As much as I love Pretty Little Liars, I have always found it... predictable. I thought it could use little humor and a really big plot twist, and that's where I came up with this story. It mainly focuses on Aria and Ezra being a part of the A Team, but it includes some development of other story lines as well as romance/drama for all the current couples. It's set roughly around the first part of season 3, and includes some actual events as well as my own. This is my first story, so I apologize in advance if it's horrible.

Aria checked the time on her phone. 2:34 AM. She quickly scanned the area. Her note was already placed on the desk nearby, stating that she'd forgotten she had to drive Mike to lacrosse practice, and had to run home early. Her friends were sound asleep on the floor around her. They'd get the note when they woke up, and probably think nothing of it. She'd see them at school in a few hours, anyway. Aria crept up and walked silently to the door of Spencer's barn. With one swift motion, she unlatched the lock and slipped out into the crisp November air.

Sneaking around always gave her such a rush. She loved the feeling of lying. Spencer had pointed it out herself: Aria was the best of the four girls at lying to people she was close too. If only her friend knew the extent to which these lies went.

The time on her phone was 2:52 AM now. Aria was almost late. She quickened her pace, almost running now. No one would see her. The small town of Rosewood was silent, and she had taken this path to apartment 3B in the middle of the night so many times, she could do it in her sleep. Besides, Aria had devised a careful series of hidden shortcuts to get to the apartment complex, just in case she had to make the trip during the day. It used to make her nervous, creeping around at three in the morning. But it didn't anymore. It's funny how quickly you can get acclimated to being bad.

At 2:58 AM, Aria slipped into apartment 3B, using the key that was kept hidden under the doormat. They never moved that key. If someone wanted to break in, it would be fairly easy. This decision was mainly a reflection of one of the team's philosophies. Sometimes, the best way to keep something hidden is to leave it out in the open.

Aria walked over to the bookshelf next to Ezra's bed. It was probably the most orderly piece of his small apartment. He kept it alphabetized by author, then title. She quickly removed the copy of Tale of Two Cities on the third shelf down. Behind it was a small section of wallpaper that was ripped just slightly. The opening was just large enough for Aria to slip her fingers through, and flip the switch that was lodged about two inches inside of the wall. She heard a small clicking noise to the right of her. Replacing the book, she walked into Ezra's small closet and moved his hanging collection of button-down shirts aside, revealing a door. She opened it and walked inside, shutting it behind her. She flipped yet another switch to her left and smiled as she heard the door lock behind her. Aria smiled. Entering the lair had become second nature, and yet it still made her feel like a badass every single time.

Behind the secret door in the closet was a long, dark hallway. At the end of the hallway was yet another door, which required a four digit code to unlock. Aria smiled again. The code was her and Ezra's anniversary. She punched it in and walked inside. "Sorry I'm late," she began, noticing that her phone now read 3:03 AM. "There was a holdup back at the barn. We were watching a movie and they weren't going to sleep..."

"Will you please sit down? We have shit to talk about." Toby Cavanaugh spun around in his large office chair to face Aria. He was eating a bag of cheese curls, and he looked annoyed. "You aren't even in uniform, Aria."

Aria looked down. Shit. She was so worried about making it on time, she had forgotten to change. "I'm sorry! I'll... I'll be right back."

Toby rolled his eyes and licked his fingers. "Cheese curl?"

"No, Toby. I just got a manicure." Mona Vanderwaal admired the sleek black coat of shiny polish on her perfectly formed nails.

"I assume that means you aren't going to be taking notes on tonight's meeting?" Toby rolled his eyes again. "It's your turn, you know."

"Ezra will do it. It's a job for the rookies. Besides, he has perfect girly handwriting." Mona smirked across the table, meeting Ezra's steely gaze. As much as he hated being talked down to by a bunch of high school kids, he knew he had to pay his dues. This wasn't the chess club, after all.

Aria walked back inside. She was now dressed identically to the other three: all black sneakers, black cargo pants (the extra pockets were a necessity), and the trademark black hooded sweatshirt. She also had a thick layer of black eyeliner. The only thing that wasn't black in the outfit was her signature bright red lipstick. She took her usual seat at the table, right next to Ezra.

"It's about time." Toby stood up, moving over to the chalkboard that was hanging in the back of the room. It was one of the few things in the room, other than the folding table and chairs the group was sitting on. Toby had installed a mini fridge in the opposite corner, and the walls were lined with photos of Aria's friends, newspaper clippings, and various other paraphernalia. Toby printed November 13, 2012 in the top right hand corner of the chalkboard. "Welcome to tonight's meeting, A Team," he began. "I called you all here for a very important reason..."