A/N: This chapter is a little dialogue heavy and I apologize for that. This chapter is basically just a few things that I felt I needed to get out of the way in order to continue on with the story. Personally, I'm not a big fan of all the drama so that probably won't be going on for much longer unless you guys feel differently. I also apologize that this isn't the longest chapter and I'm hoping to update really soon in order to make up for that. As always, thank you for reading and please leave any reviews or suggestions!

After spending another hour or so at the station with Lorenzo, Toby was finally able to go home. When he arrived, Spencer practically shot up form her seat on the couch facing the door way and over to Toby.

"What happened? Where's Ian?" Spencer said quickly.

"Spence...um...maybe we should sit down..." Toby said, taking Spencer's hand and leading her over to the chair.

"Toby? What is it?" The girl asked once they were both seated and her boyfriend was staring her hard in the eyes.

"Spencer...when I got to the farm...I had orders to check out the back entrance to see if that's where Ian was...but...when I got there..." Toby considered telling his girlfriend the truth of how he saw Ian commit suicide and did nothing to stop it but decided against it. "Ian was dead. He shot himself."

"Oh my God." Spencer gasped while bringing her hands up to cover her mouth.

"We also now have evidence that he was the one who broke into your house. He must of done it to drag attention onto himself. He knew we'd be looking for him and he knew he'd be spotted outside the Campbell farm so in result, he knew we'd find him after...you know. Are you okay?" Toby asked, placing his hand on Spencer's knee as a tear slipped down the girls face.

"Yeah, its just...I don't know...it's just a lot to take in. I've spent the last year scared of this man for what he did to me and my friends and now I just find out he's dead. It's kind of a lot to take in. It's not just that too, I've spent the last three years resenting him for the strain he put on mine and Melissa's relationship and- shit." Spencer cut herself off.

"What is it?" The officer asked.

"Melissa. I'm gonna have to tell Melissa. She hates me for kissing him and now I'm gonna have to be the one to tell her that her ex-fiancee is dead. Shit." Another tear slipped down Spencer's cheek and Toby brought his thumb up to the girls face and dried it.

"Spence, Melissa doesn't hate you. She loves you. She's mad at you for what you did but that was three years ago and he's a grown man who used his situation against you. Melissa knows that, it's just easier for her to be mad at you than be mad at the man she was going to marry for kissing her little sister. Maybe it will actually help your relationship mend a little, you know when she realizes that you're there for her."

Spencer smiled at the boy in front of her gently with glassy eyes before leaning in and hugging close to him. They sat like this for a while, Spencer huddled up close to Toby with his arms wrapped around her whole upper half and chin resting on top of her head. It was moments later that Toby let a tear escape his own eye, which he quickly wiped away in order to prevent his girlfriend from seeing him in an emotional state and asking questions.

"Toby?"

"Yeah?" He answered, pulling away from his place on top of Spencer's head to look into her eyes.

"Thank you for always knowing exactly what to say and do in any situation. I love you." She said, looking her boyfriend hard in the eyes.

Toby felt that he had been punched in the gut after hearing the words. Just hours earlier he would of took this as a huge compliment but now, after reflecting on his night and his not-so-sudden impulses that cost a man his life, Toby realized that he didn't know what to do in any situation. Only in the situations that didn't really matter. The boy swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking.

"I'll always do what I can to make you happy, Spence." This was the truth but Toby still felt as if he was lying to Spencer. He had yet to tell her about the way he had the chance to change the course of the night and didn't but the boy felt as though informing Spencer on this could cost him his relationship. He also knew that withholding the information could do the same thing. "I love you too..."

Spencer smiled at Toby, noticing his distant behavior but placing it down to stress that he was well entitled too.

"You know, I told my mom that I was staying over at Aria's tonight. You don't mind if I stay here do you?"

Toby loved the company of his girlfriend but tonight he felt as though the more he looked at her, the more he was reminded of the guilt he felt for being somewhat dishonest.

