A/N: Unedited because I've been super busy and honestly I'm half asleep right now but I wanted to get this up so it's out there and finished before the next episode! Glad you all enjoyed part one and I'm hoping you like this one too. It's kind of a fix it like NLYG and kind of a prequel, I just took TV Caleb who was acting how I'd been hoping he would and gave him NLYG Caleb's thoughts because who knows what the hell TV Caleb is all about!

Everyone had gone home to change and freshen up before reconvening at Spencer's not long later. Everyone was tense. Ezra had asked if they really thought they could solve it in the time frame when they hadn't so far and Caleb had snapped. He wouldn't accept doubt from anyone. Hanna's life was on the line. She was in danger. They would figure it out and then turn that person over, regardless of who it was and if anyone tried to stop him….well…it wouldn't end well for them. His entire being was focused on finding Hanna. Saving her. Caleb had stood there while everyone discussed it. He'd been in the room but his mind was elsewhere. With Hanna. Wondering where she was…if she was okay..if she was scared. Of course she's scared you idiot. She's been kidnapped and is being held who knows where. His mind kept circling around Hanna and what could be happening to her. She was a valuable hostage to this AD right now…she wouldn't be harmed…right?

Hanna had woken up alone, in the dark and missing her clothes except for her underwear and a thin tank top. Her head hurt, her lip was bleeding and she felt bruised. Whoever had grabbed her had hit her hard across the face in their struggle, enough to split her lip, she'd struggled and tried to fight but they'd hit her hard over the head with something…and then dragged her, her shoulders where feeling the ache from that…maybe even gotten in a couple of hits while she was vulnerable. No. Don't think about that. She shook her head. She'd managed to work out she was in a barn of some sort. It was freezing cold and while some sunlight seeped in through the cracks…she was still mostly in darkness. She didn't like it. She couldn't see who or what was in there with her….wouldn't be able to see anyone coming. She was so cold. She rubbed her arms to try to warm herself up, she had backed herself in to a corner in the barn so nothing could come up behind her. Like she used to do in the dollhouse…it made her feel safe. Ever since the dollhouse she couldn't stand being locked up…unable to get out of anywhere…it had taken her a while to get used to the dark again…to not be afraid of it. Being locked in this barn…it was sending her right back there. Like she'd never left. She could feel the panic building, she wanted Caleb. Caleb said no-one would get in…that she'd be safe. He'd never let her down before and she knew it wasn't his fault. Someone coming through the floor had been the last thing they'd expected but…but she wanted Caleb. He made her feel safe, and right now…she felt like she'd never be safe again. As she sat there in the dark she couldn't help but think that she was going to die. She had no idea what was going on with the others, she was locked up here….she didn't know what was going to happen to her but this person thought that she'd killed Charlotte..they weren't going to just let her walk away.

Not long after she'd woken up, she heard the door opening. She'd called out, but got no response. She couldn't see but she knew there was someone in there with her. She'd pressed herself back against the wall as far as she could, eyes wildly darting around, trying to penetrate the darkness and see. She couldn't see the person…couldn't hear them. Had no idea what was about to happen. Then suddenly she felt something jab her on the shoulder, viciously. Then again. "Ow….ow stop" another jab. "What? What do you want?" Another vicious jab in the shoulder. "Up" ground out an unidentifiable voice, jabbing her again. Hanna hastily pulled herself to her feet, but evidently wasn't fast enough because she was jabbed again. It felt like…like metal prongs. She brought her hand up to her shoulder, trying to feel the damage. It didn't feel like it had broken skin. She started to take her hand down, but was jabbed again. Her fingers shot back to the spot and she looked in the general direction that she thought the person was standing in. Trying to see them. See where the next jab would come from. There was a strange flash….did….did that freak just take a picture of me? She felt more than heard the person turn to leave. "Hey…hey wait….you can't..you can't leave me in here…please, please don't leave me in here….I'm…I'm cold and…and…." she heard the door close before she'd even managed to take a step. She slumped back down to the floor, tears falling down her face. "Caleb, where are you?"

Silence. That's all there had been for a while now. She didn't know where the person had gone, hadn't heard anything. She'd been going over in her mind, again and again, why they'd take a photo of her. To show her family? Her mom? To show her friends? A threat? Or maybe she was being used as a hostage…maybe….maybe…maybe the person didn't believe her…maybe she was being used as motivation for her friends to find the real killer. Hanna had a suspicion she was correct. Why keep her alive? If they'd truly thought she killed Charlotte surely she'd be dead by now…or…or in jail. So that must be it. If they knew to come through the floor…they must have known the whole thing was a set up…known she was lying…she was only taken for this exact purpose. She shivered and then she heard it. A car door slam. An engine start. She pushed herself up. "Is somebody out there?" Idiot. Of course there is. Whoever took me. She heard the car start to move away as she reached the doors. She started to pound on the wood, desperate to get out. Out of the darkness, out of the confining space. "No…please….please open the door, you can't leave me in here I'm begging you! PLEASE!" she screamed, voice hoarse from crying. She got no response. The sounds of the car engine slowly fading away as she slid down to the floor. Now she was out here…alone. Just her….and the darkness. And whatever was making scratching noises…rats. There are rats in here. She swallowed bile. Tried to remain calm. They'll come for me…they're probably on their way here now. Caleb…..Aria…Mona…Spencer…Emily…they'll be coming for me..they'll get me out. I won't be here much longer. I just need to keep it together. Just for a little while longer.


