Hey everyone, sorry this chapter isn't super huge I've kind of been having some blocks after the last episode, though everyone knew what was going to happen with Alison's pregnancy (I won't say specifics for spoiler reason – just in case) but for those who do know it's kind of been a bit of a turn off for my writing. Not that I'm giving up or anything! It's just been meh cause now all the anti-Emison people are spreading hate and it kinda sucks. So my moods been meh but my Emison fanfics will rise!
Anyways enjoy :)

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Maybe I should convince Caleb to move to LA? I like it so much better." Hanna said as she sipped at her coffee, she had been with Emily and Alison for a week, it was nice company mostly for Emily as Alison was a work a good percentage of the day. When both Hanna and Emily had recovered from the blonde's first day in LA they decided to go site seeing and shopping, Alison had organised Duncan to escort them while they were in public mostly for safety but also Alison needed Mason with her as she was travelling a lot more for work, not long trips but enough to make her go straight to bed the moment she got home.

"You love New York." Emily pointed out, her mind elsewhere.

"Yeah I know, but I do like seeing the sky sometimes."

"New York isn't that bad." The brunette chuckled as she took a large gulp of her coffee. "Well, maybe it is, I don't know, I never liked it enough to stay long enough to figure it out. Besides, isn't LA basically New York but on the beach?"

"True. But LA has my best friend."

"Well, I wouldn't move, Alison and I don't know what we're doing after she finishes filming this movie, for all I know we could be moving again. But don't tell anyone that."

"Really? Where would you move?"

"I think Ali would like somewhere quiet." Emily looked around for Duncan, he was walking not too far behind them and he gave her a quick smile before looking around the Mall, she wasn't quite sure why he was necessary but she never questioned Alison – and with Paige still on the loose it wasn't like she really wanted to object anyway.

"What about you? Where would you want to move?" Hanna questioned, oblivious to Emily's distractions.

"Um, I don't know, wherever Alison goes I'm happy." She shrugged, she felt on edge but didn't know why, perhaps it was Duncan's presence, or the fact that she felt like she was being watched. Well – she was always being watched when she was in public but it felt different that day, everything and everyone around her seemed on edge – except Hanna of course – she remained innocently oblivious.

"Aw that's so cute!" Hanna giggled and then threw her coffee cup in the closest bin, they had been walking around aimlessly, there no shops they particularly wanted to go in mostly because people would try and talk to them, Emily sensed that even Hanna was kind of fed up with the constant stares and questions, though the media lately had seemed to back of Alison, which Emily would've found interesting if she wasn't so happy she wasn't the centre of the news for once. "Man, I don't know how you do this whole shopping thing, it's starting to bug me with all the people staring."

"Really? I thought you would be soaking it up."

"I was but after day four I had kind of had enough."

"Don't worry, at least when you first came here the news was nice about you. I think Ali was worried they were going to try and conjure up some sort of affair."

"Pfft, the media wishes I was gay."

"Very funny." Emily rolled her eyes before looking back at Duncan again, he gave her a curious look before taking two extra large steps to catch up to them.

"Is everything alright Emily?" He asked with concern clear in his tone.

"Yes." She said as they continued to walk. "I think I'm just ready to go home, we've had enough shopping and site seeing for today." She looked over at Hanna for a sign that the blonde agreed with her.

"Yeah, I'm ready for some food, do you wanna get something on the way back?"

"It's almost four, can't you wait until dinner?"

"How dare you ask me to wait for food." Hanna said sarcastically before linking her arm in Emily's and pulling her outside into the late LA afternoon, it was slightly windy but not enough to bother either of them.

"I can grab you guys something small? Like some hot chips or something?" Duncan chipped in politely and Hanna looked up at him with grateful eyes.

"That sounds perfect thanks Duncan." After Duncan had escorted them back to the car he said he wouldn't be long and ventured back into the shops in search of some food.

"That guy is a keeper."

"Calm down now, Cece is all over that." Emily softly chuckled before putting her seatbelt on and sitting back in the comfortable leather seats of the Range Rover.

"Hmm, I wonder how she is with sharing." She hummed playfully before also making herself comfortable. "So, are you going to get Alison a ring?" She asked randomly and Emily turned around curiously.

"I was thinking about it and I want her to come with me, I'll never choose the right one, or the right size, I'll just do it all wrong."

"Fair enough, when do you plan to do that?"

