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I sighed, trying to ease the constant fear and panic that gripped my chest. It's almost hilarious that my whole life I've dealt with this weight on my chest. Only for it to become unbearable in the face of A.

"Is this appropriate for a funeral?" Hannah asked, strutting into the kitchen in a short, tight, date-night red dress.

Ashely Marin (Hannah's mom) starred wide eyed for a moment, before chocking out a quick no. I bit my lip to keep the laugh from bubbling out. 

"I still don't understand why we're going to this thing?" Hannah said with a sigh, throwing her hands out.

I sighed, also not knowing why we were doing this.

"He was a police officer. Even though he wasn't a great one-"

"That's an understatement." I muttered.

"-doesn't mean our presence won't be missed." Ashley finished, "Now, go change. We have to leave."

Hannah turned to look at me, "Y/N, does this really look bad?" She turned in a slow circle, showing off every angle.

I sighed, "You look amazing in that dress, Hannah, you know that." I paused, giving her a look, and continued "But you should still wear black to a funeral."

"You're only saying that because you wear black all the time." She rolled her eyes.

I cracked a half smile, glanced at my phone, before shrugging. "Maybe, but it's the proper thing to do." I shot back, Ashley nodding along from the other side of the counter.

"See. Now, go change, hurry up." Ashley shooed Hannah away with a flick of her wrist.

My thought returned with a vengeance, only for my phone to chime with a message.

My hand hovered over it for a moment, hesitating to see if it was the Devil or finally a message from my sister (who disappeared off the face of the Earth a while ago). 

I'm a Greenway, we don't run from fear.

Picking up my phone, I read the message, and felt my heart freeze.

Unknown:

A little nervous there, Little Green? Maybe you have something to hide?

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Opening the attached photo, the air left my lungs for a completely different reason. There starring back at me, was an envelope. An envelop that was addressed to my sister, explaining everything about A; how Mona was A, how A became someone else, Wilden, everything. There are things in that letter, that only should be shared between the Greenway sisters. Things that are only ok between the two of us. 

Another chime.

Unknown:

If you want it back, go to the funeral.

I swallowed the knot in my throat. There were times where I really needed my sister, this was definitely one of them.

"Alright, lets go." Hannah announced, coming down the stairs in the same style dress, but in black. We locked eyes, and I discreetly tucked my phone into my pocket. I wore a black pantsuit and black heels.

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The girls and I moved around the church quietly. Searching for the casket. I spotted several people that I knew, and some that looked as happy about the funeral as the girls and I were. It was while we were walking out of the funeral, Hannah making a comment on a Wilden free future, only for two agents to approach.

I recognized them from photos Elle had sent me.

"Hi, I'm SSA Derek Morgan. This is SSA Jennifer Jareau. We're with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We'll be taking over the investigation of Detective Wilden and Allison DeLaurentis's death." He paused, looking each of us over. "You must be Spencer Hastings, Aria Montgomery, Hannah Marin, Emily Fields, and Y/N Greenway." Their gazes lingered on me for a moment longer, doing the comparison in their head.

"Welcome to Rosewood." Spencer said with a soft smile.

I nodded my head in greeting, not saying anything, and watching them closely. Just as they opened their mouth to say something more, a woman in a thick, black veil strode past us and got into a black car. 

I watched her go, glancing at my friends, before focusing back on the FBI agents. "Do you mind coming down to the station and answering some questions?" JJ asked gently.

I cut in before the girls could say anything, "I'm sure you can read the compiled files that Detective Wilden and the detective from state. They have all our statements. If you have questions, contact us their Veronica Hastings." I said plainly, casting a quick glance to Spencer, who threw a subtle nod at me.

"Alright then. We'll be in touch then." Derek said with a smile, nodding his head in a goodbye before walking away.

Just as they walked away, all of their phones chimed. Sharing a hesitant look between us, we opened the message.

"Looks like a challenge just appeared." Aria read aloud.

"Will they believe me or you?" Spencer read next.

"Kisses." Hannah read the sign out.

"A." Emily finished.

"P.S. Little Green is about to be tangled in her noose." I whispered, clutching my phone and pinching the bridge of my nose in fear and frustration. Taking a deep breath, I faced the girls again. "I'm headed home."

I didn't bother waiting for a response, just turned and walked down the sidewalk. I went to the park first, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. The taste of tobacco and chemicals coated my tongue and throat. I leaned back legs crossed over the other, while my other arm was propped up against the back of the bench. That's when I felt it, the smooth crinkle sound of paper. Brows furrowing, I traced the paper to the edge and pulled on it. There it was, the letter that A had sent a picture of earlier. Sticking the cigarette into my mouth, I pulled the letter out, reading it carefully, making sure it was the same letter. That nothing had been altered. That familiar message chime brought my attention away from the letter.

Unknown:

Don't say I didn't give you anything. Consider this a last request. Kisses, A

Finishing the cigarette, and stuffing the letter into my purse, I continued my walk home. Hannah and Ashely were already there. I headed straight upstairs to the guest room that I had taken over once Elle moved away to work at the FBI and I ran away from home. With a deep breath, I pulled out the letter one last time. Fighting the nausea down as the words echoed through my brain. The advances, the lingering touches, Ian, Wilden, A. The tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, the familiar weight coming back to my chest and stomach. An oily, slimy feeling coated my skin.

I need a shower.

Stuffing the letter into a nearby drawer, I gathered some clothes and headed for the bathroom. Wondering what A would throw at us next to tighten my noose. 

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BAU Team

Derek and JJ sat with the rest of the team in the office they had commandeered at the Rosewood Police Station. They had already reviewed the files, discussed theories, and decided to wait to ask the five girls questions.

