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I just stood there as Peter and Jason sat across from one another.

This was such a rare occurrence that I couldn't pass the opportunity to pass it up; especially since it might get my mind off the bad news I had just received.

I looked around for a seat, but there were only two and they were both occupied. So I sat on the edge of the brick plant pot next to the table. It was off to the side, and out of the way so no one could go through me. Not only was it the perfect place to listen in, but also to spot anyone I knew in case they appeared.

"Thank you for meeting me," Peter said and it almost seemed like he was nervous.

"Does your wife know you are here?" Jason asked, keeping his tone neutral. I wasn't surprised by the lack of emotion given the lack of relationship between father and son.

"Yes; we don't keep secrets from each other anymore," Peter answered.

"Since the heart attack?" Jason inquired and Peter nodded. I concluded that Peter wasn't just fixing his relationship with his immediate family but the extended as well.

"So how are you?" Peter asked after a minute of silence and making the first move so to speak.

"Fine; trying to stay away from the house and Alison," Jason stated and I found the comment surprising since it was so blatant.

"That's understandable given what she did to your sister," Peter said, nodding in approval. Now this conversation had my full attention, since Peter Hastings has never acknowledged Jason's link to Spencer and the rest of the Hastings.

"And what she did to Mona," Jason added firmly. I was both astounded and touched that another person believed that Alison killed me.

"Like I keep explaining to Spencer; the police have investigated Alison, she had an alibi. I would like her to be guilty too, since it would mean that the police would stop listening to that little liar," Peter said, anger in his voice.

"Alison was involved, mark my words. It's hard to believe that I share blood with the sociopath," Jason said, and I could hear the disgust in his voice. This was getting good since the last time I saw Jason, he had nothing but sadness for his sister.

What the heck did Alison do in the months that I was gone to alienate him?

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about; it might be in your best interest to leave town for a while," Peter said and I saw Jason narrow his eyes.

"You want me gone," accused the younger man, fire in his eyes.

"No; I want you safe. Something is about to happen and I want you out of it," Peter corrected, pressing his point by leaning forward.

"You mean Leona Vanderwaal and her lawsuit," Jason stated and Peter was caught by surprise.

"How did you find out about that?" Peter asked, leaning back, astounded. I was equally surprised and curious.

"I saw her after the funeral and offered my condolences. When she accidently let it slip that she was going to sue Alison, I offered my help," his son explained and I blinked a few times, not sure what to think.

"Are you sure you want to do that; Alison is still your sister," Peter said, though he seemed relieved that Jason was siding with my mother.

"Spencer is my sister and she needs my help," was all that Jason said and his father nodded."I am just trying to warn you that there will be consequences for you siding with Leona. Just be safe," Peter said, and he actually sounded like a caring father when he said that. I was now annoyed to have missed the reconciliation between those two.

The two discussed various things and they seemed to be bonding; if I wasn't so bored with it, I might have found it touching. Other than the times with me and my mother, watching family moments always seemed pointless since they never amounted to anything. I had watched countless moments between the girls and their parents, including Alison; all they did was lie.

When it became apparent that nothing was going to be said that I needed, I got up and walked away from the two; hoping to find something else to keep me distracted.

I walked into the building, so that I could check out the new decorum. It matched the Italian themed style from the outside, though I found the dark green and red coloring that lined the walls a little ugly. There was some new equipment for cooking, and I saw what looked like a Panini machine on the counter. There were only a few customers inside for the moment, and since there was no one I knew, I didn't see the point in staying.

That was when I spotted a familiar face in the window outside.

The last time I saw Lucas was at my funeral, and he seemed at the time to be sad that I was dead. I now watched as he ducked into a building across the street, looking to see if he was followed before doing so. I found that interesting and my curiosity grew, I made my way to the building; going through everything without a care.

