When Luca Peter Donahue was two years old, he accidentally lit his house on fire. Not with the matches his mother mistakingly left on the coffee table like everyone thought, with the fire he created from his own little hands. Later that same year, his father discovered that Luca wasn't his son and in response left Luca with his already unstable mother, who couldn't accept her son was not entirely human. The deeply religious and disturbed woman was convinced that God could heal her son, but He never did, and so she resorted to methods deemed unethical by others. When Luca was fourteen he ran away from home, living on the streets of Sacramento for four years, reluctantly using his magic to survive. He graduated top of his class in high school and attended Stanford University on a full scholarship where he earned a Psychology degree, after graduating with honors he was accepted to the FBI Academy in Virgina.

Following graduation, he was stationed in Seattle, but after three years he moved out to San Francisco, and that's where he first realized he wasn't the only magical being out there. A woman had been murdered in the back alley of a popular restaurant called Halliwell's.

Luca was standing at the crime scene looking down at the woman, a brunette in her twenties, she'd been stabbed at least three times in the stomach, staining her yellow dress as well as the pavement below her with blood.

"I'm still having trouble believing no one saw anything," Luca says to his partner, Agent Doug Metzler, a man in his early forties who looked at Luca as the kid brother he always wanted but never had.

"That's what people are saying, but the owner sounds like she's speaking from a script," Doug says running a hand through his blonde hair that had started graying at the temples.

"Mind if I have a run at her, might get her to break ?" Luca asks.

"Alright Stanford, be my guest she's inside. Her name is Piper Halliwell," Doug says as Luca smiles, then walks around to the front of the building.

The owner was sitting at a table next to the bar with two other women, deep in conversation.

"Piper Halliwell ?" Luca asks as he walks up to the women, who stop their conversation when they see him as if they didn't want him to accidentally overhear.

"Yes," The one in the middle says.

"I'm Agent Luca Donahue, I'm with the FBI. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions ?" Luca asks.

Piper nods but the woman to her left asks,"I have a question, what kind of name is Luca Donahue ?".

"It's mine, Ms...," Luca says sitting down in the chair across from Piper.

"Phoebe Halliwell, I'm Piper's sister," Phoebe explains.

"Ms. Halliwell, like I said, I need to talk to your sister for a few minutes," Luca says as Phoebe nods and seems to settle down. "When did you discover the body ?" Luca asks turning to Piper.

"Just before the dinner shift, I went to take out the trash and she was just lying there," Piper explains as the other woman at the table who hadn't spoken looks at Luca a little confused.

"Shouldn't you write this down, so we don't have to go through this again when you can't remember what she said ?" The woman asks.

"Paige, he knows what he's doing," Piper says quietly to the woman.

"Well we don't know that he does, this could be his first day for all we know," Paige says as Luca smiles a little.

"I can hear you,"Luca says getting the sisters attention, "I've been doing this for four years, I have an eidetic memory, and these questions are very important for my investigation. So I'd appreciate no more interruptions,".

"It's okay," Piper says as Phoebe and Paige stand up.

"We'll be over there," Paige says as she motions to end of the bar on the other side of the room.

After Phoebe and Paige leave, Piper turns her attention back to Luca, "I'm sorry about them, they're a bit over protective," she explains.

"Ms. Halliwell, I am not here to judge you or your family, I'm here to solve a murder. That's all," Luca says as Piper nods, "Have you ever seen the woman before ?".

"No, I don't think so," Piper says, but Luca senses she's lying.

"Ms. Halliwell, you should tell me the truth. We're going to find out sooner or later," Luca says leaning forward so his arms are resting on the table.

"I am telling you the truth, I never saw that woman before I found her in my alley," Piper says getting quite offended.

"I want to believe you but I don't, and I am never wrong about these things. So why are you lying to me ?" Luca asks feeling Piper's bubbling up anger and panic.

"I'm not," Piper insists as Luca's phone dings.

"Excuse me," Luca says taking the iPhone out of his jacket pocket.

Doug had sent Luca a photograph of the necklace the woman had been wearing, three crescent moons joined together, it was a strange design, but it's so unique someone might recognize it.

"Does this necklace look familiar to you ?" Luca asks turning his phone so Piper could look at the picture.