"How was she? Y/N Greenway?" Emily asked carefully, knowing Elle was a touchy subject even after all this time.

Derek and JJ shared a glance before sighing. "You didn't know Elle, Prentis, but Y/N looks similar to her. Not exactly, but similar." JJ explained carefully.

"Cuts in with a tone of steel like Elle too." Derek added on with a soft smile. "I looked into Veronica Hastings that she told us to contact them through, she's a lawyer. Spencer's mom to be exact."

Spencer, Hotch, JJ, Penelope, and Derek shared a knowing smile. Only for the smile to slip from Dereks face as something registered.

"JJ did you see them all get a text when we left?" He asked carefully.

JJ nodded, "Yeah, they all looked scared to be honest."

"We might need to have access to their phones at some point." Rossi cut in. "Do we know if Y/N has had any contact with her sister since she left the team?"

Rossi's question hung in the air. Derek had seen something in the young Greenway, something she tried to hide (she was doing better than the others that's for sure). 

"I think tomorrow, we'll talk to the girls." Hotch broke the silence. "Someone needs to call Elle."

Spencer, Derek, Penelope, and JJ glanced between each other. They had all tried to talk to call her after her abrupt departure. 

“Garcia-?” Hotch asked carefully.

“I’m on it boss.” The bubble tech analyst said, but even she sounded reserved on the situation.

”Until then, just observe. And be prepared for Spencer and Y/N. They both have experience with law enforcement, they’ll know what to look for, how to redirect questions. Gather information, and we’ll go from there.” Hitch said, his arms crossed over his chest. “Also, I want information on this Ian and Wilden. Something about their files aren’t adding up. For now, head back to the hotel and rest.”

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Spencer decided to grab some coffee, heading to ‘The Brew’. There, he spotted four if the five girls he would end up questioning tomorrow. He didn’t acknowledge them, but he knew they had spotted him. He ordered a coffee and waited. He was absorbed in his mind, reviewing the facts of the case, when a voice jolted him out of his thoughts.

”So, who are you?” A tall blonde asked, he could tell she was trying to be nice but there was an edge to her gaze.

”I’m Spencer Reid. You’re Hannah Marin, yes?”

”Yep. That’s me.” Her hands gently tapped the sides of her thighs. “So, what brought you to town Spencer?”

”I’m part of the BAU.” He said clearly, grabbing his coffee when his name was called.

”So you work with those other two from the funeral.” She nodded her head slowly, but he could tell she already knew that.

Spencer hesitated for a moment, before asking, “Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure!”

”Y/N, has she talked to her sister recently?”

Reid watched as Hannah took him in. “Why do you want to know?”

“Elle was a part of our team. She’s family, even if she’s not apart of it anymore. With Y/N being mixed up in this, we want to make sure she has support.”

Hannah shook her head. “Not that I’ve heard of. Elle would visit when she could, but other than that, Y/N been living with me since Elle joined the FBI and she ran away from home.” 

Spencer nodded slowly, from what he knows of Elle, that made sense. "I won't bother you anymore. Um, could you tell Y/N something for me though?" Hannah, though hesitant, nodded slowly. "Will you tell her that just because Elle left, doesn't mean we're not going to look after her, or any of you for that matter. We have your best interests at heart, we're not here to accuse anyone."

Reid watched the blonde carefully nod in understanding. "I think you should know something," Hannah muttered quietly, "but you have to promise you won't use this against Y/N."

"Promise. Besides whatever you tell me now is inadmissible in court since you're a minor and your parent or guardian isn't present." Reid reassured.

"Ian and Wilden, I'm not sure what happened, but Ian tried to kill Spencer and Y/N at the bell tower. But with Y/N, Ian and Wilden seemed to fixate on her almost. Outside of the fact that they are both creepy as hell, Wilden would come over to my house for no reason other than to blackmail my mom. Before you ask, I won't be telling you why."

Reid took a careful breath, knowing that his emotions couldn't get in the way. "Did she say anything happened?"

Hannah shook her head, "No, but he seemed to brush up against her any chance he could. Ian too. She couldn't really do anything to Wilden without getting arrested, but Ian she'd elbow or slap away from her. They never took the hint. Jason had to step in at one point."

"Jason who?"

"Jason Dilaurates. Alison's brother."

Reid nodded once. "Look, do you mind if I look into this with my team? We'll be discreet, but this should be investigated. At the very least it will add more suspects to the list, if only to protect you guys from being primary suspects." Hannah nodded once after glancing over her shoulder at the other girls. "I just want to warn you guys, that my team will be bringing you in, along with your parents and Veronica Hastings. We are not going to pressure you into talking, however we would like to get clarifying questions answered so that we can narrow down who the actual culprit is. Ok?"

"Alright." Hannah muttered, shuffling on her feet. "Thank you. Please don't make me regret this."

"I won't." Reid promised, watching Hannah walk back to her friends. Reid took a sip of his coffee, and headed for the door. He had a team to meet with, and rest to get, and a former team mate to prepare for.

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I tried not to make a big deal out of things. It's a coping mechanism. Something I had to do to survive growing up a Greenway, and now surviving two different A's. So, when the girls and I were told to come down to Spencer's house for questioning, I knew it wasn't going to go well. The look of seeing a ghost, followed by recognition, filtered through the BAU agents I hadn't met yet. I recognized a majority of them from Elle's photos. 

"Lets get started." Hotch said. 

The parents stood/sat at the kitchen island, while Veronica stood behind the girls. My friends and I sat on the couch, while the BAU stood across from us. 