The brown bricked building from the outside looked empty and had a "for rent" sign on the front; the windows were all covered with white blinds that prevented anyone from looking inside. Moving through the door, I noticed that it was triple bolted to prevent anyone from picking the lock.

It seemed that Lucas had something to hide and I planned to find out what.

As I walked down the hallway, the old wooden floorboards beneath my feet, I felt slightly anxious since it was rather dark and eerie. Though I would have enjoyed the environment if I had been alive, it felt out of place since I was now a ghost. I think it was also the fact that I was dressed in casual clothing instead of all black in a hoodie.

I passed various closed doors as I moved throughout the building, all of them empty. This building seemed to have once housed apartments and then office space from the looks of things. From the cracks on the walls as well as the peeling paint and rotten wood, this place had not been used in a while. This was surprising given that Rosewood never really expanded and every space within the town was always used for something.

I heard something from my left and I went through the wall into another hallway. At the end was a light coming from a cracked door but that wasn't what caught my attention; it was the camera disguised as a smoke detector above me on the right. In fact, I had seen a number of them as I moved through the building and would not be surprised that they held cameras as well. I also saw a motion sensor as well, hidden in a crack in the floorboards. At least Lucas has been smart with his security.

I proceeded forwards at a quickened pace, wanting the quench my curiosity at what Lucas was hiding. When I reached the end and went into the lit room, my eyes bulged at what it contained.

When I designed my lair, I had created a shrine to Alison by putting lots of pictures everywhere on the walls. The Liars and others assumed that this shrine was depicting my love for the blonde as well as admiration; they couldn't be any more wrong. That shrine was a monument to my absolute hatred for Alison, my desire to bring her down as well as expose her for the monster that she was.
Now I was staring at a shrine to myself; almost mimicking the one that I had built to Alison.

There were differences of course; one being that the shrine was more of a dedication to my memory than something negative. The pictures of me lacked any holes in the eyes and I was smiling in all of them; definitely more positive than the ones I had of Alison. As I looked around, I saw hoodies and other disguises. There was a desk with a laptop and an old wooden chair, probably leftover from the building when it was an office.

I saw Lucas sitting at another desk, going over from what appeared to be a police report. He was dressed in casual clothing, a red shirt and blue jeans, and he looked different than when I last saw him. He had a bit more facial hair, almost having a mini beard, and seemed sickly as if he hadn't been eating right. I remember him being like this back in high school during our freshman year, when Alison's taunting had gotten the best of him.

A part of me wondered if he had gone over to the enemy; that maybe he was Alison's partner. But that thought was quickly dismissed since Lucas hated Alison too much to ever be on her side; especially when it came to Hanna. Sure, he was jealous of Caleb; but he valued his closeness with Hanna too much to put it in jeopardy ever again.

Plus Alison would never tolerate a shrine dedicated to me; she always needed to be in the lime light.

"Is this for me Lucas?" I asked softly as I watched him.

I had to say that I was completely surprised by his behavior; I had figured that he would have run after my funeral. Lucas may have been a valuable ally, but he was, sadly, a coward as well. I recognized this and sympathized instead of getting angry with him. This was why I cut him loose under favorable circumstances and allowed him to move on.

I heard the sound of an alarm going off and Lucas quickly moved to the laptop to see what had triggered it. I looked over his shoulder and saw a person in a black hoodie heading this way. The way the hoodie acted on camera told me that Lucas was expecting him or her since he had a lack of concern on his face. Also the hoodie on camera didn't even try to sneak around.

"You're late," Lucas said, annoyed when the hoodie walked into the room. I stood in the corner so that I could stay out of the way while still getting a full view of the situation.

"I'm sorry; it was hard to get past Aria this morning," Mike said as he pulled back the hood. My jaw dropped and I blinked a few times, not sure what to think.

"Oh no," I whispered to myself, feelings of guilt and heartbreak flooding me. It was bad enough seeing Lucas like this but to have Mike drawn in was too much. I hand my head low but still do my best to overhear the conversation.