"After my job interview I guess, I'm desperately hoping they'll take me. But Bill sent me a good recommendation letter, like… really good."

"I'm glad he did the asshole, especially after firing you for such bullshit reasons, I bet it was a guilt letter."

"Well, whatever the case, after the job interview… I'm hoping."

"When is the interview anyway?"

"Wednesday."

"Damn, I won't be around to tease you and make you nervous." The blonde laughed. "Did you deliberately put it the day after I leave so that couldn't happen?"

"Don't flatter yourself," Emily began with a laugh. "They organised it, I just said yes."

"What did Alison say about it? I mean I know you told her a dinner the first night I was here, but she seemed very, uh, excited, if you know what I mean?" Hanna said as she wriggled her eyebrows.

"No, I don't know what you mean." Emily replied as she lifted one eyebrow up in curiosity.

"Dude come on, she was super hyped and I know her sex-drive is… well… easily influenced."

"Would you stop? How would you even know that?"

"Do you remember the very first time we met her? After you went to the hospital for you busted collar bone?" Hanna started proudly and Emily squinted her eyes as if she was trying to remember that specific day.

"Vaguely, I was very drugged up that day." She said with concern.

"Well, remember when we were in the car and she wanted to take you home with her?" Emily nodded and watched Hanna's smirk grow. "Let's just say you were very talkative."

"Oh my god." Emily groaned with embarrassment while covering her face, she could feel her cheeks burn as they blushed a bright red.

"In any case, I learnt things about Alison DiLaurentis that day. But anyway, my original question was, did you guys celebrate?"

"Hanna-" Emily began but suddenly the unlocking of the car stopped her and Duncan got in the driver's seat being sure to hand Hanna the hot chips before starting the engine.

"Thanks Duncan." She said with an innocent smile, Emily rolled her eyes and looked out the window, she didn't know if she wanted to continue the conversation with Hanna – she decided ignorance was bliss.

-x-

"You… seem… ve-very… dynamic… tonight…" Emily moaned as Alison pushed her down on the bed and attacked the bare skin of the brunette's neck with her lips.

"I'm sure you'll manage." Alison whispered seductively as she continued to suck gently at the brunette's skin. "You looked so sexy tonight." She continued as her hands made their way down Emily's body, being keen to unbutton the brunette's flannelette shirt as she went.

"Babe, I'm wearing jeans and a shirt, it's nothing exciting."

"It's exciting for me, it was making that dinner meeting a very challenging task." She growled hungrily as she pulled Emily to sit up so removing her now unbutton shirt was easier before quickly pushing her down again to continue a trail of kisses. "Besides I've finally got you all to myself again, don't get me wrong I love Hanna but I've desperately been aching for some alone time with you."

"We still had sex… when Hanna… was here." Emily tried to point out confidently.

"Yes, but you had to be quiet, not that I mind but I enjoy loud Emily much more." The blonde said as she traced her hands lightly over Emily's jeans – being quick to unbutton them as well – but not bothering to push the fabric down and instead just slipping her hand straight through.

"Oh… my god… Okay loud I can… do." Emily let her worries go and the logic of the night disappear, though she had never actually thought for a second that Alison had even glimpsed at her during the evening, she seemed way too focused on what Derek was saying – which was obviously reasonable considering the movie was still being shot and it was important to pay attention. Though the topic of the night quickly moved from the movie to their engagement and the arrangements that needed to be made, mostly Emily just smiled and nodded, she didn't really mind as long as Alison was happy.

"I can almost hear you thinking, baby." Alison murmured, sitting up slightly. "Is everything okay?" She said sitting up.

"Yes, sorry. I'm sorry."

"We don't have too…" Alison began cautiously, feeling like she had somehow pushed Emily too far but before she could continue Emily took control and swapped them swiftly so she was hovering above the blonde.

"I want too." She said with a hungry growl and flipped the two of them, taking complete control as she busied her hands with Alison's clothes, she was even quicker to slip her hands behind the blonde's back and undo her bra.

"Oh good." She shuttered quietly as Emily took control. A few moments of kissing and Alison could already feel herself getting excited, she had never felt so complete with her, with Emily above her kissing her neck and chest and a ring on her beautiful finger, she was content and happy. She was ready for Emily to take control, for a little while anyway.

