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The Blind Daters

"I'm going on my date now," Phoebe called to her sisters. She walked to the door.

"Okay, honey, have a great time," Piper chimed from upstairs. She came down the stairs and went into the kitchen. She seemed to be in a chipper mood. There was an extra bounce in her step as she walked to kitchen.

"Hey, Phoebe!" Prue called in short gasps before Phoebe stepped out the door, "Are you sure that a blind date is a good idea? i mean you could end up on a date with a psychotic stalker or something and you don't have any active powers." Prue sounded motherly as she warned Phoebe of the dangers of blind dating.

"I think I would count levitation as an active power. It does give an advantage when I'm kicking someone's ass," Phoebe jingled, her happy tone bellying her annoyance with Prue. She was sick of Prue being overprotective with her. She could take care of herself.

"Just be careful, okay?" Prue warned again.

Phoebe sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, mom."

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Phoebe arrived at the restaurant five minutes early. The date was scheduled for six o'clock. She was incredibly nervous. She didn't know what to expect. A plethora of hot men poured through the door. Everytime Phoebe saw one, she became eager only to have her hopes shattered everytime. Phoebe sank low in her seat as the hot blond with toned muscled and hazel eyes walked straight pass her. She let out a frustrated sigh.

Suddenly, a man entered the restaurant. He was tall, tanned, and handsome. He had black, shiny hair and emerald green eyes. He wore a gray suit that made him look quite professional. He looked around the restaurant until he spotted the lone Phoebe and started to walk toward her. Phoebe perked up as the man approached her. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as this man with the shoulders of a football player came to her.

"Phoebe Halliwell?" he asked.

Phoebe nodded her head after suddenly becoming speechless.

"I'm Cole Turner, assistant district attourney of San Fransisco and I would like to ask you a few questions."

"Did I do something wrong? I think I already paid for that speeding ticket..." Phoebe babbled as she started to panic, "I'm sorry for stepping on the officer's foot, but he tried to make a move on me. And for kicking him in the shin and punching him in the-"

"Phoebe," Cole inturrupted, "I'm your date." He chuckled as he took a seat across from Phoebe.

Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought I was in big trouble," she said, now relaxed.

"Well, now that you confessed I think you might be," Cole said seriously. His face went totally blank, making it hard for Phoebe to read his emotions.

Phoebe started to panic again. Her mouth fell agape as her she breathing quickened. "I-I-It was only self-defense, , you can't possibly press charges for-"

Cole held up his hand. He smiled. "I'm kidding, Phoebe. And please, first name basis. I want to kill the visible tension between us."

"Tension?" Phoebe repeated between clenched teeth, "What tension?"

Cole reached out and gently stroked Phoebe's jaw line. "The tension right here," he quietly uttered.

Phoebe's jaw loosened as Cole's thumb carressed her face. She could feel all of her sanity fly the window. But, she didn't know this man. How could she possibly be falling for some random, sexy guy she just happened to meet on a blind date? For all she knew, he could only be posing as the ADA. She slightly pulled away from Cole's touch.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners?" Cole said softly. "Lets talk and get to know each other over dinner, shall we?"
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Authors Notes: Ok, this is my first fic so go a little easy on me. Give constructive critism on what I can improve. I would highly appreciate it. :) Also, I would like to thank Christine Ruud for helping me with the idea for the story. Please review. ;)