"Thank you for coming out here, officer Cavanaugh."

Toby arrived at the facility early that day. One of the officers found him wandering around the halls and lead him to the chief's office. He met officer Wilden and now he's showing Toby the place and informing him about the procedures.

"It's a pleasure to be working here, sir," Toby said.

Wilden went on, "we've been in major need for more guards for a long time. This facility has a lot of inmates finding ways out. We've tried everything to keep this place locked down good. Your job is to make sure all these delinquents behave and don't escape."

"Sir people have escaped from here?"

Wilden shrugged, "we haven't had any in the last few months. That's a positive sign that what we're changing is working. By hiring more guards and coming up with a new lock in plan it's been working for us pretty well."

"Well, good that's good."

Wilden scanned a card over a panel and they entered the cafeteria where a lot of the inmates sat around for lunch. Toby looked around and noticed that a lot of the inmates are in groups kind of like in high school. The druggies are sitting together. The thieves are sitting together. The thugs are in a group.

"Are these all the inmates?" Toby asked.

"No," Wilden chuckled. "Not even close. It's dangerous to have all the inmates in one room at the same time. When this group of people is done, that's when we'll bring out the next group. You'll get a list of the inmates you'll be responsible for. I figured since you're new maybe you'd watch out for the newer inmates."

"Whatever you need me to do."

"Fantastic," Wilden smiled and lead the way through another door.

Now Toby's getting a tour of where all the inmates sleep. They each have their own cell. Some people have cellmates. Other's are alone due to safety reasons. Wilden finished showing Toby around the place and returned to his office. Another officer came over and showed Toby where his office would be. He shares an office with three other cops.

The first night wasn't too bad. Spencer refused to leave her cell for anything. When a guard would come in to take her to lunch or dinner, she would turn away from them and refuse. It's only been one day and a lot of the guards have already had it with her. She hasn't really done much. She's slept a little on her thin mattress. She sat at her desk writing in a notebook. Other than that it's been pretty boring. The door opened and officer Reynolds entered the room.

"It's time for breakfast, Hastings. Come on let's move it."

"I'm not hungry," she snapped without turning around.

"You weren't hungry yesterday for lunch or dinner. You have to get hungry sometime."

"Well, I'm not."

"You are making your time in here a lot more difficult than it needs to be," Reynolds raised his voice. "All of the guards come out of your cell ten times more pissed off than when they came in here. You don't listen to anyone. How much harder are you going to make this for us?"

"Us?" Spencer snapped and turned around this time. "I'm not here to make your crap jobs easier for you. If you can't handle the inmates here then you shouldn't be working here in the first place. I haven't done anything wrong. So what if I refuse to eat meals here? There are no rules that say you have to eat with all those people!"

"It's a rule in my book."

"Well, your rules suck!"

Spencer got up from the chair and walked over to sit on her bed. Officer Reynolds shook his head and groaned. He can't put up with her anymore. If he does he'll end up pulling his gun and shooting her until all the blood runs out of her body. If only there was somebody here who could put up with her.

"If you don't shut up and listen I'm going to get Detective Wilden in here," he threatened.

"Go right ahead," she smirked and kicked her feet up on the chair next to her bed. "I'll make another cop run for the hills."

Reynolds walked out of the cell and went straight to Wilden's officer. On the other side of the facility, Toby was in his office trying to get all settled in. He hasn't done much today except escort a few girls back to their cells. In an hour, he has to report to the cafeteria to help keep an eye on the inmates during dinner. One of the officers came in a few minutes ago with paperwork he has to fill out. Great, it's the first day and he's already been handed over a crapload of paperwork to do. He was in the middle of working on the third page when Officer Wilden came in with another officer that guys by the name of R. Reynolds.

"Officer Cavanaugh," Wilden spoke up.

Toby put down his pen and looked up, "sir."

He nodded and gestured to the officer standing next to him, "this is Officer, Reynolds. He's been working here for the last two years."

Toby stood up to shake the guy's hand. When they shook hands Toby was able to get a good look at the cop. Reynolds looks awfully familiar to him. This guy is about 5.8 so he's not taller than him. He has short black hair and his skin is light tan. Back in Rosewood where Toby grew up, he remembers a boy who looks just like an older version of Reynolds. It couldn't be the same guy, could it?

