A/N: For some reason when I posted chapter 6 yesterday the story didn't go to the top of the list like it usually does when there's an update. So, just in case some of you didn't notice there was another update, I posted chapter 6 last night. Here's chapter 7. Enjoy!

"This was a good idea," Paige remarked, digging into her food. She and Emily had gone out for dinner after her request to just get out for a while, and for the time being, she was feeling better. Talking to Spencer and admitting how guilty she felt had helped to some degree, and just spending any time with Emily was always enough to soothe her.

"It was," Emily agreed, watching as Paige shoveled her food into her mouth. She was glad to see her eating, and she wanted to keep her distracted so she didn't have time to think about it. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"I do?" Paige asked, surprised. "I mean, thank you, but I look like I got hit by a truck."

"Nah," Emily replied, leaning in to kiss her.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something," she continued, looking at Emily. "Caleb said you found my old Prozac in the medicine cabinet."

"I'm sorry, I was just-."

"You don't need to apologize, Em," she assured her. "Spencer suggested I go back on them. I have an appointment with Dr. Kingston tomorrow, and I was hoping you would come with me."

Emily nodded, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. She was relieved beyond words that Paige was getting help.

"Absolutely."

By the time they left it was dark and windy, a reminder that fall was here to stay. The two women hurried to their car, neither one dressed for such weather, failing to notice the figure lurking in the shadows by the restaurant.

"It's cold," Paige complained as she started the car. Emily nodded, shivering in the seat next to her. Paige looked at her, and Emily's stomach flipped with excitement as the lust she could see in her eyes. "I was thinking we could go back to my place."

"Yeah," Emily whispered, leaning in to kiss her. Paige kissed her back with passion, finally seeming like her old self again. Emily was relieved, not just for herself, but mostly because she hated seeing Paige in pain.

Once they started, they found it hard to stop. Emily was practically sitting in her lap, occasionally leaning on the horn as they made out. She could feel Paige's hands sliding under her blouse, and she didn't have the will power to stop her.

"Forget my place," she mumbled into Emily's mouth.

"Paige….. someone's gonna see."

"Who?" she asked. "No one's anywhere near us."

She was right. The parking lot was almost empty, and the nearest car was far enough away that they wouldn't be able to see them in the dark.

"Okay," she agreed, ripping her shirt off.

"Backseat," Paige replied, pulling Emily with her. Emily moaned as she felt Paige's hands under her skirt, rubbing her clit through her underwear. She would be lying if she said this wasn't exciting. She had never had sex in a car before, and she was too aroused to care about the possibility that someone could see them. What she didn't know was that someone was nearby, watching their every move.

"Paige," she gasped as Paige took a nipple into her mouth.

"I've missed this," she whispered, kissing the valley between Emily's breasts. Emily chuckled.

"Babe, it hasn't been that long."

"I mean feeling normal," she replied, looking up at her. Emily kissed her gently. "I love you, Emily."

"I love you, too," she replied, her eyes closing as Paige's fingers slipped inside of her.

"You're so beautiful," Paige whispered, watching Emily's expressions of pleasure. She hit her clit with each thrust, Emily's legs beginning to tremble as straddling her became more and more difficult.

It didn't take long for Emily to come, collapsing on top of Paige as she stroked her hair, leaving her fingers inside of her until she was finished. She looked at Paige, gasping for breath, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You are so good," she whispered, stretching out.

"Why, thank you."

"As soon as I get my energy back, it's your turn," Emily purred, capturing Paige's lips in a passionate kiss.

"Take your time," Paige replied, feeling relaxed at having Emily lying on top of her. This was exactly what she had needed, a worry free night with nothing but Emily. "I'm glad we went out tonight."

"Me, too," she agreed, gently touching her cheek. She slid her hand down between her legs, cupping her wet center. "You're soaked."

Paige groaned in response. Emily slid two fingers inside of her, watching as Paige let out a moan of relief, her eyes sliding closed.

