Title: Gone Too Far
Summary: After Toby walks away from her, instead of going home, Spencer follows a dark hooded figure into an alley, wanting to end the whole thing. But when A takes it too far, harms Spencer in disgusting ways, will the end be in sight? Will her friends, will Toby be able to help hold her together? Spobycentric story. May contain content triggering for some, read at own risk.

Author's note: Thank you so much for your positive feedback on the first chapter. Here's number two, and I've gotten started on three already :) Please let me know what you think and any ideas you may have, I'm always open to suggestions!

-Jen

Chapter Two

After it had happened, she'd come to a few times as the hours had dragged on. Each time, she tried to scream, tried to move, but she couldn't find her voice, and gosh, was she in pain. In the dark, through hazy eyes, she can see the stairs leading up to Toby's loft. He wasn't in there, he'd gone off into town somewhere when he walked away. Spencer finds herself wondering where his is now. She sees her phone light up when she's awake multiple times, but she doesn't have the energy to reach her phone, and after a while she passes out again, wondering if this is how she'll die, in a pile of garbage in an alley.

When she comes to again sometime later, she's no longer on the ground among garbage, but on something soft, and there's a blanket wrapped around her. The sky is now light around her, and she can hear sirens, the movement of people. "Spencer," A voice says, a familiar voice, and her eyes move all over, looking for it, and then Ezra is looking down at her. "Spencer, it's going to be ok," He says. "They're going to bring you to the hospital, I-I'm going to call Aria, she'll contact your mom. It's going to be ok." Her mom. She was away, just like her dad. In London, with Melissa. A long flight away.

She shuts her eyes again, because the light hurts and she's so tired and she feels him take her hand. It seems strange. Once upon a time, she'd thought he was their enemy. She'd thought he was A. And now she's almost kind of grateful that he's there, because he's a familiar face.

Ezra gets into the ambulance with her when they ask if he wants to go. He doesn't think about the shop he's supposed to open, he just does. He holds her hand, because she doesn't pull it away and he wants her to know someone is there. He struggles over the thought, but if this were Aria...he'd want someone to be there. With his free hand he texts Aria, since he can't call during the ride. He tries to word it in a way that won't scare her, but knows it's impossible, and so he settles with '911, meet me at ER...Spencer hurt.'

xXxXx

Toby yawns, walking into the Rosewood police station. He hadn't gotten any sleep last night, he hadn't gone home. He'd driven around aimlessly, texting Spencer every so often, never getting any reply. Having his uniform in his truck, he was able to just go in, still no word from Spencer.

He'd regretted what he'd done as soon as he'd done it, had regretted walking away even has he turned from her. It went against everything inside of him, to turn and walk away from her while she was crying, crying because of him. He hadn't meant to scare her, grab her like that, it had just happened as he tried to get her to stop talking.

Sitting at his desk, Toby sighs. The way she had looked at him...he hated himself for it. And gosh, what she had said, it killed him. 'You told me once that I could tell you anything.' He had said that. Toby had told her that she could tell him anything, and that he would never think any less of her. And he had meant it, she called him her safe place to land and he had vowed to himself that he would live up to that. He knew what it was like to feel like you had nobody, to feel like you couldn't be yourself.

"Cavanaugh, let's go," Detective Tanner says with a sigh. "Apparent sexual assault, there's others going to the scene, you're with me. We're going to the hospital to interview the victim."

Toby nods, getting up from his desk. Following Tanner out to the car, he checks his phone again, but there's still no answer from Spencer, just a missed call from Caleb two minutes ago. Not wanting to argue with him, and not being able to at that moment, Toby ignored the call. As the detective begins to drive to the hospital he types out another message.

Spencer, please talk to me. I'm sorry, we need to talk, please?

"What do you know?" Toby finally asks his superior, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Not much," Tanner says, heading for the hospital. "All the responders told us was female, 16-20, suspected sexual assault. Found in an alley, outside of a coffee shop,"" She informs him, pulling into the ER entrance, parking. Toby nods, getting out of the cruiser and falling into step beside Tanner, into the hospital.

