Baby Fever [Jacob & Edward]

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A/N: This might be edited later.

Warning: Minor character death. Some angst.

Okay, so this was case related. Being notified of a new case wasn't abnormal. What was abnormal was having a cop show up at his door to notify him of said case. Usually, they'd just call and Edward and his team would show up to the crime scene.

"Bring the baby." Black says and he has this look on his face that Edward decides he doesn't like. Despite the rough exterior that he seemed to don when he put on the uniform, Edward can still sense the underlying sympathy. His eyes tell more than they should. Whatever this is, it's not good.

Edward's heart drops. He hasn't felt that sensation in years and it' so jarring, for a second, he forgets to move. He glances down at her, before watching the officer climb into his car.

"What was that about?" Emmett says, crowding up behind him to get a look at Black shutting his car door.

"I don't know, but it sounds bad." He mumbles, turning unsteadily back towards his brothers, "I have to get her car seat." 

Edward takes a step forward and immediately has to put a hand against a wall to steady himself.

"Woah, you're not driving anywhere," Jasper says, grabbing at the car seat in order to emphasize his point, "Emmett's driving."

Edward climbs into the backseat of Emmett's jeep, sighing as he secures the seat belt around the car seat. They are basically escorted to the police station by the officer before they're ushered inside where everyone seems to be running wild. The calm buzz usually fills the place sounds stilted and chaotic to his ears as uniformed officers flit around the station. He can basically feel the tension as they rush around the building. Some of the officers are answering, what he presumes to be, tip lines. The others are typing furiously at their keyboards. There is a small section, Edward knows, that harbors Black's team. 

As soon as they're out of the immediate chaos, Black begins briefing them.

"We found a body. A dead woman in in her late twenties, long black hair, indigenous, who gave birth recently." Hey says pointedly before glancing down at the car seat.

Oh.

They think they've found her mom. 

Edward's not one to have a lot of hope. He's not exactly had a life that lends itself to being optimistic. He was cynical through and through despite the odd misstep. So, he's not sure why it never occurred to him that they might not find her parents alive. It had been such a short amount of time that, honestly, he couldn't blame himself for not entertaining the thought. He'd assumed the roughest part would be finding a new home for all of the crap he'd accumulated in a record breaking two days. So, maybe the lack of preparation is why he feels a little woozy.

They all quietly follow Black into the attached lab where the body was clearly being kept. Emmett, Jasper and Edward march inside, eyes on the black body bag laid across the table. 

Edward's seen plenty of dead bodies in the time he's been on this earth. He's seen the human body be twisted in the most disturbing and haunting ways imaginable. Then, he'd watched as they were discarded like trash. Though, this was a bit different. He wasn't usually standing next to or holding a family member when the body came rolling into the lab. Somehow, this doesn't feel as impersonal. It was no longer a stranger who encountered an unfortunate set of circumstances. He finds himself lagging behind as Emmett and Jasper circle around the autopsy table. Jasper's hand reaches for the zipper and slowly tugs until the black fabric reveals a face.

She looks like she's peacefully sleeping, like they usually do. She has long hair and bangs that cover her forehead. She has a scar that starts from her right eye and runs all the way down to her chin. It seems to be an old wound, completely healed.