"No," Piper says almost instantly, barely glancing at the screen, and Luca knows she lying again.

"Ms. Halliwell, I can tell when people are lying to me, and almost every word out of your mouth has been a lie, but I don't know why," Luca says slipping his phone back into his jacket pocket.

"I'm not lying, I have no idea what happened to that poor girl," Piper says, now starting to show her anger.

"I don't believe you, but believe me, when I tell you that I will find out the truth one way or another," Luca says.

"My son's a cop, so I know that since I'm not under arrest I don't have to keep talking to you if I don't want to," Piper says as Luca takes the hint.

"Alright," Luca says as he stands up, "But I hope you realize that this isn't the last you'll be seeing of me".

"I know," Piper says as Luca turns to leave.

On his way out, Luca catches another look at Phoebe who was returning to her spot next to her sister and looked at Luca like she was trying to figure out what he knew. The look they shared was almost one of knowing, like two former acquaintances passing each other on the street, a look of unsure familiarity like they'd met before but they just weren't sure from where.

Outside the restaurant, Doug was in the driver's seat of his government-issued SUV when Luca opens the passenger door.

"She lying ?" Doug asks as Luca nods.

"Through her teeth, she knows something, but she won't say what, none of them will," Luca says as he slides into the car, slamming the door behind him.

"Back to the office ?" Doug asks as he pulls the vehicle into traffic.

"No, I promised Samantha that I'd stop by after I was done at the crime scene," Luca says as Doug nods.

"How pissed was she when you had to cancel dinner again," Doug asks.

"Pissed," Luca says as Doug laughs. "What's so funny ?".

"Nothing, it's just still so hard to believe that you have girl problems," Doug says as Luca smiles.

Luca couldn't blame his friend for that comment, considering his previous track record with relationships. Having not dated in high school, when Luca got to Stanford he tried his hand at relationships with a few different girls, but they all ended badly for one reason or another, hurting Luca a little more each time. By graduation, the only relationship Luca was truly comfortable with was one night stands where there were no feelings involved, or emotional attachment, or a chance he could get his heart broken, this trend continued into his early FBI days leading up to his sudden transfer out of Seattle. After he had moved to San Francisco twelve months earlier, he spent all of his time at work, until the free-spirited artist Samantha Stevens from Miami moved into the apartment across the hall from him, it was love at first sight, for both of them.

"A little advice; flowers and jewelry can make up for just about anything," Doug says.

"I'll keep that in mind," Luca says as he starts running the details of the case through his head.

He could tell that The Halliwell sisters knew so much more than what they were saying, Luca could feel it, but he also knew there was something bigger going on, but he had no idea what.


The next morning, Luca was lying in his girlfriend's queen sized bed, still sound asleep.

Samantha hadn't been nearly as mad as Luca had anticipated, and they ended up having their dinner only a little later than originally planned, they even had enough time for some fun before going to sleep.

A fully awake Samantha walks back into her bedroom, wearing Luca's blue pin striped button down shirt and carrying two cups of steaming coffee.

When Samantha sits down on the edge of the bed, Luca wakes up.

He rolls onto his back, and he smiles when he sees Samantha.

"Morning," Luca says rubbing his eyes.

"Morning," Samantha says as Luca instinctively reaches for his phone on the nightstand.

"It's seven, we got time," Samantha says as Luca sets down his phone and sits up.

"Coffee ?" Samantha asks handing Luca the yellow cup filled almost to the brim with hot coffee.

"God yes," Luca says as Samantha hands him the cup.

"So what was so important that you had to skip out on dinner last night ?" Samantha asks repositioning herself so she was sitting cross-legged in front of Luca.

"A woman was killed in the alley of Halliwell's, that restaurant near the harbor," Luca says as that perks Samantha's attention.

"Oh I love that place," Samantha says as Luca looks at her a little confused.

"When were you ever there ?" Luca asks.

"Remember when my Mom came to town a few months ago, and we were all supposed to go out for dinner, but you had to work, so we went by ourselves, that was the place," Samantha explains.

"Oh yeah, sorry again for that," Luca says finally remembering.

"Don't worry about it," Samantha says sipping the rest of her coffee, "So I'm probably going to be at the gallery late tonight, think you can manage without me,".

