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Chapter 07 <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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When Bella woke up, she wasn\u2019t in her own bed. In fact, she wasn\u2019t in her bed at all, but lying on a cold, concrete floor in a dark room in her pajamas. Her head felt like it was trying to split itself in two and something else hurt, but she couldn\u2019t quite put her finger to it. Finger. Hand. Her right hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It felt as if someone stepped on it, or if her hand got caught between the door, and then someone stepped on her fingers. The pain wasn\u2019t that bad, but Bella also felt slightly woozy so she must have been injected with some shit to numb the pain and knock her out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fucking Lucy. It wasn\u2019t hard to figure out that she had knocked her out and transported Bella to wherever she was. Bella\u2019s home had been locked before she went to bed and Lucy had been the only one there to open the door or pull shit like this. It was likely that whoever was behind all of this was paying Lucy more for her loyalty than the Michaels had done. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unless Lucy was dead. Or taken like Bella, but betrayal was Bella\u2019s worst-case scenario. In fact, she didn\u2019t know what happened until she\u2019d know what happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All that she knew was that she was cold. Her head hurt, her hand and fingers hurt and she was in her pajamas in the dark. She smelled blood and urine. Sweat. Her hair was sticky and feeling like straw at the same time. Her throat felt raw. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looking at her situation from the positive side, it was great that she decided not to sleep naked while Neal was out of town. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella sat up and took a deep breath to remain calm and become more aware of the situation she was in but was surprised that she wasn\u2019t tied up or something, but there wasn\u2019t anything in her immediate surroundings that would allow her to open the door that she saw now that she was sitting up and her eyes were adjusting to the darkness. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It had been a while since she was in a predicament like this. She usually kept herself out of this kind of shit and had only experienced this in her training, in her teachings, especially after her brother Grant died. She wanted to be the best at escaping, and she was, if she had her tablet on her, showing her the best exit route and avoiding cameras. Locked rooms were quite an experience that would take her a few hours to get out of, if that was possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was also very likely that she was now in the custody of The Volturi, her family\u2019s friends or even mom and dad themselves, and seeing as the Volturi were sent after her, they likely knew about Bella\u2019s skills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which would also explain why they had broken every bone in her most dominant hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella slowly rose from her seated position and tried not to feel her feet as they felt as if she\u2019d been walking around in sharp glass or millions of bricks of lego. What the hell? Regaining her balance somewhat Bella made her way over to the door where she saw a little bit of light shining through the creaks. \u201cHello?\u201d Oh, she knew that she should be afraid. Or panicked. Or whatever, but she wasn\u2019t. This was a risk that came with the territory and, up until a few days ago, she didn\u2019t even mind dying to atone for her sins committed against the family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that thought was incredibly stupid. She shouldn\u2019t have to be punished for leaving her family in search of something else, that she either was away from them or with them, but not both. The target on her back was fine. Until it wasn\u2019t, and she handed them over to the FBI. To the Suits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s not like she\u2019d wanted to do it, it\u2019s because she\u2019d needed to do it. It had been a quick fix. A knee-jerk reaction for the family sending Emmett to take care of her. For making her fall into a big, fat hole she almost didn\u2019t make it out of if it hadn\u2019t been for Neal and the Michaels. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But still, her current predicament wasn\u2019t something she should fear. If she\u2019d remain calm, keep her head and kept breathing, she\u2019d come up with an idea of how to leave this place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hand was really starting to annoy her though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella heard some movement at what seemed to be the other end of the space this room was in, a door opening and closing. Quickly feeling the bolts of the door, she could tell that the door opened towards her, so there was no reason to try and rush the person coming as soon as the door opened. Smart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She heard the door in the back open and close again. And again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Footsteps heading her way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Knowing that she couldn\u2019t rush the person opening the door – which was a stupid thing to think anyway, whoever had her were likely bulldozers, she slowly backed away. Her feet dragging across the floor until she felt the wall against her back. There were holes in her pajama top. She felt around her torso and realized that most of her top was gone, and that her sleeves were only barely holding on. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It explained why she was feeling cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella started to pat herself down, trying to feel how her pants were and wished that she hadn\u2019t. Her underwear was missing and she wasn\u2019t entirely sure if her pants were on the right way. Oh, she really wished that she hadn\u2019t. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The footsteps came closer, occasionally she could hear other doors open. Sounded like cells. Nobody was talking, just footsteps. Something looking like a flashlight, maybe. Gunshots at the end of the hall, people started yelling. Voices she didn\u2019t recognize. She wasn\u2019t going to call out again. Gunshots were usually a bad thing and while she could try to fight her way out, she wasn\u2019t faster than a bullet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella remained still against the wall, her eyes on the door that she could no longer see aside from the light coming through the slits. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She could feel her heart skip a few beats when her door was kicked open and someone was shining into the room with their very bright flashlight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFound her!\u201d the man made his way over to her and switched off his flashlight so he could take off his jacket for her. \u201cBella? My name is NCIS Special Agent Christopher LaSalle and I\u2019m here to get you home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNCIS?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, ma\u2019am, my boss still had a favor open for your brother,\u201d Christopher said as he put his coat around her shoulders and lifted her into his arms. \u201cHe\u2019s upstairs shooting people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have a brother,\u201d she let out a groan as she was lifted up. \u201cLet go of me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have a say in the matter, ma\u2019am, I need to get you to safety.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella pushed against LaSalle\u2019s chest with her good arm and managed to roll out of his arms, grabbed LaSalle\u2019s gun from his holster before ungraciously falling on the concrete floor. She scrambled to her feet and tried not to think about how much they hurt and how she had hurt herself by getting free of the man. She managed to take the safety off the gun and pointed it at LaSalle. \u201cEven if I did have a brother, he\u2019d know better than to send a cop. Who the fuck are you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cChristopher LaSalle, you stole my ID,\u201d he put his hands up in a protective manner. \u201cWoah, I\u2019m friendly, don\u2019t shoot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI borrowed it and I returned it,\u201d she said, not removing the gun from him. \u201cAnd you could have had that information from someone. Did you torture one of my friends for that information?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat? No!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella was startled when someone came up from behind her and swung around and nearly shot the person. \u201cNeal?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey,\u201d Neal smiled at her. \u201cWhy won\u2019t you put the gun down?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wait a second, Neal was in Texas. She was hallucinating. Was she also hallucinating feeling like crap and cold? And her hand broken? \u201cNo. No wait\u2026 you\u2019re in Texas. You\u2019re not real.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI promise you, I\u2019m real, but you have to put down the gun, Bells,\u201d Neal pleaded with her, slowly coming towards her and motioning for LaSalle to stay away. \u201cHenry and I came back as soon as Cole called. We\u2019ve been looking for days.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDays? Neal, I was asleep and I just woke up, it hasn\u2019t been days,\u201d she bit at him, waving her gun a little. \u201cSo try again. Because right now, I\u2019m still thinking you\u2019re not Neal and just someone who\u2019s playing tricks on me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Neal nodded. \u201cI\u2019m going to get my phone out of my pocket and I\u2019m going to call Liam. If I weren\u2019t myself, I wouldn\u2019t know about Liam, would I?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou would. He\u2019s quite known in our world.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, but he can validate that it\u2019s me. You trust him, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella nodded as she quickly looked over her shoulder to see LaSalle\u2019s shadow leaning against the wall and then then focused back on Neal who had dialed a phone number and she could hear it through the speaker. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey Liam, how are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNeal! I\u2019m good lad, how are you? How\u2019s Bella?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re good, Bella\u2019s a bit banged up,\u201d Neal replied as he looked at her. \u201cHear that? That\u2019s Liam and he called me Neal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLiam?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood to hear your voice, lass, I heard ya got yaself in a bit of trouble, was about to come to the US myself. It\u2019s a good thing your boy found ya.