Hi friends! :)

So I'm currently in the middle of moving, and don't have wifi yet. But, every chance I can, I'm going to update for you awesome readers :)

So, here's another installment of this whirlwind story! This one is kind of short, but the next one is going to be up soon (hopefully) :)

I also didn't put a lot of effort into editing this, I just wanted it up before I'm off of wifi again, sorry about that.

WARNING: severe triggers, and Haleb fans, don't kill me. I have I thoughts in my mind that Caleb would ever hurt Hanna on PLL, so don't get peeved. This is merely a fictional story.

I own nothing but the plot. All mistakes are mine.

Hanna's running back into the water before you even sit up and open your eyes.

You guys were splashing in the ocean for hours before you decided you guys need to eat. As soon as you dropped your stuff off in your room and finished ogling the picturesque view from your balcony, you were exploding toward the sandy waters.

For hours, you and Hanna had been playing like children in the warm, cerulean waters of the Atlantic. You'd both laughed until you turned into breathless tomatoes countless times.

You'd been picking a bikini-clad Hanna up in your arms, then thrusting her back into the waters. She'd come up laughing wildly, and would ask you to do it again, in a sweet, childlike voice.

You did that until she decided to try to do it to you. You warned her you weigh more than her, but she , she hoisted you into the air, with surprising strength. She catapulted you into the water, and when you came up, the proud look on her face made your face explode with smiles.

Also...she's said infinite things that made your heart seethe love. She's said heaps of things that made your face heat up almost instantly. And she's physically committed bulks of actions that made you want to grab her face and kiss her pink lips until the sun wasn't bright anymore.

So after you guys went to the café and ate enough to make it you feel like you just left a grandma's house after Thanksgiving, you lazily moseyed back to the heated sand. Hanna persistently said you guys can just go back in the water, but you repeated "Nope. Nope, we're gonna get cramps and die." Until she said "Fine!" She feigned annoyance, but you know she's grateful she didn't get cramps and die.

So, you and her lied on your towels for almost an hour, trying to get a tan. You're always naturally tan, but she kept complaining about being whiter than a old man who never goes outside because he's addicted to Jeopardy. (And that's exactly how she worded it too).

So, for hours, you lied there, in pure bliss, with Hanna's hand in yours. You talked about everything and nothing, and now, you can barely remember what it was. You do remember her complaining of her cheeks hurting from laughing.

So, when she suddenly bolted up, and announced you both have to go back to the water, then took off, you were left in a tired, sun baked stupor. So now, as you watch the water splash over her feet, you hoist yourself up, and start trotting over the hot sand. The cool water hitting your toes feels magical.

"Come on, babe!" She called, already hip-deep in the water. You bite your tongue. It seems like her nicknames have increased by hundreds just since you left New York. A few times, you've mustered up enough courage to return her words, and it actually felt completely natural to call Hanna babe.

"I'm coming! God you're such a toddler!" You retort playfully, she turns around and smirks, walking to you.

"Yeah, I am a toddler! Catch me mommy!" She cries spiritedly, jumping out of the water like a dolphin, and into your arms. Your knees buckle, and before you can recover, you drop into the water, Hanna falling out of your unprepared arms. You try to gasp a breath before you inevitably go under, but it's futile.

What feels like a gallon of salty water explodes into your nose and mouth. You use your legs to propel yourself up above the surface as soon as you go down, never letting go of Hanna's wrist.

Once your above the salty liquid, you cough and sputter, the water burning your nose and throat. You pull Hanna's forearm, and after a moment, she appears above with you, in your same state. Coughing, sputtering, and in desperate need of eye drops.

"Oh my god...that sucked." She coughs, pulling a piece of seaweed from her hair and throwing it back to it's home. "No kidding."

"I can't believe you didn't catch your child." She says, giggling lightly, but still coughing and spitting salt back into the ocean.

"Hey, that's not my fault! It's really hard to just catch someone with no warning!" You retort, then you smirk with an idea. "Like this!" You bend your kees, then launch them upward, aiming toward's Hanna's arms. You hold your nose and close your eyes and mouth in preparation for being submerged.

But then, when you realize you feel Hanna's arms around your stomach and not rough shells against your skin, and her giggling in your ear and not rushing waves, you open your eyes.

