A/N: So this is just a story i'm trying out. I have something along the lines of this written on my laptop, of course with my original characters, but i decided "Why not make it into an Ezria fanfic?" So that's what I did. Please give it a shot!

Disclaimer: Dont own PLL.

Ezra stared absentmindedly at the computer screen. Not even the bright colors of it broke him out of his little world. He couldn't think clearly. He was beyond both mentally and physically exhausted. The past month, they'd been assigned to get to the bottom of a kidnapper rolling around the Philadelphian streets. Now, finally, his team had been able to capture the middle aged man who'd been responsible for so many disappearances. Ezra was only glad that this man would spend the rest of his life in jail, away from all of Philadelphia's residents. Just as he was taking a very much needed drink of his coffee, a voice behind him startled him.

"Ezra, can I please talk to you in my office?"

Ezra set his mug down, following behind the older man. What did he want? Had he done something wrong?

"Take a seat." Mr. Burke ordered.

"Yes sir." He nervously replied.

"Ezra, don't be nervous." He simply said.

Ezra returned a small nod.

" I'm not sure you were informed, but two people were killed down in Rosewood yesterday afternoon. Their bodies were found in an abandoned warehouse, just a little outside Rosewood."

"Yes, the email came in this morning. He was the Mayor and one of Rosewood's wealthiest people, and the other was a boy of about sixteen, correct?."

"Yes." He paused.

"You see, we have almost no information on what happened. Two of Rosewood's policemen, were only able to find the dead bodies. No murder weapon, nothing. Their team is still looking and trying to find information on any evidence left behind."

"Ok." Ezra nodded.

"I have a job for you. I want you to get to the bottom of this." He said, as he drank from his cup.

"Me?" He asked in disbelief. "But sir, you said so yourself that there isn't much we can go off from."

"I know. But you have demonstrated you are one of best detectives i've ever seen, in the short time you have worked here. I know you can do this."

"Do they at least have any idea on who may have done it?"

"None at all. Mr. Dilaurentis was a well known man throughout Rosewood. He knew everyone and everyone knew him. He wasn't a saint, so he definitely had enemies out there. As for the boy, his killer must be the same one. His family was associated with the Dilaurentis family, they were family friends. What I'm concluding is that whoever this killer is, wanted to get to Dilaurentis first, but the boy intervened which resulted in both being killed."

"I'm sorry sir, but that's still not much information." Ezra explained. "How can I figure it out? I'm still so new to this."

"I trust you Ezra. I've seen the work you've done, you put your all into an investigation and always get to the very bottom of it. This is just like all those other times. Sure, we're lacking a lot of information, but they're running the autopsies tomorrow. We'll gain more information from that."

"So what exactly are you asking me to do?"

"I want you to move down to Rosewood for a while. I already have everything ready for you to transfer down there. There, you'll be able to work with them. They'll give you ideas or information that might be beneficial to this investigation. But you're in charge Ezra. I've assigned this especially to you and want you to put one hundred and ten percent into it."

"You want me to move down to Rosewood?"

"Yes, but only for the time of this investigation. It will be better if you're there all the time, that way you'll know everything going on, you'll be able to slowly gather information which will lead us to the identity of the killer."

"ok." Ezra nodded. "I just don't understand why Rosewood police can't do it."

"It was Kenneth Dilaurentis, not just Mayor, but also the wealthiest man in Rosewood. His family wants answers, and Rosewood PD, needs help."

"I see." Ezra sighed. "I'm not sure if I can do it." He confessed.

"Of course you can." He assured. "So can I count you in?"

Ezra ran his sweaty hands through his hair. This would make his parents proud. It would be a great step into his career. If he was able to find the killer, his name would be high up in the boards. It was an excellent opportunity.

"I'll do it." Ezra finally said. "When do I start?"

Mr. Burke gave him an assuring smile, before going into detail about this investigation.


Aria stared at her reflection. Who was that girl staring back at her? Just a few weeks ago, two to be exact, she was still that artsy outgoing beautiful girl she'd always been, but now, as she stared deeply into her eyes, all she saw was pain and anger. She was about ten pounds lighter and her skin white as snow. Her eyes, swollen like never before from all the crying she'd done since that day. She'd been locked in her room ever since her brother was killed. Not talking to anybody, just curled up in her room, trying to make the pain go away. But nothing got rid of the aching pain she felt in her heart everyday. She blamed herself, she was the older sibling, she was supposed to look after him, protect him, yet she had failed to do so when he needed it the most. She should be the one in the casket, not him. Not a sixteen year old boy who had so much ahead of him. It was her fault. She knew that.

"Aria, honey, are you ready?" Her mother's soft voice called from her door.

Aria though, couldn't listen. Her whole being had vanished a week ago, and nothing around her seemed to have any meaning. She was staring absentmindedly at her reflection, wishing she could go back in time.

"Aria?"

"Hm?" She looked back.

"It's time to go." Ella said gently. "Dad's waiting for us downstairs."

Aria simply nodded. She took one last look in the mirror, before following after her mother.

"It hurts me too, sweetie." Her voice broke. "It hurts me so much."

Aria wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tight and letting out all her pain. She felt Ella tighten her grasp on her and she too let the tears fall.

"It's not fair." Aria sobbed.

"I know it's not, honey. He was so young." Ella whimpered. "My baby boy. I can't even think of someone who would want to kill him. Who could do such a thing to him?"

"I don't know Mom." Aria quickly replied, pulling back from the hug.

Ella took Aria's hand in her's, as she led them both downstairs. It was the first time she'd been out since the night Mike was murdered, and she was afraid. Afraid for so many different reasons. People would just put on their fake sympathy act, and she didn't need that. All she needed was her baby brother and she would never get him back.

"I'm right here honey." Ella assured, giving her the weakest smile ever.

Aria nodded and only held onto her tighter.

"Come on."

Aria wasn't sure how this day would go. It would be painful, she already knew that, but part of her hoped to stay strong. She had to put on a strong act for her parents sake. They were suffering too. They didn't need to worry about her. All she knew was that Mike's funeral would be the most painful day of her life.

A/N: Should I continue this? Please review and let me know!

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