"We just want to ask some questions. This isn't targeted, this is mainly so we can get a better idea of the situation, along with your interactions with the victims." JJ said.

I saw Hannah shift in her seat uncomfortably. I reached over and grabbed her hand, she squeezed it back in reassurance. 

"We have three victims to talk about. We'll start with Alison, if that's alright?" JJ continued. She waited for us to nod, before diving into the questions. "How long did you guys know Alison?"

"Since we were kids, but we didn't really become friends until the end of middle school." Spencer answered.

"How was Alison as a friend?"

I glanced towards Ashley, knowing that I had told her how Alison really treated us. "Alison had two faces." I said calmly, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back. "One minutes she's nice and pulling you in, the next she'll criticize you for how you look, or who you're friends with." I said slowly. I could feel Emily starring holes in my head, but she knew I was right.

"How was Alison with others?"

"Worse." I stated bluntly, getting a look from both Hannah and Spencer.

"How so?"

"She was the It girl in school, but she was also the biggest bully in school. She part of the reason Mona became A." I stated.

"What do you mean by that?" JJ asked.

"About which part?" I shot back.

"Mona being A. What does that mean?"

I shared a glance with my friends, this wasn't a simple, 'it's a nickname' conversation. A is an alias. A is a bully. A is someone who seeks others pain (specifically our) like a high. Veronica stepped in.

"Mona used the alias A to torment the girls. She'd send them texts, harm them emotionally and physically. Hannah and Y/N were hit with a car. Emily ended up in the hospital. All of their families were targeted. Secrets that shouldn't have come out, were exposed." 

"So, Mona became A to get back at Alison, and in turn targeted the girls? Was there a reason to target the girls?" Prentis asked.

"Alison was a bully. To everyone, unless you were useful to her." I cut in again.

"You seem upset by her." Hotch said plainly.

I shrugged, "We got along, but she and I never really saw eye to eye."

"So, why did you hang out with her?"

"To keep her from messing with Hannah too much." 

"Why?"

I watched them, like they watched me. That was when Ashley stepped in. "Because she's protective if her friend."

I reached over and grabbed Hannah's hand, squeezing it gently and shook my head slowly. 

"I didn't always look like this!" Hannah shouted, her free hand gesturing to her now size three body. "Alison liked to make fun of my weight, and Y/N would step in. She made sure Alison didn't push too far, even though she did anyways. Alison hated being challenged, and Y/N always challenged her. Can we move on now?"

The room stilled for a moment, before JJ kept going through the questions. We wrapped up the question on Alison not long after Hannah's outburst. Moving onto Ian then Wilden. I stayed quiet through those question, only answering direct questions. Just when I thought the questions would end, another set would appear. Ashley and Ella brought over drinks for us and the BAU team.

I turned towards the door as it opened, directing everyone's attention towards it. I kept my face neutral, stayed perfectly still. Because out of all the times in the world to show up, now was not the time to do so. Not with this A. There, walking through the doorway, strode my long lost sister, Elle.

"Elle." Reid whispered.

But Elle wasn't looking at him, no, she was starring directly at me. I stayed where I was, gripping Hannah's hand tightly. For a single moment, time stood still. Just a single moment, I wanted to rush into my sisters arms and cry. To tell her everything that was in the letter A stole. And just when I was about to give into that urge, all of our phones chimed. When none of us reached for them, they chimed again, then again, and again. Taking a single breath, I pulled my phone out to read the text from A.

Unknown:

Thanks for adding another person to my hitlist. If big sis finds out about me, I send this to the poilce.

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I clicked on the phone, and spotted a security snapshot of Elle with a gun pointed at some man. I didn't need an explanation, I already knew what this was from. It was the thing Elle had told me before she went dark. Tucking my phone away into my pocket, I gripped Hannah's hand tightly. Ashley walked over and wrapped Elle into a hug, a hug the older Greenway gladly accepted. I looked away, starring straight ahead blankly until the questions continued. Elle found a seat at the island. The questions narrowed down, and I had to fight the urge to scream at any mentions of the bastards name.

"Wilden was initially kicked off your friends case after Mrs. Hastings filed a complaint of misconduct and harassment of minors. Was there any other kind of harassment?" JJ asked.

There was a heavy silence in the room, and I wanted to scream. The familiar oily coating appeared on my skin. Just like when they brought up Ian. I stayed perfectly still, stayed focused on Hannah's grip on my hand. It was Hannah that spoke.

"He liked to bother me, my mom, and Y/N." She said carefully. "Wilden let me off of a shoplifting charge, instead of filing he gave me a warning. But he used that as leverage to try and talk to us about Alison's case. He told us that he could file charges at any time, so he used that to come over and make himself at home at our house." 

"What did he do during these interactions?"

"Mainly tried to snoop through our purses, but..." She glanced at me, but I didn't speak up. "Sometimes he would stand too close for comfort."

"In a threatening way? Or was there not enough space for him to get around?" JJ asked.

"There was always plenty of space to move around." Hannah spoke slowly.

A thick silence fell over everyone. "Did he do this to both of you or just one of you?"

"Just one of us." Hannah whispered.

"Which one?"

Hannah shook her head, and gripped my hand firmly. That's when I spoke. "Me."

"How long did it go on for?" JJ asked carefully.

"Two weeks after he was assigned Alison's case." 

"Did he ever touch you?"

"Yes."

"Did he touch you inappropriately?" 

"Yes."

"Did he ever sexually assault you?"

I paused, thinking back carefully. Some of my memories blurred together. Some where Ian, some were Wilden, it's hard to differentiate sometimes who did what. "I'm not sure."

