A/N: I apologize for not posting this before I left like I said. I left much earlier than I was expecting.

Of A Fourth That Had Been Hidden

A week had passed since Prue and Andy had found the hidden photo album. Grams was now back in the Manor and luckily Andy's mother hadn't told her about them being in her room. Her Grams seemed as clueless as her sisters that Prue had the album. Andy kept telling her to let it go or to just ask Grams straight up but Prue was reluctant to do so. Every night after Piper fell asleep, Prue would flip open the album and look at the unknown little girl and then the address.

This one particular night, she came to the conclusion that she would just have to find out where the address was to and then visit that place. Maybe she would find some answers then. She flipped off the lamp next to her bed and slipped the album under her pillow where no one would find it.

The next morning was nothing special except that it was a Saturday. Piper was already up and had cooked breakfast for them and Grams by the time Prue rolled out of bed. She dressed casually in dark jeans and a t-shirt since she wasn't expecting to run into anyone today and then slipped the address in her back pocket. She wasn't even going to bring Andy with her. For some reason, she felt she had to do it by herself. Prue told Grams and Piper that she was going to the park to practice her cheerleading moves (which would explain the casual clothing) and Phoebe was just strolling down the stairs when Prue walked out the front door.

She went to the park like she said but she didn't stay to practice. Instead, Prue cut through one of the park trails to get to the main city. It would have been quicker to go in the opposite direction than she had taken at her house but she didn't want to accidently be seen going in the wrong direction and it get around to Grams. She was perfectly content taking a little longer route if it meant she wouldn't have to explain to Grams anytime soon. The next step was to find out where this address was to. That shouldn't be too terribly hard but she also had to be careful of who she asked. It couldn't be one of Grams' friends that couldn't keep their mouth shut to save their life. Prue decided a convenient store nearby the park was a good start. She often took her sisters there to get candy or sodas but Grams rarely went in there.

A short jingle of a bell announced Prue's entrance to those inside the store. This early in the morning only had a few people picking up things and they were no one she knew. On her way to the counter, she picked up a Hershey bar like she usually did when she came here so as not to look too suspicious.

"Hey, Prue, just you today?" the owner, a beefy man with a large dark mustache, asked.

Prue smiled and nodded. "We were out of chocolate and I need some for school on Monday," she explained as if that was a perfectly normal reason to need chocolate. Though for those that knew her, it actually was.

The beefy man laughed a loud booming laugh as he rang up her chocolate. "$1.03, dear," he told her cheerfully.

Prue pulled out the money and gave it to him before placing the address on the counter for him to see. "Do you know where I can find this address?" she wondered, silently praying that he would look through his records for it.

He passed her a small bag with her chocolate bar in it before taking up the small piece of paper. "Cherry grove, eh? Run on down to Buddy's, take a left and follow that path until it ends. Take another left and you should see a huge catholic church. That road is Cherry Grove," he told her.

"Thanks," Prue appreciated. She waved to him and left the store with a new spring in her step. She actually knew which church he was talking about. Andy went there on Sundays with his parents and she had tagged along more than a few times over the years. Better yet, it wasn't even that far away. Of course, it would be longer because she had to walk but she knew the way. Prue turned her steps in the correct direction and started on her way with the small bag swinging in her hand.

~PO4~

Prue hesitated when she reached the huge entranceway doors of the catholic church. She looked down at the address in her hand again and read off the very numbers on the side of the church. It was the same place. What did that mean about the baby? Was she left here? Maybe still here? Prue didn't walk in immediately. I mean, what was she supposed to say to them? Was a baby brought to them almost ten years ago? That might work but only if asked to the correct person. She pulled the doors open and stepped inside. Candles lightly lit up the large entrance hall and she followed the hallway to the main sanctuary. She stopped just inside and glanced quickly over the room. There were a few people praying at the altar, some priests and nuns helped some others or went about preparing for tomorrow's service.

Her pale bluish-grey eyes landed on Father Austin. He was an elder priest and Andy looked up to him in some ways thus Prue knew a good bit about him. She was about to walk up to him, figuring he was as good a place as any to start, when a nun saw Prue hesitating in the doorway.

The nun, Prue guessed to be in her early to mid-thirties, approached. "Can I help you, honey?" she asked sweetly.

Prue bit her lip uncertainly. "Maybe," Prue admitted. "Did you, uh, work here ten years ago?" she asked, thinking it would be best to find someone that would have been here at the time the baby may have been brought by. She realized too late that it may have sounded a little rude. You weren't supposed to ask about ages and in a way… that question was.

"Yes, I have. Going on fifteen," the nun answered. "You can call me Sister Agnes," she introduced herself.

Prue smiled a little. "I'm Prue," she returned before continuing. "How about the day August 2nd, 1977?" Prue followed her question with the day the baby had been born.

Sister Agnes didn't immediately answer as she regarded Prue curiously. She looked over her more carefully as if trying to fit together a puzzle. "I was," she replied. "May I ask why you're asking?"

"Um, I was wondering if a baby was brought here that day…" Prue trailed off as she caught Sister Agnes' face. "… sometime," she finished.

"Your name is Prue?" Sister Agnes questioned. Prue nodded and the nun looked thoughtful for a moment. "Starts with a 'P,'" Sister Agnes mumbled so softly that Prue barely heard her. "There was a baby that day. I found her but this isn't the best place to have this discussion. Follow me, dear," she offered before starting off down a hallway.

Prue looked surprised that there actually had been a baby that was brought here. Not to mention that she just happened to have found the nun that knew of the baby girl. What were the chances? Prue guessed she was just lucky and then followed hastily after Sister Agnes, an eager smile playing on her features.

Sister Agnes took her through several hallways until she found a certain door and invited Prue inside. It was a bedroom. Rather small but comfortable. It had everything that a nun needed, Prue supposed though it was rather dull to her. Sister Agnes opened a trunk and pulled several items out before apparently finding what she was looking for. She pulled a box out and passed it to Prue. "Her parents… they appeared in a swirl of bright lights with her in their arms. They said they had to give her up to protect her and their only request was that her name begin with a 'P,'" Sister Agnes began.

Prue wasn't sure what to think about the swirl of bright lights… She just decided to discard that bit of information with the thought that Sister Agnes had been overwhelmed at the time. Prue opened the box and pulled out a pink baby blanket with a 'P' stitched into the corner. Prue blinked in surprise. It had been her baby blanket at one time… then Piper's and then Phoebe's. Prue was sure of it. "Is she here?" she asked hopefully.

"No," Sister Agnes started but continued when she saw Prue's face fall in disappointment. "I named her Paige and let a lovely couple adopt her. They're great parents to her, I promise. They don't live too far away either. I can give you the address if you'd like," she offered.

Prue's smile returned and she jumped to her feet. "Yes, please."

Sister Agnes dug out a small book and began flipping through the pages. She stopped on one and took out a pen before scribbling the address down on another piece of paper. "Here you go," she replied, passing Prue the address. She smiled slightly as she saw Prue look at it uncertainly. "Do you know where the Museum of Natural History is?" she inquired.

"Yeah, on the other side of town," Prue answered with a slight nod of her head.

"Turn to the right and that's the road you'll find their house. I think, if I remember correctly, it's the fifth house on the left once you pass into the subdivision," Sister Agnes relayed. "You know, you do look a bit like Paige," she added.

Prue bid goodbye to Sister Agnes and smiled the whole way home. It was too late in the day to go see Paige, besides, Prue would need a car to actually go that far into town. That in itself would take careful planning on her part. So she decided to call it a day. And what a successful one she thought it was.