Was I That Gullible

Let's Hope The Volturi Do Jigsaws?

A/N: So Jacob is dead, Eddie's lost his head and Alice is a prisoner of her own making! Fun, fun, fun. Italy here we come xx Alexis

"Peter! Will you stop snapping more bits off of him, he's a crazy puzzle as it is!" Bella said laughing all the same,

As they all saw Peter was now, not only ripping off Edwards' fingers but separating them joint from joint. He had ripped his ears off when they first arrived at the airport in Seattle.

"We don't need him listenin' to everythin' we say!" was his skewed reasoning and everyone shook their heads as they took their seats.

They were aboard a small private jet owned by the Whitlock's, for the flight to Italy. Alistair was staying behind with Charlie as the others took jigsaw boy to Volterra.

Bella had told her father everything that had happened, well almost everything, but especially Jacob's demise! He'd grunted and said to Peter,

"You're sure he's dead? That boy just kept turning up like a' bad penny'!" When Peter nodded but had said nothing, he knew that it was definitely true,

"And the prissy pansy?" he then queried,

"In the bag Chief, in the bag!" Alistair said, then he'd kicked the holdall at Bella's feet, which wriggled and everyone burst out laughing.

"Okay Kiddo, looks like you're almost done, just the fortune teller to go then?" he'd sneered,

Bella had grinned, although Edward could hear everything, their thoughts were shielded, he'd known it had to be her, the bitch! The others didn't possess that kind of gift. He thought the Whitlock's, Jasper included were dumb hillbillies, and Alistair, well he, in Edward's opinion, was one small step up from a vagrant! He never could understand how Carlisle could be his friend!

"Yes, Aro's keeping her safe for us, well more Jasper than me!" she'd answered squeezing Jasper's arm and he just nodded.

But Alice, being held in Italy, by the Volturi had been news to Edward, his hope of any escape slowly dwindled away. So with Charlie's blessing and wishes of good hunting they'd left later that night to pick up the jet in Seattle.

WITG

The flight was long, but with no weather problems and as they were in no real hurry, they took time to layover in Britain, refuelling both the plane and themselves in London. Jasper hadn't wanted to leave Bella behind, but she used the time to freshen up in a half decent hotel and get a proper meal for herself.

So whilst awaiting their return, Bella put through a call to Garrett. He was just finishing up a jig and decided to meet them at Pisa airport, he wanted to see for himself if Bella was happy, now that the 'Major' was in the picture properly. He had no idea that things were moving much faster for the couple, but he could hear the change in her voice.

When Jasper returned he was nervous, their last encounter had been instinct driven, but he wanted to change that. He wanted to be with Bella, as a couple, as normal a couple as these two odd people could be. Unknown to him, she also wanted this and had set the scene accordingly.

She was lying across the bed watching TV, dressed in a tank top and boy shorts. These were not silk or satin as Alice would have worn, but plain and functional, but for all that he thought she had never looked sexier. Her hair was down and loose, god he loved that mane of hair. After so many decades with a woman who had short spiky hair, it seemed glorious to him.

She was watching some award ceremony from France and signalled him over, patting the space beside her,

"Look there's Garrett, bodyguard to the stars!" she laughed,