"How's it going, Reynolds?" Toby asked.

The officer sighed and shook his head, "not so good."

"We're having a little trouble with one of our inmates here," Wilden explained. "She refuses to listen to any of the guards here. Since you're new here maybe you could give it a shot. See if you can get that inmate to listen."

"Uh, I can try," Toby shrugged. "I don't know what good it will do. If she won't listen to everyone else, why would I be any different?"

"There's got to be at least one guard in this place she's afraid of. I'll try every one of them until we do," Wilden said.

"Okay," Toby nodded. "Take me to this delinquent and I'll get her to listen whether she likes it or not."

A big smile spread across Wilden's face. He slapped a hand on his shoulder, "that's what we're looking for. Now get in there and do your job."

Left and right Toby looked at inmates sitting around in their cells looking bored and angry. A few ladies sneered when they saw him walk by and others paid no attention to him. Toby averted his eyes away from all of them and looked ahead. Right now officer Reynolds is leading him to one of the inmates cells. Supposedly this girl just got here early yesterday morning and hasn't done anything. She's refusing to cooperate with the other guards. Toby's never been hard on anyone before, but if he has to be rough, he will. This is a new lifestyle. A new place. A new job, so he has to act differently. They reach that last hallway that leads to this girl's room. Reynolds scans a card over a panel and the door opens. The two officers step inside and Toby had to hold everything together in order to not gasp at who he saw.

It's the middle of fall but it's feels colder than it should be for this time of year. Around this time normally it's like mid 60s to upper 40s. Today it's partly cloudy, a bit chilly, with a high of 42. Seems normal enough, but for those who are used to the warmer weather at this time, it feels a lot colder. The tree tops are changing colors from the summer time green to the late autumn red, yellow, and orange. School just let out for the weekend not to long ago. Just like everyday, Toby takes the long way home. Actually it's not his idea to take the long way home, it's Spencers. See her dad is too busy working so he doesn't have time to pick her up. Since her mother died a couple weeks ago she has nobody to pick her up. On rainy days she would ride home with Toby and his mom, but on nice days like today, Toby would walk home with her so she wouldn't be alone and so nothing bad would happen to her. Having a six-year-old girl walk home by herself is not a good or safe idea.

If Spencer didn't have any homework to do after school or her dad wasn't home, she would come over to play at Toby's house. They would play all sorts of games together like hide and go seek, tag, or Toby's favorite game, cops and robbers. Spencer would play the robber and he would be the cop.

"Ha ha ha! You can't catch me!" Spencer shouted.

Toby huffed and puffed while he ran around the yard trying to catch Spencer. She's a pretty fast runner for a little girl. No matter what she always seems to outrun him. It's not until she starts getting tired when he catches her. The little girl made a sharp turn into the woods behind his house. Toby's getting closer to her and she's beginning to lose energy. So, she hide behind a tree hoping Toby wouldn't see her. Toby ran into the woods and slowed down to a job as he searched the area for her. Spencer put a hand over her mouth to drown out the sounds of her giggles. He walked passed the tree she was hiding behind and looked behind the next one. He stood there for a second and scratched the back of his head.

"Where are you Bonnie!" Toby's voice echoed throughout the forest.

That's another thing. When they play cops and robbers, Spencer often calls herself Bonnie. Since she was one of the best known criminal back in the day. Spencer peeked out behind the tree real quick and accidentally lost her footing on a tree route. Her foot slipped and made a noise that Toby heard. Toby spun around just in time to see Spencer trying to make a break for it. Since she twisted her ankle, she couldn't run fast enough to get away. Toby caught the sleeve of her yellow jacket before she could get too far. Spencer looked back and Toby lost his balance. They both fell on the forest floor. Spencer fell on her back with Toby on top of her They both tried to act serious even though they wanted to laugh.

"Got'ca!" He said.

"Nuh un," Spencer shook her head. "You tripped. I could easily push you off and take off through those trees." She pointed to the trail of trees to the left of them.

"Give it up, Bonnie,"

Toby held on to her while he stood up.. Spencer tried to get up and run, but Toby held on to her elbow and pulled her up on her feet.

