A/N: I've felt this sudden need to write this story because the idea has been floating around in my head for a while now... Here goes nothing... If it sucks, well, then it sucks. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own PLL.

The Rosewood prison honestly needed an extreme makeover. Sure, it was a prison, but that didn't mean that the town could just not fund it in any way. Normally prisons had somewhat nice facilities, but Rosewood's was the spittin' image of those that came out of a movie or TV show. In fact, it shouldn't have even been called a prison, because in all reality, it was a jail. The small building was mainly where 'criminals' were kept overnight before being bailed out or transferred to the Philadelphia prison.

The lights blinked constantly, causing shadows to appear then vanish quickly before one's eyes. The floors and walls were dark stone that gave the appearance as if they were wet. However, some were actually wet from the busted pipes within the walls. The entire building was two rooms; the front being a small office where the guard passed time by TV, food, or even sleep, and the back was where the cells sat.

Toward the back of the jailhouse, Ezra Fitz sat on lumpy mattress that dared to call itself a bed. He cradled his head in his heads, feeling like the stupidest person to ever walk the planet, and only wanted to get out.

The young man could only blame himself for what had happened... They had always been so careful, but yet, it wasn't even careful enough. His apartment was their hiding place for the longest time, giving them a safe place to express their love without worrying about how the real world saw them. About ninety-nine percent of their time and memories were held there, and it just so happen to be where they got caught.

Ezra had been expecting her to arrive around six on a Friday evening, so he was preparing dinner for once in his life. There was a knock on his door, but it was not soft and quick like she always did, but rather a one, loud bang against the wood. He wiped his hands on a dish towel before tossing it over his shoulder quickly. Ezra made his way to the door and opened it with a smile, but it quickly fell at the sight before him.

There stood Aria with a tear stained face, but she wasn't alone... A cop held her arm tightly with a stern expression. "Mr. Ezra Fitz, you're under arrest for the statutory rape of Miss Aria Montgomery." As the officer released his grip from Aria and made his way to handcuff Ezra, he added, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense." The dish towel fell to the floor as Mr. Fitz's face hit the wall from the officer's force.

"Ezra," he heard Aria croak out between sobs. "I'm so sorry... I had no idea how -"

Ezra gave her a look with his eyes that told her to stop talking since there was nothing he could do at the moment. Aria nodded in response, understanding where he was coming from. She continued to shake as she watched the love of her life's hands being bound tightly in metal, and Aria had to literally force herself to not push the cop out of the way and kiss Ezra with all that she had within her.

The police officer grasped Ezra's shoulder and forced him out the door as Aria followed, silently shutting the door to 3B behind her. When the three reached the parking lot, Ezra made eye contact with Byron Montgomery, who, by that point, had aggressively grabbed Aria's wrist. He obviously knew way more than Ezra did, because all the English teacher was aware of was that he was being taken to jail. There was no idea of who had caught them in the act and turned them in...just that it had happened.

As the officer opened the police car door, Byron scowled at the sight of the man who had 'raped' his sixteen year old daughter, and forgot that he was suppose to be holding back that said daughter. Aria sprinted across the parking lot in her black, lacy dress and leather boots toward the spot where Ezra was.

Judging by her outfit, she was obviously not expecting all this to be happening, but rather a romantic evening...and so was I... Ezra thought to himself at the sight of his girlfriend running at him. Just as the officer was about to duck Ezra's head into the squad car, Aria grabbed her boyfriend's face and forced their lips together. The kiss didn't last long because the cop tore them apart, but the couple needed it, not knowing where their relationship was headed.

Soon, Aria watched the cop car speed off into the night, as it carried her love to Rosewood Prison. She cried at the thought of never seeing him again, but quickly pushed it away with confidence. No, I won't let things end this way. I will talk to him again, even if it's the last thing I ever do.

Ezra ran a hand through his curly, black hair in frustration, and let out an angry huff as well.

I shouldn't have talked to her that first day in the bar... I shouldn't have hoisted her up onto that counter and made out with her... I shouldn't have invited her over to my apartment and given her advice about her parents... I shouldn't have come back from New York, but instead just stay there to make things less complicated... I shouldn't have begged her to forgive me, and then proceed to make out in the back of my car... Ezra ran a hand over his face. I shouldn't have taken away her teenage years and keep her selfishly to myself... But I did; I did all those things, and look where it's gotten us...

"Well, what's got you so down, Man?" a husky voice asked from above. "Ya look like you wanna cry."

Ezra leaned forward to look above his bed, where another one was placed. There sat a scruffy man in about his late forties. "Excuse me?"

"Ya act like your whole world just ended, Dude; what happened?" the stranger asked as he jumped off the top bunk.

Ezra took a better look at his cellmate. He was built and tan with sandy, blonde hair. His arms were covered with several tattoos that made no sense and his right ear was pierced. "I - uh..."

The older man let out a loud, smoker laugh. "Jesus, sorry, Man! I'm being way too forward and we aren't even on a first name basis yet!" He held out a hand to shake. "Name's Tommy and you are?"

Ezra reached out and politely shook his hand in return. "Ezra."

Tommy let out another chuckle. "That's sounds like a pretty boy name. What you do for a livin', Son?"

"I - uh...teach English at Rosewood High School," the younger man answered. "And yourself?"

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "A teacher, huh? I bet you get the green real easily! As for me, I'm a handy man. I fix cars 'n shit like that."

"Sounds lovely," Ezra replied emotionlessly, but decided to change the topic of conversation. "Why are you here exactly?"

"My psycho ex-wife sued me for 'abuse'," Tommy answered with disgust. "I slap her ass playfully as a joke, and she calls the police... I actually got away from that, but they discovered a traffic ticket I never paid, so now I'm stuck in this hell hole until my brother gets in town to bail me out. How 'bout you, Pretty Boy? Did ya wear the wrong shoes to the country club?" He snorts out a laugh at his own joke.

Ezra resisted the urge to punch him and simply said, "I was having an affair with my student."

Tommy's eyes widened. "Damn! How did that happen?"

"We met before I knew I was her teacher, and just hit it off. We tried breaking it a few times, but it never worked out... We always just found our way back to each other, but someone turned us in, and I have no idea who because they won't tell me..." Ezra sighed, once again running a hand through his hair.

"How old was she?" the burly man questioned out of curiosity.

"Sixteen, but it never was an issue when we were together..."

Silence filled the cell quickly as Tommy digested the unique story. "Is she hot?"

Ezra's head shot up to glare at the man in front of him, but his stare soon softened and he leaned back against the hard wall. "Beautiful beyond anyone or anything you could imagine...and this may sound somewhat creepy and corny, but I love her with all my heart and would do anything for her..."

Before Tommy could respond, the guard appeared and bellowed, "Fitz, you've got a visitor."

A small figure stepped out from behind the tall guard and smiled, clutching her jacket closer around her body. Ezra stood from his bed and practically leaped to the bars that stood as a barrier between them. He reached his arms through and caressed her face softly, finally feeling a sense of peace. "Aria..."

A/N: This will be a two-shot (maybe three, but I'm not sure yet), and the next chapter will be Aria telling Ezra who turned them in.

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