Summary

Sides. Mine & Yours. We don't share opinions, love, or time periods. Just blood. Most of the time you need more for a bond to work...but not always. A child from the future is back in the past with our favorite five & they bear a story, mystery, a lot of detest for their parent. Sounds like any other day in Rosewood.

Two Sides of Life

Chapter One

Year 2036

"Out of the vehicle! Now! Out of the vehicle! Face the vehicle, hands on the roof!" Police swarmed around the street cars as they came to a full stop after the quarter-mile stretch. Guns were aimed at both of drivers through the wind shield and the driver side window. Police were also going around arresting everyone that was waiting at the finish line, music was still blasting as nearly a hundred racers and watchers were rounded up.

"On what grounds?" One of the two of the racers questioned as they were now out of the cars with there hands resting in the roofs. Officers approached them from behind and grabbed their arms, yanking them behind their backs as they were cuffed.

"Name?" The officer that was holding the female racer demanded.

"Alexandra." Came the short reply.

"Last." The officer ordered. At her silence, the officer snapped. "Now."

"Hastings." The woman answered in pure distaste.

"Alexandra Hastings you are under arrest on grounds of illegal street racing. 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 an attorney. If you can't afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you? Having these rights in mind, do you wish to talk to us now?" The officer listed off as they led her to a squad car.

"No chance in hell." She retorted with a scoff. The officer nodded before opening a door to one of the squad cars and pushing her in, shutting it behind her.

"Name?" Another officer questioned as he entered the interrogation room.

"Thought I already answered that?" Alex remarked dryly. "And didn't you take my finger prints?"

"Maybe so. But cooperating would make this so much easier." The officer sat across from Alex after setting a folder of papers in front of him. She looked to contemplate it and tilted her head to the side on thought, looking the officer up and down.

"Alexandra Hastings." She relented after nearly a minute of deliberation.

"Hastings? As in daughter of Spencer Hastings? Granddaughter of Peter and Veronica Hastings?" The officer looked at her with a raised eyebrow, face skeptical. In hindsight, the daughter and granddaughter of lawyers being arrested probably didn't seem likely.

"Yeah." The distaste was evident in her tone. The officer looked slightly sympathetic at the reveal. He could only imagine what that would mean for her.

"Age?" The officer questioned as he opened the folder and started writing out information on the first page.

"Sixteen." His hand faltered as the age sunk in. He frowned with furrowed eyebrows as he resumed writing.

"You know why you were arrested?" He had a feeling she knew exactly why she was arrested but had to ask anyway.

"Well if I had to guess, I would say probably for the street racing." The sarcasm was practically dripping from her voice. The officer bit his lip to hide a smirk. From the files he had gone over that contained her own mother's previous questionings from around the same age, he knew their sarcasm was certainly something they shared. Most officers would've hated the sarcasm and found it insulting, but if anything he was amused by the remarks. They weren't rude or derogatory, they just had a smart-ass element that was warming.

"Good guess." He looked up and saw a small grin on her face. "So now I just have to ask for curiosities sake, basically the entirety of your family are lawyers. Yet you've submitted to questioning without one present, you must know you can. So why?" He wondered, watching for any tell.

"Simple. It wouldn't do me any good." She answered without falter or hesitation. Her face remained unchanged and there was no tell. Even the officer would admit, she was good at hiding whatever she was really thinking.

"And why's that?" He pushed curiously. She shrugged and lifted an eyebrow, challenging. When he did the same she finally relented, dropping it and answered.

Leaning forward on her forearms, she answered with a much more nonchalant tone than he would've imagined she would have in that given where they were. "Because let's face it, I was caught illegally street racing. And I have no doubt that there is no way any cop would've went on that bust unless there was solid evidence that we would be there racing. Because if there wasn't, you could've risked missing us and alerting us to the fact that you were on our tails. So you must've had solid proof meaning, you more than likely have me for much more than just the one count. That being said, if that's true and you have that evidence paired with the fact that I was spotted and caught street racing, nothing any lawyer can do would get me out of this completely clean. Just not possible." Finished, she leaned back in the chair, folding her arms over her chest.

"And how would you know that you have no chance? How would you know any of that?" The officer questioned confused with narrowed eyes.

"If you did your research on me, you would know how I know." Came the smart reply. Frowning, he nodded, closed the file, stood and left the room.

Walking into the viewing room, he greeted the detective. "Where's Ms. Hastings?" He questioned looking around the room only to find empty spare the two. The detective was looking through the one way glass, watching Alexandra. She turned to face him and shook her head.