When they were finished they lay there in the back of Paige's car, wordlessly running fingers through each other's hair. The parking lot was now empty except them, and while they both wanted to go home, neither one cold bring themselves to move.

"Tonight was perfect," Paige remarked softly. Emily smiled.

"I agree."

Suddenly, a car's headlights flashed, drawing her attention. She peered out of the window, frowning as she saw a car parked not too far from them, high beams on. They hadn't been there a moment ago. Besides, the restaurant was closed. Why would anyone show up now?

She could think of one person. The one who had been following Paige around.

"Paige," she hissed, keeping her sight on the car as she pulled her shirt back on. "We need to go."

"Emily?" Paige asked in alarm as she struggled to sit up, zippering her pants.

"There's a car out there that just showed up. The restaurant's closed."

"Fuck," Paige muttered, climbing back into the front seat and buckling herself in. She glanced next to them, seeing the same car that had followed her back from Emily's apartment a couple weeks ago. It was him. "God fucking damn it!"

"Shh. It's okay," Emily soothed, although her heart was pounding as Paige started the car. The car next to them started up, too.

"Call Toby," she instructed as she roared out of the parking lot. "Tell him we're being followed."

"What if he has a gun?" Emily asked, her eyes wide with fear.

"No," Paige replied, keeping an eye on the car in the rearview mirror as Emily called Toby. "If this is the same person who killed Alison, guns aren't his thing. He's far more personal."

"Toby? It's Emily," she started frantically. "We're being followed." She paused a moment. "Paige? Where are we?"

"River Road," she replied.

"We're on River Road. It's a black Honda."

"Hold on tight," Paige warned her, and turned suddenly, breathing a sigh of relief as the car flew down the other road. "I think we lost him."

"I think he's gone," Emily repeated. "Okay. We will. Should we try to get a license plate? Yeah. Thanks."

She hung up, her eyes glistening with tears. She was shaking, and Paige felt terrible.

"I'm scared."

"I know," she replied gently. "I am, too."

"Can I go back to your apartment with you?"

"Of course. Don't worry, Em. I'll keep you safe."

They drove back to Paige's apartment, making sure to lock the door once they were inside. She went looking for Caleb since he had the night off work, finding a note instead telling her he had gone to a bar with Hanna. She showed Emily the note, glad to see her smirk when she read it.

"I knew it," she replied, kicking off her shoes.

"You want to take a warm shower?" Paige asked, setting the note back down. The car following them has started to undo her nerves again, and she needed to relax.

"That sounds really good," Emily agreed. She followed Paige to the bathroom, where they undressed and waited for the water to grow warm before getting inside.

They stood under the water, holding each other as they both tried to settle down. It had been an insane past week to say the least, and they were both tired. Paige especially. She was partially looking forward to going back on her medication, although she would never admit it. But she was getting tired of feeling so panicked.

After their shower they went to Paige's bedroom and dressed in pajamas, getting ready for bed before snuggling together under the blankets. Paige found Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets just starting on TV, and Emily couldn't help but chuckle at how excited she got when she saw Dobby jumping on Harry's bed.

"I love this movie!" she exclaimed. She blushed. "Uh, I mean…. yeah. I'm a total dork."

"I think that's cute," Emily assured her, kissing the top of her head. "Besides, who doesn't love Harry Potter?"

"So we can watch it?" she asked hopefully. Emily smiled.

"I would love to," she replied, snuggling closer to her.

They watched in a comfortable silence for a little while, just enjoying being near each other. Paige actually seemed relaxed and Emily was feeling less afraid, too, although the whole thing was still nagging in the back of her mind. If this was the person who killed Alison, they were dangerous, and she was sure they wouldn't hesitate to do it again. But the thing that was really puzzling her was why someone would go after Paige and Alison. The only relationship they had was in the classroom, and from what Paige had told her it wasn't a very good one. Ian would have almost made sense since she had caught him hurting her, but now that he was ruled out, she had no idea what to think.

