I'm baaaack with a short chapter that will give you a very important answer., or maybe two. I'm afraid I hav fallen off the PLL vagon with all the crap going on with Spaleb. Sadly wht I had in store for Spanna in this fiction giving everything going on the show now will probably be hard to digest. But I can assure you that it will be worth it. The fic I mean. Spencer is beyond redemption to me and so is Caleb. I don't care what crap they gave us so far. The guy we saw on screen these past few weeks hasn't been him. Buuut let's not get me starting a rant on the subject. Now I hope ou guys like this chapter and remember to review and let me know what you think.

Nico

Hanna carried Abby in her arms. The small girl had fallen asleep on their way back home to the Marin residence. Claudia and James had checked into a local hotel and Caleb had offered to drive them over after dinner. Mac had excused himself and returned back to the police section. Ever since they had arrived, the CSI team had been working round the clock trying to solve the case.

Hanna put Abby to bed and then she went downstairs to get a cup of coffee. She noticed Caleb was back as well. He smiled at her and she went to sit on a barstool next to him.

-"Why Miranda? Why did you name her Miranda? The real reason." Caleb asked the question that was on his mind for a few hours now. Hanna shook her head and looked at him. She sighed, answering his question.

-"Because I saw her the night that I lost my memories. When I got to the hospital, I was in bad shape. My heart stopped twice during surgery. Both times Miranda was there for me. She sent me back, saying I had too much to fight for and I needed to return to you. The second time she told me she would help protect me until I was ready to go home. Next thing I knew a fog surrounded my memories and I woke up in the hospital, not knowing who I was. The only thing I remembered was Miranda's face and name so I named Abby after her."

Caleb felt guilt fill him. After all this time and all of the years that went by, Miranda was still watching out for him. Then again, he wasn't surprised to hear Hanna's story. Only a ghost would be able to block a person's memories and if Miranda was involved Caleb suddenly realized she was the one who probably erased Hanna's file from the police database.

It definitely explained why the police servers had been hacked and yet the hacker was never found. He smiled slightly as he hugged Hanna, his eyes staring into space. "Thank you, Miranda."

They remained like that for a while before Hanna looked back at him. She briefly caressed his face, bringing his head in for a kiss. Caleb scooped her up in his arms and placed her on the counter while her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms keeping her close to him.

-"I missed this. I missed you. I missed us." Caleb groaned, kissing Hanna's neck as she moved her hands through his hair. They both froze when they heard a crash coming from Abby's room. Hanna got off the counter ad hurried up the stairs. She barely refrained from screaming when she saw the window was opened widely and Abby was still asleep.

-"You won't get rid of me this easily, bitch. I can still get to you and your daughter," was written on the wall with black paint. Judging by the smell it was still fresh. Caleb placed his hand on Abby, removing her from the bed. He carried her over to Hanna's old room.

-"Stay with Abby while I will call the police. There's no need to wake her up over this. I will be right back with you." Hanna nodded, her hand going through Abby's hair. She felt terrified out of her mind because of the last A message.

Lindsay rolled over on Jesse's couch. She had been unable to think of anything ever since Danny had taken her to Jesse's place but Jason's hurt look when she had left his house hours before.

Sighing, she stared at the ceiling, hoping that everything would work out for her friend. Eventually, when it became clear that sleep would not happen, she got up. Taking her laptop she decided to work on some of her cases, while her mind wandered back to the moment she had first met Jason.

Lindsay sighed, walking among the throng of people filling the college halls. Sometimes graduating early had its perks, like when you were the sole survivor of a horrendous murder incident, but other times? She hated when people stared at her or when they kept whispering her name while she moved past them.

Sighing, she entered her classroom and was surprised to see someone else was already there, staring into space. She shook her head and took a seat near the window, not bothering to say anything. That was the first memory she had of Jason.

Years later Jason had confessed he only ever really noticed her a couple of weeks after the class started. He had graduated belated due to his drug abuse and also because he was trying to come to terms with Alison's disappearance the summer before.

He truly saw her when she literally slammed a girl against a wall for making jokes about dead people and missing their loved one. The girl was twice Lindsay's sizebut it still took Jason and another one of their classmates to pull the girls apart.

Once they did Jason dragged Lindsay away from the scene to one of the smallcafeterias on campus. He had treated her to a coffee and that was when they first started talking to each other. It took Jason a couple of months to talk to Lindsay about Alison's disappearance. It took her almostnine months to tell him she survived a shooting.

It took almost a year for Jason to admit he had a drug problem and that he needed help for it. Lindsay was the one who forced him to accept his problems and check into rehab. She was the first person to ever know about the note Jason got the day after his sister went missing.

Lindsay had spent weeks visiting Jason and helping him confront his demons before he finally realized that the only way to reallyget rid of them was to move back to Rosewood and face them. When Jason learned of his true heritage he had gone straight to her place in Montana, scared that he might lose it and that he would have a relapse. Lindsay talked him through it and helped him to move on and accept that he still had a baby sister that needed looking after.

Her phone started ringing and she picked it up, answering it. "Jason? What's wrong? Sure I can come over. I will be there as soon as possible." She grabbed her car keys and purse and was soon out the door, wondering what could've happened to him.

She arrived at the DiLaurentis house and was greeted to Jason sitting on the porch holding a picture in his hand. She could clearly see Alison was arguing with her dad inside the house. Jason looked up from his place when he heard her approach him. Before Lindsay could react he was standing in front of her, kissing her...