I KNOW! I always start a new story and deleting the other ones, but not this time! I actually needed to publish a GREAT ( I am soooo modest ) story about Spencer Hastings/Toby Cavanaugh, I know I always go on and on about Harry Potter but this one is about Pretty Little Liars. This prologue was written by my very talented, amazing, friend, Abbie. Shoutout to you, Abbie, for writing this great piece, I will continue this story with her generous help. Enjoy. Kisses - A
"I'm sorry to ask but it would be a lot easier if I could talk to you separately," the police officer standing in front of the pair explained tentatively, "you know the drill." The last part of the sentence was spoken softer, directed at Toby. Maybe Toby did know the drill, he'd often enforced it himself, but standing there his hand wrapped around his wife's waist after all that had happened there was no way he was letting Spencer out of his sight for a second. Spencer stood scarily still. Every muscle in her body was tensed, her hair was sticking up at awkward angles, her mascara running down her face. Her usual mocha coffee eyes were now a dull, lifeless almost black colour. She hadn't felt so heartbroken since her days in Radley, she knew she was holding on to her sanity by a thread. This time she was going to hold on. This time she knew she could hold on because she had him by her side. As if on que he tightened his grip on her tiny waist answering the officers suggestion. They were being spoken to together or not at all. Toby just felt drained, achy and tired. He kept hoping it was a bad dream, hoping his heart hadn't really been torn out of him. The only reason he was holding on was for her. "Very well," the police officer stated seemingly accepting, leading the pair into a room to be questioned. Neither of them knew how long they waited to be spoken to. Every minute seemed like an hour and every hour seemed like a day. No amount of time seemed relevant without their daughter. They sat in an apparent silence, the pair didn't need words to communicate. Spencer buried her head into Toby's chest and Toby buried his face into her hair trying hard not to loose it completely. They jumped apart when the detective came in. "I'm really sorry about what happened," she offered her condolences without any real emotion. Spencer nodded timidly, the best answer she could muster up. "First of all I'm going to need her picture and a description." Toby fished into his pocket to get her picture out his wallet. "Ariana is 15. She has wavy brown hair like mine but shorter, like at her shoulders. Her face is shaped like mine but she has Toby's blue eyes. She is tall for her age and slim, about 5'6." Spencer spoke slowly using her best Hastings voice. Toby placed the picture on the table gently after squeezing Spencer's hand. "Please find our daughter, we can't carry on without her," Toby's big blue eyes pleaded. "I'll do my best," the detective replies half heartedly taking the picture to be photocopied for posters. Spencer flinched as her phone buzzed in her pocket, followed by a sharp ding indicating Toby had a text too. They watched each other wide eyed as they opened the message simultaneously. It had been years, it couldn't be them could it? Toby's stomach slipped as Spencer stifled a sob. 'Funny how history tends to repeat itself isn't it? -A'. Toby wanted to throw his phone at the wall, anger freely flowing through his body. The bitch was back.