The next morning Alison unwrapped her naked body from Emily's and got ready for work, she knew the brunette had her interview that day so she decided to wake her up and convince her to share a shower together. After Alison kissed her forehead she departed to the ensuit to commence her shower, a moment later the brunette rolled over, got up and followed. The morning passed too quickly and Alison was gone after they shared coffee but it didn't take long for Emily to ready herself for the interview, she had printed off a second copy of her resume for good measure and decided that dressing to impress was something she was kind of excited to do since she hadn't needed to in a long time. She was dressed and ready with an hour to spare but decided to give herself extra time if the traffic was bad, considering the address for the office where the interview was, was almost in centre LA, the drive alone – without traffic – was supposed to take half an hour anyway.

Luckily enough she had arrived at the office early and she was also lucky enough to get a park close to the building, so she decided to find a coffee shop before going inside, mostly just to pass the twenty minutes she had but also to keep her mind at ease and calm. As she walked down the busy streets of LA she noticed that no one was looking at her, for once she was starting to blend in, or at least people were too busy with their own lives to notice her. She would be happy working in the city if it continued to stay this way, that was until she ordered her coffee and the young girl cashier stared at her for a little too long. After she grabbed her coffee from the barista she made her way back to the office, she looked up at the tall building, it was larger than she had originally expected but the bright glass windows somehow sparked some confidence in her. As she leant against the Ferrari Alison had insisted her on taking she looked back down at normal eye level and noticed a few people staring at the car, which was fair enough considering its brand. Unlocking it she opened the door to take out her resume and replaced it with her now empty coffee cup, she would deal with it later. As she stood up and shut the door her eyes caught the quickest glimpse of brown hair which reminded her of Paige from across the street, she looked back only to see a crowd of people. She deemed it as her mind was playing tricks on her and turned to make her way into the building.

The interview had gone well, better than she had originally expected – though she didn't want to be over confident with the result and assume that it was a complete success so she decided to drive home in hopeful optimism before calling Alison in an attempt to calm herself down since her nerves were still at an all time high. The drive was longer than the early morning now, but she felt giddy and nothing seemed to bother her – even the five-odd people that had pulled in front of her on the trip didn't seem to phase her. By the time she had gotten home she sighed with relief and was proud that she had indeed calmed down – slightly. As she turned off the car and got out she was mildly surprised that Av hadn't immediately welcomed her home, she however was too excited to linger on the thought for long and assumed the computer was updating – Alison had said this would happen from time to time. Walking through the garage and into the house she was quick to pull out her phone out and ready to dial Alison's number, though she was just as quick to pause and look up when she felt something was off. She looked down at the kitchen island where she was sure she had left an empty cup of coffee in her rush to be a little early for the interview – now it wasn't there but instead in the sink – Alison had left for work before her so she knew the blonde couldn't have moved it. She hummed to herself for a moment, perhaps she had just put it there without thinking, her mind was elsewhere considering the situation and how nervous she was. She shrugged and placed her bag and phone on the bench, deciding to clean the mug before giving Alison a call, her nerves were still on a high after the interview and the cleaning was somehow a way of calming her further.

"Hello Emily." The voice came from behind her, totally surprising her and causing her to drop the mug back into the sink, shattering it. Turning around with her hand against her chest as she tried to breath she was not at all happy to see the intruder.

"Paige?" She swallowed, though through some sort of mystery she didn't sound scared.

"You seem surprised."

"A little…" The brunette began slowly, the shock of Paige being less than six feet away from her still sinking in. "But… then again your stupidity never ceases to amaze me."

"A little bold after your interview, are we?"

"How did you know I had-"

"You know, before we start this conversation I'm going to get you to take off your watch." She interrupted casually.
"What?" Emily pretended to be vague but she knew the moment she looked Paige in the eyes that the brunette already knew a lot more than she should.

"Take the watch off." She commanded slower this time with a hint of condescension which would've bothered Emily if she didn't feel so threatened. Though she had a feeling now that Paige was probably the reason why Av wasn't responding and there was really no point in trying to get in contact with the computer via the watch. She sighed and took it off, just to come off as obedient and hope that Alison was suspicious about the fact that she hadn't called yet. The thought sprung to her mind and presented her with the idea of trying to use her phone, instinctively reaching for her pocket she was disappointed to remember that it was still with her bag which Paige had taken along with her watch.

"What do you want Paige?" She questioned, fear sinking in as she realised how different Paige looked after some time on the run from the law, her clothes were torn and her face was pale accompanied by a few scratches and bruises that still looked fresh.

"I think it's time we had a little chat."

