Less humans around meant more chances for her to show that she wasn't taking anyone's meal and it provided less visibility to herself should things get ugly.

He struck when she was two streets down, underneath the broken streetlight. Perfect timing for them both. Hensley landed on her back, staring up at the man's bright red eyes. The color surprised her. She expected them to be black in hunger, not bright red as if he had just fed. Seemed like territory infringement was her crime after all.

"Hi." He whispered, grinning at her like a sleezy man who had just won a prize. Granted he didn't look sleezy, just his smile was loose and confident.

Somehow, he looked familiar to her, yet she couldn't quite piece together how. He was young, changed no later than 24 based on Hensley's estimate, but wasn't anyone she thought she recognized from her time in the agency. His dark black hair was pulled into a messy bun at the base of his neck, reminding her eerily of James and his ponytail she supposed. His sharp jawline also made her think of those old southern cheating-man songs that would come on the radio station Kaufmann played. Perhaps that was just it and the guy was a conglomerate of Hensley's memories.

She smiled him, face completely unbothered by his rough greeting. "Hello. See something you like?"

"Potentially." He drawled. So, he was from the south…but Hensley hadn't seen him in her time in the southern states…not that she could remember.

The man leaned down towards her, crouching next to her while he inhaled deeply. His tongue darted out to lick his perfectly straightened top row of teeth, almost as if he were truly hungry, but the color in his eyes never changed. "Though I do believe you found something I'm interested in."

"Oh?" Hensley was perplexed then. She hadn't found anything on her journey through town, nor had she spoken to anyone – human or vampire.

"How do you know him?" The man asked, twitching his first two fingers out to her as he did so.

Hensley frowned at him. Her mind whirled as it tried to replay the nights events so she could follow what he was asking her. She had gotten into town, wandered around, climbed a building and sat down for a bit. Nothing of interest to anyone had occurred. Hell, up until he showed up, even she thought she had a boring night.

When the man didn't get a response, he leaned towards her, looking up at her through his eyebrows. "How do ya know him?" He asked more forcefully.

"Who?" Hensley whispered, shaking her head a couple times to try and show him how lost she was. She hadn't spoken to anyone. Especially not another man...unless she had forgotten? Could she have memory lapses if she was away from Jasper too long? She didn't remember Eleazar talking about that when he told them of the two other pairs. Unless that was another memory lapse.

Thankfully the man answered her question, even if he snarled at her while he did, "Major."

Hensley's heart squeezed in her chest. Major.

Jasper.

The man knew Jasper.

He could lead her to Jasper.

"Where is he?" She begged, scooting herself back up against the wall so she was sitting. When he didn't answer her in a timely fashion, at least to her, she related herself, louder.

It was her turn to perplex him. He glanced up and down the alleyway, furrowing his brow, "You tell me, woman. You got his scent all over ya."

His scent…his scent? His scent…shit.

Hensley sighed, deflating instantly. He didn't know where Jasper was, and the disappointment weighed heavily in her chest as the throbbing pain returned. Even though it had been for a few seconds, the moments without the ache had been enough for her body to forget the feeling and it seemed to be twenty times worse when it returned.

"Where is he?" The vampire asked again, staring at her cautiously. It wasn't a huge surprise that her rapid change in behavior made him uneasy. Had it not been for their apparent mutual friend, it may not have been received as well as it was.

"I-I don't know." She muttered, staring at the space between them. "I'm looking for him. Have you seen him?" Her eyes heaved up to look at him so she could watch his features while he processed her question. Far easier to tell if he was lying to her that way.

Instead of answering her, he asked, "The hell you want with him?"

Hensley hesitated, wondering just how much she should tell the man. It could convince him to tell her anything he knew if she told him she was Jasper's mate. Or he could think her a liar and say nothing. The man was hard to read, his face mostly stoic and guarded. She opted for safety. "He's a friend of mine. We got separated and I'm looking for him."

"Ya smell just like him. And you telling me you ain't seen him recently?"

She gestured to her overshirt. "I have Jasper's flannel on."

This confused him, judging by the few moments he took to stare at her blankly. "You his mate?"

