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Chapter One

The music could be heard from outside. Inside P3, the club owned by Piper Halliwell, Phoebe and Piper were found sitting at the bar. Paige walked in, spotted them and headed over to the bar.

Piper turned, catching sight of her sister, or rather her very bright orange/red hair. "Paige, where you been? You're late."

Paige looked slightly sheepish, "I know. I'm sorry. I got tied up."

Phoebe asked slyly, "Where? At Richard's?"

Paige tried to look insulted. "No. I was at work. Get your mind out of the gutter, missy," she ordered pointing her finger at her sister.

Phoebe laughingly exclaimed, "Hey, you're the one who orbs home to find lingerie."

The sisters laughed. It was wonderful to be together again and just relax not fighting demons or warlocks or whatever else Chris wanted them to go after.

"Two times, I did that twice."

Piper added with slight longing, "Yes, it's about the only time we see you anymore."

Exasperated Paige asked, "Why did I come here? To get picked on?"

Phoebe was quick to answer, "Because we love you."

Piper contributed, "I kinda miss ya."

Paige defended, "I am not at Richard's that much. Fine, okay, maybe I am. But, you know I am just an orb away if you need help."

Piper cautiously said, "Yeah, the thing is we've just gotta be careful because if we stray too far away from each other, demons take advantage. We've learned that lesson the hard way a few times."

Paige replied quickly, "I know, I know, I get it. I just really don't want to think of us living together in fifty years."

Piper sarcastically corrected, "Ah, twenty, thirty years tops."

Phoebe added slightly hopeful, "We can always move to Hong Kong so I could see Jason whenever I want to."

Piper turned towards Phoebe, "How do you say dream on in Chinese?"

Leaning on the bar Phoebe replied, "Ni Tsai Tsua Mung.

"Impressive."

"Berlitz," was Phoebe's quick response. "Okay, what about you, missy? Spill it."

Piper was confused, "Spill what?"

Phoebe wore a duh look on her face, "Come on, you and Greg. Put out any fires lately?"

Piper looked suspicious, "Is that supposed to be a subtle fireman reference?"

Phoebe replied slightly proud of herself, "Yeah, you like it?"

Paige was shocked, "Wait a minute, you're going out with a fire fighter?"

Piper triumphantly pointed out, "Proof positive, you haven't been around much."

Phoebe started recounting details, "Let's see. They've been seeing each other for about three weeks and someone, I won't say who, although it's not the fireman, is avoiding taking it to the next step."

Piper explained, "I am not avoiding, I'm just a little reluctant. That's all."

Paige responded cheerfully, "My dear, it is time to get back in the saddle."

Piper looked amused, "Now a cowboy reference."

"Piper, you just need to relax and let it happen," Phoebe advised

"Yeah, easy for you to say, you weren't the one sleeping with an angel for three years." Her eyes clouded over with memories briefly.

Phoebe argued, "Yeah, but you were nervous when you and Leo first started, you know. I seem to remember that you used to freeze him during all the good parts, right? Hey, maybe you should, uh..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as her eyebrows waged up and down.

Piper looked resigned, "No, I'm not freezing Greg. I'm so nervous I'll probably blow him up."

Phoebe was not sure how to respond to such a statement. "Well..."

Piper pointed at her accusingly "Gutter, gutter, gutter."

Phoebe just laughed. Spotting someone heading their way her laughter slowly died. Chris made his way over to them through the crowd of people in P3 dodging flailing limbs.

"What are you guys talking about?" Chris enquired.

Phoebe replied nonchalantly "Stuff," shrugging a shoulder.

Their whitelighter nodded, his hair falling into his eyes slightly and turned to walk away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Paige had to shout to be heard over the noise.

Chris looked back at the sister and replied "I gotta go work on the next demon... stration." As if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Which considering that it was the brunette it should have been.

Phoebe attempted to draw Chris into their conversation, "Chris, why don't you relax and come have a drink with us?"

Chris just shook his head, "Thanks, but I didn't come here to relax."

He turned and walked back into the crowd headed towards Piper's office.

"That is one bitchy Whitelighter." Phoebe commented.

Piper agreed, "You're telling me."

"Hey, Piper, why don't you go talk to the guilt machine over there," Paige suggested.

-Backroom/Piper's Office-

Chris walked in, closed the office door behind him before flipping the lights on. A young woman was sitting on the sofa. Dressed in a tight black leather outfit with long, straight auburn hair, she radiated danger.

Chris exclaimed shocked, "Bianca." He cautiously walked over to her. "I don't understand. What are you doing here?"

Bianca bowed her head to him. "Lord Christopher. Shh, there'll be time to explain later. But for now..."

She ran her finger down his chest. She had a red symbol on her wrist in the shape of a bird. Suddenly she shoved her hand deep into his chest and a glow began to surround where her hand was.

The door opened and Piper walked in and began to talk as she opened the door.

"You know, all work and no, hey!"

Bianca pulled her hand out of his chest and created an energy ball to fling at the oldest sister. Piper raised her hands and blew her up. Chris leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the floor.

"Are you okay?" Piper asked concerned as she extended a hand and helped him off the floor.

Chris winced, "Yeah, I think so."

Piper asked her voice filled with confusion, "What happened? Who was she?"

Chris immediately lied, "I don't know."

-Alley outside P3-

In the dark, a swarm became visible swirling faster and faster. It gathered closer forming a figure that became solid…Bianca. She glanced at the club before shimmering out leaving no trace of ever having been there.

AN: So what do you think? This is my first ever charmed story. Please read and review