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe\u2019s Neal? My Neal?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes lass, you can relax now. Let them take care of you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, good,\u201d she let out a breath and put the safety back on the gun before dropping it and stumbling a little. \u201cBecause I\u2019m not feeling too hot,\u201d she admitted and Neal was fast enough to catch her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThanks, Liam, will call you later,\u201d Neal said as he disconnected the call and lifted Bella into his arms. \u201cYou had me worried,\u201d he whispered and planted a kiss on her forehead. It wasn\u2019t as dark in the hallway as it was in all the cells that he and Christopher had passed, but from what he could tell was that she was in a rough shape. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou teleported out of Texas?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neal let out a snort as he followed the NCIS agent through the hallway. \u201cYou were gone for a few days,  sweetheart, Lucy took you to Carlisle and Esme. Took us a while to figure out where they took you, I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDays?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He started to walk up the stairs with Bella in his arms. \u201cListen, I know you don\u2019t like hospitals but there\u2019s an ambulance waiting for you when we get out of the building.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not safe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt will be,\u201d Neal assured her. \u201cAfter we learned about your disappearance, we called Peter and gave him the remainder of your second list and the Michaels called in favors to track down the remaining Volturi. There will be members of Peter\u2019s team outside your room at all times.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have a choice in the matter I\u2019m afraid,\u201d Neal replied as he navigated a small corridor. \u201cYou look like shit and it would really make me happy if you\u2019d just go to the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWill you be there?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course, I\u2019m not leaving your side ever again after what you\u2019ve just been through.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella didn\u2019t like it, but she was really starting to feel like crap and Neal would be happy if she\u2019d go to the hospital and have herself checked out. Maybe she\u2019d figure out the confusion by allowing him to take her to the hospital. In a shiny ambulance. The lights were pretty. Her hand hurt. Her head hurt. Her throat was dry. She felt slightly warmer than she had felt before. And Neal smelled nice, he always smelled nice no matter what he did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

~o.O.o~<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was in the hospital under her new alias that Mingus had created for her. Emily Morgan, but she still wanted to have all of her files on her health with her, and off the hospital server. Of course, they wouldn\u2019t give it to her, so she made a mental note of hacking the hospital when she\u2019d be home and erasing the records from the server anyway. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her right hand was pretty much damaged and while the doctors did the best they could do, she couldn\u2019t help but overhear that some of the bones had shattered and cut into nerves and blood vessels. She had had surgery on her hand to remove as much fragments as possible and patch things up, but they weren\u2019t certain she\u2019d ever regain full functionality over her right hand and fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that hurt. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her job was all about being able to type fast, ten-finger blind, her fingers gliding over the keys of the keyboard as if her life depended on it. Her hobby also required the use and strength of both hands, without it, she\u2019d have to do things slower. Differently. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it was too early to tell. She had a long road of recovery ahead when it came to her hand and fingers. Bella was going to fight for it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella was relieved to hear that she wasn\u2019t sexually assaulted. They\u2019d found some glue residue on her legs and torso and it was believed that she was being monitored while being drugged and tortured. Or maybe used to give her some shocks. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was strange to hear the extent of all of her injuries, it was like a puzzle to hear, and also very unlike her father. He was a doctor, not someone who\u2019d torture so much. But, then again, Bella left the family, she got Emmett killed and she talked to the FBI about her family and it resulted in everyone being arrested, except for Carlisle and Esme. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until now. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was now a very good reason to arrest them and lock them up forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In some ways it was a blessing that Carlisle had drugged her so badly and often that she didn\u2019t remember a thing of her ordeal, but it also made it a little bit difficult to come to terms with the fact that she went to sleep in one piece in her own bed and woke up hurt and confused in a completely different building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They made her stay in the hospital for a week. A slow, agonizing week where they monitored her injuries, her vital signs and her mental state. Peter\u2019s agents only allowed Neal to come in, but she really needed to get home so she could be there for Neal. She rarely spoke to them, unlike Neal as they were his friends, because they were still Suits, but for now, she trusted Neal\u2019s judgment because she was feeling like crap. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Home was a better place. More entertainment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Have her friends to talk to. Maybe talk to her brother about this, because if she had to believe Neal, her brother took her disappearance harder than anyone, and she was surprised by that, seeing as Grant had made it clear that while they were related by blood, they weren\u2019t siblings. She was also lead to believe that there was more to the story but Neal wouldn\u2019t tell her, so Bella hoped that Grant would.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And she was tired of hospital food.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To be fair, she was a terrible patient and she was released from the hospital only after signing a mountain of paperwork that she was aware that she shouldn\u2019t have left the hospital and that if anything would go wrong, the hospital wasn\u2019t liable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She just wanted to go home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou know Peter\u2019s only agreeing to let you go home because your home is a fortress, right?\u201d Neal said as he helped Bella get dressed into her own clothes. \u201cThere will be agents in front of the house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no need.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI knew you were going to say that,\u201d Neal laughed, shaking his head. \u201cBut the thing is, until everyone\u2019s put away safely until all the trials are over and the FBI is sure that you\u2019re going to be safe, we\u2019re going to have to deal with them. It\u2019s that, or WITSEC.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella scrunched her nose. No, she wasn\u2019t going to have that happen. Not again, not willingly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThought so. So, you\u2019re just going to have to deal with it. Nick and Cole agree with having the FBI outside your house and in the Quarter to make sure you\u2019re safe, seeing as their own supposedly security team has proven to be corruptible and have been let go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cI liked Nathan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe feels so much guilt towards what happened to you. Lucy was his girlfriend and he didn\u2019t see it coming,\u201d Neal said as he helped her with her shoes. \u201cBut he agrees that his team shouldn\u2019t look after you anymore. Not that he thinks anyone else is compromised but he can\u2019t guarantee it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell that\u2019s stupid,\u201d Bella sighed as she nearly hit Neal in the head with her cast as she moved. \u201cWhoops.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCareful,\u201d he replied playfully as he helped her to get off the bed. \u201cReady to go home?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes please! I can\u2019t wait to wash the hospital stink off of me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She happily took a bath and kept her cast dry with some plastic wrap, into her comfortable clothes and Neal made her settle on the bed, which she didn\u2019t mind at all. Her home was nice and warm, her bed was comfortable and, better yet, Neal was with her. In bed. \u201cIs it wrong that I\u2019m feeling guilty for being in bed while I just got out of the hospital?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Neal shook his head. \u201cYou\u2019re right where you belong and if you feel you\u2019re up for visitors, then you\u2019re up for visitors.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTomorrow\u2019s fine,\u201d he agreed as he kissed the top of her head. \u201cOr the day after, or the day after that\u2026 you need to take your time to heal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know, but that\u2019s also what makes me feel guilty. The only things that need healing are my hands and my body. I-I admit that my brain has slowed down significantly too so maybe that\u2019s also something that Carlisle broke but I feel fine otherwise, I don\u2019t feel that I earned it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut you did. You don\u2019t need to be on high alert anymore. Everything\u2019s being taken care of. We were doing things your way, and when you disappeared, Henry and I made the decision to hand everything over to the FBI before anyone else would get hurt. What\u2019s important is that you\u2019re still alive and back with us,\u201d he gently squeezed her shoulder. \u201cAnd allow me to take care of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI helped you in and out of your clothes today,\u201d he ran his finger up and down her arm. \u201cAnd I\u2019m going to make one of your favorite meals later. But other than that\u2026 we\u2019re going to keep things simple. We could watch some mind-numbing television, I mean\u2026 the hospital didn\u2019t have netflix, there\u2019s only so much daytime soap opera one can handle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bella chuckled. \u201cNetflix sounds great.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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