"No...um...of course you can stay. You don't have to ask."

Spencer reached up and kissed Toby.

"Well, good because I'm ready for bed. You coming?" The girl stood up and extended her hand down to her boyfriend who had apparently got the wrong idea and thought that Spencer was hinting towards something much different than intended.

"Spence...I...uh, I don't think we...I do-" Toby's rambling was cut off by Spencer, laughing.

"Toby, I mean go to bed. As in sleeping. Now, I'm gonna ask again...you coming?" She smirked.

Toby let out a small laugh and took Spencer's hand before following her into the bedroom. The pair had been intimate previous to their break up. However, Toby didn't want their first time in four months to be on this night of all nights and neither did Spencer.

The pair lay in each others comfort in Toby's bed with Spencer's back contently huddled into her boyfriends chest as he draped his strong arms around the girl. Toby then placed a gentle kiss to the back of Spencer's neck as she fell into sleep in her boyfriends embrace. Toby lay awake for the rest of the night, thinking back to what he had saw only a few hours prior. He knew that Ian was a bad person who didn't deserve life as a free man but he also knew that it was his job to stop the man from doing w hat he did. Although the boy was overwhelmed with guilt of this, his mind kept wandering back to Spencer and how he hadn't told her the truth. He knew he had to.

The next morning Spencer left relatively early in order to have the dreaded conversation she needed with Melissa. Upon arriving to her sisters townhouse, Spencer knocked on the door firmly as a way to display false confidence towards the situation. The door opened for Spencer to find her sister, dressed and pampered for the day despite the fact that it wasn't even 11am yet and Melissa probably had no real plans.

"Spencer? What are you doing here?" Melissa asked as she leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Melissa...hey. Can i come in?"

Melissa sighed before moving from the door frame in order to let her sister into the apartment.

"Mom told me that your apartment was nice...she was right. What company did you use for the decorating?" Spencer asked, awkwardly.

Melissa glared at her sister. "Spencer, I know you didn't come here to talk decorating companies. You want something. What is it?"

"I don't want anything Melissa...I..."

"You what, Spencer?" The older sister asked firmly.

"I need to tell you something. I...I...I don't know how to tell you this..." The girl struggled.

"Just spit it out, Spencer. I don't have all day." She sighed.

Spencer gulped. "Fine...but you might wanna...sit down."

"I don't need to sit down. Now, what is this about?"

The younger girl averted her eyes to the floor and took a deep breath in before speaking. "It's...It's about Ian, Melissa."

Melissa immediately felt her arms drop from their position over her chest to either side of her body and her neck slouched forward. "Wh...what about him?"

Spencer felt a tear slip down her left cheek as she prepared to tell her sister why she was really here. A few moments had passed before Melissa spoke again, now in a much louder tone. "What about him, Spencer?"

"He's dead Melissa." Spencer shouted back at her sister, in frustration with her self for not being able to say the words.

The color instantly drained from the woman's face. Her previously perfect exterior crumbling before Spencer's own eyes.

"How did he die? Just tell me that." Melissa bit her top lip in and squeezed her eyes shut.

Tears were now falling freely from both girls as they spoke. "He...He killed himself. I'm so sorry Melissa."

"No. No, you're not sorry. This is your fault."

"H...how could you say to me?" Spencer asked, shivering from the atmosphere that had took over the apartment.

"If you hadn't of gave those videos into the police last year then he wouldn't of killed himself. This is all your fault." Melissa said while wiping away the tears that had formed in her eyes.

Just as Spencer was about to respond, the apartment door flew open and both girls turned to face the source. Toby was snow standing in the door way staring at the girls. His eyes were red and puffy as if he had been crying.

"You can't blame Ian's death on Spencer, Melissa. It wasn't her fault. I saw Ian holding the gun when he was about to kill himself. I knew what he was about to do and I could of stopped it...but I didn't." Toby lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry."