The ringing of Emily's phone woke her as she forced her eyes to open. Where the hell was she? Her hands fumbled for her cell.

"Hello?" she answered groggily.

"Em, where are you? We've been texting you for hours," Alison asked.

Emily raked her fingers through her hair and turned to see Sabrina still asleep next to her. Suddenly Emily's heart was in her throat. She checked to make sure she was still dressed.

Alright, she was. Just a false alarm.

"Um, I'm..." Don't tell Ali, her brain told her. "Why, what's going on?"

"The police department called me. I'm sure they called you too," Ali confessed. "They want us all there by one."

"All of us?"

"Me, you, Spencer, Aria and Hanna." You could practically hear Alison roll her eyes. "Just... be there, okay?"

Then Ali hung up.

Emily checked the time and realized it was already twelve-thirty.

Great, she thought.

She shot from bed and rushed to the bathroom to straighten up. The date last night kept replaying in her head and she found herself smiling. Sabrina was great. She was sweet, down to earth, cute... Maybe a second date was in order.

Emily emerged from the bathroom and saw Sabrina looking up at her from the bed.

"Did I ruin your plan to sneak out?" Sabrina wondered.

"No." Emily walked over to her. "I just uh... the police need me there in twenty minutes and I'm gonna be late."

Sabrina's expression changed. "This has to do with Charlotte DiLaurentis?"

Emily nodded stiffly. "Yeah."

She sat at the foot of Sabrina's bed and allowed her guard to fall for a minute.

"But I was definitely not sneaking out," Emily whispered.

"Good," Sabrina answered. "Because I thought we had a great night."

"We did."

"I was hoping we could get together again. Soon." Sabrina shifted. "Maybe coffee? Somewhere other than The Brew."

Emily smiled. "That sounds great. Although I don't think any other place makes muffins like you do."

This caused Sabrina to blush. "You should go if you don't want to be too late."

Their eyes locked and Emily couldn't help but lean in. When their lips met, she felt her chest light up. Okay, that was a good sign.

She pulled away. "I'll text you."

"Please."

Then Emily was out the door and heading towards the precinct with a smile.

She made it and rushed inside, grateful she was only five minutes late. Hopefully that didn't look suspicious.

She found her friends in a room with detective Furey.

When she walked in all eyes were on her and she felt her face heat up.

"Sorry," she apologized as she sat next to Hanna.

"Now that you all are here, I need to ask..." Furey started. "Would any of you happen to know why the security footage for The Radley was completely wiped the night Elliot and Charlotte were murdered?"

Emily locked eyes with all her friends.

"Why would we?" Hanna asked.

"I just find it really odd..." He leaned on the table. "...that you four were the only people on our suspect list that were staying at The Radley and claimed to have only left to go to the DiLaurentis household. And now the footage is missing."

Emily felt her blood run cold, but she had tried to expect something like this. She knew exactly what it looked like, but there was no proof. He was bluffing and wanted a confession.

But this wasn't their first rodeo.

"Well, it looks like your suspect list just got longer," Spencer countered.

The detective faltered at Spencer's comment, but came back.

"Elliot Rollins checked into Radley Friday. Now, the security footage from that night suggest that you, Miss Fields, saw Elliot." Furey crossed his arms. "Did you see him?"

Emily squeezed her hands under the table.

"Yes," she said. "I mean, I thought I did, but I was really drunk."

Furey stood tall. "Now, Elliot checked out around nine P.M Tuesday night. That same room was used around the time you and your friends were supposedly searching for Charlotte, five hours after he checked out."

"Okay?" Emily said.

"The janitor on duty working that night says he let someone into the office," Furey stated. "Blond. About five-seven in height, blue eyes... Know anything about that?"

Shit, Emily thought. Be cool, that means nothing with no proof.

"He might've," Emily agreed. "But I wouldn't know. I wasn't there."

"What about you, Miss Marin?" He looked at Hanna. "Do you know anything about that?"

Hanna leaned back in her seat. "No sir."

Furey was trying to intimidate them. Emily knew the tactics. She knew the body language. One witness statement from an old man wouldn't incriminate them. And since there was no security footage from that night, Furey had nothing else to use. He was out of cards.

"That's all," Furey concluded.

The five women got up and left the police station in a hurry. Emily's heart was pounding right out of her chest as she felt the fresh air fill her lungs. She tried to allow the bustling street to distract her from the anxiety she felt.

