A/N: Hey guuuys! I'm baaack! I had a brilliantly busy couple of days and I actually meant to post this before but I never got the chance and I was kind of put off FF for a little bit because I've had a really bad experience with another fandom and downright nasty reviews! But I'm back and as promised this is 7x01 from Caleb and Hanna's point of view. I've written the entire thing, I'm not sure how many parts it is, but we'll see! I'm about to start writing another Haleb fic, I keep calling it a multi chap but it'll probably only be like 6 parts or something, we'll see! I should have it finished in time for me to write the next part of NLYG after the episode airs here on Wednesday!

As soon as the text came through Caleb's heart had sunk, he hadn't been able to think about anything except for what a huge mistake he'd made. For how badly he'd failed Hanna. A had her and God knew what was going to happen to her, they had no idea where she was or how to find her. She'd vanished. Once they'd all gathered themselves they'd returned to town, heading straight for the police station to report her missing. None of them wanted to risk Hanna's life and they all knew they couldn't find her by themselves, didn't want to risk it..risk her, so they'd all agreed. When they'd made it back they all hurried towards the station, Caleb was on a mission, he had to get Hanna back. That as all he cared about, he felt guilty…and worried…and….scared. So scared. Scared he'd lose her.

"Toby, you speak cop so you should do the talking" Caleb decided. He needed everything in that station to go smoothly. No misunderstandings, nothing that would waste precious time.

"Toby, your job is on the line here. Are you sure you want to be a part of this?" Spencer cut in, bringing everyone to a halt. Caleb couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you serious Spencer? Hanna's life is on the line!" Caleb felt anger rising. Spencer was Hanna's friend, they'd all agreed…whatever it took to get Hanna back and here was Spencer trying to put the brakes on? Toby cut in before they could argue.

"When you asked me for my help, I said I was all in and I am" he said reassuringly. Caleb looked at him gratefully. At least Toby understood the urgency here, even if Spencer didn't. Caleb knew some of his anger was to do with what had happened between he and Hanna. Hanna had told him what happened that night…she'd come back. She'd come back for him but he'd already been gone he hadn't given her a chance. She said she still loved him and Caleb….he didn't know how to process that when Hanna was missing and he felt responsible and he was with Spencer. He liked Spencer, they'd always gotten along well and the longer Hanna was missing the more he realised that he only liked Spencer. He loved Hanna. If he'd known Hanna still loved him…..that she wasn't happy with Jordan….maybe he wouldn't be with Spencer right now. No. There was no maybe about it. If he stopped for too long he started to examine the reasons he was with Spencer. While he liked her…a part of him, a very small part, maybe wanted to hurt Hanna, knew she wouldn't be okay with him and Spencer. It was all a mess. But he had to focus because Hanna needed him. He'd handle things with Spencer later, and he would have to handle them because Hanna telling him she loved him? That changed everything. He loved Hanna. Would always love Hanna. When they got her back…they could be together again.

"We're wasting time, let's go" He went to start forward but Mona grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"Guys hold up" Mona nodded her head towards the station, at a figure walking in….Alison's mom? Caleb stared. Tuning out the others conversation. The wheels in his head spinning as he turned everything over, before coming to a realisation. He cut in to the conversation.

"Whoever that is…she was at the Lost Woods tonight" he said with certainty, "If she's a part of this…she knows where Hanna is and I will beat the truth out of her if I have to" he said as he started to stalk forward, eyes glued to the station. He meant every word. He needed to get to Hanna and bring her home. He needed to make sure she was safe again. He had no idea where she was but if that woman did then he would make her tell him. No-one was going to keep him from Hanna. Toby grabbed his arm and stopped him, and Caleb did stop…not just because what Toby said made sense…but because Toby was his friend, and Toby knew what Hanna meant to him. Toby knew how desperate Caleb was to get to Hanna and he'd promised to help. He decided to trust his friend and nodded. Watching as Toby headed off to the police station. The group waited around outside for Toby to return. Caleb was pacing up and down, he couldn't stand still, he needed to be doing something…anything. Hanna had already been gone for too long, who knew what was happening to her…if…if she was still alive. No. No. She is still alive. She has to be. Mona clearly felt the same, she was twitchy, couldn't stay still and whenever Caleb passed her on his circuit, she gave him an understanding look. Spencer hovered. Unsure what to say or do and he couldn't talk to her right then. She'd…she'd tried to stop Toby from going in there…from helping Hanna. Right then…he couldn't even look at her. He knew he was being irrational...ridiculous...unfair. But he couldn't help it. Hanna needed him. Needed all of them.

It wasn't long before Toby came rushing back to them with the news. The woman…she was Mary Drake. Jessica's twin. Charlotte's mother…and Hanna had said that she had killed her daughter. Caleb looked around at everyone, disbelieving.

"So why are we still standing here?" He asked, "She thinks Hanna killed her daughter, she's AD" he didn't understand why this wasn't obvious to everyone else. Why they weren't rushing in to the station. Hanna was missing and the obvious suspect was right there…in the station. All they had to do was go in there and tell the cops.

