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Dancing In The Dark

After Spencer and Hanna had dropped her off at her room in The Radley, Emily picked up her phone and after looking up the number, called Dr. Rollins' office.

"This is the desk of Dr. Elliot Rollins. How may I help you?" A female voice asked.

Emily sucked in a breath. "I'm calling to talk to Dr. Rollins. Is he available?"

"Are you a patient or somebody in need of a consult?"

"Neither. I'm kind of a friend."

"May I have your name so that I may tell him you called?"

"Emily. I mean, it's Emily Fields."

"One moment please."

The line went dead for a few seconds leaving only air. Emily thought for a few seconds of hanging up.

Maybe calling him and getting him involved wasn't the best idea. It was rude. After all, he was only Charlotte's doctor and unbeknownst to him, they had just gotten finished breaking into his office.

"Hey there Emily," Rollins' voice rang into her ear.

"H-Hi," Emily breathed, startled by his sudden greeting.

"How can I help you?" Elliot asked.

"I was wondering if you would be willing to talk about Charlotte. I know, patient confidentiality and all, but... I feel that I owe it to Ali to get to know her sister. Her real sister. Not... Not
-A," Emily lied.

Emily could feel Rollins on the other end contemplating his offer.

"Sure. Anything for Alison. And for you of course. How about tomorrow night? We'll grab a pint," Elliot said hopefully.

Emily smiled softly. "Thank you so much. It means a lot to me."

"Anytime. How is Ali?" Elliot asked.

Emily's smile faltered. She couldn't help but feel slightly guilty that this man still cared about Alison even after Alison practically threw him away. She threw him away for somebody who ignored her for over five years.

"She's doing great, Elliot. In fact, she should probably be walking through the door any second for us to start cooking dinner. But tomorrow night sounds great. Can't wait," Emily said.

Emily could sense the disappointment through the phone and couldn't help but hang up before he even got a chance to fully say goodbye.

She walked into the kitchen and turned on the stove and began to silently set up the table.

Emily pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat down, rubbing up and down her tattooed arm before her fingers brushed against the bullet. She was missing war. There was no mystery to it. War was more pure than -A's incessant games.

She couldn't help but think of Sophia or Twig, or even Jackson. What would they have thought of the situation?

Em, you're a soldier. Not a detective. This isn't going to be easy for that exact reason, The Other Alison tried to reason.

But even that, wasn't enough to change Emily's mind.

The hotel door opened and closed as the familiar sound of Alison's shoes being tossed next to the wall in the front sounded.