"How can we help you?" The nurse at the desk says, looking up when Tanner flashes her badge.

"We received a call about a suspected sexual assault victim," Tanner tells her. "A girl, 16-20?"

"Oh yes, Doctor Ross is in trying to examine her, you can have a seat and I'll let them know you're here," She says.

Tanner thanks her, and Toby follows her into the waiting room to the side. He sees a group of people in the corner, and his brow furrows. "Caleb?" He asks. Caleb turns around, and Toby sees Hanna, Emily, and Aria, their faces all upset, concerned. Ezra sits beside Aria, holding her hand, while Caleb has his hand on Hanna's back in a show of comfort, and all three girls are holding hands.

"Toby," Caleb says, but Emily stands up, going over to him.

"What's going on, what're you all doing here?" Toby asks. "Where's Spencer?"

"Toby," Emily says, her voice breaking as she reaches him. "Spencer...Spencer's the one you're here for," She says after a few tries, opening and closing her mouth.

Toby's brow furrows. "What do you mean, she's the one I'm here for?"

"We don't know what happened, but Ezra, he...he was cleaning up from the party last night, and he found Spencer. Outside of The Brew," Emily tells him. "They won't let us see her, and Aria, she called her parents and left a message, but they're in London so we don't know when they'll get here or even get back to us."

As Emily goes on, things start to fall together. Toby recalls what Tanner had said. Female, 16-20, found in an alley outside of a coffee shop. "No," He mutters, realizing what she means, what this means. "No, no..."

Suspected sexual assault.

"Where is she?" Toby demands of Emily, of Caleb, the others, but none of them have an answer. He has to see that this is all a sick joke, that Spencer's not the victim of suspected sexual assault.

"Are you here for the sexual assault case?" A woman asks, stepping out of a room. A room where Spencer must be.

"We are," Tanner says after a moment, debating what she's to do from here. "Detective Tanner, Officer Cavanaugh," She says, "What have we got?"

"Seventeen year old female, the man who brought her in identified her as Spencer Hastings," she says, gesturing to Ezra. "She was found in an alley outside of his coffee shop, underneath bags of garbage. There was a puncture wound in her hand, a facial laceration which we've stitched up, and some cuts on her body. Three required stitches, there's several others that didn't," The doctor says, looking at the chart. "The cuts indicate a knife, sharp knife. She also has a few sprained ribs, as well as a concussion caused by blunt force trauma to the head."

"And the suspected assault?" Tanner voices Toby's thoughts, because he can't talk, he can barely think.

"We can't be sure," Doctor Ross says, bowing her head. "Though psychological signs point to it, as Miss Hastings won't let me examine her. She nearly had a full blown meltdown when I tried."

"Has she said anything?" Tanner inquires, and the doctor shakes her head.

"Nothing. You three are her friends?" The doctor asks, as Aria, Emily, Hanna, Ezra and Caleb had crowded around them, wanting to hear what was going on. The girls nod, and she says, "It may help if one of you were there with her. Oftentimes a friend or family member can be comfort. We need her to consent to do a rape kit, or else any evidence will wash away when she showers, and we need to see if there's any damage. We also need to speak to her parents," She adds. "You can speak to her, Detective. Maybe if you explained what the exam would give us..." The doctor trails off. "She's in room 3."

Tanner's silent for a moment, making decisions, before she turns to Toby. "Cavanaugh, if you go in there, it's as her boyfriend, not as a cop. You can't be on this case," She says firmly. "Understood?"

Toby nods, finally finding it in himself to speak. "Can...Can I see her first, please? I need to see her, she...she can't be alone anymore," he says. He'd left her alone last night. He'd walked away, and then this had happened.

Tanner apparently does have a heart, because she nods, gesturing him towards the room. "Yea, one of you can go with him. Not all of you, I'm sorry, but you can see her later."

