Science. {Jason DiLaurentis}

Dead Girls Lie

She remembers playing hide and seek as a child. She was never very good at hiding. She hated waiting in the dark for someone to jump out. She preferred to be the one searching. Although, she wasn't the best at searching either. She was too curious for her own good.

Instead of searching for her partner, she'd solve another mystery first. Sometimes she would solve what animal made footprints, other-times she would find hidden secrets.

She never gave herself enough credit for solving more than one mystery at a time.

Even now, as she was locked underground, Sienna's mind itched to solve puzzles. Every piece storing into place, readying to be put away and used for play.

{~}

Jason's line of questioning grew after his visit with the private investigator. There were several confrontations needed, liars to confront. He had taken a few days to gather his thoughts, rationalize his feelings, and layout the information. He'd visited Jenna and Lola, only telling Jenna about his findings in Blackwood, careful not to get her hopes up.

Now, it was time for his investigation to begin.

The headlights of the car dim as Jason watches the man he was curious to understand. They didn't know much about each other, only having met a few times, mainly in passing, but the DiLaurentis boy wasn't his biggest fan.

Ezra Fitz is sketchy. He always looks like he has a secret hidden, words under his tongue, a trick up his sleeve. He was a wild card that seemed to know too much about a girl he'd never met.

Jason finds himself outside the brown 3B door with knuckles rapping against the wood. His feet had absentmindedly carried him to the destination, determination coursing through his veins.

There were a lot of secrets in Rosewood, his girlfriend's friends privy to most. He'd been lied to, left out, and alienated. His girlfriend was at the center of everything and no one even bothered to clue him in.

From now on, everything was going to be according to him. Sienna would be found, even if he died doing it. She was worth it.

She was worth everything.

Ezra pulls the door open, shock singeing his frame. He'd already received a visit from the detective about Shana, and then Aria had confessed to him that she had murdered Shana in self-defense, and now Jason DiLaurentis was at his door. "Jason. What a surprise. What are you doing here?"

It was painfully obvious that the Fitz boy was unhappy by his random visitor.

"I heard what happened in New York." Jason starts, feigning ignorance, he wanted to make the Fitz boy squirm.

"You did?" Ezra says, phrasing less like a question and more like a compliance. He couldn't see beyond Jason's false expression, only noting that he was clever enough to know something. Something that had led him to his door.

"Yeah, I mean it's crazy right? One day you're just walking around the streets of New York and the next you're getting shot. I can't imagine what that's like." Jason's tone feigned sympathy but sarcasm rested underneath, threatening to tear down the man in front of him.

"Uh-huh, yeah. It was— just a freak accident. I've been recovering well, though. Made it out alive." Ezra fidgets, arms crossing over his chest, a hand scratching at his jaw.