This chapter may seem a little boring, but it's important. So, don't skip out on this chapter you're going to want to read it. It has some clues in here that will help you understand why Spencer is acting the way she is towards Toby.

Toby's been working at this detention facility for a week now and Spencer's still being stubborn. She goes on acting like she's never met him before, but he knows she knows who he is. Her words may be trying to convince him, but the look in her eyes is telling him a whole different story. Spencer seems to be forgetting that Toby can read her like an open book. He always knew when she was sad or happy. He knew when she was hurt or tired. He knew her better than anyone. The fact that she's going on right now acting like their friendship never happened, it hurts. It's hurting him. If only she knew just how much he missed seeing her and just being around her.

Toby returned to his apartment after a long stressful day. He and three other police officers had to break up a little argument that broke out between these two girls. He's not too sure what they were arguing about. Apparently one of the girls pushed the other while standing in line. The first thing Toby did when he got home, he jumped in the shower. When he got out, he walked into the kitchen area of his apartment and put some of the leftover pasta he's been living off of for the last two days in the microwave. While that was heating up, he opened the fridge and popped open a cold bottle of beer. He took a seat on his not so comfy brown couch and let out a deep sigh. His phone rang and Caleb's number showed up on the caller I.D. He hit the talk button and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello."

"Hey, Toby," Caleb spoke.

"What's up?"

"Nothing. We all miss you here in Rosewood."

"I miss you guys too. How is everybody?"

"We're all fine. Aria just got her first photo display in an art gallery. Emily is about to leave for Haiti. I'm doing well at my job and Hanna's being Hanna."

Toby chuckled, "that's good to hear. Did Aria really get her photos in an art gallery?"

"Yes, she did and that girls as some serious talent."

"Wow, wish I could've been there to see it."

"It will still be there when you drop in for a visit," Caleb said. "You are planning to make a visit, aren't you?"

"Sure. I still have two weeks until my 1-week break."

"How is it working there? Is it as terrible as you thought."

Toby stood up and walked into the kitchen after hearing the microwave ding. He kept the phone to his ear and told Caleb about the week he's had. He didn't mention Spencer. Mostly because his friends back in Rosewood don't know who Spencer is. Toby met these guys about a year after Spencer 'disappeared.' It was hard for Toby to move on with his new set of friends at first, but eventually he did. Of course, he never stopped really thinking about Spencer. He would lay down alone at night wondering where she could be or how she is, or if she was even still alive.

"Woah, you helped break up a chick fight?" Caleb exclaimed.

Toby chuckled, "it wasn't' like that. The two girls just started yelling at each other. We broke it up before things got physical."

"Oh come on, bro. You should at least wait to see some hair pulling and eye scratching."

"Unfortunately, Caleb that's not in the job description."

"Besides witnessing a bitch fight, anything else interesting happen?"

"A lot has happened this week."

Toby could feel Caleb giving him one of his looks even if they're not even looking at each other. He can imagine that's what Caleb is doing right now.

"Did you bang an inmate?" Caleb asked curiously.

"What? No!"

"Sorry," he apologized. "You just sound like something big happened to you."

"Something big sort of did happen."

"What could be bigger than you having sex with an inmate?"

"Would you drop me having sex with an inmate!" Toby exclaimed out of frustration.

"Okay, sorry," Caleb apologized again. "What happened that was so big?"

He sighed, "I'm not really allowed to talk about the inmates, but there's one girl there that I know or knew."

"Was she somebody you've slept with before?" Caleb asked in a low voice.

"Caleb!"

"Sorry. There's a girl there you know. Continue."

"There's a girl here that I knew back when I was a kid. We actually grew up together and she was like my best friend. We used to tell each other everything and we spent every free moment we had together. She was my best friend and she disappeared one night and I never saw her again until earlier this week. There she was sitting in a cell."

"Wow, who knew your best friend used to be a girl."

"Caleb," Toby sighed. "Be serious. You don't understand. I never thought I'd see her again and then many years later the first play I see her is in juvie. What are the odds?"

"Well, when you were kids, did you ever know her to be a trouble, maker?"

