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The Honeymoon's Over

Season Three

Belthazor is acting as ADA to infiltrate the Charmed Ones to kill them.

Hmmm. By the way that one volunteered so quickly, he figured she would be the easiest link to the Charmed ones.

He led her away briskly, smiling inwardly at the effects his human charms had on her.

"So, your statement please."

"Well, we took an interest in this case-"

"So you're investigators?"

"Phoebe" frowned, her delicate nose scrunching up in a very endearing way. Not that it mattered.

"Nooo. We-"

"Consultants then?" he noticed a flash of frustration in her brown eyes.

"You know, if you let me finish-"

"Yes, of course, my apologies." What a wonderful shade of brown—very warm, he imagined, if they weren't the slightest bit hostile, as they were now.

She gave a slight harrumph. "Well, alright..."

"And your number please."

"Of course. Feel free to call anytime."

"For investigative purposes, of course."

She smiled. "Naturally...for investigation."

"Thank you," he said, and turned away. Perhaps this infiltration wouldn't take as long as he thought.

Belthazor sneaks up on Phoebe as she's going back to her car after famous "leg-kick" scene.

It was odd, keeping up this pretense. Like how it was so odd how hard it was too slip up, so hard to refrain from saying "I'm a demon who's watching your every move and that's how I know to sneak up on you at school" versus "I'm an ADA who can look up people using detective services."

And he couldn't help but think of that very sexy leg as he walked away. He obviously needed a good fuck soon.

The Charmed Ones have frozen the courtroom to note who are demons, and are fighting the demons, who are masquerading as the judge, attorneys, etc. They don't realize that Cole, being a demon, isn't really frozen.

It was odd how badly he wanted to protect her from that leering Emilo. He shook his head at himself.

He was being ridiculous. He was only being protective so he himself could finish the Charmed Ones off.

He stared at her receding back. Feisty fighters, weren't they? Very s—no, silly thoughts again.

He was determined to see this out. He would kill them, he was sure of it.

Only a few more minutes alone with Phoebe, only a few more days of ADA 'work'. Then he would have success.