She hid the pills in the bottom drawer of her bed side table. Already she was feeling better, if slightly nauseous. What concerned her now, was the note that had come with her present. A? Allison? There's no way that it could be. Could it?

Never found the body though did they.

It was an insane thought. But not an impossible one. Spencer took in a long breath and let it out slowly. She began to feel lightheaded.

"Spence? Aria's here!" Hanna yelled.

Her eyes snapped open. She gave one last, lingering look toward her hidden secret and walked out the door. Shoulders back, head high, composed and in control.

The girls were sat at the kitchen island. Hanna had finished the sandwich she'd made, but she imagined more to be polite than because she'd actually enjoyed it. However, she looked a little more like herself. Instead of hunching in on herself, she was sat straight, animatedly talking at Aria like nothing was even happening.

Aria, on the other hand, looked hollow, and pale. Worse than she had the previous night. Spencer felt an incredible desire to bundle her up in bubble wrap. She shook her head. What was going on here? When did they become the people that things like this happen to?

"How are you feeling?"

"Better," Hanna swallowed. "Spence, please don't tell anyone."

The panic in Hanna's eyes was made all the clearer. Apparently, she had mistaken it for life in her eyes. Spencer rubbed her temples, the beginnings of a headache forming. The obvious answer to all this was to tell an adult. To tell literally anyone. Who was she to deal with rape and depression? Or, her thoughts returned to the pills upstairs, a drug addiction.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step darling.

"We have to tell someone Hanna."

Aria shook her head. "Who says we have to tell anyone anything? Whose business is it anyway? Everything will be fine. She just has to not go back."

"He's a police officer," Spencer hissed the last two words. "I mean, have you even seen a doctor?"

"No."

Spencer through up her hands. "Come on, we are going right now."

Both the two girls shook their hands in sync. The movement was violent, and fear fuelled. The feeling of being trapped enveloped Spencer. If nothing else, she would take care of this, of them. Even if that meant kicking Hanna straight through the door of the hospital.

Then she remembered the knowing look that Wren had given her. He had seen her for all of ten minutes, and had guessed it all. What would happen if she walked into a building full of doctors? Would they know?

Hanna had been speaking, but Spencer hadn't been listening.

"Okay," she held up her hands. "Fine. We won't go." Relief flooded their faces. "But, I'm calling Wren."

They tilted their heads to the side. The movement was in sync. It was almost funny. "Wren?"

Spencer fished her phone out of her picket and flicked through her contact list. Wren was right at the bottom. Her thumb hovered over the call button for just a moment before dialling. Before she could change her mind. Before the girls could stop her.

He answered on the second ring. "Spencer?"

"Did you mean it when you said I could count on you?"

"Absolutely," he said without a thought. "What's the matter?"

She considered explaining over the phone, but her throat seized around the words and formed a lump. "Come over."

"I'll be fifteen minutes."

Spencer hung up the phone and glanced at the rapidly paling faces of her friends. Her hands shook by her sides.

…..

Detective Darren Wilden lived in a house that screamed normality. It had a well-kept lawn and a white fence around the edge. That was apparently the extent of any gardening that took place, but that wasn't surprising. Mona didn't imagine that a male police officer had much time to develop a green thumb.

The fence was just high enough to keep a large German Shepard confined within it. The dog posed a problem, she thought, but not one that would set her back too much.

She was sitting in a car on the corner away from the house. From there she had an almost unobstructed view of the building, but was confident that, if he was to look, that she wouldn't be noticed.

What's your plan?

"I'm going to hurt him."

How?

"Not sure yet."

Absent minded, she added more notes to the paper in front of her. It included the times she'd seen him enter and exit the house – which happened a lot more than she would have expected given the fact he was supposed to be working – and any neighbours she saw. She'd noted down the positions of windows, open areas, potential entrances and exits. A plan was beginning to form in her mind.

Then, before she could start putting her plan onto paper and fleshing it out, the passenger side door opened.

"Spencer?"

"How you doin' Mona?"

She stared, blinking, at the brunette beside her for almost a full minute. Spencer didn't react to this. Instead, she let Mona stare, and chose to study her nails while she waited. Slowly Mona folded her notes and tucked them away under her chair.

"Why are you here?"

Spencer looked up and smiled. There was something off about the way she smiled. It was crooked, and didn't reach her eyes. Even when Spencer was smiling at someone she didn't like, it was a genuine smile. This though, this was strange.

"I was wondering what you were doing here."

Mona turned her attention back to the detective's house for a moment before flicking her eyes back to the brunette. That's when she noticed the blond streaks in her hair.

"You're not Spencer."

The brunettes smile grew wider. "Clever girl."

…..

Wren arrived within ten minutes. He smiled warmly when he saw Spencer, his eyes sparkling. This expression dropped when he saw Aria and Hanna sat at the kitchen bar.

"What's going on?"

Spencer gestured to an empty seat, which he took without question. For the next twenty minutes she explained why she'd brought him here. Carefully, she avoided any mention of her own issues, and the pills upstairs. Aria had agreed to tell him about her, albeit reluctantly, and she filled in the gaps for her. Hanna's eyes grew wide at the new information, but she remained quiet, if only a testament to how badly it had affected her. To stay quiet was very unlike her.

Silence stretched between them. It wasn't uncomfortable, but neither was it a safe or comfortable silence. Wren clasped his hands on the surface, twiddling his thumbs. Thoughts swirled in his head. What had he gotten himself into? This wasn't at all what he had been expecting when Spencer had called. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but it wasn't this.

"Okay," he said. "Alright, what do you want me to do?"

"Hanna doesn't want to go to a doctor," Spencer mumbled. "Can you…?"

Realisation for what they were asking of him slowly dawned on him. His eyes flicked between each girl, all looking at him with a little hope, but mostly concern. Worried for what he was about to say, or do. There wasn't anything he could do for Aria other than to reiterate what Spencer had told her – therapy was a good thing, it would help, you only had to persist.

Hanna, on the other hand, was a different problem altogether.

"I agree with Spencer," he said, slowly, carefully. "You should go to a doctor."

"Aren't you a doctor?" Hanna said immediately. "Please, please don't make me go."

He sighed. "Technically, I'm only training, and Hanna – this is a serious thing. There isn't a lot I can do. Have you had a pregnancy test?"

The blonde's face paled. Pregnancy hadn't even crossed her mind. She shook her head.

"Okay," he breathed. "Have you got any here?" Spencer shook her head. "I'll go and get one… we'll go from there."

…..

Mona's entire body was frozen. It felt as though every bone in her body had turned to steel. Ice flowed through her veins instead of blood. Words escaped her. The person before her was the spitting imagine of Spencer, from jaw line to eye colour to body shape. If it weren't for the streaks in her hair, Mona wouldn't have been able to tell at all.

"It's a long, complicated and sordid tale," she said. "You could almost fill seven seasons of a TV show with it." She laughed, like Spencer, with less self-check. "I need a favour."

The muscles in Mona's jaw forced her mouth open. "What?"

"I need you to tell me everything you know about Spencer Hastings and those three friends of hers.