98 reviews! That's crazy! Sorry it's been longer than a day for an update, sadly that's going to happen sometimes. Probably a fair amount actually. The joys of being an adult, too much adulting to do and not enough hours in the day to sit writing about fictional characters. Such is life. Anyway wanted to get this up before I went to bed. Hope you enjoy it. It was a bit of a rush job in the end so I apologise in advance for any errors, if there are any my tired eyes aren't seeing them : )

When Alison woke to find herself tangled up in Emily her first thought was how perfect it felt. Her second thought was that she really best untangle herself and move to her own side of the bed. That was about half an hour ago, she just couldn't bring herself to move. Then she started questioning why she didn't want to move. No matter what justifications she tried to make the same reason kept popping up, she liked Emily. A fact she was having some trouble comprehending. Emily was a girl, Alison didn't like girls. Sure she'd admired when one was pretty, she could appreciate when someone was beautiful regardless of their gender. This however was not that. No girl had ever made Alison feel butterflies in her stomach just by smiling at her. No girl had ever made her blush just by looking her in the eyes. No girl had made her feel like she might set on fire just because they'd touched her. She continued her list before realising she needed to stop saying no girl, because honestly no man had either. No, these things were uniquely Emily, and they all pointed to one obvious fact. Alison liked her. Deciding to just shut her brain off and enjoy the moment she closed her eyes again. She would give herself five more minutes and then she would move before the brunette woke up. Just then Emily's phone started ringing from across the room.

"Shit." She heard muttered into her hair, as Emily gently escaped from Alison's embrace to race across the room. Alison opened her eyes the tiniest fraction to see Emily quickly answer her phone while looking over at her to see if she was still asleep. She must not have been able to see that her eyes had opened at all, as she sighed a breath of relief before whispering hello and leaving the room.

She was awake too. Was all Alison could think, she was awake and she didn't move. The thought brought the biggest smile to her face as she stretched her muscles out. Then the smile faded. Her life was about to get very complicated. Either Emily liked her too and there was the risk of them crossing a line there was no coming back from. Or Emily didn't like her like that, she was being polite not moving her and no line would be crossed. She wasn't sure which one would be better, she knew exactly which one she wanted.

Just then Emily came back into the room, "You're awake."

Not ready to have to deal with the ramifications of finding out the answer to her internal questions just yet, Alison lied. "Yeah I just woke up, where have you been?"

"I got a phone call, I stepped out for a moment. Didn't want to wake you up."

"Was it the police?"

"No, they still haven't been in touch." Emily paused. "It was Paige."

"Your ex-girlfriend?" Alison tried to sound casual. They had spoken briefly about this particular ex of the brunette's while they were out walking Pepe one evening. Emily had received a text from her to say she might be coming to the city soon and that they should meet up. Alison had asked a few questions about her and decided that she didn't like her. Emily didn't say anything bad about her. Just that they had split up when Emily left to go overseas the first time, apparently Paige thought it would be easier if they broke up. Alison had thought she sounded like an idiot.

"Yeah," Emily replied, sounding a little uncomfortable. "She's in the city and wants to meet up later."

"Are you going to?" Again Alison tried to keep her voice unaffected. Internally she was seething. She chose to leave Emily, what gave her the right to just come running back now that things were 'easier'.

"Can you think of any reason that I shouldn't?" Emily continued to sound uncomfortable.

Yes! Alison wanted to say. Firstly the stupid bitch left you when you probably needed her the most. Secondly she only got back in touch with you when it suited her, and thirdly the thought of you being in the same room as her makes me so jealous I want to scratch her eyes out!

Instead she took a breath and continued trying to be passive about the whole situation, "No, if you want to meet her you should."

"Okay." Maybe Alison was wrong but Emily sounded almost sad. "Do you mind if I jump in your shower?"

"Not at all, go right ahead. There's clean towels in there." Alison smiled, confused. Had Emily wanted her to tell her not to go?

"Thanks." Emily smiled back, but it never quite reached her eyes.

