"So how do we plan to handle this?" Aria spoke up first and then we all looked to Spencer.

The girls and I were seated in my room with enough space between to the triple the occupancy. We had just came back from visiting Ali at Welby – more like accounting for her. With Rollins out of the way, we had to get Alison out of the hospital. She told us that he admitted to drugging her and tricking her, with the help of her aunt, to believe that she was going completely insane. I must admit that I felt slightly guilty – I always do when it comes to protecting Ali and I couldn't.

"Well I'm little concerned that if we act to soon, the police might think it suspicious regardless that a patient's doctor/husband goes missing and then all of a sudden she gets to go free. Ali is the beneficiary of Rollin's disappearance. No matter what we do, she will become the lead suspect."

"So what are you saying… we can't get her out of there?" I stood and began my ritual pacing up and down.

"Calm down Em…" Aria said.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" I raised my voice causing an awkward silence to fill the room. I released a sharp huff of air and slumped into the loveseat. "I'm sorry… guys, I just…"

"We know," Hanna reached over and placed her palm on my knee that was now bouncing in anxiety.

"No… I let her go in there… I handed her over to him…"

"Emily, you had no way of knowing that Ali's husband would turn out to be one of those fatal attraction spouses from LMN… and you handle it… better than any of us could," she replied.

I sighed and placed my head in my hands.

"You guys have no idea…"

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked and sat on the arm of my chair.

I raised wet brown eyes towards her and then looked at the others.

"I… I love Alison… and I'm not talking about the normal kind of love – it's the kind that makes you run through the rain just to see her smile or burn the toast because you're just so wrapped up in how magnificently beautiful she is . From the moment I saw her all those years back, I loved her - her eyes, those big, dopy blues, her mischievous smile and the little dimple that makes its way to her cheek. Every inch of her, I fell for. You guys may have never gotten the chance to really see her the way I do, the innocent and wonderful side of her but that was all I could see. She is the only thing that I can ever be absolutely sure about where my feelings go. And… I would go to the ends of the earth for her. You have to understand that I wouldn't be me if anything happens to her. She's the biggest and the best part of me. I have never once felt this way for anyone else, not even a fraction of it... I don't know… Is any of it making sense?"

They were all looking at me with doe eyes and ridiculous grins plastered on their faces. I couldn't help but smile back. I felt freeing to express my feelings for Alison to them. You know the feeling you get when you brag about your crush to your friends when you're like fifteen.

"Oh my God Emily," Aria clutched her heart and exhaled deeply happy.

"You sound like you're ready to marry the girl," Hanna joked.

"I am…" I quickly retorted and I part of me wanted to jump on the couch like Tom Cruise and scream my beautiful blonde's name.

"That's really touching Em but in order for you to marry Ali, we've gotta get her out of Welby first," Spencer said as she gave me a side hug.

We spent the rest of the evening discussing what we would have to do to get Ali released and immediately put the plan into effect. By a crook or a hook, I was getting my blonde out of there. I didn't want to waste any more time. If I had to burn that place to the ground I would.

Spencer had a talk with a lawyer at the Hasting's firm. He agreed to pressure the board to give all patients a random psych-evaluation and we were all hoping that Alison's own would render her psychologically capable of being released to live on her own.

The evaluation process took maybe a couple of weeks and every time I would visit Ali, she grew more and more impatient. I could see the disappointment in her eyes and I felt the anger in the sex. I was bartending at the Radley when Spencer got the call from the lawyer she hired. Somehow he was able to find out that Alison did pass her evaluation but the doctors were hesitant to release her. They found evidence of depression and extreme guilt and she also tested positive for hormone imbalances that probably causes her mood swings. After the hospital ran labs on her blood sample, they were able to source the chemicals that Rollins had illegally inserted into Alison.

If Ali was to be released, she would have to be in the care of a trusted family member. We all pleaded for it to be me but opted for Jason when they insisted that it be a blood relative. However, given Jason's past abuse of drugs, he was ineligible to be Alison's caregiver. The only other person available was Mary and Alison could care less, she just wanted to get out of there. The situation caused a delay in her being released but eventually they did. She was given medication to aid in the cleansing of the toxic drugs that were still residing in her system.

"Are you sure about this Ali?" I asked placing my hand on the lower part of her back. She blushed and nodded her head.

One second later, Mary came around the corner with her wagon. That lady was creepy as hell. She reminded me of those witches like Maleficent or something. Her dead eyes raked over us as Alison hugged me before getting into the car. I stood with an achy smile stitched across my face and Ali returned the same. I reared as she and her aunt drove off then I got into my car and headed back to the hotel.

