A/N: Hello all.

I have a different fic going here as I'm currently experiencing a dry spell with the others, I'm afraid. This one has been buzzing in my head for ages now so I thought to stop the buzz I should at lease start to write it. I'm sorry to say it's a work in progress but I'm kinda hoping you guys will like.

Also I got the idea from a song, strangely enough, by Roxette...hence the title. I love it. (the song)

Anyway let me know what you think but I do warn you, the first chap is a bit slow. However DRAMA shall ensue.

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Listen To Your Heart.

1.

Leaning back in his chair, with his feet resting comfortably on his desk, Andy Trudeau attentively turned each page of the magazine he held. He gazed at the sections carefully before doing the same to the next page.

He did this week after week with every new edition. Little did anyone know Andrew Trudeau rarely read an article. It seemed odd to buy the magazine and never fully use the material inside, however it was a routine Andy found completely logical.

Andy brought the issues purely for the picture content. The photographs, which brightened the mundane text. Bright and vibrant, showing a side to the city he found hard to find especially with his job.

However he became to wonder if the reason for this was because he wore rose tinted glasses.

It started one day when he glanced down at the name printed beneath one particular photo that had caught his eye. In bold letters was a name he could never forgot nor wished to.

Prue Halliwell; first love, high school sweetheart, best friend, first heartbreak. The list was endless.

He and Prue for a long time were inseparable but fate stepped in and pulled them apart. Consequently they had never spoken since.

When Andy stumbled upon the photo, he finally found a piece of the girl he still dreamt about. Not having the nerve to just turn up after so long, he decided to keep his distance but found it increasingly difficult to ignore the fact she was an accomplished photographer. Her dream. Something she achieved without him.

"Trudeau." a harsh voice resounded, automatically making Andy sit up in his chair and place the magazine down on his desk, closed shut.

"Yes Captain." he replied, unable to hide the slight intimidation he had felt.

Andy stood as his captain and another man approached. The stranger was about Andy's height. Maybe an inch shorter, Andy thought to himself. He had a light brown coloured hair, which hang slightly in his face, with hazel eyes and a small, somewhat nervous smile. He looked about Andy's age but could have been maybe a year older.

"Trudeau, I want you to meet your new partner. Andrew Trudeau this is Calvin Anderson. Calvin Anderson meet your partner Andrew Trudeau." the captain instructed.

"Welcome." Andy greeted the newcomer politely with a small smile and holding out his hand.

"Thanks." was the short response he received from the new officer, as he shook his hand.

"Trudeau, I expect you to show Calvin the ropes. Although he's a transfer so he should already know what's what."

With his final words, the captain turned away and began walking back down towards his office. Andy watched him in slight contempt, wondering if the man had ever cracked a smile.

"Is he always that welcoming?" Calvin quipped quietly to Andy, who turned to his new partner with a grin.

"This is one of his better days. Wait until the morning his wife has forgotten his bacon." Andy joked, earning a short laugh from Calvin. "So you transferred? Where you from?"

"I've transferred from New York but I was only there for almost a year. I tend to move a lot."

"Really, what was the appeal of San Francisco?" Andy asked.

Calvin smiled. "Less crowds, more sun….and I met someone who was out there but she came back home here."

Andy also smiled and raised an eyebrow. "So you followed her home." he supplied, having heard this type of story from other officers.

"Yeah, you could say that." Calvin laughed, while scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"I was a transfer." Andy stated, trying to change the subject for the love struck cop.

"Where you from originally?" Calvin asked, liking the change in direction.

"I grew up here but I then moved to Portland. Then decided to come back."

"What was your appeal? A certain girl?" Calvin grinned.

Andy smiled softly. "There was a girl."

Calvin clammed up suddenly as he noticed Andy referred to the girl in the past tense. Great one Cal, he thought. Upset the guy on your first day and all. Typical.

"Sorry, I…" Calvin began but was cut off.

"Hey, why are you apologising? I'm fine. I like the single life." Andy grinned, although if Calvin had known him better he may have noticed his eyes contradicted his words.

"Ah, a born bachelor, I see." the new cop commented with a small smile, once again grateful for the somewhat change in topic direction.

"When you get divorced, then we'll talk." Andy remarked before scanning the office. "Right, let me show you around. Want some coffee?"

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"Phoebe, come on!" Prue shouted up the stairs of the manor, while tapping the bottom step with her boot, growing increasingly impatient.

"I'll be there in a sec. Jeez Prue, it's not like Grams is going anywhere." came an equally irritated voice from upstairs, where Phoebe was currently getting ready.

"Doesn't mean we can't be on time for a change!" Prue yelled back, giving the bottom step a final kick before turning round and heading for the kitchen.

Piper looked up at her sisters entrance and smiled very slightly. "It's nice to have you two getting along again. I've missed the pleasant yelling and arguing." she quipped, while Prue gave her a playful glare.

"You have to agree, we did tell Grams we would be there at noon and it's now….five to and we still haven't left." Prue shot back and sighed heavily when she looked at the time. "Phoebe!"

"I would have hated to see you two in New York." The younger sister commented as she pulled a tray of muffins from the oven.

"We got along great, thank you very much." Prue responded, reaching for a muffin only to have Piper smack her hand away. "Owe."

"I'll believe it when I see it." Piper replied, ignoring her sister's earlier out cry.

"Phoebe!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." Phoebe's voice floated into the room, followed by Phoebe adjusting the jacket she had put on. "Prue, I preferred you in New York." she continued, moving over to her sisters.

"That's because you barely saw me." Prue remarked, watching as Piper also smacked Phoebe's hand away.

"Owe, Piper! You could just say 'no touching the muffins.'" the youngest commented, rubbing her sore hand.

Piper raised an eyebrow. "That never worked the first twenty times I tried it."

"Actually Prue I see you less here. Don't we Piper?" Phoebe stated, trying to change the subject.

Piper nodded in agreement, as the two younger Halliwells eyed the eldest with small playful glares.

"If I hadn't had practically moved out when we came back from New York, you two would still be sharing a room." Prue argued, folding her arms across herself and mirroring the glares she was receiving.

At her answer though, both Piper and Phoebe looked at each other than back to Prue.

"We love you." Piper replied with a grin.

"I double love you because if I had to share a room with her and Leo doing the…"

"Phoebe!" Piper yelped, hitting the top of her sister's arm and trying to ignore the smirk on Prue's face. "Don't we have a hospital to get to?"

"Yes we do…but that doesn't mean this particular conversation is over." Prue sniggered, watching as Piper blushed under their teasing. "Right, Phoebe, as you have made us late, you get back seat."

Phoebe watched as her oldest sister marched out the kitchen. "She needs to get laid." she grinned to Piper as they both laughed.

"I heard that!"

Piper and Phoebe exchanged shocked expressions before following their sister.

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A/N: It's kinda short...but let me know what you are thinking.

Bye.

:o)