"How many times do I have to tell you, HE KISSED ME" Spencer yelled for the millionth time at her older sister as they continued to argue.

"Oh and you were just having trouble keeping your tongue in your mouth." Melissa commented driving her shoulder into Spencer's as she walked past. "Wren wanted me back and you destroyed it."

"He was drunk." Spencer deadpanned as her sister turned to face her.

"Oh, so now he's a drunk? You just don't want to admit that you're a little sinner." Melissa stated getting in Spencer's face, "Just like your little friends."

"Leave them out of this." Spencer's voice was firm, her temper flaring.

"You'll never be as good as me, Spence, you'll never come close. You'll always be second best. Nothing you do will ever change that." Melissa just smiled looking at the anger reaching her sister's eyes.

"Bitch"

"GIRLS" Their mother finally yelled from the other side of the kitchen. "Enough"

Spencer caught the satisfied look from her sister. She felt like a 5-year-old arguing with her older sister. Spencer just shook her head,

"I'm going for a walk." She stormed out of the house before her mom could say anything else about it. The wind hit the bare skin of her arms in a harsh gust. Despite the cold, she refused to turn back a grab a jacket. She ended up near Alison's destroyed memorial, stopping momentarily to look over.

"You always sided with her," Spencer murmured, her temper reaching its uncontrollable level. She walked past Alison's memorial and into the woods, just to be alone. It was almost six when she stopped by the creek. Her phone vibrated.

Poor Spence,

First you kiss Ian and then Wren, when will you learn that smutty tendencies will only lead to heartbreak?

-A

"Damn you," Spencer growled as her cell, "Go to hell A, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Spencer gave her cell a good throw at a nearby tree, shattering it instantly. She sat down on a log and ran her hands through her brown hair. A was working at her last nerve. She soon became aware of footsteps behind her.

"Hello," Spencer called as she turned around, not seeing anyone. She looked back toward the creek resting her hands on her lap. A minute later something latched itself around her neck and tightened. Spencer started thrashing about, choking and gasping for air. After a few minutes the thrashing lessened as darkness overtook her vision.

"Hello, Aria, have you seen Spencer…No, OK, well if you see her tell her to come home OK?"

"No problem Mrs. Hastings." Aria stated as she hung up the phone.

"Who was that dear?" Her mom called from the kitchen.

"Mrs. Hastings, Spencer went for a walk and hasn't come home yet." Aria stated with worry in her voice as she got out her cell and called Spencer's cell. "She's not answering her cell…That's not like her."

"Aria, maybe you should go out and see if you can find her so Mrs. Hastings doesn't have to worry."

Aria nodded and shot a text to Hanna and Emily before as she left the house and headed for the library, one of the places Spencer was constantly at, only to find she wasn't there.

"Aria," Hanna called, as she started over to Aria with the help of her crutches that she had been using since she was hit by the car at Mona's party, "I got your text. I checked the tennis courts and field hockey field on my way over. No dice,"

"I checked the book store on 7th street and looked around Main Street, no luck." Emily stated.

"Where can she be?" Hanna asked, frustrated.

"What about Wren's place?" Aria asked getting looks from Hanna and Emily, "It's worth a try."

Before they went anywhere their cells vibrated:

S is for Slut

P is for Pugnacious

E is for Envy

N is for Naïve

C is for Careless

E is for Evasive

R is for Rejected

Put is all together and that spells Spencer, Hope Ur not 2 attached to her!

-A

"Hey, bitch," Spencer groaned as she heard a voice addressing her. Her neck hurt and her head was throbbing. She tried to raise her hand to her head, only to find it restrained on a chair.

"Morning" Spencer looked up to see the face of Alison's older brother Jason.

"Your 'A'?" Spencer asked her voice raspier then normal.

"No, I'm just A's little helper." He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of Spencer's face. "You put up a decent fight."

"I thought you wanted to catch the person who killed Alison." Spencer stated as Jason laughed.

"A wasn't the one who killed Alison, far from it actually." Jason stood up as Spencer looked around at her surroundings. As far as she could tell, the place looked like an old shed; the room was lit dimly by a single light bulb in the center of the ceiling. She tried to move, only to find that her arms and ankles were bound to the chair where she was sitting.

"A has plans for you," Jason stated as Spencer noticed the webcam hooked up to the computer. "I hope you have a high tolerance for pain."