"No, not really. She had issued, but what kid hasn't? Her father treated her terribly and she went through a lot as a kid."

"Kids with hard backgrounds are more likely to end up in prison when they get older. Has she told you anything about where she's been?"

"No, see that's the thing. For some reason, she's acting like we've never met before."

"If she was your friend, why is she acting like she never knew you?"

"I-I don't know. I don't know what's been going on with her lately, Caleb. I don't know what to do or why she's doing this. I wish I knew that way I could figure out a way to help her."

"Wow," Caleb said in surprise. "Now, what happened to you saying all inmates are horrible criminals?"

"That girl is not a horrible criminal."

"Who is this girl you speak of?"

"It's Spencer. Spencer Hastings."

"Spencer. Hmm, I remember you used to talk about her. You haven't mentioned her in a while. Why all of a sudden are you caring about her now?"

"She was my friend Caleb. I knew her up until she was fourteen about to turn fifteen. If there is someway that I can help her, I'm going to take it. Even if that means I get a job in Rosewood and I have to choose between staying here or working in Rosewood. I would pick here."

"Damn," Caleb whistled. "You really care about this girl."

"Yes, I do."

"Can I ask you something else?" Caleb asked.

"I guess."

"Do you love that girl?"

Toby waited impatiently for the school bell to ring. He's been sitting in class all day and he's ready to leave. Since he is now in the 7th grade, he no longer shares a school with Spencer. He is thirteen now. Spencer is ten and is still stuck in elementary school. She's currently in the 5th grade. Toby wonders how she's handling herself in a school where so many bullies run around. Just because he's in a different school than her, does not mean he won't be there to kick someone's butt after school if they mess with Spencer.

Soon the bell rang and Toby rushed out of the school. He walked over to the elementary school and waited in the usual spot for Spencer to come out. Five minutes later the little brown haired girl walked down the sidewalk. Toby noticed that she had a little red cast wrapped around her wrist.

"Hi, Toby," she greeted in her normal tone of voice.

"Hi," he pointed at her wrist. "What happened?"

"I uh, I fell down the stairs at home. Same old clumsy me," she faked a laugh.

"Spencer, you really need to be more careful. That or I'm going to have to wrap you up in bubble wrap to keep you from hurting yourself."

She giggled and said, "you're right. I'll try to be more careful from now on."

"Here," he took her books. "I'll carry these for you."

"You don't have to do that."

"I insist. You only got one hand and these books could get a little heavy."

She smiled, "thanks, Toby."

What Spencer told Toby wasn't the truth. The story of how she really broke her wrist was because her father got mad at her for not doing the dish right away like she was supposed to. She made the mistake of trying to run up to her room before her dad could do anything. Peter grabbed Spencer by her arm and forcefully turned her around. Then, he twisted her wrist hard and yelled at her until he was blue in the face. Spencer doesn't know how much more of her father's abuse she can take. She knows she should tell somebody, but she can't bring herself to do so. Besides, who would believe her? She could tell Toby, but she doesn't want her father to hurt him too.

The weekend flew by rather quickly. Before Toby knew it, he was back working at the detention facility Monday morning. He came in and the first thing he did was stop by Spencer's cell. When he walked in, her hair was wet and she was dressed in only her underwear and a tank-top. Looks like she just got out of the shower.

"I've already been to breakfast and showered," she said.

"I can see that."

She turned around, "so why are you here?"

"You have a visitor."

Her eyes went wide, "a visitor? W-who. I don't want to see anybody."

"It might be good for you to talk to somebody beyond these four walls."

"I don't want to," Spencer tried to keep her voice steady.

"Why not?"

"Because Toby!" She snapped. "It's a reform school not a freaking petting zoo!"

"She said her name is Mona."

Spencer froze when he said Mona's name. Why would she risk coming here to see her? Spencer turned herself in so her friends could get away. If the police find out Mona has been coming here, they might arrest her next. Mona wouldn't do well in a place like this. Then again, Spencer knows that Mona wouldn't come here if it wasn't important.