The silence was deafening.

"Did Ian or Wilden ever sexually assault you?" JJ asked carefully.

I swallowed through the lump in my throat, shame and humiliation bubbling up inside me. "It all blurs together." I muttered.

"But it's possible?"

"Yes."

"Can you describe the memories for me?"

"I really don't." I stated, narrowing my eyes at her.

"It's important for us to know." Hotch cut in.

"Hotch." Elle's steel voice cut in, but he shook his head.

"It's important for us to know so we can add to the suspect list. Currently your five are the prime suspects. Even Holbrook and his partner think so. We're trying to widen their parameters while narrowing the unsubs profile." He continued.

"It's fuzzy at best. Their faces tend to blur together like a bad dream." I said plainly.

"Just tell us what you can." JJ said gently.

"She said-" Ashley tried to cut in, but I started talking.

"I come home from school one day, and no one is home. I go up to my room and next thing I know something hits me from behind. I wake up not long after to Wilden on top of me. I don't remember anything before or after that. There's another memory, its the summer Alison went missing. Ali's brother was stoned more often than not, and he hung out with Ian and Garret. Ali ditched me and didn't tell me. I was sitting in her room for hours, Ian came in and offered me a drink of water. I must have dozed off or something. I woke up to Ian on top of me. When I came too, I dressed and booked it home. I stashed the clothes I was wearing, and took seven showers." I shrugged, not meeting anyone's gaze, after a second I met Hotch's gaze, "Happy?"

"Far from it actually." If the oil on my skin wasn't present I would have laughed.

"Are we done here?" I asked, that kicked Veronica into gear, stating that if they had more questions it would have to be at a later date. With that said, I left. I walked all the way home, smoked three cigarettes, took six showers, and went to bed.

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Elle

There’s a ringing in her ears. Low and prominent. Not the ringing of an injury, but as if her whole world had been flipped upside down. That familiar, distant steel settled into place. The conversation that had just taken place, circled through her mind. Every single word uttered she dissected. 

"You couldn't have had this conversation separetly?" She hissed, breaking the silence.

Every single pair of eyes snapped towards Elle, who was as stone-faced as ever. 

"Elle-"

"Don't give any excuses. I know the protocol. I know how you conduct interviews, especially when there's prior knowledge that sexual assault might be involved." She stepped closer with each word. "You know better. Or did you decide to bale on protocol because she's my sister?" Elle turned her cold gaze onto Veronica, "Don't get me started on your, Hastings. You should have stepped in and you didn't." 

"Elle-"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING START!" She shouted at Hotch, eyes narrowed. "If it was anyone else, hell any of the other girls, all of you would have jumped in and shut that conversation down. Or at least moved somewhere more private to have this conversation."

Ashley stepped forward, placing her hand gently on Elle's shoulder. "I will handle them, Elle. Why don't you head to my house. Y/N should be there."

"I'm not finished-"

"Elle," Ashley moved to block her view of her ex-team, her stern gaze meeting my own, "I promise I will handle this."

Elle, that fire as cold as steel flared, before giving a curt nod and storming out of the house. She got into the rental car and drove to the Marin household. By the time she got there, and up to the room Y/N was in, she found her baby sister freshly showered and asleep. She stood there, taking in the bright red flush of Y/N skin. She must have taken several hot showers. She moved carefully around the room, dragging one of the comfy chairs in the room to the side of the bed and getting comfortable. When she was, she called Garcia.

"Garcia?"

"I need you to send me every file for Wilden, Ian, and Mona."

"Elle, I really can't-"

"Garcia, they ambushed my sister during routine questioning. I want everything, now."

"Alright. Don't tell anyone you got them from me."

Elle hung up and waited. The chime on her phone was the only indication that she received the files. For a moment, she didn't move, just watched her sister sleep. It must have been hours later, when Hannah and Ashley came in to check on them. Hannah looked so guilty, and Ashley looked upset.

"How is she?" Hannah asked quietly.

"She was asleep when I got here." Elle muttered.

"How are you holding up?" Ashley asked, moving closer to Elle and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

Elle didn't have a lot growing up, but one good thing that came from her childhood was Y/N. Through Y/N, she got Ashley and Hannah. Ashley treated her more like a daughter than anything, she was the one who helped figure out colleges, and what she wanted to do with her life. Ashley supported her through every decision, helped patch up her injuries, helped get her things for college. She and Tom helped move her in and out of college every year. It's why she never called the cops on her parents after Y/N ran away when she joined the FBI, she already knew where she was running too. She already knew that Tom and Ashley would raise Y/N as their own, they already have on some level. 

"They know better." She hissed.

Ashley and Hannah nodded. "You should have seen mom. She laid into all of them." Hannah said with a soft, proud grin.

Ashley blushed, and stuttered through an outraged yelp.

Elle grinned, "Good."

Hannah shifted on her feet, "I'm sorry." Ashley and Elle looked towards the younger blonde with questioning looks. "I told Spencer-the guy Spencer- about Ian and Wilden. What I had seen and what Y/N had hinted at before. I didn't know they would do this. I just thought that if they knew it would help discredit them enough that if something was blamed on us, it wouldn't look as bad."

Elle and Ashley shared a look, before Elle stood and pulled Hannah into a hug, just like she used to do when she was little and upset about something. "It's not your fault, and you did the right thing." Elle said gently. "They were the ones that didn't handle it well. I think part of it stems from their lingering issues with me." She sighed, squeezing Hannah just a little more tightly, before stepping back. "However, none of this is your fault."