As he said that a shorter figure came into view, dark hoodie covering the figure's head. Spencer couldn't make out the face of the person who walked toward her.

"Spencer's missing," Hanna stated at lunch. None of the girls touching their food,

"First Ali and now Spence," Aria stated as she plays with her food.

"We don't know she's…" Emily trailed off.

"We're not loosing Spencer." Hanna stated, "We can't afford to."

After a few minutes, all of their cell phone's vibrated with a picture message from A.

"…oh shit…" It was a picture of Spencer, bound to the chair and out cold with a caption:

S is for Strangle

P is for Pummel

And well, you bitches can fill in the rest of the blanks.

-A

"A has Spencer." Aria stated as she stood up. "We have to tell the police."

"Screw the police." Hanna snapped,

"What do you want us to do? A could kill Spencer, do you want her to die because you don't want to get the police involved?" Hanna could tell by Aria's voice that she was more serious then she had been in a long while.

"They didn't find Ali for a year," Hanna said shaking her head, "It could be the same with Spencer."

"Then what do we do?" Emily asked looking back at the picture briefly. "Even if we told the police, A would find out and kill Spencer anyway. We can't look for her ourselves without A getting us too."

"We have to find a way," Aria insisted as the bell for their next classes rung.

"Does this hurt?" A voice asked darkly as dark figure tightened the belt that was around Spencer's neck. Spencer choked a response as blood ran down from a decently deep laceration under her collarbone. Spencer spit up blood as the figure loosened the belt. It seemed like a sick game to her, Spencer decided. To choke her and then let her go just when she was feeling light-headed. The figure went back to the computer as Spencer licked at the cut on her bottom lip as it bled. The area around her left eye bruised from today's beating.

"I wouldn't lick at it." Jason stated with little interest as he looked at the video the other figure was uploading. "Amazing how many people love to watch teenaged girls get beat."

"The program you up uploaded,"

"Will prevent the cops from tracing it back to this computer," Jason finished.

"Good."

"Fantastic, Detective Wilden wants to question us again." Aria grumbled as they waited in the principal's office.

"Now he thinks we did something to Spencer." Hanna groaned as Detective Wilden walked into the room.

"What were you girls doing the day Spencer Hastings went missing?"

"None of us were with her." Hanna stated, "Shouldn't you be questioning Melissa or Mrs. Hastings?"

"Why do that when I have three prime suspects right here?" Wilden asked as he sat on the principal's desk. "First Alison and now Spencer, I think that sets a pattern. Meaning the likelihood of the three of you killing them very high"

"What makes you think Spencer's dead?" Aria asked.

"You tell me, is Spencer Hastings dead?" There was silence for a minute before there was a knock at the door.

"Open the door, FBI," A woman's voice called as Detective Wilden opened the door, irritation written on his face.

"We need to speak to Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, and Emily Fields." The women asked, shock on all the girls faces.

"Can I get you girls anything? Coffee, water," One of the agents asked as they checked on the three in the questioning room.

"No," The three grumbled as they waited. After a few minute, a female agent in her twenties with brown hair and grey eyes walked into the room dressed in a standard dark uniform.

"Aria Montgomery, Emily Fields, and Hanna Marin, correct?" The agent asked as they all nodded. "My name is Agent Dakota Gareth, I need to ask you three a few questions about your friend, Spencer Hastings."

"We're confused, when did the FBI get involved? Spencer's only been gone one day." Emily asked confusion in her voice.

"Let me explain, at first we thought this was a simple 'oh, she ran away from home' type case. Later our intelligence unit picked up videos posted on the internet." Agent Gareth placed a picture of a beaten Spencer on the table. "This is Miss Hastings, correct?"

"Yes that's her," Hanna said as she looked back up from the picture to the agent, the image overwhelming to the three girls.

"Whoever kidnapped her has been posting videos of him or her physically abusing Miss Hastings. The website also features polls on how the offender could farther hurt her." Agent Gareth looked through her file. "There is one poll however that features what the offender should do to her at the end of the week. One of the options is killing her."

"Is this some kind of sick game?" Aria asked disgust clear in her voice.

"To the offender yes...this is why I need the three of you to put together a list of people who Miss Hastings was involved with. Was there anyone who would want to hurt her?"

The girls looked at one another.

"We don't know," Hanna said quietly, "She didn't really have any enemies."

Except A they all thought in unison.

