Spencer POV

I shoved the note in my bra as I came out of the bathroom. The cop who had escorted me here was gone and I figured walking around right now would only cause trouble as much as I wanted to give a major screw you to the Rosewood PD. I leaned against the wall and a little over a minute later the cop exited the men's room and grabbed my arm guiding me back to the interview room.

He let go of me when he opened the door and I walked inside. I sat down and crossed my arms glaring at the two way mirror across from in a way that had become habitual in the last two hours.

I had to find a way to get the note to Aria under the constant audio, video, and creepy asshole detective surveillance. I knew it was risky but I also knew that Ezra wouldn't have come to the police station unless Aria had asked him to, needed him too, none the less go to the trouble to slip me the note. And I knew Aria needed Ezra.

I looked at her at the end of the table. She had her head down and I could tell from the tightness of her chest with each breath she was holding back sobs again.

Under the table I pulled down my dress a little bit enough to give myself and excuse to need to pull it back up, then brought my hands up to the neckline and adjusted it, slipping the note out of my bra and crumpling it in my palm at the same time. I set my hands back on the table and let the air in the room sit still for a moment before reaching across Hanna at the table and grabbing on of Aria's hands with both of mine.

"Its gonna be okay," I reassured her.

Her head popped up, and she shook her head, her eyes watery, "No, its not. He's never going to forgive me. We're stuck here being accused of murder, and Emily almost died today!"

"Hey, Hey," I held her hands harder as her tears left clean streaks in the dirt on her face, "There's one thing I know for sure," I whispered. I shot my eyes to Emily and then down at the mic on the table. It took her a moment, then she placed her thumb firmly over the mic head causing it to hopefully record nothing but white noise, "Ezra loves you." I unfolded Aria's hand under mine and nestled the note in her palm.

Aria withdrew her hands quickly and put them in her lap. I patted the table in front of her once more to look comforting then leaned back in my chair and nodded to Emily, who also put her hands back in her lap.

Aria POV

I rolled the little piece of paper Spencer had given me between my palms not looking down. I didn't know what it was but I guessed it had to do with Ezra. Was he here? Had they talked? Had my parents seen him?

I slowly uncrumpled the paper and smoothed it out in my palm, never looking down. Then when I couldn't stand it anymore I looked down, trying to make seem like I was just staring at my hands like I'd done most of the time we'd been here.

'Aria, I wish that I could stay, that I could see you, but its not safe. I'm going back to the apartment. Your mom spoke to me. I know she thinks I'm with Spencer. She wants me gone, but I promise Aria, I will not go anywhere. I told her I'd tell her everything If she'd listen. Don't worry. I'll fix this. I love you. –E'

I bit my lip and curled my hand into a fist around the note. I could feel the tears coming again. Everything was falling apart and I didn't know if I could fix it anymore.