"Em?" Paige asked softly. Emily looked at her. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

"What?" she asked in surprise. "Of course not. Why would you ask that?"

"Just….. because of everything, really. How messed up I've been, the fact that tomorrow I have to-."

"Stop," Emily cut in. "I don't think you're crazy. Not even a little."

Paige sighed with relief. Emily kissed her gently, sliding her arm around her.

"Do you want me to go with you tomorrow, Paige? You know, just sit in the waiting room so I'm there when you're done?"

"I would really like that," she replied with a small smile. "Thank you."

"Anything for you."

They were silent for a moment, watching the TV again. The mood had been lightened and this time when Paige turned to Emily she was grinning.

"I hope Caleb and Hanna go back to your apartment instead of here."

"I didn't even think of that," Emily replied, smiling herself. "I guess we deserve it, though."

"Well," Paige replied, pulling her in for a soft kiss. "We'll just have to drown them out."

"Sydney," Paige called as she saw her walking down the hallway. She didn't teach classes on Thursday but was trying to catch up on her own research, but she wanted to apologize to her before their lecture the next day.

"Hi, Dr. McCullers."

"Sydney, I am really, really sorry about yesterday. I…. I can't excuse my taking out my frustration on you, but I hope you know that it wasn't meant to be personal."

"I know," Sydney replied, smiling at her. "I need to learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes."

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. And I'm really sorry."

"It's okay," she assured her. "Are you feeling better?"

"I think so," she replied. "I'll let you go. See you tomorrow."

Sydney waved to her and disappeared around the corner. She sighed with relief. That was one less thing she had to worry about. She turned to go back to her lab and came face to face with Ezra, almost screaming in surprise.

"Ezra! What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," he replied. He looked nervous.

"About what?"

"Can we go to your lab?"

"Sure."

He followed her to her lab, watching as she closed the door behind them. She folded her arms expectantly.

"Officer Cavanaugh called to talk to me. They basically implied that because of my, um, allegations about dating a student, they want to talk to me about Alison."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. I guess they think I'm a criminal."

"Ezra….. you never hurt Aria. She's an adult. What you're doing isn't a crime."

"I know that and you know that. But they don't seem to agree."

"That's fucked up."

"I know."

"Has anyone ever seen you with Alison? Outside of class?"

"No! I don't talk to her outside of class!"

"Try not to worry," she told him. "If you're innocent, they won't be able to arrest you."

"If?" he asked, frowning.

"It's an expression, Ezra. You know I believe you."

He looked at her with such intensity that for a brief crazy moment she wondered if maybe he could have hurt Alison. No. That didn't make any sense.

"I could talk to Toby," she offered.

"No. Don't get involved."

"Okay. Well….. I'm here if you want to talk."

He just looked at her and left, closing the door behind him. She sighed, sitting down at one of the benches. She guessed he was upset the police were after him, and she really couldn't blame him. Having a consensual relationship with an adult was not worthy of being questioned about a brutal murder.

She gasped as her door flew open, Mona coming into the room.

"Jesus, Mona!"

"Sorry. I guess I should have knocked," she replied, sitting down across from her. "Feeling any better?"

"I guess. I'm going to see Dr. Kingston today so he can put me back on my anxiety meds."

"Good."

"How about you?"

"I'm okay," she replied. "I didn't really know her, so once I got over my initial shock I was okay. I feel really bad for you, though."

"I'm fine," she assured her.

"Did you see the news? It wasn't her boyfriend."

"I know. It doesn't make sense."

"Paige," she started gently. "I know you feel sorry for her, but from what I understand she had a lot of enemies. She wasn't a nice person."

"It doesn't mean she deserved to die."

"I know that, honey. But there are a lot of people in this world who don't react well when people hurt them. If you're nasty to the wrong person…"

"I get the point," she replied, running her fingers through her hair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't come here to stress you out."

"I know," Paige replied, smiling at her. "I'm okay, Mona. Really."