"Well I don't, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to be near you." Emily tried to make some distance between them but Paige only followed her by closing the gap slightly with two large steps.

"I thought you might say that, so I bought something that might help me persuade you." Paige said with a devilish smile and Emily felt her shoulders drop when her eyes fell onto the gun that the brunette had pulled from her back pocket. "Not so confident now, are we?" She chuckled evilly.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Emily said hopelessly, she was over Paige destroying her happiness, she was over Paige still involving herself in her life, she just wanted to move on and be happy with Alison.

"Don't you understand Emily? We're meant to be together, why can't you see that?"

"Because you're a pyscho Paige!" Emily exclaimed in frustration while throwing her hands in the air dramatically. She knew she probably shouldn't have been so confident with her words but her logic was, if Paige had a gun and really wanted to hurt her, why hadn't she already?

"Show me your hand." The brunette said quietly as she twitched her head to the side in curiosity when she noticed a sparkle. Emily paused before swallowing and stepping backwards, however Paige grew impatient and raised the gun to her, sighing Emily dropped her shoulders again as the brunette moved towards her and grabbed her left hand. "Well look at that rock." She almost laughed before throwing Emily's hand away. "I didn't hear about that on the news."

"We haven't told many people yet, that's why." Emily said shyly as she looked down at her hand, playing with the ring mindlessly in hopes it would comfort her.

"I see." Paige hummed as she played with the gun, her lip twitching as she tried to think of what to do next. "Well, that changes a few things."

"What could it possibly change Paige?" She scoffed while rolling her eyes – her newly found confidence being her enemy as Paige finally glared back at her.

"Sit down." She commanded softly but when Emily didn't move she merely pointed the gun towards here in anger. "Sit down!" She yelled this time and Emily sighed before doing as she was told by sitting on the closest bar stool. "Thank you." The brunette mumbled as she turned away from Emily.

Emily could feel her heart beat change, she was suddenly feeling sick and uneasy, Paige had never been one to have control of her emotions when things got out of hand or too stressful – not that Emily wasn't exactly used to that since they had dated since high school which meant that in that time she had seen a fair amount of Paige and how she developed as a person.

"Paige…" She began calmly, hoping that the brunette wouldn't fly off the handle straight away. "What do you want?"

"I want us to be together again, Em. I want you back." Paige almost pleaded as she turned back to Emily.

"Why bring a gun then? How would that possible help us in getting back toget-" As Emily spoke her mind clicked and turned together, as her words faded away in realization she tensed her back subconsciously before trying to move away.

"Don't move." Paige commanded in a shaky voice and Emily swallowed deeply because she knew the moment the brunette's voice faulted meant that she was getting overwhelmed and close to losing control.

"You weren't waiting for me…" Emily stated quietly while she stood, no longer afraid of what Paige was going to do to her as her instinct to protect took over her.

"Sit down Emily." Paige began stepping backwards but still pointed the gun towards Emily's chest, however it didn't seem to scare her.

"You won't hurt her." She almost growled as she moved closer to Paige but within seconds the brunette had maneuvered and struck her across the face with the barrel of the gun causing her to lose balance, in a combination of pain and shock, and fall to the ground. Paige was even quicker to jump on her, using her legs as strong guards holding Emily securely to the ground but her arms were still free which she thought would give her a chance to stop Paige but the brunette merely pointed the gun at her head.

"Don't think I won't." She shuttered, her voice cracking with lack of confidence but Emily didn't want to call it a bluff, she didn't want to push Paige any further. She had tried to stop her once and she knew that she had lost that chance, she knew she only had one chance and she had blown it which cause a tear to well in the corner of her eye. Now she had no idea how Paige was going to act and it was causing panic to bubble in her stomach uncontrollably.

"Fine." She felt her lips move without command from her brain and she would've covered her mouth if she wasn't so terrified to move. "Do it." She whispered before swallowing, again.

"What?" Paige asked in surprise and Emily saw her swallow, it was then she noticed the brunette was nervous – not good for someone who loses control easily.

"Do it." She repeated, calling Paige's bluff when less than a minute ago she was telling her mind she shouldn't do exactly that. Paige twitched slightly before pressing the gun against her forehead only to pull it away after a few moments.

"Get up." She said and quickly got off Emily being sure to keep the gun pointed at her at all times. Doing as she was told Emily stood while placing her hands in the air, giving Paige a clear sign that she was no longer a threat. "Walk over there." Paige pointed the gun quickly towards the living room and Emily looked before slowly turning and heading towards where the brunette had instructed. As she stopped in front of the black leather lounge she went to turn but she suddenly felt a hard hit from behind and everything went black.