"You're under arrest for the robbing of the Rosewood Bank."

"You can't prove nothing," she spat.

"Give it up, Skum! I caught you red handed!"

Spencer twisted herself out of his hold and took off running through the trees. Toby groaned and went back to chasing her. He didn't get very far. He got to the end of the second tree before somebody yanked on his sleeve and pulled him down on his back Spencer right on top of him holding his hands down above his head. Toby had to gasp in surprise at how strong this small girl is. She took him down without even trying. Spencer smirked and sat on top of him. He couldn't help but smile a little.

"Little tip," she spoke up. "If you want to be a cop like your father you might want to run faster and don't get tackled by the criminal."

"Thanks for the tip." He said before flipping her over so he had her pinned to the ground. Toby stood above her and grinned. "Now look who's the strong one."

"That's not fair you caught me off guard!"

"Here's a tip for you. Never let your guard down."

"Noted."

Spencer shoved him with her foot so he'd fall back on his butt. She then stood up and brushed off the dirt on her jeans. Toby used his elbows to hoist himself back up on his feet. He wiped his hands together to get rid of the dirt.

"We should probably get back," he said while looking around. "It will be dark soon."

"I don't wanna go back," she kicked the dirt with the tip of her boot.

"Spence we have to. My mom will be worried if I'm not back before dark."

She sighed, "you're lucky to have a mom there to worry about you."

Toby looked down feeling sorry for her. It's been three weeks since her mother died. They still don't know what happened. The police ruled it as a suicide, but Spencer doesn't think her mom would ever kill herself. All Spencer has now is her father who works all the time and is never around to care for her. When he is, Spencer gets so nervous that she starts shaking. A couple nights a week Toby would wake up to hear someone down the street yelling. He never figured out who it is that keeps doing that. Probably some drunk idiot.

"Come on," he offered his hand to her.

Spencer sighed and reached out to take it. Together they walked through the woods back to Toby's backyard.

It's almost 6:38 or that's what it says on Spencer's clock on the dresser. All afternoon, she's been lying on her bed thinking about things. Right now her forehead his sweating and her shirt is beginning to get a little damp. She sits up on her bed and lets out a deep sigh. If she's going to stay in this toaster hell hole, she's going to make sure she's comfortable. She unzips her gray jumper and leaves herself in her underwear and tank top. Now that she's wearing less clothing, she feels better. She tosses her jumper over on the chair, lays back on the bed, and sighs. Just when she was starting to feel at peace, that loud, annoying buzzer rang out and the door opened. She rolled her eyes and groaned. Lord help the devil who just walked in who disturb her peace in quite.

"God, I swear to god officer Reynolds if that is you again I will start complaining about harassment!" She griped without even opening her eyes.

"But this time I'm not alone," Reynolds said.

Her lips curled up into a half smirk, "you actually got Wilden to get his lazy ass to come down here? I'm shaking in my own skin."

Officer Reynolds looked at Toby waiting for him to say something. Toby couldn't get any words to come out. He just stood there in shock. How did Spencer Hastings end up in this place? He hasn't even seen Spencer in a long time. A really long time. Who knew that the first place he'd see her again was this place? To be honest he hasn't thought about her in months. Sure she'd crossed his mind from time to time, but it's be awhile since he sat down and actually thought about her. Now, here she is laying on what looks like the world's worst mattress sassing all the guards.

"Officer Cavanaugh are you going to do your job?" Reynolds hissed.

"Uh," Toby finally shook himself out of it. He coughed twice to clear his throat. "Please open your eyes ma'am and do what your fellow officers say."

Toby was sure Spencer would react quickly to hearing his voice. Instead, Spencer's smirk only grew wider. She moved her hands out from under her sides and folded them over her stomach. When she didn't respond, Toby looked at Reynolds. Reynolds gestured for him to continue.

"Your are expected to be out there at 6:25 for supper. It is passed 6:30 now, so you need to be out there. Get up," he spoke in more demanding tone.

"Nah," Spencer simply shrugged. "I don't really feel like it."

"That wasn't a question. Get up before I make you!"