"There was nothing for the cops to trace back to you," Lucas said as he crossed his arms and stared at Mike. He sounded angry and I had a sinking feeling as to what.

"What are you talking about?" Mike asked, sounding defensive.

"Your little stunt at Alison's house the other night," Lucas answered, glaring at the younger teen. I felt a little relieved to be honest since it meant that Lucas had not ordered Mike to do that stupid thing.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mike lied and it was such an easy lie to see though that even on of the girl's parents could see right through it.

"Don't lie to me; remember our agreement? We were only going to watch Alison and her every move, not go after her with random attacks," Lucas chided and I found it good to know that this setup was for a more benign operation than just revenge.

"I was just angry; seeing her mother at the funeral and watching her cry just made me want to act," Mike admitted and he looked sorry for what he did.

"Well you need to hold it in or find some other outlet because if you get caught by the police or "A" finds out then there will be trouble," Lucas pressed with force to make Mike understand.

They knew about "A"; that was interesting. Lucas never knew about me taking orders from Redcoat/Alison/Uber A since he was on his way out so I never bothered to tell him. Mike, when I was still alive, didn't know anything about what was happening behind the scenes. So at some point after my death, these two found out and I was curious to how. As well as to what they were planning.

"But wouldn't me doing this be a good thing? You said that we needed to provoke Alison in some way so that when she acts, we'd be there to watch her," Mike argued as he sat down at the table located.

"Not if it exposes us or endangers people. It's good for you that we aren't on "A's" radar and that the girls had alibis," Lucas countered, taking a seat opposite from Mike and still maintaining that frown on his face.

"It won't happen again," Mike stated sheepishly and bowed his head. Lucas just sighed and shook his head.

"Well it did seem to work; Alison went out in a hoodie early that morning and didn't come back for a few hours," Lucas informed and Mike looked up at him while I narrowed my eyes.

"Where did she go?" Mike asked enthusiastically and I was curious to that as well.

"I lost track of her after she left Rosewood. It might have been Brookhaven or Ravenswood so I don't know. My network hasn't extended out that far yet," Lucas informed, not happy about it.

"So we don't have anything," Mike said, frustrated and angry.

"It's something; we just have to be patient," Lucas stated and Mike didn't look convinced. Heck, I wasn't convinced and all I had left was patience.

"We haven't even found her body let alone evidence that Alison killed her," said my former boyfriend as he looked over at the giant photo of me on the wall and I could hear the pain in his voice.

"You're right and I feel like an amateur. Mona would have yelled at me by now and taken over," Lucas claimed as he looked at the photo as well.

"Probably," I admitted as I thought about it.

"At least she's at peace," Mike said and my blood started to boil.

"I swear to any deity that is listening that if one more person says "I am at peace", I am going to figure out a way to knock them to the ground with a broken nose," I snarled angrily. The lights flickered overhead and both guys looked at one another in confusion while I tried to calm myself.

Another alarm went off and while was startled, Mike and Lucas jumped into action. Mike went for the baseball bat while Lucas went straight to his laptop to see who it was. After looking at the screen, Lucas waved his hand and Mike lowered the bat. I took this as a sign that it was all clear and that they knew the visitor,

"Maybe he'll have something this time," Lucas said and Mike just shrugged his shoulders.

"You guys have a third member of this group?" I asked them, not keeping the curiosity out of my voice. The fact that only Caleb could hear me was starting to get on my nerves.

It was about a minute before the mysterious third conspirator entered the room, hoodie and all. It wasn't like the days of when I was "A" where the hoodies I wore were all black; this was more store bought low end stuff than what I used back in the day. When he pulled back the hood and revealed his face, I nearly fainted.

"Jason?"

Please R&R and a special thanks to Paraddicted for the pre-read! Also, have you guys caught me new Dark Spona fic "Sweet Sacrifice"? I'd love to know what you think.