A/N: Happy Easter weekend guys. So I'm pretty new to PLL fanfiction but I've been desperate to write something Haleb for months. This is set after the season 6 finale, with a few details altered - you'll figure it out :)

It's a two-part story so if you enjoy, please drop a review at the end. xxx

Black and White Love

"Caleb." It was only Ezra's hand steadying him that stopped him from falling down that hole. Everything was shaking: his hands, his legs, his heart. "It isn't your f-"

"-Of course it is." He took a step back, shouting now. "Of course it's my fault; If I hadn't let her...If I'd just thought about it. I mean, why the hell didn't I check the floor!? What if she's hurt? If she's trapped somewhere or she can't breathe or-"

"We'll find her." Aria said, significantly more confidently than she felt. "She's Hanna. She'll be okay."

Caleb took a large step back, ran his hands through his hair and slammed a fist against the wall, leaving a dent in his wake. He glanced at the hole once more and then jumped down it.

"Caleb, what are you doing?"

"Saving Hanna." He muttered, squatting down so that he could better see the tunnel. "Pass me that flashlight."

"I'll come with you." Ezra said, grabbing a second flashlight. "Aria, you go-"

"-Stay with Aria. We need to stop leaving them alone." Caleb said, sweat forming beads on his forehead. "And tell Spencer I'm sorry."

The tunnel snaked around the lodge and came up again in the woods. Caleb coughed as he drew in fresh air and spat out a salty mixture of dust and saliva. And panic. There were no thoughts in his head other than her face only inches from his, and a sort-of hot wind rushing through his ears.

He wasn't even aware that he was making a decision as he looked up towards the sky and headed to the east. The ground bore no signs of a struggle, of two pairs of footprints or drag marks. There were no tyre tracks or drops of oil as he shone his flashlight against the bark of the trees and the shades of brown dirt he was so sick of seeing. But then, something. Something shiny and unforgiving in the bright light of the flashlight's beam: her engagement ring.

Picking it up, Caleb examined the band for blood. He hadn't realised he'd been holding his breath until he saw that both band and stone were free of red. Stuffing it in his pocket, he ran between the gaps in the trees until he finally reached the main road.

Ezra and Aria were examining the tunnel as the door flew open ahead of Spencer and Toby.

"Oh my God!" Spencer ran towards the hole, managing only not to fall down in as a result of Toby pulling her back. "Wait, where's Caleb?"

Aria looked towards Ezra, then back to Spencer. "He followed the tunnel. He's looking for Hanna."

It was silent for a couple seconds too long; everybody fully understanding what that meant.

"Is there any blood? Any sign that she's been hurt?" Toby asked.

"Other than the hole in the floor and the fact she's not here?" Aria replied, her wide eyes narrowed slightly. "Sorry."

"There doesn't seem to be any blood here." Ezra told them. "No drag marks on the wood or on the floor. No shoeprints either."

"I'll call Caleb." Spencer told them, backing away from the hole as Toby let go of her arm.

The vibration in his pocket didn't even stop him from running. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been running for, or exactly where he was headed. All he was aware of was the town of Rosewood coming a little closer into view.

"Hanna?" He gasped, choking on the sudden intake of air.

"It's me." Spencer replied solemnly. "Where are you?"

He had to stop then, bending over to gather as much oxygen as he could. It was at that moment that Caleb realised the amount of dust in his eyes as it pricked and stung, making them water.

"Somewhere between the motel and Rosewood. Closer to Rosewood."

"Are you ok?"

"Spence, I gotta go."

Caleb pressed 'end' on the call before she had chance to respond and continued his run.

"Is he ok? Where is he?" Aria asked as Spencer stared at the screen on her cell.

"Yeah." She answered softly, the wavering in her whisper betraying her. "He's fine."

"Did he say where he was?"

"Somewhere between here and Rosewood."

"He ran there?!" Ezra asked.

"He's saving Hanna." Spencer answered again. "He'd run across the country if he had to."

"Spence are you ok?" Toby's voice hung in the air.

She wiped away a tear. "I'm fine. I just...I can't believe we let them talk us into agreeing to their stupid plan. A's always a step ahead and every time we think we can outsmart that b-"

"-You know they would have done it anyway." Aria replied. "At least we know how A got in here. We just need to figure out what to do next."