They'd done a vote. An honest to God vote. Hanna was in danger and here they where cutting up strips of paper, scribbling the same name on it and putting it in a bowl for Mona to read out. Everyone said Alison. Except for the person who didn't reply and Mona and Spencer who had accused each other. They'd wasted time to come to the conclusion that most people thought it was Alison. Something they already knew. Caleb sat on his stool, staring at the table top completely numb. Listening quietly as Toby ascertained the obvious…they needed to find the proof that Alison did it. He listened while Aria and Ezra recounted their sighting at the Church and Toby confirmed it would have been Alison. Listened while they debated Alison's possible motive…or lack of in Emily's case. He knew Emily cared about Alison…knew she might be a problem if it had been Alison. But all he was hearing was how the one potential suspect they could all agree on had no motive whatsoever and that there was no proof. His thoughts turned towards Mary Drake. She'd bought the Lost Woods. She owned it. She'd been there. A distraction. She was in on this. She knew where Hanna was because she'd helped take her. She was the way to get to Hanna…why couldn't they see that? She'd be the fastest way….if they watched her long enough she'd lead them straight to Hanna and it wasn't like they couldn't overpower her. He tuned back in and they where still talking about Alison, Spencer was defending her…saying it could be self defence. He'd had enough, time was ticking.

"I don't care why she did it. Okay…I just…I want to find a way to prove that she did it so that we an get Hanna back" Before anything happens to her. He could see Mona nodding next to him. She would be his biggest ally here. She alone out of the other girls seemed the most determined to get Hanna back. He was proved right a few moments later when Mona spoke up.

"I'm all over Mary Drake. I think she's the fastest route to Hanna" she stated. Caleb turned to her.

"I agree" Mona turned to him.

"So we'll work together" it wasn't a question. Caleb nodded to her. The two of them together…with their skills….they'd know whatever Mary knew as soon as she knew it. She'd take them right to Hanna and she wouldn't even know it. He wasn't going to rely on the others managing to find the proof Alison did it…wasn't even sure it existed. Didn't really care. If he and Mona where on Mary….they might get to Hanna faster. The thought of working with Mona…being on the same team…that was an odd one. But he'd do it for Hanna. He missed what Toby and Spencer said…but he didn't miss the text alerts that sounded, right on cue. He heard the girls all start gasping, and he turned to Mona in time to see her expression. She looked upset….on edge….worried. Really worried. Then he heard one of the girls say Hanna's name. He needed to see…needed to see it was her. Needed to see she was okay.

"Mona let me see" he said, reaching for her phone. Mona was unable to tear her eyes away as she started to hand the phone over to him. Once Caleb had taken it he saw her place her shaking hands down on the table and take a breath. Caleb gripped the phone in both hands staring down at the photo. Taking in every detail. Hanna was wearing a tank top. Whatever she'd had on under her outfit. She was holding her arm as if…as if hurt her. He could see dark smudges but couldn't tell if it was dirt or bruises. He hoped it was dirt. Her hair was a mess. Her eye makeup was smudged everywhere. That wasn't what drew his attention though. It was the blood at the corner of her mouth. Her lip must have been cut or something….she must have been..been backhanded across the face or something. Maybe she'd struggled before she'd been knocked out. He didn't know…because he wasn't there, like he should have been.

"At least she's alive" Ezra said reassuringly. He was fairly certain that comment was directed at him but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the photo. From the terrified look in her eyes…he'd put that there. He'd let her down…let her get taken. It was his fault she was alone and scared and hurt. He didn't think he'd ever forgive himself. Wouldn't blame Hanna if she didn't forgive him either. Ezra was right. At least she was alive…for now. Caleb, still gripping the phone in both hands, brought it to his chest…to hug it. The way he wanted to hug Hanna right then. The more he stared at that photo the more he wanted her there in his arms and safe.


Caleb, Mona, Toby and Spencer had left immediately for the Lost Woods resort. They'd arrived just in time to see Mary Drake unloading a van…alone. As they watched she started to heave two heavy bags out from the back of the van….bags big enough to fit a body in, Caleb couldn't help but think.

"What the hell is in those bags?" he said out loud, hoping someone would assuage his sudden suspicion…but no-one did. I guess we're all thinking it. But no. She wouldn't have killed Hanna…not when she needs her as leverage to get us to solve the murder for her. Even if she wanted to move Hanna from wherever she's stashed her…there are easier ways. Mary started to close up the van before heading towards the drivers side.

"Come on" Mona said, already turning. She and Caleb rushed to his car Toby and Spencer following.