Hensley hesitated and apparently that action alone was enough to give him an answer. The man shot her a knowing smirk, his shoulders relaxing significantly as he spoke in a tone that was akin to teasing. "Holy shit. Major got himself a mate. Never thought that stubborn asshole would ever find someone to put up with his ruthless ass. Specially not some girl with blood in her. That rabid-"

Hensley shoved the man backwards against the opposite wall, baring her teeth at him. "Don't. Don't you dare. You don't know a damn thing about him or-"

"Woah, woah, woah. Easy sugar. I don't mean no harm. I'm just giving him shit. Major and I go way back." Hensley paused as the flame slowly doused in her chest. Based on the smile he wore and the mischievous gleam in his eyes, he was telling the truth…at least about him teasing Jasper.

Sensing the anger burning out behind her eyes, he continued, "You're his mate, so ya know about his time down here, yeah?"

"You were with Jasper, Cooper, and Peter." Of course. Hensley's mind flashed to the picture that had been on Jasper's dresser. The one with the four boys with arms around each other, smiling. Jasper and Cooper, and who she now knew were Peter and this new man.

He smirked at her. "Ya met Peter? Or ya heard about him?"

She nodded as she released her grip on his chest and took a couple steps back, trusting that he wouldn't cause Jasper any harm. "I met Peter this last summer."

"Fucker." The man cussed but laughed, "Can't believe he'd let ya meet that pain in the ass before ya met me. I was a way better recruit than Peter was. Him and Cooper always getting us in trouble. Nearly killed us most of the time. Jackoffs."

Hensley smiled softly at the memories she did not have for a moment before sticking out her hand, "Alexandria."

"Davey. Well, technically Joshua Davis, but if ya heard about me, you know me as Davey."

She smiled. She thought Cooper had mentioned a Davey once when Peter and Charlotte were visiting. "Ahh yes. I think I do remember Cooper talking about you setting some newborns on him once."

"No, no, no, that fucker! He's got that all wrong. His stupid ass set some newborns on me, and Major had to step in and cool everyone down. Maria was fucking pissed. She nearly had all of our heads that day. Well, 'side from Major's. Swear we'd all be dead if he didn't have that damn gift a his." Davey chuckled. "Maria never wanted all of us living as long as we did. Looked for any excuse to kill us off. Not that she had a hard time finding them with what Cooper and Peter got us into."

Hensley giggled. She felt bad for Jasper. Poor guy always having to be the middleman between them. It was probably a lot of pressure to try and keep the other three boys alive.

"You haven't seen him recently, then? Jasper that is." Hensley tried not to be hopeful. It didn't sound like it based on earlier conversation, but she had to be sure.

Davey shook his head, "No ma'am. Haven't seen Major in about…four years? Find it hard to believe he let his mate wander off where he couldn't find her." His expression returned to one of skepticism as he analyzed her further.

Hensley couldn't argue with that conclusion. If Jasper had his way, she'd be glued to his side. "Yeah, it definitely wasn't by either of our choices. I ended up down here, a few miles west. I was hoping Jasper was here too because he'd be looking for me."

"Jasper. Fuck. Ya say that name and I gotta think about who you're talking about." Davey shook his head, a few wisps of untucked hair fluttering around his face.

"You don't call him Jasper? Even Peter called him Jasper once or twice." Though when Hensley thought about it, Peter referred to Jasper as 'Major' more frequently than he had said Jasper's name.

Davey shook his head, "Not really. Called him Major for eighty years of my life. The name everybody gave him when we were with Maria. Fit him better back then, I suppose. Hard habit to kick now though. Don't see him as often as Peter does. Peter's a clingy bitch."

She giggled at the phrasing. She could absolutely see how Peter fit that description. He had come to visit twice in one year, which Hensley had learned was odd for nomadic vampires. Even the Denali's didn't visit the Cullens that much.

"'Sides," He continued, "Major hasn't kicked my ass for calling him by that name yet, so I figure I'm safe."

"He's probably too nice to fight you."

Davey rose an eyebrow, slowly shaking his head. "Nice? Major? Don't think we're talking about the same man there, Sugar. Though to be fair, suppose I hope he's nicer to ya than he is to us."