Hannah nodded, and focused on Y/N sound asleep in bed. "When will this all be over?"

"When they catch the unsubs." Elle muttered. With that said, she pulled back to look at the blonde. “I want you to be honest with me, Hannah. Not just for Y/N, but for all of you, do you know anyone besides Mona who would do this?”

Elle watched her hesitate for a moment, before Hanna shook her head. “Not that I can think of.”

Elle nodded once, but wasn’t convinced. “Alright, what did Ashley say after I left?”

Hannah grinned, as Ashley quietly groaned and tried to intervene, but Hannah was already flying through an explanation. Elle smiled softly, a feeling of home settling in her chest. She missed this. Missed them.

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The conversation with Elle, was hard. I didn't wake until the next morning, only to find Elle dozing in and out of sleep in the chair by my bed. She told me about the confrontation with the others, Ashley going off after they both left. It was insane to say the least. 

But A's texts haunted me.

I went to Spencer's with Hannah, meeting up there to go over everything. 

Everyone shuffled awkwardly in Spencer's kitchen, before Spencer broke the silence.

"Listen, I'm sorry that they ambushed you yesterday. I don't know what happened with my mom, but Miss. Marin really laid into everyone." Spencer said, the almost kicked puppy look on her face.

I nodded. "It's alright, Spencer. I just wasn't expecting it, and didn't really want to talk about it. You guys aren't to blame for any of it." I turned to Hannah, "It's not your guy's fault." 

Hannah sighed, "I'm still sorry. I didn't know they were going to do that."

"Alright, enough with the apologies, lets move on. What are we going to do now that Elle is back in town?"

"Speaking of which, have you talked to her?" Spencer asked, brows furrowed.

Sighing, leaning further into the counter, "Yeah, but I didn't tell her anything about this A. She wanted to know what happened with Mona and Wilden and Ian. I had to explain about the hospital trips. Jason's hovering any time Ian was around. The BAU technical analysist, Penelope Garcia, sent her the files. Elle read them all and had a lot of questions."

"I remember Elle, she could be intense." Aria spoke up, clutching her coffee cup tightly with a soft smile.

I shrugged, "Yeah, but it comes from a place with good intentions."

Spencer grinned. "I remember before she left to join with FBI how she would come over to verbally spar with Melisa, I thought she was the coolest person ever. Even when she visited, she was amazing. It also seemed like she gained a lot of random facts to throw at her, which was hilarious to watch Melisa try and sort through everything and come up with a rebuttal."

I smiled softly. "I asked her about that. It's Reid. Spencer Reid from the BAU. They were close when she was on the team. He's a genius. According to Elle, he has an IQ of 187."

Spencer whistled, impressed. 

"What does that mean?" Hannah asked, brows furrowed.

"It's an actual genius. Like Albert Einstein." Spencer explained actually impressed by Reid.

"So, what are we going to do about the FBI and Elle with A on the loose?" Emily cut in.

I sighed, "I don't know, but I have a feeling they already suspect something is going on."

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It must be have been mid-afternoon when the doorbell went off at Spencer’s.

”Are you expecting anyone?” Aria asked, brows furrowed. By that point we had settled at the kitchen island to study and go over some homework for school the next day.

Spencer shook her head, making her way towards the front door. “No. It’s probably someone for my mom.”

I shifted in my seat, flipping the page of my chemistry textbook. God I hate science.

”Guys!” There’s an edge to Spencer’s tone as she hustles back into the kitchen carrying a large box. 

“what is it?”

”It’s addressed to all of us.” Spencer says setting the package down onto the counter, reaching for a knife to cut the tape away. We stood and gathered around her, peering into the box as Spencer opened it. 

In the box sat five dolls.

”What is it with A and dolls?” Hannah hissed. 

They were the same dolls from before. They looked just like us. I pulled mine out, staring at my own replica. I pulled the string.

”Lie to Big Sister.” The doll said in a high pitched squeak.

”like I’m not already doing that.” I muttered.

Spencer pulled hers out next. “Tell Mrs. D the truth.”

Emily. “Say goodbye to swimming.”

Hannah. “If you tell the police, mommy goes bye bye.”

“They’re warnings.” Hannah stated, throwing her doll back into the box.

”Yeah, instead of leading us on a wild goose chase like last time. A’s reminding us  they control the narrative through them now.” Spencer huffed, tossing her back into the box as well and returning to her seat.

”She’s going to figure out that I’m lying. She’s going to figure it out, and A will go after her.” I muttered, setting my doll beside the box and running my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots for a second. 

“Elle can’t get dragged into this.” Hannah said sternly. “It’s bad enough the rest of our families got dragged into this, we won’t have her dragged into this as well.”

The other nodded in agreement, but I shook my head. “With her old team involved, she’s not going to stay out of it. Especially with us in the center of the investigation.”

The silence grew heavy. Elle, someone we all adored in our own ways, would now be A’s target. Just then, all of our phones beeped.

”Older Green won’t know what hit her.” Hannah read out loud.

”Thanks for vetting her in.” Spencer continued.

”She’s up next.” I whispered.

”Kisses” Aria muttered.

”A.” Emily finished.

Homework would have to wait.

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BAU Team

The team gathered around in one of the offices, going over everything they had gathered in the files along with the interview from yesterday. They didn’t know what to do with themselves because they had fundamentally ruined any trust they could have established with how they treated Y/N. 

“I did a thing.” Penelope spoke up for a moment.

”What did you do, Baby Girl?” Morgan asked, turning from the board to face her, brow raised.

