The girls glanced at each other, their eyes tense.

"Hey, babe, something wrong?" Noel asked with a concerned look as he put his arm around Aria.

She shook it off and closed her phone, "No, everything's fine," she smiled for effect and he smiled back.

The four girls spent the rest of lunch sharing loaded looks and trying not to tip off the oblivious Noel. Aria finally greatful when the bell rang and Noel had to go to class. The girls had a free period. They were standing in front of Aria's locker and talking.

"What could that text mean?" Hanna said.

"Another detective?" Aria put up.

'Maybe," Spencer said, "more importantly, why is 'A' tipping us off?"

"Yeah," Emily agreed, "Why is she helping?"

"I don't know!" Aria whispered.

"There's someone new on our trails? I mean honestly-" Emily didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"Does that mean there's someone else close to finding our secrets?' Hanna said urgently.

"Who cares! We can't risk it. We need to work hard to stay below the radar," Aria pitched in.

"Aria's right. Whatever's coming, we need to be prepared," Spencer said.

"But what if this is just 'A' messing with us?" Emily questioned.

"Well, it can't hurt to be a little more careful, " Hanna said.

"Ezcuse me," A male voice called to them. The girls turned simultaneously to see a tall man with medium brown shaggy hair coming towards them.

Spencer stepped up, "Can we help you with something?"

"Uh yes. My name is Mr. Winchester, I'm a new teaching assistant here. I need help finding room 360A. Uh... Mr. Fitz?"

Aria's face went blank, but she kept a good facade.

"Um, sure, its down the hall and to your right. Last door in this hallway, right there," Spencer pointed.

"Thank you," Sam said with a nod, walking past the girls and hiking his 'work' bag up on his shoulder.

The girls watched him go down the hall and disappear into Mr. Fitz's classroom.

"Our school really knows how to pick 'em. He's hotter than Mr. Fitz!" Hanna whispered.

"God Hanna," Spencer laughed.

Aria laughed along with them still looking at the closed door, then finally returning to the conversation.

Sam, walked into the room and stood in front of the door listening to it close behind him. There was a man sitting at the desk who he assumed to be Mr. Fitz, "Excuse me?" The man looked up startled, "Mr. Fitz?"

"Uh, yes," He said getting up from his desk and coming to shake Sam's hand.

"Hello, my name is Sam Winchester. I'm your new TA," Sam said shaking Mr. Fitz's hand.

"Oh yes. They said they were sending you. Call me Ezra," Sam nodded and Ezra gestured for him to sit down in an extra chair that was in the corner for Parent/Teacher conferences. Sam picked it up and placed it in front of Ezra's desk.

"So," Ezra said, getting himself situated in his chair, "Is thuis your first teaching job?" Ezra had to admit he was a little intimidated by this man. He was at least a foot taller than Mr. Fitz and was definitely more muscular. Ezra was willing to bet he had a few years on him too.

"Uh, yes," Sam said.

"Mine too," Ezra said. This guy seamed nice enough, and eager to be here, "So did you study English?"

" I was premed at Stanford actually. I was going to go into Stanford law actually. But I minored in English for a few years."

"Stanford. Wow. Why didn't you go to law school?" Mr. Fitz reagranged some papers on his desk.

"Family issues. And um, my girlfriend died in a fire. After that, I just couldn't see myself finishing law school anymore." Sam said. It felt strange. Why was he telling this tol someone he barely knew? He hadn't realized how starved he'd been over the past few years for a normal conversation.

"My condolences," Ezra didn't feel so intimidated anymore. Just sorry for this poor boy sitting in front of him, "So why'd you come to little nowhere town like Rosewood?"

"I dunno. Small town seemed like a good place for a fresh start," Sam smiled, "Uh, I was just wondering. I've been having some trouble with electrical issues in my apartment here. Have you had anything like that? Or uh cold spots?"

Ezra was confused, but he didn't object, "Uh not really. Are you in the Rosewood community complex down on fourth?"

"That's the place I was considering, but I stayed there for a few nights in one of their test units to see how I felt about it, and I was having all those issues. I'm not so sure if I'll stay there. I can't really afford it either."

Ezra nodded, well I'm staying there, and I love it. Its a nice part of town."

Sam nodded too, "Well is there a motel somewhere around here that you know of?"

Ezra laughed one short laugh, "Tell you the truth, only town I've ever found where you cannot fine a Motel 8. Honestly I think the only thing we have is the Rosewood Day Inn, which trust me is going to cost you more than staying in one of those apartments," Ezra stopped and considered for a moment, "Hey if you wanted you could come stay with me for a few days until you get things figured out."

"Uh- no," Sam said, politely.

"No its fine. I've got a pull out and I could use some company," Ezra really did feel alone in his apartment without Aria there. It felt empty and solemn.

"I couldn't. My brother's here with me, and-and I wouldn't want to impose on you."

"No its fine. Your brother too. I really need to have someone around the house a little."

Sam nodded, "You don't have payper view do you?"

"No," Ezra said confused, "Why?"

"Because my brother would never get any work done. So we have a deal. And we could pay for some of the rent while we're there..."

"We have a deal. We'll discuss the rest later. The class is about to come in," Ezra said nodding to the door.