-x-

"Good take today Alison, everything is on track." Derek said as he walked into Alison's dressing room after knocking, surprisingly.

"Excellent." She said with a smile while taking the last of her make-up off.

"They don't need you on set until Tuesday next week, I organised some rescheduling, mostly because they need to work on Alyssa's scenes but also because they've been working you too much. Which kind of pisses me off considering I had asked them not to do that."

"Wait, so I get the weekend off?" She didn't bother to conceal the excitement, especially since she really hadn't had more than a day off work since her and Emily had moved.

"Yep, I thought you could do with some time off, I know it's only three days but better than nothing, right?"

"Absolutely, thank you Derek."

"I'll get Mason and Duncan to leave you and Emily alone, I'm sure you guys would appreciate that."

"Yes, well Mason is mostly with his family now anyway, I only ever need him for emergencies, Duncan is doing great but a weekend with Emily and I does sound delightful."

"Consider it done, I will call you on Monday to organise times for Tuesday but they said nine o'clock start."

"Wonderful, thanks Derek. I'll talk to you then." Alison waved Derek goodbye before quickly looking around her dressing table for her phone, there were no missed calls from Emily which she found surprisingly but she was almost glad at the same time, she had been busy all day she hadn't even had time to call her fiancé about her interview.

Duncan was waiting outside her dressing room when she finally got undressed, she had decided not to call Emily and hold out on talking to the brunette until she got home. She could wait a little longer, right? She said goodbye to the cast and crew she passed on the way to the car but was quick to get in and put her seatbelt on.

"Ready to get home?" Duncan chuckled as her turned on the car.

"Very ready, no offence but it will be good to have the weekend away from everyone."

"None taken, I get it. Shall I make hast then?"

"Absolutely." Alison laughed and Duncan speedily but safely got her home through the LA traffic within twenty minutes.

"You know the drill, call us if you need us. Enjoy your weekend." Duncan smiled as he turned around the face Alison who was already half way out the car.

"Thanks Duncan, enjoy your weekend too."

"Do you want me to walk you in? It's pretty dark now."

"It's okay, the doors just there, I'll be fine, see you Tuesday." She shut the door after Duncan said goodbye and pulled out her phone to get a source of light. The front light didn't automatically switch on which she would've found weird if she hadn't assumed Emily was still out, which though it disappointed her seemed to be the only explanation.

"Em!" She called after she unlocked the door and made her way inside the dark house, the only light was the one at the end of the hallway in the living room. "I'm home." She turned on the closest light switch and switched off the torch on the phone while making her way down the hall.

"Hey Av, is Em home?" She asked casually but when there was no answer her curiosity peeked, along with her paranoia. Walking down the hallway she heard a softened muffle which caused her to pause but when the sound disappeared she continued, thinking she was hearing things.

"Em? Babe?" She called, though she felt stupid for doing it, mostly because you could hear someone calling from the front door anywhere in the house, if Emily didn't reply she probably wasn't home, which was still weird considering the brunette didn't mention she had any other plans that day. Assuming Emily had indeed gone out Alison made her way into the kitchen to grab herself a glass of wine before calling the brunette. Before making it close to the kitchen Alison heard another muffled sound but this time it was followed by the sound of the living room coffee table moving slightly. "Em? Are you there?" She called, again feeling stupid because in every horror movie she'd ever seen that was obviously the worst thing you could do – and yet she was doing it. She walked slowly towards the living, thinking maybe perhaps Emily was playing some kind of joke, as she switched on the light she was half expecting the brunette to jump out and scare her but when the bright yellow light filled the room she was instead scared by the vision of Emily sitting on the lounge with a cut above her eye that was bleeding, her hands were tied up in front of her chest with duct tape and her legs were also secured together, even her mouth had tape covering it.

"Em?!" She asked in surprise but the brunette looked confused, that was until she fully opened her eyes and looked up at her. She looked as though she had just been sleeping or had just awoken from passing out, needless to say she didn't look well. Running to her side Alison tried to take off the tape without hurting the confused brunette, who began muffling the moment Alison was at her side.

"It's okay, I'm here." She said soothingly. "I'm just going to take this off, okay?" Emily continued to muffle but her eyes showed complete terror, that was until Alison ripped off the tape which she initially thought would make the brunette swear.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked as she threw away the tape.