”I might have hacked the girls phones because I was worried about El Jr. And found that someone else had already hacked them multiple times and that they were receiving threatening messages….” Penelope rattled off quickly. 

“You hacked the girls phones?” Hotch asked, one eyebrow rising.

”Y-Yes. But! It was with good intentions!” I just wanted to rule it out just in case it wasn’t anything serious. But then a message came through and it threatened them and Elle, so I went back through the thread and saw the others and it’s bad.”

”Who sent the messages?” Derek asked, Moving over to stand behind Penelope.

”It doesn’t say. It’s a blocked id. If I trace it it’ll take a while.”

“How bad are the messages?” Reid asked.

Penelope gulped. I went all the way back and they vary between being taunting and threatening. ‘Mona played with dolls, I play with body parts’, ‘Imagine what I could do with fifty grand’, ‘Mona’s almost gone. Hannah’s next’, ‘Closed caskets keep secrets. His is open and exposed yours’. They very levels of threat, but from what I can tell they copy-cat Mona’s original game.” 

“What did they say about Elle?” JJ asked.

Penelope hesitated for a moment. “They’re directed towards Y/N. It looks like all of the girls family is a target for this A person. Which is like the a horror movie waiting to happen. Anyways, they mainly just say that if Elle finds out about A they’ll hand whatever they have to the police and make them look guilty. They somehow got the security video from Elles last case.”

”Mona and this A have put the girls in the hospital. That’s the connection we were missing. There’s another A.” Emily stated.

”So how do we catch a ghost, protect the girls, and prevent everyone else (including Elle) from being collateral damage, while working the Wilden/Ian/Alison cases?” Derek asked.

”I think they’re all connected.” Spencer cut in, moving towards the board and drawing different lines together and writing things out.

”Why do you say that?” Rossi asked.

Think about it, Mona while being A, was threatening Alison. Alison disappears. I bet you anything she’s still alive. That being said, when Y/N and Hastings were in the bell tower with Ian, I think it was Alison that pushed Ian off the bell tower.”

”How could she do that, when she’s dead?”

”Or she faked her death to trick Mona into thinking she was dead so she could figure out who A is and put a stop to them.” Spencer said, then picked up where he left off. “That is when inevitably gets Wilden back on the case. Wilden who we know is dirty. Which means he had enemies. I bet you, this new A is one of them. And I think this new A has a connection to all three cases, including the girls.”

”Not bad, Pretty Boy.” Derek said.

”Now how do we prove it?” Rossi asked.

”Start with the family histories of each. Then their careers.” JJ said. “I will say, I think we should talk to Jason Dilarentes. I think he might know something even if he doesn’t realize it.”

”Agreed. While that’s happening, Derek get a warrant for the girls messages discreetly. We don’t want this A to be alerted.” Hitch said quickly.

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It’s a mess. 

With Holbrook, Tanner, our families, and the BAU scrutinizing our every move, it’s getting harder to do anything. It also sucks that everyone keeps looking at me like I’m about to have a break down.

Maybe I am.

I sighed, turning away from my textbook and towards Spencer’s window.

”When did Jason get back into town?” I asked, glancing at Spencer.

Her brows furrowed, as she hopping up from her bed and joined me at the window. “I didn’t know he was back.”

”Want to go say hi?” I asked carefully, knowing the relationship between him and Spencer was…delicate.

She nodded, and together we made our way to the neighbors. Jason stood outside, working on some of the plants. 

“Hey, Jason.” Spencer greeted, as we moved closer.

He looked up, spotting the two of us. “Hey.” A pause. “How are you guys?”

I shrugged. 

“To best we can.” Spencer said with a sigh.

”My sisters back in town.” I said after a moment.

Jason glanced between Spencer and I. “Can I talk to you, Y/N, privately?” He asked gently. After glancing at Spencer for a moment, I nodded. We walked towards the porch, standing there for a moment. “How are you actually holding up?” He asked now able to have this conversation.

I shrugged. “As well as I can be.” 

“Did you end up telling Elle-“

I shook my head. “Hannah told one of the FBI agents that I might have been—they ended up telling everyone when they came to talk to us after Walden’s funeral.”

”Isn’t the big FBI team your sisters former team?” Jason asked, brows furrowed in concern.

I nodded. “According to Hannah, Elle and Ashley were pissed after I left.” I swallowed, moving my hands to scratch at the skin of my pointer finger. Jason clocked the movement.

”How have you been dealing with it?”

I swallowed. “I haven’t had anything to drink, even though I want to have some.” I said quietly.

”And the weed?”

I swallowed thickly, shaking my head. “Not since Wilden attacked me.”

Jason nodded, smiling softly. “I’m glad to hear that. Have you been to any meetings?”

I shook my head. “With Elle, Ashley, the BAU, and the girls breathing down my neck it’s hard to get to one.”

Jason nodded carefully. “Well if you ever want to have one, just come over and we can do a mini meeting here at the house.” He said gently.

A smile stretched across my lips. “Thank you, Jason.” I paused, before continuing. “The FBI might question you about Wilden, and Ian.”

Jason nodded. “I figured as much. It’ll be alright.”

He pulled me into a tight hug and I sighed into the cotton of his shirt. “How are you and your mom holding up?”

Jason swallowed, “She wants to do this wedding fashion show thing. I don’t know. She said she’ll talk to you girls about it soon. Just, act surprised when she comes to you, alright?”

I pulled away, giving him another smile. “I can do that.” I turned back towards Spencer, who quickly looked away from us. “Just be careful, Jason. Your a good guy, and I don’t want you to get caught up in everything.”

He nodded somberly. “I will.” 