The girls were waiting anxiously at the door as if I had just came back from prom or something. Aria was missing though, I think she went to visit Ezra. I was so relieved that things were finally at a flat line and we could all enjoy the normal things in life for a while. I only say for a while because the drama never really ever leaves Rosewood. I'm sure the girls were anxious to leave but I… I think I found several reasons to stay.

After having quite a few drinks, I went staggering back to my room. I threw myself on the couch and maybe three seconds later, my phone notified me of a text message. I growled in annoyance but when I saw who texted me, I sat up spritely and felt the tugging of my cheeks up into a big grin.

A: Hey you
E: Hi Gorgeous. I miss you so so so much
A: ughh you know how much I wish you were here. Mary has been bothering me non-stop.
E: Lol really? Well I guess it's better than Welby right :p.
A: I hate when you're right babe
E: Oh, you love it
A: You know what else I love ;)
E: I can probably guess a few things
E: Hello?
E: Ali
A: Sorry, my babysitter came into my room… But I would love to hear about those few things 3
E: How about I show you

I rushed to the closet for my jacket and some sexy lingerie and sped over to Alison's house. I parked a few houses down and snuck around to the back of the Dilaurentis house to the side where Ali's bedroom window was. Her lights were off and I guess I could've texted her but I thought it would be more romantic if I tossed a few pebbles and surprised her.

Clink! Clink!

I looked up and watched as her small arms pushed the window up and a mass of golden curls hung over the edge. Second, I noticed the pretty blue orbs and then that corrosive smile followed. My heart fluttered and the butterflies welled up in my stomach like old times. It was straight out of a Shakespeare play so I played along.

"What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon…"

To me it sounded romantic as hell and I wanted to pat myself on the back for my memory of those lines we had to debunk in literature class. But to Alison, it sound like a croaky and loud shrieking of those iconic lines which I butchered. I was hammered but she grinned anyways at me as I continued drunkenly spewing nonsense at her window sill.

"Shhhh! Emily. Come up," she whispered and sniggered in between her words.

"She speaks:

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head

As is a winged messenger of heaven…"

I recited the lines as I climbed up the trellis to my blonde's window. She outstretched vanilla arms and received me sweetly. I clambered into her room and she 'shh' me again for fear of causing her aunt to come check on her. I was breathing heavily with her arms still supporting me. We were both stifling our laughter at my antics. Ali looked at me lovingly and kissed my forehead before pulling me into a hug.

"What is wrong with you Emily Fields?" she giggled.

"Nothing's wrong," I took her lips.

"Mmmm," she hummed and kissed me again, "are you drunk Ms Fields?"

"Maybe a little," I blushed and her eyes were fixed on mine. I was mesmerized by the twinkling within them. She was such an amazing sight to see; alluring Alison. I don't think there's a girl more beautiful than her. "I have a surprise for you."

"You mean apart from this?" she gestured at my presence jokingly.

"Lock the door," I commanded softly and she smirked slightly confused but intrigued at my request.

I started undressing and soon was down to the sexy lingerie I wore just for her. I watched as the playful grin faded from her face and was replaced by a dumbfounded look of sheer covetousness.

"You asked me to show you the things that I think you like," I purred and I let my arms rub against my toned stomach. Her peach lips fell open and I could feel how badly she wanted me. It was exhilarating.

"And that's why you're here?" she whispered; barely able to speak.

"I don't like to disappoint," I retorted and she bit her thick, moist lips putting me into the same horny boat she was in. I know she does it involuntarily but she knows what it does to me when she bites her lip.

She stood a good few feet away from me and looked almost paralyzed by the site of me which turned me on so much more.

"Does Ali wanna touch?" I teased her seductively and she nodded her head like a school kid being offered candy. She closed the space between us and we went at it hard like we usually do. Only this time, we had to be quiet which made it oh so much hotter.

Alison couldn't wait to undress me. She unwrapped me like a present; hardly caring at all for the wrapping paper. I gasped as I heard the strings bursting from her forcefulness. She was so sexy when she got aggressive with me.

"Emily," she stopped abruptly while straddling my bare body.

"Huh," I muttered reflexively as she snuffed me from my erotic ecstasy.

"Em, I am so in love with you," she said and her demeanour became serious. It kind of scared me shitless.

"Aha Ali," I squirmed beneath her, "I know you do." I furrowed brows and squinted so that I wouldn't miss a thing of what her agenda was.

"I don't think you really understand…" she looked at her hands that were clasped on top of my stomach.

"Ali is everything ok?" I shifted and she climbed off of me. We were both, now, naked in bed, facing each other. I leaned on my elbow for support and watched on as she gathered the courage to say why she interrupted sexy time.

"I need you to know how much I love you," she looked at me gingerly, beckoning for understanding and I swore I gave it to her but she looked discontented.

Alison jumped up off the bed and headed over to her closet. I must admit that I admired her delicious curves as she sauntered across the room. I had absolutely no idea what she was looking for.

"Ali what are you doing," I laughed uncomfortably when I felt that she had been digging in that old closet forever. She stood up and hid something behind he back. Immediately I sat up and walked over to her.

She had traces of tears running down her alabaster face and I wiped them away with the pads of my thumbs. I searched her eyes for what the problem could be but I had absolutely no idea as to what could have onset this reaction. I mean, I thought we were having a pretty great time before. We're all free of 'A', she's out of the hospital, we're together, there doesn't seem to be a problem in sight. Yet, my little blonde looked so distressed, nervous even.

"Is there something you wanna tell me Alison?" I pleaded her response with focused eyes.

"More like something I have to ask you," she took a step back from me and wiped her eyes with one hand.

My heart was racing but I tried to keep my poise and hoped that whatever came out of her mouth next, I'd be able to handle. She had that familiar look in her eyes, the one she got when she's about to say something that would change everything. And what she had to say to me that night, completely threw everything into an entirely new perspective.

Alison stooped down on both knees and faced her bright shimmering cobalt discs towards my concerned brown ones. Oh dear God please let it be quick and painless. I stood almost towering over the blonde.

"Ali?"

"Em, just let me talk okay," she ran a hand through her messy curls and continued, "You mean the absolute world to me and nothing else matters quite as much as you. I've tried for years to stop loving you; to hide my feelings and run as far away from the truth as I can because that's what I do. It doesn't matter how far I run, all roads lead back to you Em. When I looked at you, it didn't matter what kind of trouble we all were in, I felt completely safe; just in those chocolate eyes," she smiled giddily and I was blushing uncontrollably. "You give me a reason and that's all anyone could ever hope for in this life. I don't wanna run anymore," she said and then pulled the box from behind her back. It was a tiny, wooden, ivory box with a golden latch that rested comfortably between her palms. She opened it, never once taking her eyes off of me while I gaped in awe at what was happening. In it there was a satin pillow with pearl and ribbon inside that cushioned a spectacular, antique diamond ring.

"Ali…" I whispered.

"It's my grandmother's. She gave it to me before died. She said that it was worth a hell of a lot and that it had been passed down for generations among the men and their wives in our family. Obviously, she couldn't give it to Jason and she told me that there was no one else she would rather have wear it than me. The ring signifies strength and courage and all that good stuff but the person to wear it must have a wonderful heart. I thought she was bat crazy at the time to give it to me but… I wanna think that she knew it would end up with you somehow. I told her about you… I could never stop gushing about how amazingly sweet and soft hearted you were. My grandmother was the only person I ever shared my feelings about you to. I think she wanted you to have this Em," her eyes were filled with tears but they never fell; they only made her blue orbs glisten.

"I – I don't know what to say…" I stammered completely blown away.

She giggled, "I haven't asked you anything yet… But… I want to… Emily Catherine Fields…"

"Oh my God," I whispered.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. No more games, no more running, no more lies. If you would have me, I would love more than anything to marry you… So what do you say?"

…

…

…

I was completely speechless and she motioned me with her eyebrows to answer. As I parted my lips to say the word, there was a loud explosion outside that rocked the entire neighbourhood. Ali dropped the ring and we both threw on some robes and bolted down the stairs to see what was going on.

My house was blown to bits and the high flames illuminated the other houses in the street. People flooded the streets gawking at the magnificent sight. There was a reddish-gold glow that shimmered across everyone's face and I was mortified. I slumped down in tears and Ali covered me with her arms. Thank God my mother was out of town because there was no way she'd survive that blast. By the time the fire truck arrived, my entire house was reduced to charcoal and scrap metal. I sat aimlessly in the street and my blonde stuck beside me.

The others arrived soon after and was as speechless as everyone else. This was a heck of a coincidence and my first thought was that this had to have been 'A'. It was either that or God sending a hell of a sign not to marry Alison.