"I'm glad you came to see me, Paige," Dr. Kingston told her, offering her a gentle smile.

"Thank you for seeing me."

"Of course. Are you feeling better from when this all happened?"

"I guess. But I keep having panic attacks."

"I want to tell you right away that your response is perfectly normal. You went through something horrifying, Paige, and I would be worried about you if you weren't panicked."

"Can you make the panic attacks stop?"

"According to your old records you were on Prozac, correct?"

"Yes."

"I'll put you back on that, then. It should definitely help, and I would recommend coming back here to talk."

"Okay," she agreed. "Thank you."

"Of course," he replied. "Now, why don't you start from the beginning?"

When she left his office with Emily she was definitely feeling better. She told that to Emily and didn't miss her relieved smile.

But that relief was quickly shattered. They got back to Paige's apartment and went up to the fourth floor, but when they stopped outside her door they found it was slightly open. Frowning, Paige looked at it, knowing she locked it before she had left. Sometimes Caleb forgot to lock it, but he wouldn't forget to close it.

"Stay here," Paige whispered, pushing the door open.

"Paige!"

"Caleb?" she called. "Are you here?"

No answer. She debated going in and looking around, but she decided that if someone was in there she didn't really want to come face to face with them. She beckoned for Emily to follow her back into the lobby, where they called the police and waited for them to show up.

They waited downstairs while Toby and his partner, Garrett Reynolds, searched their apartment for signs of robbery. Emily sat burrowed into Paige's side, holding her hand while they waited for news of what was going on.

"There's no sign of anyone," Toby reported when he and Garrett came downstairs. "Whoever it was is long gone. The bad news, though, is that I don't think it was a random break in. Nothing big seems to be missing. It was probably your guy."

"So, now what?" Paige asked, exasperated. "This guy knows how to get in to where I live. What do I do?"

"I'm sorry, Paige," he told her, and she knew he meant it. "I can't really help you."

She buried her face in her hands. She felt Emily rubbing her back soothingly.

"We don't even know who this guy is," Emily told Toby. "How can we protect ourselves?"

"My professional advice? Buy a gun and an alarm system."

"There aren't any fingerprints? Nothing?" Paige asked.

"Probably anything we find would belong to you or Caleb."

"Fuck me," she muttered, placing her face back in her hands.

"You're sure you've told me everything? There's no one you can think of who would want to hurt you?"

"I don't know," she whined. "Could it be Ian? Maybe he's angry that I encouraged Alison to get a restraining order?"

"It's very unlikely, but I can look into it. Call me if you think of anyone else."

"I will," she replied softly. She watched them leave, her vision blurred with tears. This was going too far and she had no idea how to stop it. She didn't know who would want to scare her like this and why they would break into her apartment. "Emily?"

"Yes?"

"Can we go back to your place for tonight?"

"Of course, honey," she replied gently, standing up. "Come on. I'll help you pack some things."

They went up to the apartment, Paige calling Caleb to explain what happened while she threw some clothes into a bag. She wanted to get away for a while, unnerved at the fact that this person was capable of getting inside her home. He could have touched her clothes. He could have sat on her bed. The thought made her want to throw up.

They got back to Emily's apartment and made their way to the bedroom. Paige sat down on the bed, sighing.

"What are we going to do, Em?"

"I wish I knew," she replied, sitting down next to her. "You know we're in this together, right? And I'm always here for you?"

"I know," she replied, smiling. "Thank you, love."

Emily smiled at the pet name, pulling Paige in for a hug. She felt so powerless, and she needed to get to the bottom of this, no matter how she had to do it.

"Hey, Em? I was thinking, since we have fall break next week, we can go see my parents in Maine. I'd love for them to meet you, and I think we need to get out of here for a while."

"Sounds good to me," Emily agreed. It wouldn't solve all their problems and it certainly wouldn't catch the guy following them around, but it would give them a much needed rest and maybe give them the strength they needed to figure out who was behind this.