Nodding back, I headed towards Spencer. “Guys!” Both Spencer and I turned to face Jason. “Be careful out there.”

”Thanks, Jason.”

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Elle

She isn’t an agent anymore. She knows this. Doesn’t mean she isn’t going to insert herself into the investigation. Her sister is involved. No way in hell, was she sitting by idly. 

“You can’t be apart of this case, Greenway.” Hotch stated, arms crossed as he stared the older Greenway down.

Elle, eyes of steel, didn’t back down. “You owe me this.”

Hotch paused. That simple statement was loaded. He owed her a lot. He owed her from not stepping in sooner while on her last case. Not stepping in when she started spiraling. Pushing her little sister, someone who hasn’t had a good experience with law enforcement. He glanced at his team, spotting the mixed looks that were being thrown around.

He sighed through his nose. ”Alright, you can help. However, there are rules.” 

She raised a single brow. “Which are?”

”You will not intervene when we conduct interviews. If you have an issue, address it privately. You will always have someone from the team with you when you go looking for clues. And you will not relay any information you gather to your sister or her friends. And if you start to go off the deep end, I will remove you from this investigation. You are talented, Elle, but I won’t put the investigation at risk.” He stated firmly.

Elle, seeing the line, nodded once sharply. “Alright.” She turned towards the team. “What do you have so far?”

Reid, excited to work with Elle again, rattled off the working theory. Yet, the more he spoke the more horror filled Elle. Alison wasn’t, by any means, a ‘good girl’. She was horrible to the girls, specifically Hannah and Y/N. When Reid finished, Elle looked around at her former team, letting the quiet pain of grief and longing hit her for a second before shutting it away to focus. 

“What do you want to know from me?” Elle asked, moving to sit at the table beside Penelope.

“What was the relationship between Jason and Alison?” Rossi asked.

Elle nodded slowly, thinking back to when she was in high school and college. “Alison was a difficult person to get along with. She and Jason fought like cats and dogs. However, Jason was also stoned a lot of the time. From what Y/N has told me he’s been clean and got his act together not long after Ali went missing. Alison is the youngest and the only girl. She’s babied, adored. However, I’ve seen Mrs. D get after her quite a few times.”

”Did she ever hang out with Ian or Wilden?” JJ asked.

”Ian? Yes. However, he was dating Malissa Hastings at the time. There was always this back and forth between he and Alison. I didn’t notice it for what it was until I was already in the Buro.” She said calmly, leaning back in her chair. 

“Wilden?” Derek asked.

She shrugged for that one. “I didn’t know who he was until he showed up to investigate Ali’s murder.” 

“Did your sister tell you anything when all of this initially went down?” Prentiss asked.

Elle shook her head. “Not the full extent. It was just the bare minimum. Besides, I was trying to figure my shit out and didn’t want to drag my stuff into hers.”

”This new A is using you to threaten Y/N.” Reid said softly. “Just like Mona and the other girls parents. Now that your here, they’re threatening you as well.”

Her hands curled into fists. “Who else have you talked to?”

”We’re talking to Jason today.” Hotch said firmly.

She nodded once. 

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Elle didn’t know what to expect from Jason Dilarentis. The last time she had seen him he was stoned 90% of the time and drunk the other 10%. He walked into the police station and smiled softly in greeting. 

“Thank you for coming in?” Hotch greeted Jason, directing him to a private room to talk. Hotch and Emily would be leading the conversation.

”No problem. If it helps catch Ali’s killer, I’m more than happy to help.” He responded.

Hotch nodded. “We were wondering if you could elaborate on a couple things. They might be difficult to talk about, is that alright?”

Jason nodded.

”Ian Thomas. What was he like?” Emily asked.

Jason nodded. “Ian was a good guy when he wanted to be.”

”And when he didn’t want to be?” Hotch asked.

Jason sighed. “I’m going to be honest, and I’m sure Elle has already told you, but I wasn’t really sober during a lot of the time back then. All I can remember is Ian would disappear at random intervals.”

”Y/n told us you never left her alone when Ian was around. Why?” Pretntiss asked.

Jason’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know what happened. All I know is that Ian came out of Ali’s bedroom really smug. But I wasn’t stoned so I didn’t really fight it when he dragged me off. At some point I saw Y/N running out of Ali’s bedroom. She looked like she was running from something. I figured Ali had said something, she was a bully to everyone, but Alison wasn’t there. That’s when Ian showed up again and handed me a beer. It kind of clicked for me, but I didn’t have any proof. So I just made sure she wasn’t alone if he was over and Ali wasn’t.”

Elles fingers tightened around her arm. Reid placed a comforting hand on her other arm. She stepped closer, allowing the comfort for now. 

“Did she ever tell you what happened?” Hotch asked.

”I can’t answer that.” Jason said sternly, leaning back to cross his arms.

”Why not.”

”I can’t tell you. And I won’t.”

”Why? If it relates to the investigation, it’s important you tell us.” Prentiss said quickly.

”I can’t tell you.”

”She’s sober.” Reid interrupted. 

Jason glanced at him, but didn’t answer. It was answer enough with his silence. 

“How long has Y/N been going to meetings?” Elle asked.

”I won’t answer that question.” Jason hissed, eyes narrowed. “Y/n is the one who needs to tell you that, Elle. You know that.” 

“Jason, I need you to tell us what you know. Everything. From Ian, to Wilden, to Alison, the girls. Everything. It’s the only way to help.” Derek cut in. “As an older brother to an older brother, help us help your family. Including Y/N.”

Elle watched Jason struggle with what to say for a moment. Finally he sighed. “I’ll only tell you everything if Y/N joins me.”

