Wow, thank you so much, I loved getting all your reviews on the last part.

Sooo, just to drag the cliffhanger out even further, we've got this part next. This one's a bit different so hope it's okay. Remember back in chapter 4 when A.D. tried to force Hanna & Caleb to sleep together and they put on a performance to show the cameras their injuries instead..?

12.

7 days ago.

"His phone's off," Spencer says. It's Emily's phone she slams her own phone down on the table as Caleb stole hers, so she can't really blame her friend for shooting her with a glare.

"What about that tracking thing?" Aria suggests.

"Yeah, great idea. Except the only one of us who knows how to do that is Caleb and he's the one that needs tracking down!"

There's a silence.

Emily slides her phone back off the table and into her pocket. "Perhaps you need a coffee?"

"No, what I need is to find my boyfriend!" she snaps. "And Hanna."

That came out wrong. She knew that even without catching a glimpse of the look her friends exchanged.

"I- yeah. I will have a coffee," she says. "Please."

Emily scuttles off to the kitchen before she can be shouted at again.

"So do you think they're together?" Aria asks.

"What?"

"Perhaps Caleb's found her. That's what he was doing with Ali's jacket, right, trying to get A.D. to let her go?"

"Oh right, yeah," she says. She needs to get a grip. Hanna and Caleb are both missing and all she's thinking about is the amount of intense looks and incidental touches that she's witnessed over the last few days. "I don't know. Maybe. Or- or maybe he crashed his car on the way there."

"You can't think like that," Aria says. "This is Caleb. There's always a good explanation."

"Yeah," Emily rejoins them, handing her a mug of coffee and placing the other two down on the table. "Remember the last time you thought he'd vanished and he was actually planning some super romantic surprise?"

Spencer takes a big gulp of the coffee to avoid having to make the awkward reply. The liquid burns her throat but still feels kind of nice.

"Er, Em, I think that was Hanna," Aria says.

"Oh. Right. Shit, sorry."

With a loud sigh, Spencer slams her mug down on the table. "You think it's wrong, don't you? Caleb and I."

She doesn't miss the look that passes between the two of them.

"Not wrong…" Aria begins. "Just…"

"Unexpected," Emily supplies.

"Weird."

"Yeah, it is! It's weird and it's unexpected," she says, "but that doesn't make us any less valid, okay? We've spent a lot of time together and I- I really like him." She looks down, hoping they don't see the blush creeping onto her cheeks, revealing it's more than just liking him. "You know, I think I should call him again." She looks expectantly between them for one of them to hand over their phone.

"I'll try him for you," Aria says, no doubt not wanting her phone to receive the same treatment as Emily's.

Spencer waits, leg bouncing in impatience as she waits for her friend's verdict.

"Voicemail. Sorry."

She groans. Anyone else, she'd assume their battery had died but the Caleb she knows, reliant on his phone, always has a portable charger somewhere on his person.

"Something isn't right," she says.

"What are you thinking?"

"I don't know, what if-" she rubs at her forehead. "what if whoever has Hanna, has got him too?"

There's a long pause where they all mull it over.

"If A.D. has got Caleb too, they're not going to stay silent about it for long."

6 days ago

It's late but she's at her desk, frantically researching abandoned buildings in Pennsylvania. It has been a long day. She'd been waiting outside the shop before it opened, desperate to buy a new phone, and then bombarded the sales person with questions on each model, wishing Caleb was there to translate the jargon for her. And then, stopping only for a takeout coffee, she'd driven to Emily's and persuaded her friend to join her on a drive to The Lost Woods Resort. They'd done a thorough hunt of anything that might point them in the direction of Hanna, and – if her theory is correct – Caleb, but found nothing either in the room or the surrounding grounds. She'd tried and failed to hack into both hers and Caleb's phones for location or any messages. And she'd spent more time than is healthy researching kidnapping techniques for reasons which she hopes she never needs to explain.

When the ping of a message arrives, she forgets completely that Caleb won't have her new number, and snatches the phone off her table so hurriedly she knocks over a discarded coffee cup. But it's not his name on the screen. It's not Hanna's either.

I hope you haven't packed away your textbooks just yet. History is repeating in more ways than one – A.D.

As she sees a video appear beneath the text, a knot forms in the pit of her stomach. She clicks on the video and it starts to play. It shows two people in bed together. She recognises them immediately. As she sees Caleb lean over to kiss Hanna, her heart contracts in pain, but she can't look away, frozen in horror as she watches him climb on top of her.

She doesn't realise she's crying until her vision blurs. She blinks. As a tear trickles down her cheek, the couple on the screen roll over so she's on top and then Hanna begins to remove her top.