While Emily was in the shower Alison messaged Karen to arrange to have the car delivered since Carter was still in Florida. She didn't want Emily to have to go get it just come back. She also asked her to send some clothes for the tall brunette, filling her in on the previous evenings events. Partly so that she could deal with any calls to the office about it incase of a leak in the police department, partly to explain why Emily had stayed the night. She didn't want anyone getting the wrong impression. Whatever the wrong impression was.

Emily appeared back in the room 15 minutes later wrapped in only a towel.

"I just realised I don't have any clean clothes."

"Karen is sending some over with the car." Alison replied not looking at Emily's face, instead she was following the journey of the drop of water currently making its way down the brunette's chest and toward to top of the towel with great interest.

Emily cleared her throat, "Any idea when they'll arrive?"

Alison's head shot up and she blushed, "Maybe another 20 minutes? You could dry your hair while you wait. My stuffs all in there." Alison pointed to a door near the back of her bedroom. "It's like a dressing room type thing. I'm going to go get in the shower." She managed to stutter out and then exited the room swiftly. What was that woman doing to her?

There was an air of awkwardness throughout the day after that. It was a day filled with polite chit chat and painful silences. Something had changed in that room this morning, and Alison blamed Paige. The police had been in touch to say that they still hadn't managed to locate the stalker. They didn't have much to go on besides the physical description and New York was a big city. The details that the company from the party had were false, so all they could do was hope that they got lucky. A patrol car would pass the house regularly and she was to document any other happenings. Other than that there wasn't much they could do.

The day wasn't a busy one and Emily dropped Alison home around 6pm.

"Do you want to come in for a drink?" Alison had questioned as she walked up her steps.

"I can't, sorry." Emily spoke from the bottom. "I'm meeting Paige."

A heavy silence hung between them.

"See you tomorrow then." Alison spoke without looking at the brunette and walked through the door.

Emily was not having a good day. It had started off great, waking up with Alison in her arms had been amazing. All good things must come to an end though and boy did they. She hadn't even looked to see who was calling when she'd answered the phone, more concerned that she had woken up the beautiful blonde she'd left in bed. Hearing Paige's voice on the other end had been a pretty big shock. She supposed she was stupid for thinking that Alison felt the same way, but a part of her had hoped that by saying she was meeting Paige the blonde would have reacted in some way. Given her some kind of signal that she shouldn't, but she didn't seem to care. Maybe Emily was off her game, maybe she'd read the signals wrong. She knows that she didn't misinterpret the way Alison stared at her when she got out of the shower though. Confused was an understatement.

Emily met Paige at a local bar, she had agreed to meet for a drink. It had been five years since she'd last seen her ex and she was a little nervous. Not because she was looking for anything to happen but because she was worried that Paige was. They had been together for two years though and she felt she owed it to their history to at least say hello in person.

"Hey!" Paige waved from the table she was sat at as Emily entered. "I got you a beer."

"Thanks." Emily said taking a seat. "How have you been?"

"Good thanks," Paige smiled. "I'm working as a scout for Pepperdine, and there's a kid in New York they want me to look at, so here I am."

Paige and Emily had both been on the swim team at the university and Emily knew that if her dreams of Olympic glory didn't work out she'd ends up coaching, or something related to the sport.

"That's great Paige, I'm happy you're doing something you love." Emily was genuinely happy for the girl. She wasn't a bad person, she deserved it.

"What about you? Rumour has it you've left the army."

"The rumours are true."

"What are you doing in New York then?" Paige leaned toward her.

Emily instinctively leaned back, "I'm working in private security."

Emily's body language wasn't missed by Paige and she frowned. "You working for anyone exciting?"

"Nobody you'd know." Emily replied, she didn't know why she didn't tell her about Alison. There was just nothing to be gained. It would only open up a conversation about the blonde that she didn't want to have.

"Fair enough. So what have you been up to?"

That's how the conversation continued for the rest of the night. It wasn't overly awkward, in fact at some points when they had reminisced about times gone by it was actually enjoyable.

After a few drinks and a fair amount of laughs Emily looked at her watch.

"It's getting late, I really should be going." She told the girl opposite her.

"I'm here until the end of next week, it would be great to do this again. I've missed you Em" Paige replied, reaching for Emily's hand across the table.