"Not able to make it. She's apparently at a conference in Seattle."

"And she's not on the first flight back?" When the detective shook her head, he continued. "Why the hell not? Her daughter was just arrested on multiple counts of street racing. Why wouldn't she want to be here?"

Sighing the detective shook her head again and turned back to watch Alexandra through the glass. "She believes that apparently if there is anyway out of this, her daughter would've either found it on her own or not done it at all."

"You're saying she doesn't even care to be here for her daughter because she believes her daughter can find her own way out of it? That's not even possible. There isn't a way out of this and even Alexandra knows it." He exclaimed.

"I know." She admitted. "I was watching. The idea of it all barely seemed to faze her. I just don't know why she would risk it, being a lawyers kid. Why risk it when you know you're going to have multiple charges on you if you're caught. You would think she'd know better." The detectives brows were furrowed as she tried to figure it out.

"Why race? Why does any street racer race?" The officer questioned drawing the detectives gaze but he was staring at Alexandra. "Because for that quarter-mile or more, that's all that matters. Any problem they may have, or anything else in life in general, they leave at the gates. Nothing else matters. For those ten seconds, they're someone else. All that matters is the ten seconds between start and finish, the other racers and the race."

"But why just accept guilt and not even seem to fight?"

"Maybe because she's smart? There's nothing that would defend it. And fighting it would be a waste. The worst that will even happen is juvenile detention. No doubt she knows it and for whatever reason isn't afraid of it." The officer tried to reason an explanation. The detective nodded absently an sighed.

"If you're so convinced, see if you can get the confession her mother suggested."

"Her mother suggested a confession?" The officer questioned in disbelief. She responded with a grim nod. They both knew that no caring parent wouldn't be here for their child in this situation and they sure as hell wouldn't be the one to suggest a confession.

Walking back into the room with a single paper and pen in hand, the officer placed it in front of Alex. She looked down at it, scanning it over.

"What's this?" She questioned.

Frowning, he answered, "The statement. You just have to sign it."

She shook her head and pushed the pen and paper back to him. "It's a confession. A confession implies I did something wrong and I know it. That's why I'm not signing it."

"You broke the law. Multiple times. You even admitted that." The officer countered in confusion. She nodded.

"I broke the law, yes. I admitted that, yes. But I didn't and never will admit that racing was wrong, because that would imply regret. Something I'm not expressing over racing, ever. So you can take that confession that I know my mother wants and go shove it up her ass because it's not happening."

"A true racer through and through." The detective muttered to herself behind the glass.

The confession was never signed but it never mattered. Alex knew it never would've. It wouldn't have have changed anything, at all. She was found guilty, as predicted and sentenced to juvenile detention, also expected. For two years. Upon reaching a majority, she would be released and all would be done. But nothing ever happens as planned.

Two Months Later

"Hastings. Visitor!" She was led to the visiting center and directed to sit at a table that was solely occupied by a man in a suit. When he noticed her presence, he stood and extended a hand.

"Jordan Carson." He greeted. She looked at his hand skeptically.

"What do you want?" She questioned bluntly, blatantly denying the extended hand. Jordan chuckled.

"I like you already. Direct. It's good. Very well." He followed her example and sat. "Simply put. I want you to work for me." He revealed.

Scoffing, Alex narrowed her eyes. "Doing what? Huh? What would you want a sixteen year old in juvie for racing for?"

"Just that. Racing." At her continued skeptical look he went on. "Maybe it'll help if you know what I do." He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a closed leather two section badge. He flicked it open and laid it on the table. Slowly reaching forward, Alex picked it up and read.

Jordan Carson

Director

CIA

His picture was next to it and above it was a CIA badge. Her eyes shifted from the badge up to his face as she flipped it closed and slid it across the table.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"You believe me? Just like that?" He asked curious. Alex shrugged.

"It's a legit badge. Your face is on it and who would go through all of this trouble for a sixteen year old kid if you weren't who you said you were. Either way, I trust my instincts and they're telling me you're not lying. So yes. It's really the only logical option."

"I knew I chose well with you." He smiled. "I want you to work for me. As an undercover operative. Particularly on street racing ops. There are more than you would think, from drug runs to global scale heists. I've seen your record. And no, not just your criminal one. Your racing one, about a mile long and only full of wins and won pink slips. Not afraid of risks nor have a strict moral compass. If you can justify it, it's okay. That's the mental perspective I need, and you have the skill set. Not to mention, you also already have enough credits to graduate high school, which you've done. And enough to get an early associates degree. Also done. And let's not leave your exceptional ability to lie, detect them, and intimidate out of it." He finished never once losing his grin.