The three girls look at each other for a moment, debating who should be the one to go. "I will," Aria finally says, and she and Toby head for the door. For a moment, Toby stands there, his hand on the doorknob. What was he going to see when he opened the door? Knocking lightly, he finally pushes it open, slipping inside.

xXxXx

Spencer was laying on the hospital examination table, curled in the fetal position, holding the sheet they had given her around herself like a shield. They'd drawn her blood, stitched her cuts, done x-rays, had said something about a brain scan. And then the doctor had tried to do an examination, a vaginal examination she'd called it.

She hadn't spoken this whole time, unable to find her voice, not knowing what to say. But when the doctor had told her what the exam entailed, she knew she didn't want it. She didn't want to be exposed again, violated. And so she'd moved into the fetal position, shaken her head, wrapping the sheet around herself. When the doctor had tried to ask her what had happened, she'd just stared out the window, away from the door. She hears a soft knock, and then it opens, but she doesn't turn around. Two people step in, and then the door shuts again, one person moving forward. "Spencer." It's Toby's voice, soft, concerned, other emotions that she can't identify.

At the sound of his voice, her eyes fill with tears, tears she'd managed to keep at bay until that point, but she doesn't turn around.

He can hear her start to cry, and his heart falls, as he moves around to the other side of the table. Aria stays by the door, giving him the moment, and he slowly moves closer, reaching out and gently resting his hand against hers. Most of her is covered by the sheet, he can barely see her eyes, and he leans closer. "Spencer, I'm so...I'm so sorry, baby," He says. "I'm sorry about last night, I'm sorry about scaring you, and I'm sorry about walking away," Toby says, the words falling out, tears stinging at his eyes at the sight of her like this. "I'm so sorry."

She doesn't recoil from his touch, even though her first instinct is to do just that. Because after it passes, she knows it's Toby. She can see him, hear him, she knows him, knows what he feels like against her. The tears start coming quicker, flooding down her face, sobs taking over her body. The kind that takes your breath away, the kind that hurts.

"Spencer," Toby says his own voice breaking, "It's...it's going to be ok, you're going to be ok, I promise," He says, reaching up, gently pulling the sheet back so it's not covering her face. She resists for less than a second, before allowing him to, and he gently rests his hand against her face. There's a cut, with a bandage on it on her forehead, a bruise on her cheek. But the biggest difference is her eyes, they're so dull, empty. She reaches up, her hand shaking as she puts it over his, holding on. "Can you say something, please?" Toby asks, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "If you don't want to, that's ok, too," He adds, not wanting to push her. "I just want to hear your voice," Toby said softly.

For a moment, she just looks at him, tears rolling down her face. She opens her mouth a few times, trying to figure out what to say, what she wants to say, and fails, closing it. Finally, she whispers through the tears, "Don't leave me. P-please, don't leave me."

Toby nods, reaching with his other hand to push her hair gently back, away from her face. "I won't, baby. I promise, I'm not going to leave you. I'm right here, Spence, I'll be here the whole time. As long as you want, whenever you want," He promised her, meaning it. He'd take time off, he'd do anything to be with her.

All he could keep thinking was that if he hadn't walked away, if he had been with her for the night like they'd planned, this wouldn't have happened. Her parents were out of town, and she hated being in her house alone, sleeping without anyone there. He was going to stay with her for the duration of their trip, but then everything had happened. Last night had happened. He had walked away, left her there by herself. It was his fault. He'd let this happen to her. He'd walked away from her, the one person he was sure that he loved, and she'd been attacked. Assaulted. If he hadn't walked away, then they would have talked, they would have worked their stuff out, they would have gone back to her place together. But he had walked away, and this had happened to her.

"Hold me, p-please," Spencer chokes out, and he carefully wraps his arms around her, bringing her head against his chest, stroking her hair. He knows that in the hours since he'd last seen her, she hasn't gotten smaller, but in his arms, it feels like she is, like she's tensed up, as though she were trying to make herself smaller.

"Ok," He whispers, feeling her tears soaking through his shirt as he holds her, and a tears falls down his own cheek, falling into her hair.

He would never forgive himself for this.