Emily automatically withdrew her hand. Paige used to call her Em all the time, but something about it sounded wrong now. Paige frowned again at Emily's reaction.

"Unless there's someone else?"

"No, there's nobody else." Emily lied. Well it wasn't technically a lie. There was somebody else, but that somebody wasn't hers.

"Okay great, well I'll text you then?" Paige beamed at her.

"Errm yeah sure."

"See you later Em."

"Bye Paige."

Paige had already text her by the time she'd got back to the apartment.

'Thanks for tonight Em, it was so good to see you. I had a great time XXX'

Emily had ignored it and gone to bed.

A few days had passed since she'd met with Paige and her ex had text her everyday. Things continued to be weird with Alison. Every time Emily's phone would ping she could see Alison bristle. She wanted to just confront her about it but she daren't, too afraid that the blonde would reject her completely. She had told herself that she wasn't going to waste her time chasing a straight girl and she was going to stick to her guns.

Carter was back from Florida, his father was making a full recovery and Emily was glad to have the quiet man here again.

Her phone went off again.

"Doesn't she know you have a job?" Alison snapped from the back. "Maybe you could tell 'Paige'," she said the name with venom, "that she needs to contact you out of work hours."

Emily looked at her phone, annoyed that Alison dare take that tone with her. "Actually, it's Aria."

Aria Montgomery, well technically Fitz but she had kept her name due to its reputation, was another high school friend. One of the 'fantastic four' as Hanna had dubbed them. The talented photographer was another constant in Emily's life.

"Oh." Was all Alison had to say for herself.

"She wants to know if me and Hanna want to meet up with her later, she's in town for a job."

"Right, well, I'm sure that will be nice." Then Alison went back to staring out of the window.

They arrived at the event they were to attend, it was a charity luncheon. Alison didn't seem thrilled about going, but Emily suspected that was probably due the fact that she'd be sat at a table with her mother.

They walked to the entrance, Emily keeping her distance as Alison posed for the cameras. To look at her you'd never know anything was wrong. Even when she greeted her mother the mask never slipped. It bothered Emily, she realised she'd never really know what the girl was thinking unless she actually wanted her to. Then she followed her into the venue.

*click* There was a bright flash.

"Em? What the hell are you doing here?"

Once Emily had regained her sight she took in the girl before her.

"Aria? Hey!" Checking that Alison was ok she rushed toward the tiny brunette to hug her.

"I know you're working private security now but I didn't realise you were working for her." Aria whispered into her ear as they embraced.

"Yeah, it's different." Emily offered with a shrug.

"Well this is the job I've got in town, which I'm sure you'd already deduced. I better go actually do it but hopefully we'll bump into each other again before tonight."

"Yeah, I best go do mine too." Emily gave a wave to the girl as she departed to take more pictures for the charity.

"She seems nice." Alison said as she walked back over, there was a genuine smile on her face.

"Yeah she's great." Emily smiled back.

"Alison!" Jessica DiLaurentis was stood impatiently waiting to enter the hall where they would be seated. "Must you do everything at the speed of the slug you seem to be trying to impersonate."

Emily growled, clenched her fists and moved toward the elder DiLaurentis.

"I'm sorry do you have a problem?" Jessica addressed Emily with a scowl.

"Actually…" Emily began.

"No." Alison interrupted standing in front of Emily and reaching back to place her hand on her fist. "Everything is fine, lets go in."

Then they continued into the hall, Emily following diligently behind staring daggers into the back of Jessica's head wishing she had punched her in the throat.

The luncheon went by slowly as far an Emily was concerned. The meal if you could call it that, Emily did not class food that covered 2 inches of your plate a meal, went on forever. Followed by rich people buying things they didn't need for extortionate amounts during the auction. Emily was stood off to the side, out of the way but in view of Alison and her table. She was bored out of her mind. At least it was for charity. Aria finally bumped into her again just as the last lots were being announced.

"You look like you're having a great time." She laughed at Emily's clearly miserable face.

"Oh yeah, just living the dream." Emily answered sarcastically.

"So, I know it's not my place but how long has 'this' been going on." She asked with a smile pointing at Alison and back to Emily again.