Spencer throws the phone across the room.

She's been so stupid worrying over them when they've clearly ran away together to hook up.

5 days ago

It's 5am. She's lying awake in bed. She has been for the past few hours. That video plays on loop in her mind, Hanna and Caleb, Caleb and Hanna. It's not like she hadn't considered the possibility. She knew how much they meant to each other and how devastated they'd both been by their break up. There had been that hysterical phone call she'd received from Hanna and that time she'd walked in on Caleb, just a few months later in Madrid, tearfully scrolling through flights back to New York.

But a lot had changed since then. Hanna had got engaged. She and Caleb had travelled together and grew closer in a way she thought would never be possible with another guy. So it was easy to blame her suspicious feelings about Hanna and Caleb on her anxiety or on the trust issues that A scarred her with.

She digs her fingers into her eyes, trying to convince herself it's to soothe the tiredness rather than prevent the threat of tears. That video. God! She'd actually been worried about them, actually thought they were trapped in a dungeon somewhere, and not just eloped for a steamy weekend just the two of them.

Then something clicks in her mind. She sits bolt upright. "Shit," she says, into the darkness.

She throws the duvet back, climbs out of bed and searches the floor for wherever her phone had landed when she threw it across the room earlier. She doesn't know how she didn't see it sooner. Damn emotion getting in the way of logic. If they really had ran off together to reunite then how the hell had A.D. filmed them?

She loads the video on her phone. She swallows down the lump in her throat and tells herself she can do this, that her heart won't get any more broken from watching it again, then presses play.

This time, instead of focusing on what they're doing, she looks a little closer. Hanna's pushing the duvet off him, getting him naked, she'd thought first time around, but now she sees there may have been a different motive. As Caleb's bare skin is shown to the camera, she realises there are deep red marks across his back. She zooms in. She can't tell what they are, grazes or burns, but they definitely weren't there the last time she saw him without his top on.

Hanna rolls them over and sits upright, straddling his hips. Spencer can see now how her friend's leaning slightly to one side, ensuring she's not blocking Caleb from the camera. She pauses the video and squints at the screen. There's no doubting it, the blue across Caleb's forehead and cheekbone are bruises. Her grip around her phone tightens as she thinks of anyone hurting him. The video plays on and this time she watches past Hanna reaching for the hem of her t-shirt. As Hanna's back is revealed, she clasps a hand to her mouth in horror. It's the same marks that were down Caleb's, but many more and extending to her shoulders and arms too.

Suddenly, none of the other stuff matters, only that they've been hurt. She feels sick. She sends an SOS to Emily and Aria and wraps her arms around her knees, gently rocking to placate herself.

…

"I'd forgotten this hour existed," Emily says by way of greeting.

"It couldn't wait." Spencer barely waits for the pair of them to get through the front door before waving her phone at them. "I received this."

She hits play and waits for them to react.

Instead, the two of them simply share an awkward glance.

"I'm so sorry, Spence-"

"I honestly didn't think they'd get back together."

"They're not!" she says with a glare. "I mean, that's what I thought too at first, but look. Really look."

"I'm not sure I want to look!" Aria says.

"They're not actually- never mind. See Caleb's back here-" she points at the screen, "and those bruises. And then…" she fast forwards, "look at the state of Hanna. I think they're in trouble."

"You think this is A.D?"

Emily shuffles uncomfortably. "Who else-?"

"Yes, I think it's A.D," Spencer snaps, "and I think it still has them. If they had run off together, even if they were hurt and then escaped… who would be filming this and sending it to me?"

There's a silence as the girls take it in.

"Do you think we should go to the police?"

"No." Spencer says. "We go to Toby."

4 days ago

He's got that glint in his eye that means he's not happy.

"You need to go to the cops."

"You're a-"

"No, I mean officially this time. File a report, give statements, follow the protocol."

She folds her arms across her body, shifting her wait from one foot to the other. "We can't."

"Why not?"

"You know why not! A.D. told us not to. And we can't risk anything happening to Hanna and Caleb if we don't do as we're told!"

He runs a hand through his hair. "Spencer, the police have resources. After everything that happened before, they have to take this kind of thing seriously."

She scoffs. "You think?"

"I can make sure they do. But on my own? I-"

"You managed before," she counters.

"That was before."

"And now, what, your job's more important than your friends?"

"If I lost my job now, it's not just my own life I'd be screwing up. I have Yvonne to think of too."

For some reason, his comment makes her chest ache. "I'm sure she'd understand."

"She shouldn't have to." He sighs deeply. "A, A.D – whatever they're calling themselves – has messed with enough people's lives already. I've not letting Yvonne get dragged into it too."