"Ali, you have to get out of here." Emily said hysterically. Her face was sweaty and her eyes were red from crying but instead of hearing her pleas Alison instinctively went to investigate the cut above her eye.

"What are you talking about?" She questioned when Emily jolted away.

"Don't ask questions, just go."

"Em, seriously, what's going on?" Before Emily could answer Alison heard the distinct clicking of a gun's safety being switch off which would've made her flinch if she wasn't on edge and ready for weird sounds to fill her sense.

"Hello Alison." Alison recognised the voice instantly but she didn't move, she merely looked up at Emily whose eyes were obviously stuck on Paige. Standing up and turning around she was not surprised to see the gun she had heard pointing directly at her chest and indeed Paige the one holding it.

"Miss McCullers, a pleasure as always to see you." Alison didn't really know if sarcasm was really a smart idea at that moment but she figured since Emily wasn't overly hurt and she wasn't dead yet there must have been a reason.

"Are you really being sarcastic with me right now?" Paige gushed with fake surprise, it was obvious the brunette expected nothing less. "You're a piece of work." She continued before pushing the blonde onto the lounge beside Emily.

"Paige, I swear if you lay another hand on her I'll-"

"You'll what, Em? Hmm?" Paige interrupted before pointing the gun at the brunette who immediately closed her mouth, Alison had never seen her so scared which she could obviously understandable but as the brunette trembled she realised how much power Paige had over her.

"You've got our attention Paige, what do you want?"

"You know what? Let's set some ground rules. You, don't talk to me unless I ask you to speak, got it?" Alison went to challenge the brunette but the moment her mouth opened Paige pointed the gun at Emily, effectively silencing her. "Excellent, you catch on quickly." She lowered the gun before smirking and quickly striking Alison over her head with the base of the gun, successfully knocking her out. As Alison's body fell to the ground more tears welled in Emily's eyes and slipped down her cheeks.

"Did I hit a nerve, Em?" Paige chuckled as she crouched down in front of the crying brunette and pressed the gun against her bruised cheek, she tried struggling against the tape around her wrists but it was no use.

"Screw you Paige, you weren't supposed to hurt her."

"No Emily, you conducted that illusion in your head." She stood up again and walked over to the unconscious blonde on the floor and bent down to touch her face.

"Don't touch her!" Emily screamed defensively but Paige merely looked up at her with another smirk and reached into her back pocket, pulling out a small clear bottle and a cloth from her other pocket. Opening it and wetting the cloth with whatever was inside Paige moved towards her, before she could struggle anymore the brunette held her neck tightly with a smile.

"It'll all be clearer when you wake up." Her smile thinned as she covered Emily's mouth with the wet cloth and pinched her nose so the only choice the brunette had was to inhale the chemical that stained the fabric – instantly her head was spinning and her coconsciousness grew less and less focused until she completely blacked out.

-x-

"Come on, wake up. I didn't even hit you that hard." Alison heard Paige faintly say, her eyes were shut and her head was aching but the moment her thoughts became collected she shot her eyes open so fast they didn't even have time to adjust which caused them to close again. "Ah, wonderful. I was beginning to think I had hit you too hard."

Alison didn't respond but instead looked around the take in her surroundings, though the room was mostly dark she could make out her study desk to the side, as she looked down she recognised the comfort of her desk chair – though her wrists were tapped to the leather arms and her feet were somehow bound she still considered it luxurious.

"Where's Emily?" She asked softly, her voice hurt but she wasn't sure why and it wasn't as though she was going to get any genuine answer out of Paige.

"Wow I did hit you hard." Paige chuckled lightly as she strolled around the room in the dark, shadows covered half her face as she placed her hands freely behind her back, Alison saw no signs of a weapon – though she didn't know if that was comforting thought or not. "Maybe a little more light would help." Paige continued as Alison looked around desperately for clues, the shutters were closed so she had no way of knowing how long she had been knocked out, that was until Paige turned the lights on and light up the room, including her clock on the wall. It was almost eight which meant she had only been knocked out for a couple of hours, she was somewhat hoping Mason or Duncan would randomly try and call to check on them but she knew that would be unlikely since Derek had asked them to give her space for the weekend.

"Fuck." She whispered to herself though Paige had clearly heard her.