"What do you mean?"

"I get that you have to keep it a secret, but she's not exactly being subtle." Aria scoffed.

"Really, I don't know what you mean Aria. There's nothing going on." Emily crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well I just took a picture that begs to differ."

Aria turned her camera so that Emily could see the display screen. On it was a closeup of Alison. A soft smile gracing her face, and bright eyes full of affection. She looked beautiful, and happy.

Emily just looked at Aria with questioning eyes.

"I took that when she was staring at you Em, she's been doing it all afternoon."

Emily couldn't stop the feeling of happiness that swelled up inside of her. Noticing Emily's change in disposition, Aria spoke again.

"Maybe you should just tell her how you feel? It's pretty obvious to me she feels that same."

If only it were that simple, Emily thought. "Oh, Aria. Ever the romantic still I see."

"What can I say, it got me a husband." She joked. "Look I'll see you tonight ok?"

"Yeah." Emily replied with a smile, staring at Alison. "Hey Aria." She called as the photographer walked away.

"I'll send you a copy Em."

"Thanks."

She pulled out her phone and typed out a text and pressed send.

'Paige I'm really sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I lied to you before. There is someone else. Take care of yourself. Emily."

The car ride back was silent except for Alison's tapping on her phone. Emily couldn't take it any longer.

"Hey Ali."

"Hmm" She didn't look up.

"I text Paige."

"Good for you." Alison said coldly still not taking her eyes off her phone.

"I told her I couldn't see her anymore."

Alison's head shot up from her phone.

"You did?"

"Yeah, it just…it didn't feel right."

Alison smiled.

By the time Carter dropped them off it was early evening.

"What time are you meeting Aria and Hanna?"

"Not for a few hours."

"Do you want to come in for a bit?" Alison asked.

"Yeah, I really would." Emily smiled and followed Alison up the steps.

They were sat in the in the kitchen with a glass of wine each.

"I've missed you Em." Alison said

"I haven't been anywhere." Emily said simply.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch." Alison looked down at her glass.

"I think the real question is why have you been such a bitch?" Emily asked with raised eyebrows.

"Do we have to do this now?" Alison continued to stare at her glass.

"I think we have to do this eventually, might as well be now." Emily answered softly.

Alison finally looked up to meet her eyes. They stayed like that for a while, just staring. They were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Pepe began barking loudly and growling.

"Wait here." Emily ordered before going to check the camera. "Holy shit."

There stood in a tuxedo with a bunch of roses in his hand was Alison's stalker.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me, this guy is a whack job."

"Em, who is it?" Alison asked coming up behind Emily, a shake in her voice.

"Ali go to your room with Pepe and call the police."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to answer the door, greet our guest and make sure he doesn't leave." Emily replied with a voice that was far calmer than she felt. She wasn't scared, she was just really fucking angry.

"Em, I don't think that's a good idea. What if he's dangerous?" Alison sounded terrified now.

"Well so am I." Emily growled. "I'm not taking the chance of losing this guy again, please just do as I asked Ali." She looked into Alison's eyes and placed a gentle hand on her cheek. "Please."

"Okay, but don't do anything stupid."

Well I fell for my boss, so it's a little late in the game for that Emily thought to herself.

Once Ali had gone upstairs and she'd heard the door shut she placed her gun into her waistband, opened the door and stepped out.

"Can I help you?" Emily asked once outside.

"I'm here to pick up Alison. We have a date."

"No, you don't. Why don't we just take a seat and talk?" Emily tried to speak softly to the unhinged man.

"You!" He suddenly shouted pointing at Emily, "You came between us! We were happy until you came! You ruined everything!"

"Hey man you need to calm down ok?" Emily said taking the mans arm and guiding him down the steps onto the street. Where the fuck were the police?

"GET OFF ME!" The man was hysterical now. "YOU! YOU DID THIS! YOU TURNED HER AGAINST ME!"

"You're not in your right mind, you need help. We can get you help." Emily continued to try and calm the man.

"AHHHH!"

