CHAPTER 2

Ashley's POV

Ashley got home from a long day at work. She taught pre-schoolers, so her days a long, loud and tiring. Once home she prepared dinner and flicked through the TV channels. She found nothing to watch, "Thank god its Friday." She mumbled to herself. She gave herself permission to watch a Fast and the Furious movie, after all, it was officially the weekend. After showering, cleaning up and a phone call to her sister, she crawled into bed with the covers protectively over her. Before starting the movie, she took her little black box from her side table and began to put a few keepsakes in. This was her first year out of college, her kids at school meant a lot to her, they were cute kids, a handful but cute. In the box she put in the little gifts they gave her. A picture from Abby, a flower from Max, a macaroni necklace from Kasi and a pip cleaner ring from Noah, he told her that day that he was her new husband. "OK movie time, i love those kids, but they take it out of me." Again mumbling to herself. She put the box back on the side table and pressed play.

It was nearing the end of the film, Ashley was beginning to fall asleep. Her eyes would close and she would quickly will them to open, not wanting to miss the end of the film. Eventually giving in to the fight, she let herself slip away, thoughts of Shay ravaged her mind as a peaceful darkness submerged her existence.

She was rushed by the sounds of panicked security guards advancing on her every move. The back entrance was only metres away, the heavy footsteps behind her were gaining. She had the bag, ready to get out with a few diamond pieces and 100K from the safe. Running in heels was hard on a good day, yet she was doing pretty well. All she had to do was get to the ally, hopefully her ride was waiting. Oh God, I hope she is there! "You better be there." Reaching the door to the ally, she chanced a glance behind her. She had fifty metres on the security, that gave her roughly seven to eight seconds to get into that car and on their way, out of sight and then hopefully, out of mind. They were already wanted throughout the states, throughout Canada. This was their last job, give this to the boss and they will disappear forever, be rich and living it up on some tropical beach. Opening up that exit door to be greeted by a sleek black 1969 Pontiac GTO. That all too familiar car was in the hands of that all too familiar car. I felt a ping of relief in my body knowing she was there, it was obvious she felt that same. Her worried eyes locked on the exit door softened. Still clad in that sparkly tight black dress, hair down and too one side, only difference was her heels were thrown in the back seat. Shadows appeared from the bottom of the door. "GO!" Ashley called to her driver. Foot to the floor and we shot of the line speeding for on coming traffic. Closing my eyes, awaiting on the impact, she slid that car not knowing the outcome. Not one word was said between the two ladies. Both just hoping to get to the desert without the company of law enforcement.

"Two more seconds Ashley and I was coming in after you." Shay was quiet, she knew how close they were that time to getting caught. Her voice was soft, angry at the thought of what could have happened.

"We're okay Shay. Just keep driving a little more, next motel we see, we can hide out there for the night, then tomorrow we meet the boss, get our keep and were done." Ashley was just as nervous as Shay, but she couldn't let her see that. She had to be the strong one now. Ash lifted her arm and placed it around the back of Shays neck, stroking her ear, her attempt to soothe the girl was obviously working, she felt Shay's shoulders drop, her back slouching slightly. Ashley through the duffle bag into the backseat. Out of sight, out of mind.

Ashley woke to the sound of her phone ringing, all thoughts of her dream had vanished as she answered the phone. It was her Mom, checking to see what time she would be over that afternoon. Giggling to herself as she re-imagined bits of her dream. Completely oblivious as to what else was happening in LA that night.

Shay's POV

It was a Friday night, Shay had finished her work for the day and was ready to hit the town. Looking good and fit to kill, she could tell she was gonna have a good night. Picking up her handbag and keys, she turned off the lights to her apartment, closed and locked the door behind her. It was now 9PM, the night was young. Before getting into her car, she stopped to admire it. She loved this car, it was a dream of hers to own one. Now that she was starring on one of the most popular shows currently on television. She was in a good position to award herself of her hard work. This car represented how far she had come, from her dull life in Toronto, to this exciting, fun new life in LA. Jumping in to the drivers seat, she took off to Lucy's house. She was having a small party, everyone from work would be there.

Halfway throughout the party, Shay raced around finding Lucy, not being able to find the girl, she spotted Troian mingling with others from work. "Hey tell Lucy I had to go ok..." Not leaving time for an answer she bolted for the door, jumped in her car and took off, speeding down the quiet suburban streets until she reached a main stretch of road. She felt panicked and nervous, constantly checking her mirrors and turning her head if she saw a camera. It wasn't long until the police had caught on to her. The flashing red and blue was sighted in her rear view. Shay forced herself to pull over, all she wanted to do was gun that car to Vegas.

"Evening Ma'am, Do you know why I pulled you over?" the Officer asked politley as he took her details down.

"Yeah, sorry Officer...Ryan. Just got a little excited."

He muffled a giggle to himself, "I can see that. Im gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle Ma'am. I have reason to believe your under the influence."

Shay unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. She did as she was asked, blew into a breath test and walked in a straight line. While doing all this the officers partner was going through her car.

"Miss Mitchell, is this your bag?"

Shay looked up to find the second officer holding up a black duffle bag, it was empty thank god, but Shay knew it wasn't hers . She had never seen it before.

"Uh y-yes Sir. Thats my bag. I keep it in there incase I need it, its just a spare."

She heard him giggle to himself. "What she gonna do, rob a place?" His partner obviously heard as she shared the giggle too. Normally she would find that funny, but for some reason, that thought made her nervous.

The next morning, it was all over the tabloids. Shay Mitchell caught speeding. She didnt understand the big deal, but at the same time, it was completely out of character for her to be so adventurous. She loved to test her car just as much as everyone else, but she couldn't explain why she felt the need to do it, something pushed her to drive like she was escaping. And that bag, she didn't own that bag.

She had been on the phone to her manager all morning, trying find ways of clearing it up. Trying to dodge questions from Troian was hard enough. She had no real explanation of Friday night. No answers to give herself, let alone anyone else.