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Elle came and picked me up. She told me briefly what was going on. The creepy doll echoed through my head. I know I’m not going to be honest about whatever they wanted to ask me.

”Why didn’t you call me?” Elle asked as we pulled into the police department parking lot.

”And tell you what?” I asked calmly.

”For any of it?”

I took a deep breath, refusing to look at her. “I did.” Lie.

”No, you didn’t. You were the only person I would have answered, Y/N. You know that. So, why didn’t you call?” 

What do I say? 

“I called about Mona.”

”After the fact.” 

“What do you want me to say?” I asked, pulling the door handle and getting out.

”Anything that isn’t a lie.” Elle followed me out.

”I can’t tell you.”

Elle stopped in front of me, scanning me over, before shaking her hand and turning to walk inside.

I sighed, only for my phone to ding. 

Unknown

Big Sis is getting too close, Little Green. Wouldn't want to visit her in the hospital would you?

I gulped as a chill raced down my spine. I itched for a cigarette, but I took a deep breath and headed followed her in. Just as I opened the door another text came in.

Unknown

Drop the chip, I'll pay for your drinks.

I swallowed through the lump in my throat. Rolling my shoulders back, I walked the rest of the way in. Jason stood up and met me half way.

"Hey, I'm sorry to drag you into this." He said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded. "It's alright, Jason. I figured this would happen." I murmured. 

"You good?" 

I nodded, and we walked back to the private room he had been in. The BAU team and Elle were there. Jason pulled out a chair for me, then sat beside me. "Alright, what do you want?"

"How long have you been sober?" Reid asked gently.

I swallowed, so this is where we're starting. "Alcohol two years. For substances about nine months."

"Why the difference in time frame?" JJ asked softly.

"I relapsed after Wilden attacked me." I leaned back, crossing my arms.

"Have you been to any meetings?"

"Not recently."

"Do your friends know?"

I shook my head.

"Jason, do you have any reason to believe that Alison is alive?" Hotch asked.

I felt my whole body freeze. Please don't do this. Please don't do this. Please.

Jason shook his head. "Just the random scam callers telling me they saw her. Or know who her killer is. No, why?"

The BAU team got quiet before Hotch took the reigns. "We just weren't sure. There's a lot of unanswered questions and we're trying to get through them one by one."

They asked more questions, I answered when spoken too, and I lied my ass off. When I got home after Jason dropped me off. A four rolled up joins and two bottles of whiskey sat on my nightstand. A typed note sat beside them.

Lucky save, Little Green. Kisses, -A

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Addiction is a term that tends to be thrown around a lot, mainly for no reason. It's not just a word in my life.

I shoved myself into the furthest corner of my room. Away from the bottle and joints. Away from the temptation. It did little to quell the ache and itch that clawed at my senses. The voice that whispered it to sink into the bottom of the bottle, to float away on a cloud of purple. It would be so nice. I spotted the one year chip on my dresser. To anyone else in my room, it wouldn't look like anything, they wouldn't even notice it. I was the only one that would spot it. 

Should I throw it away?

I shook my head, feeling the familiar heat in my cheeks and the tears blurring my eyes. Sliding down into the corner of my room, I pressed myself further away from it. The voice still whispered. 

Addiction isn't another word for me. It's a choice, but it's still a battle to be sober. With every passing day, it would get easier. Some days it's hard to resist, it feels like just getting out of rehab or only being one week sober.

The tear tracks fell in two salty streams down my cheeks. Taking a deep breath, scrubbing the tears from my eyes, I grabbed a trash bag and threw the bottle and joints inside. I rushed down the stairs and threw the bag into my car and locked it. Hurrying back upstairs to my room, I locked myself inside and didn't come out the rest of the night.

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Hannah pounded on my door until I got up. I drove to the park instead of school. I sat on my favorite bench and began to smoke.

"You know smoking is still considered substance abuse."

I sighed, "If I look over is it just Reid or is there more than one of you here to bother me today?"

Reid sat beside me on the bench. "A study shows that 26% of people who smoked both cannabis and regular cigarettes, quit smoking weed but continued to smoke cigarettes." He paused for a second. "It's just me."

I brought the cigarette up to my lips. "I don't need a meeting, if that's what you're here for."

"I never said anything-"

"Elle told me a bit about some of her cases. I know what happened to you. And I know you're sober now. You fiddle with the sleeves of your shirt whenever someone brought up my issues with alcohol."

A soft snort escaped Reid. "You sound so much like your sister when you do that." A soft smile played at the edges of my lips, I took another drag of my cigarette. "I'm sorry that all of this is happening." He murmured. 

I shrugged. "It is what it is." 

Then his voice dropped. “We know.”

I didn’t freeze, continued to smoke like he said nothing, but dropped my voice to match his. “I don’t know what your talking about.”

”We know about A-“

”Algebra is commonly taught in schools, Reid. You can know it all you want, doesn’t mean it’s special.”

He tilted his head closer towards me. “Y/N, we know about everything.”

I stubbed out the cigarette. “For my sisters sake, Reid, you need to stop and let this go.” I stood and turned towards him. “If you care at all, you will leave this alone.” I walked away, lighting another cigarette as I went. 

Unknown:

End of the line, Little Green.

Kisses, A.

i kept walking. I walked until the sun set. Walked until my feet hurt. Finished my last pack. With a deep breath, I turned and headed home. Only for headlights to appear out of nowhere. Breaks squealed, I screamed. I hit something hard, the whole situation was so familiar and painful, I didn’t have to think much on what happened. The world was dark before I hit the sidewalk.