He pulled out a knife and rushed Emily. She managed to grab the hand with knife and twisted sharply causing him to yelp and drop it with a clatter. However the momentum he was travelling with was too much and he plowed into her, tackling her down to the ground. She felt her back hit the concrete knocking the wind out her. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her. 'Suck it up Fields' she told herself bringing her head up sharply to head butt her attacker, who fell onto his back groaning in pain. Jumping up to stand over him Emily drew her weapon and pointed it at him.

"Stay the fuck down!" She ordered.

"BITCH!" The man yelled, trying to get to his feet, one hand holding his head.

Emily placed a foot on his chest to push him back down.

"I said stay down! I do not want to shoot you, but I will if I have to!"

"You wouldn't do it." The man sneered.

"Try me arsehole!" Emily spat. "It wouldn't be my first time."

The next thing she knew they were surrounded by sirens and flashing lights.

Two officers rushed in and cuffed the guy, reading him his rights as they went.

"We'll take it from here, why don't you go get yourself patched up?" Another officer said to Emily and pointed toward the ambulance.

"Emily!"

Emily turned to see Alison flying toward her.

"Why aren't you in the house?" Emily asked angrily.

"Because you got attacked by a lunatic with a knife and you're bleeding from your head and I'm worried about you!" Alison replied equally as angry.

"Well!..." Emily didn't really have a reply to that.

"Come on let's get you sorted out." Alison place an arm around her waist and led her to the ambulance.

The paramedics said she had a few bruised ribs from where she fell and a superficial head wound. The skin had split slightly above her right eye where she'd struck the man with her head. It didn't need stitches, just cleaning. They'd offered to take her in to get checked over but she had declined, saying she'd sort it out herself. Then man had been checked over also and was now on his way for a psychiatric evaluation.

She was texting Hanna and Aria to tell them there had been an incident and she wouldn't be able to make it.

"Hold still!" Alison complained.

She had insisted on cleaning Emily's head, so she was currently sat on the chair in Alison's dressing room with the blonde leaning over her. She had suggested that the bathroom might be a better place, what with the blood and all, but Alison's response had been that the dressing room had 'better lighting'. Her remarks that she was cleaning a cut, not taking a selfie had been met with a hard stare. She relented, realising that Ali was not in a joking mood.

"I am!" Emily complained back.

"I can't believe you went out there!"

Alison had been doing this for the last twenty minutes since the police left.

"I had to. It's my job." Emily had tried to explain.

"It's your job to get into a fight with a crazy man with a knife?"

"Well…yeah." Emily had replied honestly.

"I just don't understand why you couldn't have just waited inside with me until the police arrived."

"Because he might have left if nobody answered the door." Emily felt like they'd been going round in circles for the entire conversation.

"Well that's a good thing, I didn't exactly want him sticking around."

"If he'd have gone, he'd have only come back another time. He'd still be out there. I couldn't lose him."

"Well maybe if you had, then YOU wouldn't be sat here bleeding!" Alison shouted this time.

"Exactly!" Emily shouted back.

"I don't even know what that means!" Alison had straightened up now, abandoning Emily's cut.

"It means that if I had lost him it might not be me sat here bleeding Ali! It means that he could have found another way to get to you when I wasn't there, like he did at that party! I couldn't lose him Ali because I can't lose you!" Emily finished her rant and waited for Alison to yell back.

Instead two hands took either side of her face and Ali's soft lips pressed gently against her own. Then they were gone. Emily's eyes flickered open to see Alison staring into them.

"This is a bad idea." Emily managed to whisper out.

"It is." Alison agreed.

Then her lips were back on Emily's again. Emily responded eagerly this time. She hungrily bit Ali's bottom lip, who let out the most intoxicating moan in response. Using it to her advantage she slipped her tongue inside. She tasted like what Emily imagined heaven would be like. Losing all control now she grabbed the blonde by the hips and pulled her until she was straddling Emily on the chair. Alison placed her hands in Emily's hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

Eventually, needing oxygen, they parted. Resting their foreheads together, both panting heavily.

"Best bad idea ever." Emily smirked.

"It is." Alison agreed.

So there we go. Looks like Aria did make an appearance, bless her. Hope you're still enjoying it, if you are let me know. If you're not, well let me know that too. Hope you're all having a great day. As always much love!