Andy knocked on the door knowing what he brought was not good news.
Prue opened the door as she had many times before, and the times before also revealing the handsome face of the one whom had taken her heart so many years ago.
"Andy."
"Hi Prue." He stepped inside making his way to the living room seeing Piper sitting on the couch, "Hi Piper."
"Andy, anything?"
"Yeah. She wasn't at the scene. None of the bodies at the sight matched that of Phoebe. But the three that kidnapped her were."
"So where is she Andy?" Piper shot out. Her sister wasn't dead but she was still missing.
"I'm sorry Piper. I don't know." was all he could say. He felt the familiar bound to the two of them a bound he had forged years before in grade school. A family separate to his own, that he always protected.
Prue moved and sat beside Piper she took partially responsibility to what was going on. But at least they knew she wasn't dead that gave them some hope.
The rig pulled over stopping 50yrds away from the person on the side of the road. The driver got out and quickly ran back to the figure leaning against the sign hoping that someone would stop. Placing an arm around the obviously injured person they guided them back to the rig. Hoisting them up to the passenger seat and into the back sleeping quarters, they made their way back to the drivers seat.
"Ok I'm just going to drive to the next truck stop and then we can take care of you there honey. I can't stop here for fear of any sheriffs. And the sight of you will bring to many questions."
The rig shifted into gear as she felt herself almost lulling to sleep with the steady rhythm of the engine.
She hadn't even notice the truck pulling over and stopping. The engines cutting out. She heard the almost gentle voice speaking to her. She felt the sting of someone applying pressure to her shoulder.
"Any closer to the right honey and you would have been dead." the voice spoke steady knowing what it was doing.
The scream filled the cab as the pressure was applied more with the cleaning solution.
"Ok easy there kiddo. It ok its over now."
She felt the cool cloth on her forehead but made no further movement. She felt safe for the first time in the last week. Everything she had been through since they had grabbed her seemed so distance now. All she thought of was her sisters. Feeling the need to get back to them.
Daylight cracked its way through her closed eyelids. She tried to push it way but she couldn't, even as the engines once again tried to pull her back to sleep.
She felt terrible. Between what ever was wrong with her health wise now she had a bullet wound to tend with. "Oh this is sooo not my week."
"I see you're awake dear."
Phoebe quickly looked forward to see the rushing of the telephone pole past the window. She looked at the driver who she knew was the same person who tended her last night. "Um yeah. Where are we?"
"We just passed the border into Nevada."
"Nevada?" she moved carefully into the front of the cab. Taking in the hard features of the driver to her left.
"You got a name missy?"
"Phoebe. Phoebe Halliwell. You?"
"Friends call me Casey. You can call Me Casey."
Phoebe looked to the road and back, "I will. Casey. Thanks"
"You want to tell me how it is I found you on the side of the road almost bleeding to death?"
"Long story."
"We got time Phoebe."
"Can I ask fist where we're going?"
"I'm heading to Vegas with the load I got and from there I have no idea."
"Ever been to San Francisco?"
Casey looked over at the girl beside her. Even from there she could see the perspiration on her skin. What was she hiding? "Can't say I have."
The next few hours Phoebe told Casey everything from the start of her game of Marco Polo with her sisters to being kidnapped by three guys. She left out the magic part of getting attacked in the hospital by a demon as well as the bookstore.
"Look we are nearing Vegas. If you want, I can drop this load and take you to San Francisco. I'm not big on cities but I don't think you could make it on your own."
"That would be great. Thank you."
"You're welcome. And look, I think when we get to Vegas you should see a doctor about that gunshot wound."
Phoebe looked at her shoulder and found no reason to disagree with Casey. She leaned back against the seat letting sleep once again take her.
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"Look just get me the information. I know there is more to this then what I think." She waited for the answer coming through her CB.
The crackle of the radio brought her back to semi consciousness. But she made no movement. She felt the throbbing in her shoulder causing her to clinch her jaw tight.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. That's what came up on the name."
Casey looked over at Phoebe and then to the road on front of her.
"Casey. What's going on? Why'd you ask?"
"No reason Billy. No reason. I'll see you in a few hours." She ended the conversation as she focused on her precious cargo. And not the one in the trailer behind her, but the one beside her in the rig.
"Casey?"
"Phoebe. You're awake." Casey looked at her passengers shocked and curious. Curious to how much she had heard.
"Yeah. Um. What was that all about?" he heart raced as she feared she was once again in over her head. Prue was right again and she wasn't even here to tell her. She had gotten herself into a situation she wasn't sure she could get out of.
"That?"
"The radio conversation? Casey please just tell me. Good or bad I can deal with it. Hell I have no choice I'm thousands of miles from home and my sisters. I just want this stupid game I started to end."
Casey held her gaze to the road in front of her before turning, "You never told me you were a Charmed One."