Spencer bit down on her bottom lip, "I'll talk to her."

"She's right outside."

Toby left and Mona came in a few seconds later. Mona looks different from the last time Spencer saw her. Which was only a week and two four days ago. Mona's hair is cut short to her shoulders and dyed a lighter shade of brown. Spencer sat on the edge of her bed while Mona took the chair. Toby stood outside and waited for them to finish their talk.

"How are you?" Mona asked.

"I'm fine. Everyone here is annoying as hell."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…"

"Don't," Spencer whispered. "We can't talk about this now."

"Are they watching us?"

Spencer nodded, "is everybody?"

"Safe?" Mona finished for her. "Yeah. For now they are."

She shifted on her bed, "what does that mean?"

"You said it once yourself, Spencer. As long as he's out there, none of us is safe, but you might be. I know this seems bad, but right now, you're in a much safer place. As long as you're in here, he can't touch you."

Spencer swallowed and bit her lip to fight back the tears.

"You mean he's still out there?" She choked on her words. "Like you saw him?"

"Jake did," Mona spoke in a hushed tone so the guard outside couldn't hear. "Twas the night after they arrested you. Jake saw him at the gun store and he tried to shout Jake."

Spencer shook her head, "please tell me he didn't follow Jake to where you guys are hiding out."

"I don't think so. We haven't seen him since. Jake, Maya, and Riley were the ones who sent me here to keep you updated."

"Mona, I know you guys are trying to help me, but you cannot come back here, alright? And when you return I want you and everyone else to pack up your stuff and get out. Move on to someplace else. If I know one thing about this guy, it's that he will not hesitate to hurt anybody who tries to help me. I don't want you guys putting yourselves at risk for me Get out while you still can."

Toby reentered the cell to inform them that they're time is up. Spencer and Mona didn't say anymore. Mona got up and looked back at Spencer. The two shared a look and nodded. Then, Mona walked out with the other officer waiting to escort her out. Toby waited for the guard to leave with Mona before going to talk to Spencer. He heard some of what they talked about, but not all of it.

"Why did you tell Mona to tell her friends to leave wherever they're hiding?" Toby asked.

Spencer sighed, "don't ask me questions."

"Did you tell them to run so Holbrook doesn't find them? Mona's one of the people you were doing drugs with, Isn't she?"

"You don't understand anything that is going on and it's better that way if you don't."

"Of course I don't understand anything!" Toby finally snapped. "The reason I don't understand any of this is because you won't tell me anything! Why won't you talk to me? You used to be able to tell me anything! Now, all of a sudden I'm just a shadow from your past that means nothing to you! Stop going around like you don't know me!"

Spencer covered her ears with her hands, rested her elbows on her knees, and closed her eyes. She can't do this now. Why can't he understand how dangerous her situation is?

"You have to stop," she whispered over his yelling.

"Stop why?" He lowered his voice but kept it firm. "Are you afraid if I keep going on like this you'll eventually blow your cover?"

"My cover is not the only thing I'm trying to protect. You have to leave it alone."

"Leave what alone, Spencer!"

"Go away!" She snapped her head up and yelled. "Get out and leave me alone!"

"Spencer…"

"I said get out!" Spencer yelled.

They stared at each other for a long time neither one of them blinked. Spencer kept her eyes dark and his softened. Toby sighed and finally gave up.

"Fine," he spoke in a calm but firm tone of voice. "I don't know who you are. We're not friends and we never were. On that note. You have a group session to attend in thirty minutes. Your ass better be up and ready to attend by 10 o'clock or you will be severely punished. Do you understand me?"

Spencer just sat there with a blank expression on her face. Toby scanned his card and walked out of the cell. As soon as he left, Spencer finally let her guard down. Her eyes glistened with tears. She slid down on the floor and held her knees to her chest. She buried her face into her knees and let herself cry.

Sorry, if this chapter broke your little Spoby hearts. Eventually, Spencer will start to come around and open up to Toby like she did before. You just have to be patient with me. I hope you liked this chapter. Review and tell me why you think Spencer is acting this way towards Toby.