"You think you have any control over that?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Toby, you know how A operates. Anyone who's even vaguely linked to us can be a target."

He takes a step backwards, shaking his head. "This is crazy. There's not been anything like this happen in years and-"

"And now I'm back?" she challenges.

"That's not what I said."

"It's what you were thinking. Your nice cosy life with Yvonne and your cushy job, and then I come back and ruin it."

"That's not what I was thinking either."

"Care to enlighten me?"

He looks like he's considering it for a moment but then his face changes, as if he's remembered she doesn't get to know his innermost thoughts anymore. "Perhaps I should just take Yvonne and get the hell out of here."

"Or…" she says, with a hopeful smile to detract from her hurt at the thought of him leaving, "you stay and help us instead."

"You're not going to give up, are you?"

"Do you even know me at all!"

He pauses. "What is it you're actually asking me to do?"

Her heart skips a beat. "Is that a yes?"

"Just answer the question, Spencer."

"Just dig around and find out what you can. Anything about Charlotte DiLaurentis' death, the circumstances, anyone that was involved with her, especially anyone who might want revenge for her death. Anything about Sara Harvey, Mary Drake or The Lost Woods Resort. Any reports of suspicious behaviour or signs of a struggle. Any derelict buildings or places of concern."

"So basically everything that Rosewood Police Department is investigating right now."

"Sure, yeah. That sounds like a good place to start."

He crosses his arms. "I'm not making any promises but I'll keep an eye out, okay. Speaking of…" he checks his watch. "I have to go."

"Toby?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

He holds her gaze, then turns and leaves without a word.

3 days ago

They're squashed together, all three of them on one sofa in Hanna's mom's house. Spencer's at the end nearest Ashley's armchair, so it looks like they're expecting her to do the talking.

"Go on," Ashley encourages. "What is it?"

Spencer looks to her friends, in the off chance one of them will deliver the blow instead. But Aria gives her a nudge with her elbow that says it's down to her.

"We don't know where Hanna is," she says.

"Oh." Ashley's expression flickers. "Well, I- Neither do I as it happens. She's so busy these days what with work and the wedding and-"

"No." Spencer takes a deep breath. "No, that's not what it is. At least, not this time. We think… we think something's happened to her."

She frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Well, we-" she looks to the other girls. They'd already agreed they should tell Hanna's mom everything but it still feels unnatural to be talking about this with someone outside the group. "We've been getting some messages. The person sending them thought we knew something about Charlotte DiLaurentis's death. We don't! But they- they were going to keep going until we named the person who did it."

"And were these anonymous messages?" She scrutinises their faces. "Again? Girls, why didn't you tell anyone this was happening?"

"We thought we could handle it," Emily says, in a small voice.

"After last time?"

"Well, Hanna-" Spencer begins. "Hanna had a plan. She decided to confess to this person who's been texting us, to say it was her who murdered Charlotte. And then when that person came to execute their revenge, we'd be waiting in the wings to see who it was."

"So she was bait?"

"Yeah."

"Willing bait," Aria says, "Not- not that it makes any difference."

"And what happened?"

"Our plan was foiled." Spencer fingers curl under the edge of the sofa cushion. "Hanna was gone. And then we got a photo."

"A photo? Let me see."

The photo of Hanna was on the phone that Caleb stole from her so she looks across to the others. Emily, brows creased in concern, taps at her phone screen and then passes it across to Ashley.

Ashley clasps a hand to her mouth and gasps. "Oh, my baby." She eventually manages to tear her eyes away from the screen and looks up at them. At Spencer. "We need to go to the police!"

She wants to cry. "That's not everything."

"What is it?"

"Um, Caleb went to… do something he thought would help Hanna, but we haven't heard from him since either."

She sees it on Ashley's face, the same thing everyone else thought too, that they've gone off somewhere together. It doesn't help that the person who knows Hanna best had that thought too.

"I was sent a video," she jumps in before she has chance to suggest it.

"Show me."

"I-" she looks to the others for help. "It- it's intimate."

"It's my daughter."

She passes the phone to Ashley. "They're not actually, you know," she says. "I- we- we think they knew I'd end up seeing it and they're trying to tell us something's wrong."

"Something is wrong." Ashley says. "I know my daughter and I know what that expression means and something is definitely wrong."

"Yeah," she says in a grim consensus.

"Right. We're going to the police. Now, girls."

"We've already been," Aria leaps in.

"Well, I want to speak to the office in charge. Who is it?"

There's a silence.

"Toby," Spencer says. It comes out sounding like a question.

2 days ago

He's waiting outside the barn for her when she returns home, still in his uniform, not smiling.

"Toby? What is it? Why didn't you call?"