"Maybe, but…she's one step ahead of us. She just bought the Lost Woods and she's in there filing a report about a break in" Toby said. Caleb huffed out a breath. Of course. They couldn't go in there and start accusing her. She'd already got to the cops, they'd be more focused on them breaking in than one of them being kidnapped. It would be there word against hers.

"By us" Ezra stated the obvious.

"Dammit" Caleb said, frustrated. They where wasting time. They needed to get to Hanna quickly, before A could do anything to her. The sound of text alerts going off rang through the air. Fantastic. This can't be good. The bitch has perfect timing.

Caleb turned to the girls expectantly.

"A lie for a lie, an eye for an eye" Spencer read out. I do not like the sound of that.

"The bell tolls for Hanna" What the hell is that supposed to mean!?

"A. D" Emily finished. Before they could start to puzzle it out, a bell started to ring….to toll. Caleb spun towards the noise, the bell tower coming in to view as he did. The bell tower…the bell tolls for Hanna…Hanna…she's there. She's in the bell tower. She's right there. Hold on Hanna, I'm coming.

Caleb took off without waiting for the others, sprinting as fast as he could for the Church. He wasn't sure what to expect in there but he was praying he'd find Hanna there or..or be just in time to save her or stop A or whatever. All he knew was Hanna was in there and he needed to get to her. He could see Toby in his peripheral, close behind him. Heard the others following. Caleb sprinted through the Church, the bell ringing in his ears, ominous and overpowering. He rushed to the entrance of the bell tower and threw open the door, bursting in and looking around. Hanna wasn't immediately visible, he looked up….and his stomach dropped. He felt his heart break, was surprised no-one else could hear the crack as it shattered. Emily gasped, Spencer screamed.

"No….NO" Caleb cried. No. She couldn't…she couldn't be dead. He felt his legs start to buckle but he pushed himself on, sprinting up the stairs to get to her. He needed to get there as fast as possible, cut her down and she'd…she'd be fine. He couldn't stop himself from repeating no over and over, calling Hanna's name. Hoping she'd respond. He ignored the others as he climbed the stairs. He could hear the others following. When he reached the top he could see she was hanging from the ropes but there wasn't one around her neck. It's fine…she's just unconscious. It's fine, she's fine. He glanced back and saw his friend close behind him.

"Toby" he said desperately. Trying to keep it together. Toby wordlessly reached out and started to help him pull Hanna in. Once they'd pulled her close enough, Toby helped him lift her free of the ropes, the both of them gripping her as they lifted her, and started to bring her to the floor. He ignored the girls and their chatter. Tuned it out, focused on Hanna.

"Be careful" he choked on a sob as he and Toby lowered her gently to the floor. He was staring at her face. It didn't look right. Her eyes where closed, she could have been sleeping. She could have been unconscious but her skin…it was waxy….pale….dead. Caleb couldn't stop himself from saying her name one last time. Calling to her. She didn't respond. Because she couldn't. She was dead. He ignored the girls. He focused on Hanna's face, stroking her hair. She was dead…and it was his fault. He hadn't been there, he hadn't protected her. She'd told him she still loved him and he….he loved her too. He'd never stopped. He didn't know what the hell he was doing with Spencer but he would end it. Hanna…Hanna was the only girl for him. But he was too late and now…she was gone. She'd never laugh with him again…never kiss him again….he said her name one last time. His voice sounding off….high pitched…he realised he was crying. He stroked her face and…..felt something. He started to pull and her skin started to peel away from her face…What the hell?

"It's a mask" he realised. Relief flooding through him.

"What?!" Spencer said from behind him.

"It isn't Hanna" Caleb cried. Hanna wasn't dead…she was still out there somewhere…he could…it wasn't too late. He could fix everything and…and…and they could be together again. He should have never left her in New York, all the time they'd missed out on together…all because he'd been rash and stupid and childish. He didn't relish the thought of having to hurt Spencer but….he loved Hanna. He saw that more clearly than ever before. He wouldn't let her get away from him again but first he had to find her. And he would find her. Then he'd never let her go again. Caleb's focus immediately narrowed down to Hanna. Nothing else mattered. He pulled the mask off to reveal the dolls face underneath.

"So where the hell's Hanna?" This AD…they must have knocked her unconscious to get her out of the room without a fight, he knew that and the mask must have been made while she was still out…the doll was wearing Hanna's clothes…the clothes she'd been in last. Emily pulled something coming out of the doll.

"You have twenty four hours to give me Charlotte's real killer, or Hanna dies. Tick tock bitches" Caleb pulled his phone out from his pocket to check the time. He needed to see it…see what the deadline would be. 4am. Hanna was still alive..and she would be…unless they failed. No. I won't fail. I don't give a damn who killed Charlotte, I'll turn them over as soon as I figure it out. I will get Hanna back. Caleb vowed. Sharing a look with Mona who'd looked over his shoulder. They wouldn't fail. We're coming Hanna. Just hold on.