The buildings were brown and grey blurs, morphing into one seemingly liquid row. As Caleb slowed to a stop to rest his hand on a wall in a vain attempt to inhale enough air to placate his lungs for a further few minutes, he used his free hand to wipe his face. The salt from his sweat was doing nothing to help his watering eyes, and realising his hands were no cleaner, he tugged upwards at his shirt using the inside of it to wipe away as much dirt as he could. His hands were still shaking. Only then did Caleb look down. One leg of his pants was stuck to his leg, soaked with red and brown. He hadn't even felt any pain - let alone realised he'd been hurt somewhere.

The air surrounding the town's streets felt heavy and suffocating, thick with humidity and his ever-increasing panic as to Hanna's safety - or lack of it. What if he'd run in the wrong direction? Hanna could be miles away and he could be stranded in Rosewood- debilitated.

The police station loomed like a bad omen only a few blocks away. There simply seemed too many places to look; the graveyard, backyards, empty buildings, the high school - any of them could be where she was. Or wasn't. And then Caleb noticed the church, perched unrepentant in the past few years' incidents. His feet were running again before he'd even fully realised where he was headed.

"Hanna!" His voice didn't seem to belong to him. It seemed detached and high-pitched, consumed with worry - no, terror. "Hanna!"

Something creaked. Wood. Above him.

"Hanna! Can you hear me? Hanna!" He was screaming now, completely detached from rationalisation. His feet were on the steps of the bell tower. And that's when he saw it. Above him, a figure in black dragging something. Something with blonde hair. Someone with blonde hair. And that someone was her. He knew without looking; he could feel the air being knocked out of him as waves of blonde hung over the top of the tower, draping the wooden beams in beautiful silken strands.

There was a single moment of clarity in Caleb's head for the first time since he'd kissed Hanna in the motel room. He wasn't sure how long it lasted or how he'd been able to reason this, but he knew he wasn't going to make it to the top of that tower in time. Him letting her down was the reason she was up there. He wasn't going to do it again.

"Aria and I will follow this tunnel." Ezra told the rest of the group. "You two should take the car and head back to town. Look anywhere you think Hanna could be: backyards, woods, graveyard, abandoned buildings. Just anywhere and everywhere."

"And when you find the end of that tunnel?" Toby asked the other male.

"We'll look for clues, any sign that indicates the direction they went in."

Toby looked toward Spencer who nodded her agreement.

"And guys?" Ezra called toward the pair. "No more splitting up. Nobody gets left alone."

Toby set his mouth in a hard line before softening his expression at his former girlfriend. "Agreed."

"Where do we start?" Toby asked as Spencer buckled herself in to the passenger seat.

"I don't know. My backyard? The graveyard? I…" Her voice faltered as she caught sight of herself in the side mirror. Her hair had fallen out of the neat bun at the back of her head and was beginning to frame her face in loose, waving tendrils. The mascara she'd so carefully applied earlier had smudged with tears she hadn't realised were leaking from her eyes and her skin was ashen and dull. "I look old."

"Spence…"

"We're too old for this now. I haven't had a plan - a proper plan - in months and I actually think I don't care anymore. I'm tired of keeping secrets. I'm tired of lying. I'm tired of trying to outsmart someone I don't know. I'm tired of pretending to be okay."

Toby reached over to brush her tears away from her cheeks, catching her top lip ever-so-softly as he did so. "We find Hanna tonight. Then we tell the police everything." His eyes weren't even on the road anymore. "And then it's over."

The lights of the town arrived in their vision like lines of confusion. Any route could take them the completely wrong way. Or the right one. Neither needed to spell out the consequences if they took too long; Hanna - and now possibly Caleb too - would be in further danger.

And it came then, like an announcement of transparency: the bell tower.

The door to the church was open and yet there were no lights illuminating the place.

"Hanna!? Caleb!?"

Spencer and Toby moved carefully, stepping lightly on each wooden floorboard so as not to miss anything, any clues, any details - however tiny - that could lead them to the two in danger. It was Spencer's scream first, then Toby's half-strangled shout that resounded around the building which had seen more than its fair share of secrets.

They were there - the two of them - lying in a crumpled heap of black and red. Caleb's left leg was bent at a 45 degree angle, his right soaked in red and brown. His torso was twisted in toward Hanna, her head partly against his chest as blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. Between them, crushed and missing all but one petal, was a single lilac flower.