"Well," Aria started. "We're definitely not on his good side."

"You think?" Hanna asked. "I feel like I just moved higher on his suspect list after that."

"Guys, we're fine," Spencer said. "He has nothing. The look on his face said that."

"Unless they call that man for an I.D.," Alison included.

That's when the women stopped and looked at each other. No one had thought about that possibility. And if Furey had a strong enough suspicion, which he probably did, that was very likely.

"Oh my God," Hanna panicked. "Oh my God."

Aria put her hand on Hanna's shoulder. "Han, calm down."

"Calm down?" Hanna fumed. "I'm the one that did the dirty work, Aria! I'm the one that talked to that man!"

"So we'll find him," Spencer suggested. "We'll find him and pay him to keep quiet."

The women stared at Spencer.

She crossed her arms in defense. "Oh come on, we've done worse."

"True," Emily agreed.

The women made their way to the parking lot without looking back. Alison walked next to Emily and wondered why her clothes were so wrinkled.

"Were you sleeping when I called?" Alison asked.

"Uh, yeah," Emily answered. "I was."

"Late night?" Spencer wondered.

"Em had a hot date with Sabrina," Hanna spilled.

"The manager at The Brew?" Aria asked.

"Yeah."

They all stopped at Emily's car and Alison stared at her with arms crossed upon her chest.

So, Paige wasn't the only one on Emily's radar, Alison determined.

"I didn't know you were seeing her," Alison confessed.

Emily crossed her arms. "It's new."

"Alright, Hanna and I will go talk to her mom," Spencer suggested. "We'll get what we need to keep this guy quiet."

"Let us know if you need anything," Emily said.

Then they left and Aria, Emily and Alison standing in the police station parking lot.

"Do you still have to go back to Boston?" Alison asked Aria.

Aria played with her fingers. "Actually, no. I don't."

Emily's brow furrowed. "What changed?"

"I'm uh... co-writing with Ezra now," Aria admitted.

"Really?"

Aria nodded.

"How'd that come about?" Alison wondered.

"Well, my boss is his publisher and she needed some chapters in compensation for the advance he got..." Aria took a deep breath. "And I kind of finished some parts for him?"

Emily watched Aria. "And he was cool with that?"

"He loved what I wrote, and so did my boss."

Alison and Emily were pleasantly surprised.

"Well congrats," Emily said. "That's awesome."

Aria beamed. "You think so?"

"Yeah, that's what you've always wanted." Emily fished for her keys. "I'm sure you didn't picture it like this, but, it's a start."

"You're right," Aria said. "I'm gonna head out. I'll see you guys later?"

"See you," Emily dismissed.

And then it was just her and Ali.

"So, you slept over?" Alison wondered aloud.

She knew it really wasn't any of her business, but she couldn't help herself.

"Why would you think that?"

Alison tilted her head. "Your outfit says 'Friday night out'... Plus your shirt is all wrinkled."

Emily insecurely tried to straighten it. "I slept over but it wasn't like that."

Alison couldn't help but wonder, was it? Emily was a woman who had been in many relationships. She was beautiful and kind, but she wasn't a first night kinda girl... was she? Alison realized she didn't know Emily enough to know the answer to that question.

"I'm gonna head home, take a shower," Emily said. "I'll talk to you later."

Then she left, but Alison found herself even more confused than before.

That Friday when all the girls had reunited, she could've sworn her and Emily had shared a moment. She remembered when she had seen her, sitting there on that couch... Ali had been transported back to her teenage years. She blamed it on nostalgia, but Alison feared that wasn't the case anymore.

She knew there was something special in her heart for Emily, but now she wasn't so sure if it was still mutual.

* * *

Alison found her phone ringing on the coffee table in the den. It was Spencer.

"Spencer," Alison answered. "Did you and Hanna find that man?"

"We did. It's taken care of. But I need you to come to the barn," Spencer rambled. "I may have found out why Melissa was called in for questioning."

"Okay," Alison agreed and hung up.

This was all still so much for her to process, but Alison had always been resilient to tragedy. It was a bitter-sweet skill she and her family possessed.

The death of Charlotte and Elliot had shattered her, but maybe somewhere deep down, the knowledge that they had plotted against her mended some of that pain. It was a dark way to think about it, but it was true.

She entered the barn to see all her friends in the same place for the second time today. Her eyes immediately found Emily.

"So what's going on?" Ali asked.