Hensley smiled, nodding softly as she stared at the ground between them. She willed her brain to not think of Jasper, to force the light touches, crooked smirks, and loving gazes out of her mind. She didn't need them; not in front of Davey.

A deep breath was taken. "Well, if you see him, will you tell him I'm in Forks? He'll know what that means. Or have him call me. I-I can write down my number…."

"No need." Davey shook his head, making Hensley feel stupid. Of course, he didn't need her to write it down. He could remember hundreds of numbers with ease.

"Right, sorry. Vampire memory." Hensley rolled her eyes at herself. Once again, the slowness of her brain irritated her.

"Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. Don't need it because you're not goin' anywhere."

Hensley's eyes snapped up from her pockets, face falling as her eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

She searched his face for a meaning behind his words. His eyes were still red, still, hopefully, not hungry. Unless human blood was different on the eyes than animal blood. Did only those who drank animal blood have their eyes turn. She didn't look close enough at Peter and Charlotte's eyes to even notice if theirs had stayed red the entire time.

But, regardless, he knew she was Jasper's mate. He wouldn't hurt her, right? He couldn't hurt her. Davey talked about how ruthless and fearsome Jasper had been in battle. That same strength would surely apply if anything happened to Hensley, and Davey had to know that. He wouldn't risk facing Jasper's rath.

At the same time, Hensley was having a hard time finding Jasper. Maybe vampires were difficult to find. Maybe Davey was trusting or relying on the fact that Jasper wouldn't be able to find him.

"Ya ain't goin' nowhere." He chuckled, looking around. "You don't think Major would have my ass if I let you go an' somethin' happened to ya? 'Fraid you're stuck with me now, girl. Least until you find him."

Hensley exhaled the breath she had been holding, shaking her head at him. Though she was relieved his intentions were friendly, her mind actually kept up with her for once and flashes of Bella circulated in her brain. There was no way Davey could go with Hensley back up north. The last thing she needed was another James incident. "Look…that's super nice of you, but I was going to go back up north if I couldn't find Jasper and-"

"And we going together." Davey nodded, clapping her shoulder. "Just gotta find Amanda and we'll be off."

"No, no. Davey-…I mean…you can't. It's…complicated." Hensley sighed, glancing back over her shoulder as if Bella would be behind her. "There's…I mean, I live with…she's human and I don't want to tempt you or-"

Davey stared at her boredly, as if he hadn't even heard her speaking at all. The only reason she knew he had semi-listened was because, when she finally quit rambling, Davey asked, "You done?"

Hensley closed her mouth and nodded.

"Good. Let me find 'Manda and we'll go. Know how to control ourselves around one human, for fucks sake. Ain't killed you yet, have I?" Davey rolled his eyes before taking hold of Hensley's upper arm. He led them to the street and looked both ways up and down it.

"Well, I'm not…I'm like a-"

"A fucked up one, yeah, I know. Heartbeat is weird." He mumbled, deciding on walking to the right.

Hensley heard him inhale, likely trying to catch the scent of this 'Amanda' he spoke of. She glanced at him, deciding to just ask instead of guessing. "Your mate?"

Davey nodded as they walked, his mind clearly not focused on what Hensley was saying. Instead of pulling his attention and potentially angering him, Hensley kept her mouth shut, allowing Davey to drag her around like a child in trouble. For some reason they walked at a human pace, and Hensley thought he did so because he didn't realize she could be fast.

Just as she got irritated enough at the slow pace to inform Davey she wasn't a snail, they found their target. Well, Hensley assumed by the way the woman gestured to her and said, "Found a friend. Though not the one I expected based on smell."

Amanda was nearly Davey's opposite in every possible manor. Short, soft, and smooth were the first three things that came to Hensley's mind. Amanda was a good five inches shorter than Hensley, with soft, rounded features. She was just as smooth and graceful in her movements as Hensley expected from someone as naturally confident as Amanda was. It was odd how much her vampirism didn't seem to play a part in Amanda's grace. Hensley had trained for months to achieve just a fraction of Amanda's fluidity.

Davey just grinned, releasing Hensley's arm to put his own around Amanda's shoulders. He glanced down at her and nodded, "We're goin' on an adventure."