Author's Note: Here's Chapter Eleven! It's a bit short and I do apologize. It was originally much longer but it's no secret that I love to write cliff-hanger ending to chapters...so that's how this one turned out! Enjoy...

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Chapter Eleven:
"Chris Reprimanded"

It was closing time at P3 and Wyatt was anxious to get home. He picked up a half-filled glass of wine off the bar, not noticing two women -- one red head and a blonde -- walk into the club's bathroom. He poured out the wine and placed the cup on his tray to take back to the kitchen. Walking towards the kitchen, he noticed the two women walking out of the bathroom.

Wyatt spoke up, "Ladies! We're closing up, you need to head out."

The red-haired woman replied, "We know…we were just trying to find our friend. She went to the bathroom ages ago and never came back."

His mind filled with numerous theories, most of which consisting of a demonic reason, "Do you think she's gone missing, or she was kidnapped?"

The blonde spoke this time, shaking her head, "Oh, no," and then she looked to her friend, "Maybe she left with someone? She could have forgotten to let us know."

Her friend seemed to agree and, thanking him for his help, they left. Wyatt shook his head and proceeded to take the tray to the kitchen. Where is Chris? he wondered to himself, He's supposed to help me with the club! Frustrated, he finished up his duties and, after looking around to make sure no one could see, orbed into the Manor's kitchen. Appearing in the usual white lights, he wished he had not.

"You're the one who said she could be a warlock!"

Wyatt looked on to see his mother and his brother locked in argument over something Chris had done.

His mother looked absolutely furious, "Yes, but does that give you the authority to hoist her from the club and lock her in the basement?!"

Now Wyatt understood. Chris had apparently captured his possible-demon-girlfriend and was now holding her captive in the basement. He just could not help but cut in, "Wait! So she's here?"

He laughed as the two turned to face him, now becoming aware of his presence.

"Yes! He kidnapped her," his mother replied, and then she returned her fury to Chris, "Are you crazy? Have you completely lost your mind? You could have just exposed us all!"

"But I was under glamour. And Aunt Phoebe says she's magical, too!"

"But you brought her here. To the Manor, to our house! Now she knows where we live and she can bring more of her little warlock friends to attack us! If you just brought evil to us…," and then she made an inaudible exasperated sound, "Do you not remember who we came from? Melinda Warren? Remember her? Remember how she was burned at the stake for being a witch? Remember her sacrifice? This entire family is made of witches and blessed because of that sacrifice…and you could have doomed us all."

Chris looked as if he'd been about to say something in his defense but whatever it had been was lost, for at that moment a loud crash was heard from below them. Leo came running into the room from the dining room wanting to know what happened. Without answering, Piper ran straight for the basement door, opened it and flew down the steps. At the bottom, she saw Hermione, still tied up, laying in the chair on the concrete. She gasped and hit her son, who had just come down, and ran to the girl. Untying her, she quickly checked her vitals. All seeming well, Leo came and picked her up, he then carried her to the living room and placed her gently on the couch. Piper noticed the vomit on the floor, looked to her youngest son and said quite smugly that he would be the one to clean it up.

Piper, Wyatt and Chris all headed into the living room to see how Hermione was doing. Disappointed, they watched her lay there, quietly breathing and making no movement at all. Melinda came running down the stairs and wanted to know why she'd heard so much noise.

"Go back to bed, it's a school night," Piper told her.

Melinda grumbled, "I never get to do anything," and then she did as she was told.

For some more time they watched her in silence, until she finally started to stir. Piper looked at her son in worry, terrified that the slumbering girl would know and would tell. Hermione's eyes flew open, wandered around her surroundings and then landed on Chris. Anger formed on her face and she pointed at him, shouting, "You!"