Thanks for the reviews! Sorry this one is slightly shorter.

3 years earlier:

"You were incredible," Toby stated, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Propped up by the stack of crisp, hospital pillows, Spencer reached out for his hand and pulled him down into the chair by her bed.

"As you've mentioned," she replied teasingly, a smile crossing across her tired face. "And so were you." He shook his head, lifting her hand to press a kiss into her palm. Baby girl Cavanaugh-Hastings had been born at 23.15 after a trying 11 hours of active labour and weighed just shy of 7 pounds. Although Spencer had been reluctant to let her go initially, the baby was now with a midwife being bathed and looked after properly.

"Any revelations on the name yet?" he asked softly, twisting a strand of her hair around his finger.

"I was thinking something French," she suggested tentatively. "You know because I love the culture, and you liked Les Mis when I made you watch it, and it sort of… bought us together?"

"That sounds perfect," Toby agreed. "Not anything out of Les Mis though, I don't want to name our first daughter after a dead character." Spencer chuckled, running her thumb across Toby's knuckles lovingly.

"I can't believe it," she chuckled. "I can't believe she's real, she's here."

"At last," Toby said. "I can't wait to take her home so we can put her in the cot, and she can meet Hanna and Caleb…" They fell silent, lost in thoughts of the blissful future stretching before them.

"Baby girl Cavanaugh?" A midwife walked into the room, a small bundle tucked into her arms. Toby jumped up, taking the baby from the woman.

"It's Cavanaugh-Hastings," he corrected, kneeling beside the bed and handing Spencer her daughter. Spencer felt a gush of love flood up her body as she gazed at the sleeping baby. She concentrated hard on her tiny features, trying to assign a name to her glowing skin, long eyelashes and button nose.

"Adrianne," Toby said simply. He looked up at her the gauge her reaction. "You think she looks like an Adrianne?" She nodded, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

"Adrianne Marion," she whispered. They were both crying now, crying and smiling. Toby leant across and kissed her.

"I love you Spencer Hastings," he told her sincerely. "And I love you too, Adrianne."

"Adrianne!" Spencer's voice was hoarse from screaming her daughter's name. Slamming her palms dejectedly against the door of the motel room and leaning forward, Spencer felt a sob rack through her body. Toby was beside her in an instant, pulling her into his arms.

"We'll find her Spence," he promised. She shook her head, panic coursing through her body.

"M-Melissa k-killed Ali's M-Mom," she stammered. Her breaths were coming in heaves, and Toby gripped hold of her waist, trying to ground her. "And now she's after us for J-Jason's videos and now she probably has Ady…"

"You think Melissa is the one who's after us?" he asked levelly. She found herself unable to answer, her throat choked with fear for her daughter. "Because if it is her, then she wouldn't hurt Adrianne for anybody babe. She loves her."

"If she loved her she wouldn't have taken her from us, Tobes. She wouldn't have helped to burn down our apartment." She could feel herself calming a little in his arms, the rational side of her brain that was usually so prominent beginning to emerge. "But I mean you're right. I guess we know what happens now. Adrianne for the tapes."

"And maybe that's okay," he dared to suggest. "Maybe… maybe it was stupid to just listen to Alison and run away like that. What's so bad about going to the police, they'd take one look at the recording and put your sister in jail. How would that hurt Ali?" Spencer shrugged, her mind working at a million miles per hour. Adrianne was obviously her priority, and there weren't very many people she would think twice about throwing under the bus to save her daughter. And she hadn't seen Melissa for a while now, the sisters had never been close and the added distance hadn't helped their relationship. But could she do it? Could she turn her sister into the cops without a second thought?

"She was doing it to protect me," she whispered. "She thought I was the one who killed Alison, everybody seems to at some point."

"I never did," Toby released Spencer from the hug and they both sank onto the floor. "Spencer, Melissa spent her life trying to make your look bad in comparison to her. She never tried to protect you until it looked like the Hastings family name was under threat. And she killed somebody in order to do it. You owe her nothing." Spencer scrubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, and Toby caught her wrist gently. "You've hurt your hand, babe." She glanced at it briefly, barely taking in the blackening bruises around her knuckles from slamming them against the doors.

"It doesn't matter." She stood up, running back towards their motel room and disappearing inside it. "I'm calling Melissa and getting her back and the video is just gonna have to…" her voice trailed. Toby glanced up at the door, concerned.

"Spencer?" She reappeared in the doorway, holding her phone up.

"Toby, look." He grabbed the phone from her, scanning over the message. There was a photo of a tiny hand gripped in a larger, gloved one attached. Adrianne.

"Come quickly or we'll drive your baby away," he breathed. He looked up at his girlfriend, wide eyed. "Drive, Spencer. Baby."

"Oh my God she's in the truck." And with that the couple were sprinting across the scrub of grass and towards the carpark. Toby could feel his breaths scraping up and down his throat, his limbs screaming at him to stop. But he ignored it all, focusing on Adrianne. He had to get to her. He was aware of Spencer a few steps behind him, but he couldn't bring himself to slow down for her. The truck was coming into sight now, shifting from a pale blur on the horizon to a more defined shape.

"Adrianne!" he yelled. Was he imagining it or was there a tiny voice coming from the van. He skidded to a halt beside the vehicle and tore the door open. "Adrianne?"

"Daddy?" The boot. She was in the boot. He wrenched it open, and the three year old clambered into his arm. Stumbling backwards, he clutched hold of the girl, stroking her hair gently, his chest rising and falling as the adrenaline slowly left his body. He stroked her hair, reassuring himself she was real. "Daddy found me!" He nodded, gripping hold of her desperately.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?"

"I have pins and needles in my leg," she pouted. Toby sighed, squeezing her closer in relief.

"Adrianne you have to tell me what happened."

"The person said hide."

"What person, Ady. Was it a man or a woman? Do you know their name?"

"It had a man voice." Toby felt his heart go cold. It was one thing to think that Melissa had taken Adrianne in the middle of the night, but the thought of some strange man creeping into their room and snatching her from the bed disgusted him.

"Ady," he uttered, sitting her down on the edge of the boot and crouching before her. "This isn't your fault and me and Mommy aren't mad. But we were really, really scared when we woke up and you weren't there anymore. So if somebody ever comes into the room and says you have to come with them, you wake me and Mom up straight away. Even if you have to scream really loud."

"Wake Mommy and Daddy up," she repeated thoughtfully. "Where's Mommy?"

~MOMENTS EARLIER~

Spencer almost collapsed with relief at the sight of Toby pulling their daughter out of the boot of the truck. She stumbled to a halt, watching at he hugged the girl tightly, her panicked breaths slowly returning to normal. It was okay. It was all going to be…

Spencer felt an unfamiliar hand clap tightly over her mouth. She screamed, the noise muffled by the strangers grip, and scratched desperately against the leather glove. Her eyes widened as the other arm snaked tightly across her neck and pushed down deliberately. Spencer's bare feet scrabbled against the dirt of the ground, she could feel herself becoming more and more light headed. Toby. She could see him in the distance, a blur of colour against the backdrop of the large van. "Look over here," she silently begged. Her sight was spotted, a sort of redness bleeding across her vision from the corner of her eyes outwards. Fighting against the burning of her lungs but to no avail, Spencer felt herself go limp in the strangers grasp.

"Ach," she choked, as her eyes slid shut and the blackness encompassed her.