"I wanted to do this in person."

"Do what?" She stares at him. "What do you know?"

"Let me in and I'll tell you."

She wastes only a second on giving him a pointed look before sticking her key in the door. Her hand is shaking as she turns the lock.

She waits just long enough to get them both inside without sparing any pleasantries of offering him a drink or somewhere to sit. "Well?"

"It's nothing concrete," he says. "And it's not about what's happened to Caleb and Hanna, not necessarily. It's just… I've found a couple of things that don't quite add up, and I thought there might be a link somewhere."

"Toby, come on!"

"That bunker," he says, "where Charlotte trapped you all before…" he pauses, giving her chance to stop him if she doesn't want to talk about it, "I thought it had been destroyed?"

"Yeah." Her heart is thudding against her chest. "It was ripped out, filled in. That's what we were told. Why?"

"Spencer, there's no record of that."

She can't move. It's been the scene of her nightmares for years and the only slight comfort was knowing that it had been torn apart. "So, what- what does that mean?"

"I don't know. It could just be an administrative error, no-one thought to put it on the file." He pauses to give her shoulder a squeeze. "Are you alright?"

"I- yeah."

"Spence."

"Yes," she insists. Her mind is whirring. She walks around Toby, unable to bear his knowing look, and opens her laptop on the kitchen counter. "I need to know for definite. There must be a record somewhere. And if there's not, then I'll find out for myself."

"I don't want you going back there, okay."

She swallows the truth that she doesn't want to go back there either. It's not about her. It's about finding Hanna and Caleb. "You can't tell me what to do anymore, Toby."

"Like I ever could."

"If that bunker still exists, there's a very good chance they're there."

"I know. And that's why we need to do it properly. Get a squad down there to investigate. I'm trying to figure out a way to initiate that without it coming back to you."

She rubs a hand across her weary eyes. "Thank you."

"There's something else."

"Of course there is," she quips.

"Charlotte wasn't Mary Drake's only child."

"What?" Whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't that.

"Charlotte's early notes from Radley Sanatorium make repeat reference to her, sorry his – this was before she transitioned – possible mental trauma as a subconscious reaction to being separated from a twin."

"Charlotte's a twin?" She stares at him in disbelief. "What, what happened to the other?"

"There's no mention of it. Nothing. Perhaps if I can get hold of Mary Drake's medical records or a file from social services there will be something, but-"

"But what?"

"The second twin. It's as if they vanished."

1 day ago

As soon as her and Aria escape from the over-airconditioned bustle of the city hall, Spencer groans. "Okay, I know we've asked a lot of inappropriate questions of people over the years, but she was ruder than the rudest of them, am I right?"

"You're right," Aria concurs. "I wouldn't mind rude if she was at least helpful with it."

"Yeah, ditto."

"Where's Em, anyway? I thought she would have finished on the phone by now."

"Over there," Spencer points to the other side of the street where their friend is leaning against the wall, phone to her cheek and biting at her nails. "Come on."

They arrive just in time to hear Emily end the conversation.

"That was Hanna's mom," she says. "She wanted to let us know she's been to the police. She's reported both Hanna and Caleb as missing."

Spencer's stomach drops. "Did she tell them about A.D.?"

"Not in so many initials. I think she told them about the evidence though, so we can expect to be called in any time to show them the photo and video."

Aria's hand grazes her elbow. "You know Han will never forgive us if that video gets to the cops!"

"I know," Spencer replies, although she understands it's far more likely to be the contents of the video, and all the similar things she's done with Caleb herself, that are likely to be the cause of any problems between her and Hanna.

"So, what do we do?"

"Toby's already working on getting them to investigate Charlotte's lair," she says, "even Rosewood P.D. aren't that inept not to put the two together so they should be searching out there any time. In the meanwhile, I think we should look further into Mary Drake's other child. If Charlotte has a twin, they might know something. For all we know, they could be A.D!"

"Okay but I am not paying another visit to that grinch in social services."

"Not you," Spencer tells Aria. "Emily."

"Me?"

"They didn't see you. Avoid the lady with the blonde hair, go to anyone else. You might have more luck."

They wait outside. Eventually Emily returns. She looks triumphant.

"Well?"

"Mary gave birth to a boy and a girl.

"The boy being Charles," Aria confirms.

"Yeah," Spencer says. "So the twin… it's another girl."

The present day

She props herself up with her elbow as she continues scrolling through webpages, trying to make sense of it. The only thing she pauses for is for a sip of her coffee and even then, her eyes barely leave the screen.

The noise of her phone ringing breaks the silence. She glances at the display and swipes the bar to answer.

"Toby?" she says.

"We've found them."