"Hey…there's no reason for all four of us to tail her" Caleb said to Spencer as she arrived at the car. Which was true….more people would slow them down and Spencer and Toby could be doing something else to try to find Hanna. Something better than sitting in the back of his jeep. Mona was all the help he needed, Spencer and Toby could check out the Lost Woods or…..or do something else, but he couldn't drive around with two extra people in the back of his car, that had nothing to contribute. Between he and Mona they had all the tech expertise they needed, and….he didn't want to be around Spencer right then. Not when he was in such a state, not when he was desperate to find the girl he loved…the girl he'd always loved. The girl he would move heaven and earth to get back. He couldn't drive around with Spencer, the girl he's supposed to be with, with her acting all coupley with him. He couldn't do it. He knew it wasn't fair but he needed some space and he needed to focus on Hanna. Without Spencer trying to get him to talk to her about his feelings, he knew she meant well but he just didn't have time for it. As far as he was concerned Mona was the only one who cared about Hanna as much as him, she was the only one with the same sense of urgency as him. Spencer didn't have that. Spencer wasn't willing to do whatever it took…he and Mona where. He hopped in the car, Mona in the passenger seat, and took off after Mary Drake's van.

Caleb drove in tense silence, only breaking it to speculate on where she might be going, Mona sitting with her laptop out and ready should Mary field any calls. It wasn't long before the van came to a halt outside a hardware store. As Mona and Caleb watched she vanished inside. Caleb didn't want to think about what she could be buying…it had to be for Hanna. For whatever she was going to do to her.

"You ready?" Caleb asked, to reassure himself.

"Don't worry. If her partner calls, I'm ready to go. It'll take a few minutes to get the other caller's side of the conversation though. If she hangs up before then….we'll have to try again." Mona said grimly. Caleb nodded. Turning his attention back to the store. He didn't know how much time had passed, but his phone started to ring, jolting him out of his reverie, he looked down at the name. Spencer. He debated answering but then thought she might have something…anything. He answered.

"Hey"

"Hey, uh, I just realised none of us have had anything to eat since yesterday. Can I bring you guys something?" Caleb listened. He'd been expecting her to update him on what she and Toby had found out, not distract him with things that weren't relevant. He couldn't believe she was calling him about food. He appreciated the thought but there was no way he would be able to eat anything, not with Hanna still missing, still under threat. He wasn't even hungry, hadn't felt close to it all day.

"Food is the last thing on my mind Spencer"

"Okay, um well, then I'm going to go over the Mary Drake file again, maybe there's something in there-" Caleb cut her off, Mary had just come out of the store and she was talking to someone on the phone.

"Alright, great" He hung up, immediately turning to Mona who already had the programme running…was already listening in. Mona was doing her job, doing her part to save Hanna while he was chatting to Spencer.

"Who is she talking to?" he murmured.

"I can only hear her side of the call, I need just a few more seconds to…no…no no no no no, don't hang up…don't-" Mona let out a breath and tapped a button. Mona had tried, it wasn't her fault Mary had hung up before the programme could get the other caller…but it was frustrating. He and Mona turned to look out his window, to try to see what Mary had spent so much time buying in there. They watched as two store workers brought everything out and helped her to load it in the van. Caleb identified the items out loud, just in case Mona couldn't see.

"Bleach….charcoal….vinegar…" Caleb said the last with a slight hint of confusion, brain skipping through what the possible uses could be of all three.

"Everything you need to cover up a murder" Mona stated. Caleb frowned, turning to face her.

"What's the charcoal for?" he'd never heard of charcoal being used to cover up a murder, bleach he got…vinegar he kinda got…but charcoal?

"It absorbs the smell of death" Mona said grimly, and he could see it in her eyes. See the hint of despair…of…heartbreak. Mona thought Hanna was dead. Thought Mary had already killed her. But that made no sense. Surely if you where going to kill someone you'd buy the stuff to clear it up first not just….just do it and then take a trip to…to get the stuff. His mind flashed on the heavy bags they'd seen Mary hauling in to The Lost Woods. No. No. She's not dead. I'd know it if she was. She's still alive. She has to be. I'd…..I'd know.

"Hey she's still alive" he told Mona. Reassuring her as much as himself.

"How can you be so sure" Mona asked quietly. He didn't want to tell Mona…thought it would sound ridiculous out loud and it wouldn't convince her. Suddenly he thought of the fourth item Mary had purchased. Tarp. You definitely wouldn't buy that after…you'd need it before.

"Because they aren't going to use that tarp after the fact" Caleb said with grim certainty. "She's gonna lead us to Hanna" he reassured himself as much as Mona.

"Yeah, because she's on her way to kill her" he could hear it in Mona's voice, she was holding her emotions in check but right at the end….some got free. Barely leashed emotion coated her voice. Caleb couldn't argue with that. He'd just been thinking it himself. He turned to look at Mona, determined.

"We're gonna find her before that happens" Caleb growled. Mona nodded, turning back to her laptop as Caleb prepared to follow Mary as soon as she left the Hardware store. They would be in time. They had to be. Because if he lost Hanna….he didn't know what the hell he was going to do.