"What was that? Realising how easy it was for me to get you alone without people knowing. Some security team you have. Anyway, enough about them, you were asking about Emily right?" She walked to the right-hand side of the room and opened the in-built closet, it was mostly empty except for the fact that Emily was hanging by her hands on something she couldn't see, it was high and something that neither she nor Emily would have kept in there so it must have been one of Paige's inventions – something like a metal bar with Emily's hands tied in rope around it. Emily was quick to look up from the ground when the door opened, she was also quick to flinch in response which made Alison mad and realise a lot could happen in a few hours. Emily's bruised cheek had worsened and a small cut now joined it, the blonde's hands clenched defensively as Paige moved closer to her fiancé.

"Leave her alone." Alison said through gritted teeth.

"You know what's so fun about holding the gun, Alison?" Paige said as she pulled it from her jacket pocket. "I'm the one in charge. Remember what I said, about speaking only when told too?" She reached into the closet and pushed the bar upwards, some effort was required considering Emily wasn't a small child but Paige was definitely strong enough.

"I know neither of you are stupid, but I'll explain this to you anyway. Now, I know Emily is athletically great, trust me," She said with a smirk as she attempted to stroke the brunette's cheek before she moved away. "But even you can't stand up forever." She continued bitterly before walking away and back towards Alison, placing the gun back in her jacket pocket. "So, let's play a game, shall we? The rules are simple, you do what I say and va-la you win."

"Em, are you okay?" Alison couldn't help the question fall from her lips, Emily looked even worse than earlier, she was pale and sweating, and though the blonde knew this could just be because the brunette was freaking out it didn't stop her instinctive protection mode quick in. Before Emily could speak however Paige was in front of Alison in a few short steps.

"You are unbelievable, how hard is it to not talk? I'm not asking you to do rocket science. But thank you, you've kicked started the game, now I can demonstrate what happens when you don't follow to rules." She pulled the gun back out of her pocket causing Alison to flinch in anticipation, however Paige straightened up and walked towards Emily. "Sorry Em." She said genuinely before quickly striking Emily in the shoulder with the gun. "I don't want to hurt you baby, but it's for us." She whispered as the brunette buckled and screamed as the combination of blow to her shoulder and the pain of the tight rope around her wrist searing her skin as the weight of her body fell on her recovering shoulder.

"Stop it! Don't hurt her!" Alison cried desperately from the corner of the room, Paige sighed in frustrating at being interrupted before moving away from the puffing Emily.

"Do you understand now?" Paige said with condescension laced in her voice and Alison, who was too afraid to speak, nodded in fear which seemed to please the brunette because she smirked and walked back towards Emily. "Good. I'll be back in a bit. Stay here, okay? Don't go anywhere but feel free talk if you wish, for now." She laughed before leaving the study, slamming the door behind her.

"Baby, are you okay?" Alison asked the moment Paige was out of sight.

"My shoulder… it hurts." Emily said, still puffing, still holding back tears and it made Alison want to leap out of the chair she was secured to and run to her side.

"It's okay, you're okay." The blonde tried to hide the panic in her voice but even she couldn't act that well. "Why isn't Av activated? What happened?"

"I don't know, I got home from the interview and she was already here and Av wasn't working."

"Fuck." Alison whispered to herself but Emily clearly heard.

"Won't Mason check up on us? Like won't he call or something to check on us?" Emily sounded overly hopeful but Alison knew that, though Mason was good at his job wasn't a mind reader and since Derek had told him to not call them over the weekend, but she didn't have the heart to tell Emily that.

"Yeah baby, I'm sure he will. We're going to be okay."

I hope you guys enjoyed, NOW, just a quick fill in. I DO NOT hate Paige or the Paily fandom, I can actually appreciate Paige as a character and Lindsey Shaw as an actress because she's had to put up with some shit from fans. Which is so not cool and I don't agree with it. I love Emison, but I don't condone people giving shit to Paily, especially since it sucks when we get shit. Understood? So just to clarify Paige's character in this story is portrayed like so for story progression ONLY and not out of some petty fan war, cool? Sorry (not really) if my lack of hate for Paige disappoints some of you. Just because I don't ship them doesn't automatically mean I have to hate her – that is unless she's A.D of course xD but seriously.
Also on a positive note! I just made 500 reviews for this story and I actually feel amazing! So thank you soooooo much for the support! And one final note, I have been writing some small… one shots I guess? And am thinking about uploading them, would you guys read it?
Thanks for reading please leave a review if you have time :)