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"Thank you for inviting me to lunch, Paige," Priscilla Bennett thanked her new friend as she sat at the small round table.

Paige gave a sheepishly apologetic look to Priscilla, "Actually, I feel guilty that I didn't call sooner. The party was a week ago, my nephews tell me that you're new to town," Paige shrugged and laughed self deprecatingly, " Trust me, I know what it's like to find yourself in new surroundings, trying to fit in…" She trailed off.

"Please don't feel guilty." Priscilla smiled warmly, looking around the restaurant, "This is a welcome respite; I don't know how much more of wandering aimlessly around San Francisco or staring at my hotel walls I can take," she confided.

"No luck house hunting?" Paige gave Priscilla a look of sympathy, "That's got to be hard."

"None," Priscilla shook her head, "I know what I want but I can't find it. I'm a bit picky," she winked, her blue eyes twinkling.

"Tell me about yourself," Paige insisted. She knew that Phoebe had suggested that they keep their eyes on Priscilla but her instincts told her that the woman across from her was no threat to their family. Since Paige had learned to trust her instincts, she asked out of curiosity rather than a need to pry into the mystery surrounding the woman. She happily anticipated making a new friend.

Priscilla laughed, "How boring. You know so much already that there's not much left to tell. I moved here recently because of the crime in my old town." That was the 'official' story, anyway, and Priscilla didn't deviate from the well rehearsed script. "My three sons came with my husband and I. My husband just got hired on the force here, so he's still a detective, my oldest son is a photographer, my middle son works for Chris at P3 and my youngest works at Angel's and goes to school in hopes of following in his father's footsteps," suddenly amused, she laughed, "I always promised myself that I would never be one of those women who defined herself by her husband and children…" she shook her head ruefully. "Pathetic. Your turn." She invited.

Paige laughed, "I'll start with the husband and kids, they do have a way of defining us. Henry is a parole officer. Samantha and Victoria are my twins, they're in college and they change majors every other week. Henry Jr. just started college but he knows what he wants, he's studying to be a doctor." Paige beamed proudly, "Then, of course, there are my two sisters and their children. We're a close knit family. So close we live within houses of each other. Funny," she mused, "when I first met Piper and Phoebe it felt so awkward, but we've gotten close."

"When you first met?" Priscilla questioned.

"Our mom gave me up for adoption and we didn't know we were sisters until we were adults," Paige replied simply. The truth was far from simple but Paige had her own 'official' story to stick to.

"Wow! That must have been hard. Bam, you've got sisters you never knew existed. Now I understand earlier what you meant by trying to fit in. Seems like you managed it, though." It was Priscilla's turn to be sympathetic.

"Oh, I really did. I think the hardest part of our meeting was because it was at such a painful point in Piper and Phoebe's lives. Our eldest sister had just died," she smiled sadly, "I really wish I'd gotten to meet her," she sighed, "Oh well, it just wasn't meant to be. I don't really talk to my sisters about it but I grieve for Prue, too."

Priscilla put her hand on Paige's, "Why don't you tell them?"

"I don't know, I guess because it feels kind of selfish?" Paige had an endearing habit of ending sentences in a questioning lilt as if unsure of herself.

"It's not selfish at all. Maybe you never met her but she was a part of you." Priscilla assured the younger woman.

Paige gave her a watery smile, "Thanks. I blew it huh? You probably won't ever want to go to lunch with me again."

Priscilla gave Paige a wicked little wink, "I was actually thinking that after lunch I would love to go shoe shopping, and it's much more fun to shop with someone else."

An attractive man had been subtly watching the two women who were quickly becoming friends and listening intently.

(X)

In a quiet cavern of the underworld, a restaurant patron, a delivery driver and a bird all met. Each morphed into their true personas, those of the three demons walking down the San Francisco street the night before.

"I think we have enough information for your plan," Zahra stated.

"More than enough," Kivad agreed.

"I still think we should just kill them…" the largest and surliest of the three snarled.

"And I said that a plan was the wisest course of action." Kivad stated with an air of finality.

Still uncomprehending the plan, the headstrong demon again interjected, "I don't understand how spying is going to lead to killing."

"I know you don't, Rendon," said Kivad in disgust. "Humans love, they hope and they trust. We will use all three against them. It's possible that we won't even have to do anything but sow some discord and distrust."

(X)

Chris sat in the office of P3, writing out the schedule for the following week. The club was busy again tonight, but, thankfully, it wasn't too manic. He knew that Pace and Steven could handle the bar, allowing him to deal with the daily paperwork.

Kivad walked down the narrow hallway leading to the office, looked around to make sure no one was looking and morphed into the dark haired Halliwell brother. He strode purposefully toward the bar and Pace.

"Pace, you got a minute?" Kivad/Chris asked imperiously.

"Sure, Chris, what's up?" Pace turned his blue eyes expectantly to Chris.

"My dad says he's interested in meeting your mom, for a position at school."

"Chris," Pace began with a frown, "I know that you're trying to help and I appreciate it, but you didn't tell your dad too much about my mom, did you? She's still nervous. I should have made it clear, I guess. My mom doesn't want anyone to know about her powers."

"Relax, Pace," Kivad/Chris said nonchalantly, "It's not like we're the boogeyman or anything." He laughed meanly. "My mom is a Charmed One," he continued in a condescending tone, "and my dad used to be a White-Lighter."

"I know Chris," Pace gave his new friend a puzzled look. Chris had never used this superior and condescending manner before. "Look, you've got to understand, she's just still very wary. She needs time to realize that she can relax here."

Just then "Wyatt" walked up, "Relax?" He asked with a sneer overhearing this last, "You people brought magic back, now the demons are loose. The last thing you need to do is 'relax'."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Wyatt," Pace said stiffly. "Maybe if you came from my world you'd have a little more sympathy."

"Right, 'cuz your mom lost some family members. How sad," Kivad/Chris continued in a tone that said he didn't think it was that sad. "So she's been grief stricken for a year. If her 'baby sister' was anything like the rest of you she probably got killed in the back as she ran away."

"And another sister dying from child birth, how pathetic is that? Don't they have doctors where you come from, Pace?" Rendon/Wyatt asked nastily.

"You don't know anything about it!" Pace shouted, losing his cool. He'd told Chris some secrets and Chris had gone and told his whole family! Pace felt betrayed and angry. His mom had warned him about trusting too easily and he hadn't listened to her. He assumed that the Halliwell brothers were trustworthy based on who they could have been in his world. Apparently demons being in the Underworld where they belonged was not the only difference between his reality and this one! Noticing that they were gathering attention, he flicked his hands and froze the room. Seeing that his two 'friends' froze as well, Pace felt a moment of panic. He'd trusted them, but they weren't good witches at all. He hurriedly left the bar.

(X)

Chris realized suddenly that the walls of his office weren't vibrating from the bass in the club's speakers. In fact, the club was silent! Hurriedly, he left his office to investigate. He noticed with shock that 'he' and 'Wyatt' were standing frozen in place, and that Pace was nowhere to be seen.

"Shape shifters," he snarled. He knew that the freeze would wear off soon and that he couldn't vanquish these demons in a club full of people. The powerful spell would kill not only the Shape shifters, but also every non-magical creature in the vicinity. Realizing that the two demons seemed to be in a surround and intimidate formation, he opted to follow Pace, hoping that the wary witch would hear him out.

A/N please r/r

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