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.
Emily's head snapped up as Alison walked in, a couple bags hanging off of her arms.
"Good day?" Emily asked, amused.
Alison rolled her eyes with a grin on her face. "It was great. Aria is small, but her shopping stamina is admirable."
The blonde walked over to the stove and looked in the pot Emily hadn't even realized she had set up.
"Pasta? That's romantic," Alison winked.
"I don't think we have any sauce," Emily said.
"Yes we do."
"No."
"Yes."
"Ali, I swea-,"
"Here it is!" Alison called triumphantly as she pulled a jar of spaghetti sauce from the cupboard.
"Why am I like this?" Emily asked, laughing.
"I don't know, I think it's kind of cute," Alison said as she leaned in and kissed the brunette on the nose.
They continued cooking as Alison went on about her day with Aria. Emily didn't mind though. It meant that the plan was working. For now, Alison was safe from Uber -A.
Down with the Queen.
Emily shuddered.
Alison began to dump pasta on both of the plates Emily had set up earlier and grinned at her beautiful girlfriend across from her.
"So we've talked about my day. How about yours? What did you do?" Alison asked as she twirled a bit of spaghetti onto her fork.
Fuck.
"Nothing, really. Spence, Han, and I went for some lunch at The Brew."
"You guys should've come shopping with Aria and I. I don't see why we needed to spend the day apart," Alison said with a frown.
"Aria wanted to spend some time alone with you. You two were really the closest after we all left Rosewood," Emily said. In all actuality, she was only partially lying. Everything she said involving Aria, however, remained true.
"I guess. But I just miss you all the time," Alison said softly.
Emily smiled. "Ali, we live together."
"And?"
"And we spend so much time together. We always come home to one another every evening."
"Are you saying you don't miss me?" Alison asked, feigning shock.
Emily grinned. "You didn't let me finish. I was going to say, even then, I still always look forward to coming home to you at night more than anything in the world. The hardest part of every day is leaving you."
"And here I was thinking you badass soldiers weren't romantic," Alison teased.
Emily shrugged. "Some of us are. Especially the gay ones with beautiful blonde girlfriends."
"Oh, go away."
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Shortly after dinner, the power had gone out in the hotel which made it pretty hard to clean up the dishes.
Ashley had gone around to each of the girls' rooms delivering candles privately so that none of them were left in the dark. For that, Emily was eternally grateful.
After lighting them, Alison had tried to continue cleaning up the dishes but Emily tugged on her hands, pulling her into her strong chest.
"Em, what're you-,"
"Don't fight this, Ali."
"Oh my god, are you horny?"
"What? No! Are you?"
"Not in the slightest. But that can change," Alison whispered.
Emily laughed and put her hands on Alison's waist. "For now, let's just forget about all of that."
"Sex?"
"Dishes and sex, yes," Emily said.
"I'm officially confused."
"Don't be," Emily said as she leaned in and kissed Alison's soft, warm lips. The slight hint of strawberry danced on Emily's tongue. She was afraid in the dark with only small candles to provide light, she'd miss the blonde's lips completely.
"Dance with me?" Emily asked.
Alison locked her arms around the tall brunette's neck. "Em, we can't even see five inches in front of our faces."
Emily began to sway the two so that they were twirling in small circles, the silence enveloping them and the love they shared. She pressed her forehead against the blonde's and closed her eyes, shutting out all the bad, all the fear, and all the rest of the world.
They continued like this for hours. Even after the power had eventually returned.
They continued.
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(A/N Hey guys! It's so incredible to see how much support this story has gotten from day one. I will be updating First Love as soon as I get back on the continent for those of you who read it.
It makes me so happy to see how much love this story has gotten. But I am sad to announce, this story is coming to an end.
Don't worry! We've still got a few chapters left! But not many! Take your guesses as to who Uber -A is in my story, I feel some of you will be surprised with it. (;
But I must say, this has been an amazing story to write with all of the wonderful love and respect I've gotten. I've adored each and every person's comment; and the many friends I've made on Wattpad as well.
School is starting soon. I shall be updating First Love whenever I can. I'll try my hardest to keep on an understandable updating schedule. I'm not sure how many of you like CLEXA or The 100, but if you do, I have a CLEXA fanfic in the works as well so stay tuned for that. (;
(And of course more Emison!!)
Again, thanks so much guys. Hope to see your surprised comments in the next couple of chapters.
Comment who you think Uber -A is in this story! I'd love to know your thoughts, and to see if anybody could guess it (;
Dream On & Never Give Up,
-EmisonFans