When you realize she actually did catch you with no warning, you roll your eyes and get out of her hold. "Whatever." You scoff, annoyed with yourself that you couldn't catch her like that. You turn away, crossing your arms. You know it's stupid to be pissed, but you are.

After a few moments, Hanna talks. "Hey Mrs. Grumpy Gills." She says, doing a Dory impression from Nemo. "You know what you gotta do when you can't catch your best friend when she jumps into your arms? You just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming..." She says, her lips in a fish-like pout.

You can't help but laugh.

"See! It's not hard to just keep swimming." She says, giggling. You smile.

"Fine. I'm not mad anymore." You say, blushing and smiling. She nods.

"Good. Now, here. Catch me." She says, giving you a minute to prepare. So, you put out your arms, and when she lands in them, you can't actually hold her this time. She smiles at you, and for some reason, your heart starts to shake with overwhelming love.

"See, it's not that hard." She whispers, still smiling. The way Hanna's wet hair is falling a curtain over her face is making your heart race. The way her eyes are sparkling is making your knees weak. And just the way she's looking at you...it's making your swelling heart leak out from your ribcage. And, right, there, out of context, you make a silent promise.

Don't worry, Hanna. I'll always be here to catch you. Even if I'm not prepared.

I look at my desk, and smile. There's 5 bouquets of flowers, a few cards, and even a cupcake. Since I walked in, I've been bombarded with hugs and being told how much I've been missed. I may miss Hanna beyond words already, but it feels good to know my employees missed me.

Apparently there's a new employee, which everyone felt the need to alert me of almost as soon as I walked in. Only one person told me his name, I think they said it was Alan or something. I'm not sure, but I don't really care.

People updated me on what had been going on since I took a leave, and apparently things have been pretty dull and uneventful. They've only made a few sales, and even those weren't very good. They've really just been waiting for me to come back.

Then, when I saw the paper monster that inevitably exploded over my desk, I let out a loud "Ugh".

So, after the other employees started to disperse and the high of me returning started to fade, I sat down, and opened my bag.

I took out a picture frame, and 2 normal photos without a frame. I set them in the corner of my desk where I also have a black and white picture of me holding Brook, wrapped in a blanket, from the day she was born. Then, a picture from her 2nd birthday, and a picture of me and her from about a year ago.

There's also a picture of me and Hanna, it's in black and white, and it's from the end of college. We're both in our cap and gowns, and we have our foreheads pressed together.

We're smiling at each other, our hands linked together. It's one of my favorites, it's one of the last pictures we took together before he took her.

It's so perfect...the sun was creating a lens flare over us too. I didn't look at it again for months after she disappeared. It was too painful. But, the first day I talked to her, when I was in my Hanna-induced bliss, I pasted it onto my desk.

I add 2 pictures, one is a selfie of me and Hanna. It's in black and white too. I'm whispering in her ear, and she's smiling widely, looking down. I don't even think she knows I have it...but I love it. Her smile is so cute and innocent. I took it a few days ago. I grin looking at it.

The second one is 2 pictures linked together, both selfies of Hanna and Brook on the day of her birthday. Brock's hair is done up, and she's smiling happily. Hanna matches her smile, her eyes sparkling.

Then the second one, is them making funny faces. Hanna has her eyes crossed, and her lips in a duck-like pout. Brook has her mouth open and her tongue out, with her hands on her cheeks like she's surprised. I almost exploded from cuteness overdose when I saw the selfies they took. There were actually a lot more, but these are my 2 favorites.

So, I grab a roll of Scotch Tape, and stick the pictures to the side of my desk.

Then, the framed picture is my favorite of them all. It's from about 2 weeks ago, and it was taken with a selfie stick. Brook has some whipped cream on her face from the breakfast we had had that morning. She's sitting on Hanna's lap, and she's laughing. We're all in our pajamas and our hair is messy, but it's still wordlessly beautiful.

Hanna has a huge smile on her face, and she's leaning on my shoulder. I'm laughing too, my fingers tickling Brook's ribs.

All three of us look carefree, innocent, and happy. Which is the only thing I ever want us to be, so the picture is so perfect.