"We spoke to Melissa and Mrs. Hastings," Agent Gareth stated as she stepped back into the room. "We are bringing in Wren Kim and Alex Santiago. Is there anyone else she was involved with?"

"No," Hanna spoke up as the rest of the girls found it hard to talk.

Melissa walked back too her room, as soon as she stepped in she saw that her wall was covered with pictures of Spencer kissing Wren. Others were of her kissing Ian.

One way or another the truth comes out -A: was written in red on the wall. Melissa looked up at the pictures feeling a mix of emotions, anger and rage focused at Spencer that seemed to take away her ability to feel any kind of worry about her sister's safety.

"You grew up with Alison correct?" An FBI agent asked a young girl around the liar's age. She ran a hand through her dark brown hair, her gray eyes held an intense look. "You wanted to speak with us?"

"Yeah, it's about Alison…and Courtney."

"Do you think the FBI will have better luck finding Spencer?" Aria asked as she took a sip of coffee. They still sat outside the questioning room waiting too see how much info the FBI had about Spencer and if they could find out where she was. As they waited, a dark haired girl walked out of the questioning room and looked over at them.

"You all must be the Alison's friends." The girl stated as she took a seat across from them. "My name is Linda Davis, I grew up with Alison."

"Nice to meet you," Aria stated as the girls introduced themselves.

"What are you doing here?" Hanna asked as Linda leaned back in her seat.

"I had some information that I wanted to share with the FBI about Alison before she went missing." Linda started, "She came to visit me a week before she disappeared. When I heard your friend Spencer disappeared I wanted to speak to the FBI as soon as I could."

"Why not talk when Alison went missing?" Emily asked.

"Alison loved to play games…I knew that would get her into trouble one day. She came to visit me in my apartment. She was angry about something…She had a fight with Spencer. She said she was done with her, I was worried that she would do something."

"What do you mean she was 'done' with Spencer?"

"She didn't want anything to do with her…because she was afraid of her." Linda explained, "You never really knew Alison like I did. She was like a dictator, she needed to be in control and when that's at stake she will do anything to get it back. From what I heard Spencer was a threat to her."

"Yeah, they fought a lot, but what you're saying doesn't make any sense to me." Hanna stated.

"Alison liked attention; she liked secrets because secrets meant power to her." Linda explained. "Alison was sick; she's done many things in the past that could have gotten her sent to jail. I'm afraid that…that's where she will end up."

"What are you talking about?" Aria interrupted, "Alison's dead."

"There is a girl dead, it's just not Alison." Linda stated, "Its Alison's twin sister, Courtney. The FBI did a DNA test at my request. Alison's still very much alive; she's playing this game to get back at Spencer."

FLASHBACK (Told to the girls by Linda)

"I hate that freakin' bitch!" Alison yelled, "She'll be so sorry she every did anything like that."

"So you got into an argument and she pushed you?" Linda asked as Alison nodded.

"I'm so done with her! First I catch her kissing Ian and now she starts pulling all this crap!" Alison stated taking a swing of beer. "I'll make her pay for all the shit she's done."

"How are you going to do that?" Linda asked afraid of what the response would be.

"Can't tell you" Alison shot her a smirk. "It's a secret."

END FLASHBACK

"Alison was a very dark person when you got to know her. She opened up to me because I was done with her. I wasn't going to get involved with anything, and for some reason she liked to tell me everything. It was like she wanted to get me to step in, but I never did. She lives for things like this, these games she plays. They got Courtney killed and it took us so long to realize it because Courtney goes to a special school. Courtney was the opposite of Alison, she was sweet and kind. That's why I think Alison killed her…to make the police think it as her." Linda stated as she stood.

"I can't believe Alison would kill anyone." Hanna spoke up.

"The truth will come out. Secrets have a way of being discovered sooner or later." Linda stated as she left.

"Wake up," A voice called as Spencer struggle to open her eyes against the seemingly harsh light of the single light bulb in the shed. A thin girl her age stared back at her. Blonde hair in waves and an all too familiar smirk

"Alison," Spencer choked out as Alison stood up from her kneeling position.

"Thought I was dead and gone didn't you? Relieved that I was dead, weren't you?" Alison stated sarcastically as she played idly with a pocket knife. "Consider this your punishment for kissing Ian, you bitch."

"Wha-" A brutal slap knocked the wind out of her before Spencer could say anything.

"I've hated you for a very long time." Alison stated her voice dark and filled with loathing. "You always got in my way…never again."