Claimer: I'm just going to continue these since no one said anything about them. I own Emily, so she's in my living room right now watching Glee.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pretty Little Liars, or anything else affiliated with the show, besides my fanficton. My writing is dedicated to Sara Shepard and ABC Family.

Note From The Author: This chapter was difficult to write. I'm not sure why. Just took a lot longer than most of the chapters. Sorry it took so long. There should be two updates next week after the holiday. By the way, I want to wish every one Happy holidays! This is my gift to the fanfictioners, even though this chapter doesn't mention any sort of holiday, it still counts. Please review and tell me how you like it.

Chapter 12
"It's times like this that I love." We were laying in my room. Her back was too me while my arm draped over her abdomen. My chin rested on her shoulder. She turned in my arms, looking me in the eyes. Those dark orbs seemed to see deep inside of me.
She brought her hand to my cheek caressing it lightly. I closed my eyes enjoying her touch. "Me too," I replied. My eyes opened. To meet her adoring smile. This felt right and safe. Her smile stared to fade; soon a look of pure horror. "Maya, what's wrong?"
She was laying in my arms one second, the next being held against her will at my door way. There was a masked stranger behind her. She was screaming and crying. "Emily, don't let him hurt me!" The intruder pulled her out out sight.
"Maya!" I jumped out of bed, but as soon as I reached the door closed. No matter how hard I pulled it would budge.
My pulling became frantic once I heard her screaming. "Emily, help!" My fists became sore once I started banging on the door.
"No!" Why was this happening? "No!" I yelled once more, but this time I wasn't in front of my door, but in my bed covered in a cold sweat. I sat up putting my heads in my hands. The incident happened two weeks ago and ever since then I've had the same dream every night. It stared differently every time, but always ended the same. I always lost Maya to the intruder.
The part that petrified me the most was this the anonymity of the stranger. They had no face in my dreams or the real world.
All I wanted to do was to go back to when life wasn't so complicated. When "A" wasn't hell bent on our destruction. Why us? What did we do to deserve this?

For everyone the next couple of weeks were spent moving on from that weekend. The town was on the look out for the stranger. Updated security systems and cameras were purchased. When the news broke out about the break in, police officers swarmed the hospital 24/7. There was one out side Maya's hospital room at all times. The only people allowed in were whoever Mrs. Germain let in. Which was only my self and the detectives that wanted to ask Maya some questions. The questions were hard for her. She wouldn't answer them unless her mother or I were there to hold her. The visits from Detective Wilden and Officer Jones happened six times over the past two weeks. Since we weren't sure when they would be coming, I came by right after swim practice. Nights when her mother would have to leave for the third floor to do surgery, I came to keep Maya company. The thought of her being alone terrified me.

The only down side was I couldn't get any sleep when I stayed at the hospital. When her slumber started, she looked beautiful, almost radiant. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her snoring was close to inaudible. It was a light whistle that floated through the room and settled in my ears. Before I knew it, morning would come. I was also afraid of having the dream with Maya right there. I had to keep those thoughts out of this room. Right now it was her safe haven, and I couldn't let my thoughts ruin that.
"Emily!" I heard from behind me as I packed up my back pack. Turning, I met the eyes of my three friends.
"Hey," I replied with a sigh. I had been avoiding them the past two weeks in fear of our conversation.
"Em, we have to talk to you," Aria whispered. We stayed quiet until the halls cleared.
"What do you guys want?" I asked fully aware of where this was going.
Aria continued, "We just want to know how you're doing. We haven't seen you in two weeks Em."
"I've been preoccupied."
"Well," started Hannah, "have you given any thought to who might have done this?"
"No," I lied. "Look, can we do this some other time? I have to get back to the hospital." I tuned on my heel, and started towards the school's exit.
"We think "A" did it." Hannah blurted out. I really didn't want to talk about this, but her words made me stop in mid step. I turned back around and walked to the girls. Tears were slowly coming up.
"I-I don't want to believe it." I said once I reached them.
"But what if it's true Em?" Aria asked.
My tears started to fall freely. "If that's true then that means I'm selfish." I sat with my back against the lockers.
Aria sat beside me and handed me a tissue from her bag. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is I know it was "A" okay? That means Maya's not safe when I'm around. Yet, I still go to see her.
"Emily," Hannah sat on the other side of me and pushed back my hair from my face, forcing me to look at her. "You're not being selfish. You're the most selfless person I know."
"Then why do I keep going back to that hospital knowing what could happen to her?"
"Emily," Spencer's voice startled me. She hadn't spoken at all, but stood against the lockers deep in thought. "it's not selfish at all." She sat down in front of me. "You're in love." She gave me a half smile. "I can see it Emily. You care about Maya. So much that you missed Ali's memorial. So much that you visit her every day. You're not being selfish. You never have been." I pulled her into hug. "Now," she started once we separated. "there is only one person who's been selfish. And they need to be stopped." The rest of us nodded our heads. "Here's the plan."

Bang, Bang, Bang,"Police!"
I had just come from the hospital 20 minutes before the knocking. Tonight was like any other night since that weekend. My mother and I hadn't talked since then. We would pass each other on our way to and from one room to another. We rarely made eye contact. At first, it was awkward, but now it just seemed normal.
Tension between her and my father also rose. He now slept on the couch. Talking between them would always lead into an argument. Eventually, they stopped talking all together. Even though the house was divided, my dad and I became even closer. He would drive and pick men up from school and the hospital. He would ask me how Maya was, and how I was feeling. We seemed to bond on honesty and the truth, a major moral of his.
So, the night the detectives came over was just a normal night. Mom was in her room, and dad and I were eating dinner in the kitchen. When the door bell rang, my father answered it. I heard the familiar voices of Wilden and Jones.
"Can I help you officers?" My father asked.
"Yes sir, may we please speak to Pam Fields?"
"Um, yeah, sure. Pam!" He yelled up the stairs. Once she came down I got up from my chair to see what they wanted.
"Hello officers," She gave them a weak smile. I could tell she had been crying.
Suddenly, Officer Jones, turned her around and pulled out his hand cuffs. "Pam Fields, you are under arrested for the attempted murder of Maya St. Germain. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used in a court of law. You have the right-"
"What the hell?" My father reached for my mom but was cut off from her by Wilden. "Sir, we have a warrant for her arrest. You can come by the prescient if you would like to see the evidence we have."
"You guys have made a mistake officer. Pam was here at home what the incident happened."
Jones gave Wilden a side glance as he walked my mother out of the house. "Maybe she didn't do the dirty work, but we have a confirmed source saying they were hired by you're wife to do it."
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
"The suspect that we currently have in custody has pointed the finger at Mrs. Fields. Nothing is official yet until she's proven guilty or not guilty. If you would like to be there while she is questioned I suggest you come by the prescient." With that, he walk out into the police car. As it drove off, my mother looked at us with tired eyes. Why wasn't she fighting this?

Ending Note: This story is slowly but surely coming towards it's end. I say there are about two or three chapters left. You guys know the drill: Review and I'll be very happy. Also message me your ideas about what Spencer's plan is. Just want to hear what you guys think should happen. Any way... Review, and a Happy Holidays!