This got Spencer's attention. Her eyes opened wide as she sat up on the edge of her bed. Toby held his breath waiting for her eyes to meet his. Dear god, it's her. It really is her. It's Spencer Hastings. The little girl he knew growing up back in Rosewood. She's not a little girl anymore. He's watched her grow up into a young teen. Sure she got into some trouble in the past, but it never got this bad. Spencer is finally sitting up with her eyes open and seeing him for the first time in probably years. He thought it would open a new light in her. Instead, she looked at him with such fury he's never seen from her before.

"Don't talk like that to me," she snapped. "Ever."

Toby swallowed and turned towards Officer Reynolds, "why don't you go? I'll handle this."

Reynolds was hesitant to leave, but did anyway. He walked out and left the two of them alone. Toby looked back at Spencer who kept her eyes forward, but didn't look directly at him. He wasn't sure what to do now. Should he do his job and get her out there? He has so many question for her, but he knows how fragile she can be. He knows that she doesn't handle being pushed around very well. That could be why she's ignore what all the guards tell her to do. Toby took the leap and sat down on the chair that's next to her bed.

"Why are you here."

"Drugs," she said it like it was obvious.

"I thought you quite that."

"Why would I quite?" She said smirking a bit. "Drugs are all I have."

"That's not true, Spencer."

"How do you know my name?" her voice rose a bit.

Toby was taken back. Wait, does she not recognize him? How does she not remember him? They were best friends growing up. Maybe she's just messing with him.

"I'm the new guard here. They told me names. Plus," he sighed. "You know me."

She shook her head, "nah, I don't think so."

"Spencer, you don't have to act this way. Garriet is gone. You can stop pretending to be some bad girl with an attitude."

"Who's pretending?" She sat up straight. "This is who I am."

"No, it's not."

"Are you telling me that you don't remember me at all?" He questioned. "We grew up in the same town. Your house was down the street from mine. We used to walk home from school together everyday. We were best friends! For god sakes, how could you not remember me!?"

She leaned forward and looked him right in the eye, "I can promise you, I've never seen you before a day in my life."

He sat back feeling flabbergasted. Spencer really doesn't know who he is? He knows who she is. He remembers her very well. He remembers seeing her for the first time up until the last time. He's helped her with so much in the past. Maybe he could help her again. Toby swallowed a couple times to clear his throat.

"You need to come out of your cell."

"I'm not hungry," she sighed and leaned back against the wall.

"Spencer the guards told me you've been turning down meals since you got here. You haven't eaten anything in 24 hours and you need to. You'll starve to death if you keep this up."

"Maybe that's what I need to do," she whispered.

She probably thinks he didn't hear her say that, but he did. That's something the Spencer he knew back in the day would say. Hearing her say that has given him hope that she really does know who he is and she's just being stubborn for some ungod knows reason.

"Please eat something."

She scuffled, "you want me to eat that pile of crap they call food? I think I'll be better off starving until my inner organ feed on themselves."

"Spence," he whispered. "Please."

She turned her head and looked at him. Toby sat there hoping he would get through to her. Doesn't she understand how much he cares about her? How much he's always cared about her. Spencer finally sighed.

"Not tonight. Tomorrow I will. Just not tonight."

"Fine," he stood up. "You better be out there tomorrow morning or else."

"Or else what?" She playfully smirked.

He tilted his head at her and her smirk grew wider. He could stay here longer trying to reason with her, but that won't do any good. He knows Spencer well enough to not push her. You let her settle back until she's ready. Trying to push her out more will only cause her to keep pushing back. Toby headed for the door and opened it.

"If you want things to be easier," she spoke up before he left. "You don't know me and you never seen me before in your life until now either."

He stopped and turned around to look at her. Was that suppose to be some kind of a hint? Toby glanced her one more time before walking out. Spencer is one inmate that he plans on keeping a close eye on.

Hey, so this chapter wasn't too great and the ending was little bland. But I said I would update when I get six reviews and I felt I had to give you guys something, so I did. Hope you liked it. Toby and Spencer meet again! Sort of. What do you guys think? Is Spencer messing with Toby's head or did she really forget about him? Tell me your thoughts in the reviews. Same thing as last time. I'll update when I get seven reviews.