"Sara, finally word from you," I breathed out a breath of relief when I picked up the phone call. "Paige, I'm dropping you off this case. It's just me, don't worry. I can't really concentrate on the case when I'm focusing on helping your friend and not my client. There's a huge difference there, Paige. I hope you understand. Also, you have the rest of the time being Spencer's discipline while I work on this case," Sara broke out. Well, shit. "Is there a way I can still see the progress?" "Of course there is. I'll let you know back in the office on Monday. For the rest of the weekend, I'm investigating this as well." And that was it. Sara hung up on the phone, leaving me there, still frozen and shocked by the sudden news.

The weekend soon got over and it was time to get back to work again. As I pulled out my chair, I saw a laptop casing there, addressed to me. I looked throught the bag to see a laptop there and a letter in the bag. Paige, you can keep up the progress with this laptop. Charge the battery full always and keep in on charge when you're home. I can update anytime and this has to be confidential. Updates sent to this laptop will be deleted in 2 hours. Keep it on all times. Password: julytwentieth. Only see it at home and when you're alone. Any cover blown and that's it for Emily. -S.H. P.S: She's really smoking hot. It was Sara. I shot a glance at her office to see her concentrating on her work. Julytwentieth? That's the day we... Sara and I had a thing during college and that day was the day we first kissed...

A notification on the computer jolted me awake. I was following up one of Spencer's cases as her discipline now and needless to say, it was making me go into a deep slumber slowly with Spencer's 'directness'. Realizing that it was from the laptop, I keyed in the password right away and read the noticifcation. After so long of trying to get Ms Fields to be proven innocent, main topic was missed. Ms Fields stated she was to meet someone in a closed general store, but who? Most importantly, why was it so important that she had to go to Philly, in a closed general store to do so? After discussion with the investigating officers, it is set that I get another statement from Ms Fields and go throught the camera footage. Lazy much? To be continued. That was all that was said. What was it? A progression? Didn't seem like it.

The next day, Sara didn't appear in the office. She called her secretary and left me incharge that day. Confusion hit me. Where was Sara? What exactly is she doing now? I sighed out in frustration and rolled my eyes, not that Sara can see me anyway. The day at work dragged and so did the night. Sara had hinted it clearly that we shouldn't be making contact anywhere to avoid distraction and all I could do was wait. Until, another notification popped up. Today's findings: Security cameras were hacked to keep the same image as if nothing happened. No progression there. However one camera was missed and it was confirmed that the murderer was not my client, Ms Emily Fields. However, evidence is not clear enough and still insufficient. Next step, Ms Fields statement 2 and phone.

Wednesday came by and my eye bags were getting worse. I couldn't sleep at all, and it seems like Spencer couldn't as well. "What's up, mentor? You don't look too well," My frown only deepened when I saw the 4 coffee cups Spencer had in her hands. Spencer's voice dropped. "I'm worried, Paige. They already pushed back the time of trail once. They might not be able to do it again. What if Sara can't save Emily? Both you and I are sure that she didn't do this." I looked blankly at Spencer, feeling my eyes sting. She was right. Sara needed to speed up. What excuse does she have? She already used the warrant as an excuse to offical courts. I started shaking my head, in a total daze and started backing out of Spencer's office. I grabbed the laptop casing and ran as fast as I could in my heels towards my car. I could faintly hear Spencer calling out my name but I just ran.

I ended up in front of Rosewood PD, just looking at the station. I turned off the ignition, grabbed some random files that didn't have to do with the case and walked out of the car, into Rosewood PD. "Ms Fields," I saw Emily, slowly walking through the door towards the table I was at. "How have you been doing, Em?" I whispered out. No one could hear us. "I missed you so much," I felt tears welling up in my eyes and saw the same in Emily's. "Ms Fields, Paige, glad you already started," That familiar voice interrupted. Fuck. I blinked away the tears and looked up to Sara, staring daggers at me. If looks could kill, I'm already buried.

Sara made some shit excuse for me to exit the room, short living the moment I had with Emily. How I missed my Emily. Clearly I had to wait for her to finish with Emily and get an earful from her, so I went to lean on her car and invited myself into my world of clouded thoughts once again. Emily... A harsh snap of fingers broke me away from my trance, trace filled with Emily. "Get in," Her voice was stern, harsh, angry and hard. I'm in big trouble. "What the hell were you thinking, Paige McCullers. You know your fucking stupid move could've gotten me, yourself and even Emily in trouble! Paige, don't make me write to Stanford and suspend you from this internship.g I'm desperately trying to clean Emily's ass from shit that was poured on her and there you are, just tapping her ass with more shit! I know you love her, Paige. But you need to trust me on this one. I need you to wash your hands off completely."

I pulled up at the Fields' house, my makeup a mess and eye bags impossible to hide. "Paige? We haven't heard from you in days. Last was when you got the warrant. How's things?" Pam and Wayne shot me with questions. "I-I'm instructed to stay home until the case is over. I'm causing trouble. I can't stand being away from Emily when I can be so near. I caused trouble and I'm on watch 24/7 by the girls," I managed to get this out before I broke into sobs. Sara concluded that this was the best way. Spencer would watch during office hours and the rest would be sorted. She also made it clear that I had to continue to the law firm and pretend nothing's happened, to avoid any mistakes for people to suspect anything. I saw a car pull up in front of Fields' house and Aria getting out of the car. "I best be going. Aria is here to go home with me. I'm sorry I failed you both. I couldn't help with this case and keep you updated," It was a whispered and teary apology as I walked out, into the gates of complete restriction.

Chief investigating officer believes client, Ms Fields, didn't do it, seeing as they knew each other when Mr Fields was in the army. "She wouldn't hurt a fly. We have to get her out." His exact words. Victim was Maya St. Germain, an ex-girlfriend of Ms Fields. After going through Ms Fields' phone, we found that Ms St. Germain had contacted Ms Fields, in hopes to meet her and explain herself and fake death. Question now is, why after so long? Statement 3 is needed from Ms Fields, together with evidence from Ms Fields' phone. Through observation of the camera footage that was captured from the office, accomplice was in the store before murder was commited, as if knowing that Ms St. Germain was headed to the general store and wanted to frame Ms Fields, Further investigations would be conducted. Maya? I thought she was dead before.

-FLASHBACK-

I was walking to the Grille when I accidentally knocked into Emily's shoulder. I turned and apologize when I saw Emily tearing up. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked in concern. "It's Maya. We got into a fight at the party the other day and I haven't contacted her since." Seeing Emily so hurt, I went to comfort her, also trying to reel her in back to me. During the summer when she was in Haiti, I came out to my parents and have been waiting for her return ever since. Now's my chance to let her know that I was there for her. I looked into her eyes and got lost in them once again. We just pulled away from a hug and her eyes were like magnets, attracting me to her, wanting to kiss her. "What are you doing?" Emily asked, clearly hurt. I went to apologize, again but she walked off.

I felt the headache shoot through and I rubbed my temples, sighing in frustration at this mess. Where was this leading to? How long more till I can hold the woman of my dreams in my arms again? "You should get some sleep. Sara is stubborn headed. One look and you know. No matter how many updates she gives you, she's already a step ahead. Trust her like we do. She'll get her out." "Thanks Aria. I'll try my best. You should get some sleep as well. Goodnight," Aria gave me an encouraging smile and headed off to the guest room.