"You do realize that I'm not completely dependent on you right ?" Luca asks as Samantha smiles.

"Of course, you're not sweetie," Samantha says as she stands up and walks to the bathroom.

"I'm going to need that shirt back," Luca says as Samantha stops in the doorway and turns her head back.

"Then come and get it," Samantha says as she disappears into the adjoining room.

Luca sets his cup on the nightstand and follows her.


Meanwhile, at The Halliwell Manor; Piper, Phoebe, and Paige are flipping through the Book of Shadows, looking for a certain Demon.

"This is pointless we don't even know what we're looking for,"Paige says after looking through the book for several hours.

"Well Claire was stabbed so we know the demon has hands," Piper says.

"Still not helping,"Phoebe says as her nephew Wyatt walks into the room.

Wyatt had joined the San Francisco Police Department right out of high school, much to Piper and Leo's displeasure, but that was the best way he could think of to help people with his powers. A few months earlier he'd made Inspector and was working in homicide.

"Please tell me you found something out about that Agent," Piper says her son.

"Morning Mom, and yes I did. I had to bribe a friend of mine from IA, but I did," Wyatt says.

"If someone from IA becomes friends with a cop they're asking to be bribed," Phoebe says.

"What'd you find out ?" Paige asks ignoring Phoebe.

"Not a lot; Luca Donahue originally from Sacramento, Stanford educated, he used to work in Seattle, he has an impressive solve rate, worked a few high profile cases," Wyatt explains.

"Why is this even a Federal Case; one murder, Claire didn't have any major political ties, the only family she has is her sister back in Delaware. Why is this case so special," Paige asks.

"Because six weeks ago, a young brunette in her twenties was stabbed three times in the back alley of a Portland restaurant, they still haven't found the killer," Wyatt says as Phoebe keeps flipping.

"Different states, that'd bring the FBI in," Piper says as Paige gets confused.

"But they have no solid evidence, it could be a coincidence or a copy cat," Paige says.

"Yes, but the woman in Portland did have political connections so no one is taking the chance that this case isn't connected," Wyatt says as his sister walks into the room, talking on the cordless.

"Mom, Brett's on the phone, he wants to know if he has to come to work tonight," Melinda says setting the phone against the shoulder of her green blouse.

"Tell him, yes. I'll see what I can do about decrimeseceneing the alley," Piper says as Melinda relays that information back into the phone.

"And by you, you mean me," Wyatt says as Piper cracks a small smile.

"Please, we really need to identify this demon,"Piper says as Melinda ends the call and Wyatt reluctantly nods.

"Fine I'll stop by the FBI building on my way to the station and work my charm," Wyatt says as Melinda hands her mother the phone.

"Drop me off at school on the way ?" Melinda asks as Wyatt nods.

"I'll let you know about the alley," Wyatt says as he and Melinda walk out of the room.

"Please do" Piper calls after him as Phoebe slams the book shut.

"I give up, it's too wide an area. We need to narrow it down," Phoebe says as Paige opens the book again.

"Well, what's the closest ?" Paige asks flipping through pages again.

"Belthazor," Phoebe says as Paige lands onto the page.

"Well, we can skip that," Piper says as the phone rings again.

Piper picks it up and answers it.

"Hello. No Kiera, you can not have tonight off, we are still open. I don't care about the bad press," Piper says looking to her sisters.

"Go save the world, we got this covered," Phoebe says as Piper nods.

Piper leaves the room, still arguing with the phone, Paige turns to Phoebe, "Are you okay ?".

"I should be asking you if you're okay, you just lost a charge," Phoebe says looking to Paige.

"I'm fine, but you've been off since last night. What's up ?"Paige asks as Phoebe stops flipping pages.

"I don't know, there's just something about that Agent, I can't get him out of my mind," Phoebe says.

"Maybe it's because he read Piper like a book, and knew she was lying about knowing Claire," Paige says as Phoebe looks back to the book.

"Maybe," Phoebe says as she looks at the clock."Oh crap, I need to go, I promised P.J. I'd help her pick out a couch".

"Go I got this," Paige says as Phoebe nods and leaves the attic, but her mind was still on Luca and his very familiar eyes.