I smile dreamily when I look at it, as I post it right at my eye line. Then, I frown sadly. I'm already aching for Hanna to be with me. I miss her voice and she smile, and it's only been like 30 minutes since I left.

I sigh sadly, then decide to get my mind off of her (even though I know it won't be very successful) and start trying to make a dent in all these papers.

I haven't even thrown away 5 things when I hear a voice purr "Hey, are you Emily?" above me. I look up, and my eyes widen. The voice belongs to a tall, golden blonde girl, with piercing blue eyes. She's wearing a light pink button-up shirt, with a white bra. Her top buttons are open, exposing her ample cleavage. I swallow, blushing.

"Y-yeah, I am. Who are you?" I ask uncomfortably, looking away from her.

"I'm Alison DiLaurentis, the new employee...? Did Ryan not tell you about me? Ugh, that idiot gets on my nerves." She says, and it takes a few moments for my brain to connect. New employee...but I though she was a guy?

"Uh...sorry, someone said your name was Alan...and you were a guy." I say nervously, looking at her again. She rolls her eyes.

"Well, my name is Alison. And I'm definitely not a guy." She titters, gesturing to her boobs. I nod, sucking my lips into my mouth.

"Yeah." I chuckle uncomfortably.

She then leans over my desk, so her boobs are practically inches from my face. I shift in my chair. "So...what are you like?" She asks me, looking at me intently. I struggle for words. The last thing I want right now is her boobs in my face...let alone to be interviewed by her.

"Uh...well my name is Emily, I've been in this business for almost 8 years, and I've been on a leave for a while." I say, focusing back on my desk. She laughs a bit.

"Uh-huh. I saw..." She leans over more, and looks at the pictures I just taped to the wall. I have to shift backwards again to avoid my head in being shoved into her cleavage. "...you posting these pictures. Is that your sister or something?"

I look at her disbelievingly, hoping she's joking. Hanna and I couldn't look more different. Especially considering our skin tones. When I see Alison's not joking, I shake my head. "Uh...no. That's my..." I come to a stop. I have no idea what to say! I think about saying wife, but then I realize I'm not marked as "Married" on my work papers. And this girl shouldn't ever see those, but if she does...that wouldn't be good. And also, I don't like lying. And also, I'm not wearing a ring.

Then, I settle on what to say. "...My best friend." As much as I want to say girlfriend, I can't bring myself to do that. Even though I doubt Hanna would find out, it still scares me to possibly make her uncomfortable, or break the little bit of trust she's bestowed in me by using her to get out of an awkward situation. It's ironic really...I've wanted to call her my girlfriend for years and years, and here I am with an opportunity, and I won't take it.

Besides, she may say she loves me, but she only means it platonically. And that's the only way she's ever meant it.

I'm so lost in though that Alison's voice shocks me out of it. "Oh. You guys look awfully close." She says, pointing at the graduation picture. I nod.

"We are." I say, an annoyed tinge to my voice. It's always bothered me when people comment derogatorily on Hanna and I's relationship.

"And who's that little girl?" She asks now, gesturing toward the photos. Jesus. Pry much?

"That's my daughter, Brook." I say, and surprise registers on her features.

"You have a daughter?" She asks, clearly shocked.

"Yeah, she's 8." I tell her, slightly annoyed she's so surprised.

"Oh. Well, she's pretty. Just like her mommy." She say flirtatiously, majorly taking me by surprise.

"I...I uh..." I stutter, trying to tell her I'm definitely not interested in her, not one fucking bit. (Except I'd say it nicer than that.)

"Anyway, I'll see you around, Fields. I'm in the cubicle across from you." She says, gesturing to where she means and smiling.

"O-okay." I say, smiling-albeit being pretty fake. She smiles flirtatiously, then struts to her desk. I see...she's wearing a black skirt that hugs her hips and is shorter than my pinkie.

She sits down, and smirks at me when she catches me looking.

I roll my eyes as I turn back to my desk. This is my new coworker.

What a joy.

So yeah, now Alison's a part of this! Are you guys surprised? What do you think this will mean for Hannily? Let me know in a review or PM. Love you guys, and don't forget to REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! They keep me motivated!

See you lovelies soon :)

~Ella :)