Spencer moved towards the couch. "I talked to Melissa... it was brief, but she gave away just enough. Wren used to work at Welby. That's why they moved back to Philly."

"Used to?" Aria asked.

Emily leaned forward. "Why doesn't he work there anymore?"

"That's what Melissa wouldn't tell me," Spencer said. "Which made her look really sketchy."

"I'm sure she just didn't want to tell you Wren's business," Hanna claimed.

"Wait," Alison interrupted. "Wren... He's a doctor?"

"Yes."

Alison tried to jog her memory. "What's his last name?"

"Kingston," Hanna said.

Alison felt so stupid as she stood from the couch in shock. Doctor Kingston. She remembered him. It was faint, but she remembered.

"Doctor Kingston was Charlotte's doctor." Alison paced. "It was only for a short time but... That's who Elliot replaced."

"And Melissa didn't want to tell you that?" Hanna asked Spencer.

Spencer just shrugged.

"Wait, are we saying that Wren and Melissa could've had something to do with Elliot and Charlotte's murder?" Aria wondered.

"Melissa told me they were at a show in Philly Tuesday night," Spencer said.

Hanna leaned into the couch. "That's a lame alibi."

Spencer side-glanced Hanna.

"So is playing hide-and-seek with Charlotte," Spencer jabbed. "Like we were supposedly doing."

The women fell silent.

Spencer eyed her tea. "I say we go to Welby and find out what they're hiding,"

"And I say no," Hanna included. "We just dodged a bullet with the security footage. I'm not sticking my neck out because you wanna prove something for old times' sake."

"Hanna's right," Emily agreed. "We have no reason to look into Wren and Melissa. Let's just leave it to the police."

Spencer sighed. "You guys do realize we're still on Furey's radar?"

"Yeah but they have nothing on us," Hanna defended. "I'm pretty sure that guy we paid off is planning to go on a bender with the money we gave. And the security footage is gone. "

"No, it's not. I went back to precinct earlier because I left my sunglasses and Furey approached me," Spencer said. "He said that The Radley's security company backs up the camera footage. He's getting a warrant. And once he does, we're right back to where we started."

It was like Emily had reverted to her old habits. The lies, the secrets and the drama. It all seemed to resurface when she came back to Rosewood. It's why she had been so reluctant to stay. But they were screwing themselves all on their own now.

"God, it never ends," Hanna complained.

"So let's say we do look into Wren and Melissa and find something," Emily theorized. "Then what?"

"Anonymously tip the police off," Aria said.

"Or we can talk to my sister," Spencer defended.

"We should've never come back here," Hanna said.

The air in the room was still. Emily didn't look at Ali because she knew what her face would say. Yet, everyone here was thinking the same thing.

"It's innocent until proven guilty, but we had the strongest motive of all," Spencer claimed.

"If you didn't do it, they shouldn't have enough evidence to convict anyone," Alison said.

Spencer stood. "I've read so many cases in school about the wrongly convicted, about how they had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. That sometimes, the justice system wants so badly to close a case, they'll find just the smallest bit of proof to do so."

"And what is our smallest bit of proof?" Aria wondered.

"That security footage," Spencer said. "They know about the hole in 214. They don't know when it was put there, but they know it exist. And if they see that footage of us, they'll know we know about it too because we never came out of that room."

"And you think that's enough to believe we murdered Elliot and Charlotte?" Hanna asked.

"Why else would we want to cover up the missing security footage so bad?"

"Because we trespassed! And that's a crime, but God we didn't murder anyone! We had no clue they were even dead when that happened!"

"They won't see it that way," Emily interrupted.

"Guys..." Aria grabbed the TV remote and turned up the volume.

Everyone watched the screen as a black car was pulled from the lake. The reporters voice was drowned out with all the nonsense going on in Emily's head. She watched the water pour out of the creases of the car. The side of it was severely damaged.

It was the car that ran Elliot and Charlotte off the road.

"Oh my God," Alison said. "That's the car."

"I don't recognize it," Spencer said.

"That's because whoever used it probably stole it."

"See, the police will find something else that leads them away from us," Hanna assumed.

Then five ringers went off in the den of the barn. That sound was so familiar, yet Emily hadn't heard it in years. It still caused her heart to skip a beat. Her hands trembled as she looked at the screen. A blocked number.

Emily opened her message and saw a gloved hand holding The Radley backup drive. There was a little text-box underneath.

Emily read, "A proposition: You help me find the killer, I help you stay out of jail."

Signed -A.