"Well, it seems you're just an expert on all things me now aren't you? Now that you've listed my greatest hits, answer this. What's in it for me?"

"You mean aside from the obvious getting you out of here?" He questioned. Receiving a nod, he smirked and continued. "You never have to see her again. That is, if you chose not to." They both knew to which he was referring.

"When do I start?"

It was only a day and a half later that a private jetliner was arriving in Rio with merely two passengers. Alex was the first out of the door and down the steps. Looking around she turned back to face Jordan as he followed.

"Thought you were the director of the CIA. You know, an United States based agency?" Alex questioned as he led them away from the landing strip.

"I am and it is. But we have many connections outside of it and many times that's where we operate. Especially for street racing. As you know street racing is a global phenomenon. People love it all around and people use it for other purposes than just racing as well. Here in Rio? It's drugs and money. One of the most corrupt cities known." He explained as they got onto a cart to drive them from the hangar.

"So essentially the police are letting it happen." Alex guessed to receive a nod.

"Correct. They let the bosses of the scene do what they want, smuggle what they want, hell probably destroy the city if they wanted. As long as they got their money."

"Corrupt doesn't even begin to seem to describe it." Alex commented.

"You're right. It doesn't. That's why we've been called in. The CIA is one of the more powerful and reachful agencies of the world. We go places and do things others can't. That's why I need you to do things and go places that not only others can't, but that they won't. Think you can do that?"

"Will I be behind a wheel?"

"That's your job."

"Then I can do whatever you need done."

"Good. Let's go" he directed as the cart stopped and they got off entering a garage.

"Here's your background." Jordan handed her a file. "Your name as an operative is Quinn Walker. Not only will it defend you, but any family and friends you had. No other agent will know your real name. You will be a target. Every operative is when they choose this. And they know that. As do you. Clear?"

"Crystal. So… where's my car?"

Year 2017

A.D was turning up the heat on all of the girls. That part of evident. If not by the fact that they were all tied up in chairs in a black room, then by the fact that they had lost all ability to even guess A.D's next move. They all came around at nearly the same time as the chloroform wore off leaving them all groggy and shaking their heads trying to dispel the blurriness in their vision even though it didn't help them see through the darkness.

"Where the hell are we?" Emily wondered.

"Shh!" Hanna cried. "My head is pounding worse than any hangover I've ever had." She complained.

"That would be the result of chloroform." Spencer spoke up in dryly.

"Alison? Aria?" Emily called out. They were the only two that hadn't spoken up yet.

"Here." Alison groaned quietly as she also woke nearly a minute later.

"Also here." Aria answered seconds later allowing the rest of them to release their held breathe in anticipation.

The once pitch black room was doused in lit as bright neon lights came on. Blinking rapidly, they readjusted their eyes to the lights and looked around for each other. It was easy to notice they were lined up in a row facing a wall with a one way glass window into a pitch black room. Spencer was the furthest to the left, followed by Hanna, Aria, Emily and finally Alison on the far right. The five all had their hands zip tied behind the backs of the chairs and their front legs were zip tied to the front legs of the chairs while their torsos were tied by rope to the chair. They all exchanged worried looks as their minds raced remembering the events that led to this situation.

"Glad to see you're all awake!" A happy voice called out from behind them. Turning their necks as far as they could go, they strained to catch site of the speaker. A figure stood dress in all black, donning the signature black hoodie that haunted all of their nightmares was who they presumed to be A.D, face hidden by hood and all.

"Who are you?" Spencer demanded, hoping to get the figure speaking again. What seemed very apparent in the first sentence was a clear accent.

"Aw, it hurts my feelings that you feel the need to ask. Shouldn't I have made a lasting impression by now?" The accented voice spoke again. It was clear it was female and British. It also had a vaguely familiar under sound to it, but not much more than that was distinguishable. That in all spoke volumes. If A.D was willing to let them hear her real voice than that meant something. Something substantial. All of the girls arrived at the realization at the same time.

Either the game was nearly over or they weren't going to be leaving the room alive.

So as you can see, this is the start to my first Pretty Little Liars story, I'm really looking forward to seeing what you guys think. Hope you like it. It certainly won't be one like any other. See ya next chapter! Let me know what you're thinking over in a review? It's always appreciated! -DS