Patricia's P.O.V.

I sat in the interrogation room, the chair squeaking slightly under my weight.

"Good afternoon," Whiteck greeted.

"Umm, hi," I replied although it came out like a question.

"Do you know why we called you here?"

"Something about the car?" I guessed with a shrug.

"No, it's about your sister Phoebe."

"Is she okay?" Nobody responded and I started to grow worried.

"Just tell me if she's okay," I snapped, my patience wearing thin.

"She's fine," Whiteck replied.

"Then why am I here?" My voice came out sharper than I intended and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"We have reason to believe what happened to Phoebe wasn't an accident," Dean said, watching me closely for my reaction. I ignored him completely and turned to Whiteck.

"What happened to her?" I asked, my voice coming out in a whisper.

"She was poisoned," Dean answered before Whiteck had a chance to say anything.

"What? Why?" I felt my pulse quicken and my eyes flickered towards the door.

I can't be here right now, I thought. I might just lose it if I stay any longer.

"That's what we want to ask you," Dean asked, clearly enjoying making me squirm.

"We just want to know if we're missing something, that's all," Whiteck said gently, throwing Dean a deadly look.

"I don't know anything," I said softly as I stared at the table in front of me.

"You know, we actually did find something near the wreck," Whiteck pointed out casually. I continued to look at the table until I realized that she had placed something on the desk. I slowly raised my eyes and recognized the briefcase that we had lost. My eyes widened and I resisted the urge to take it and run.

"What's that?" I asked, hoping that I didn't give away anything.

"You tell me," Whiteck replied. She sounded...angry? "Why do you have this?"

I shrugged and started playing with my nails.

"Patricia," she said sharply and I looked at her. "Why. Do. You. Have. This?"

"We found it," I said before covering my mouth with my hand.

Great.

"Where did you find it?"

"We went to the park and saw this man with this. Next thing I know, he left in a hurry and accidentally left this behind so Prue took it up and tried to open it to see if maybe the guy left something so we could contact him but we never opened it and I guess we must've forgotten about it." I rambled. I was a horrible liar when put on the spot and by the look Whiteck's face, she knew not to trust a word.

"I was in the park all day yesterday and I didn't see any of you there," she said sharply.

"We didn't go to the local park," I elaborated. "I think we were at the next town over. We go there all the time."

"What's the name of the park?" Dean asked. My hands started to shake and I hid them underneath the table.

"I don't know."

"You go there all the time and you don't know?"

"No, I don't," I said sternly, cutting them off. "And I still don't understand what this has to do with Phoebe."

"Maybe something, maybe not."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, waiting for them to elaborate.

"Do you know what's in this briefcase?"

"Not a clue," I replied with a sigh. Whiteck took out a key and within seconds the case was wide open in front of me.

"Go ahead, take a look," she said as she pushed it towards me. I looked at her and did nothing, afraid that it was a trap.

"You seemed pretty interested in this before," she said almost mockingly. "Look at it."

"No," I replied, growing more annoyed.

"These are police files," Whiteck hissed as she waved a folder in my face. "Look at this, date of birth, social security, everything is in here. This person could've easily taken their money but they didn't. No, they had all this information but was only interested in torturing the victims. Now why is that?" She stared at me intently until I had to look away.

"I don't know," I said, finally making eye contact with her.

"Why did you have this?" she asked.

"I already told you-"

"You're lying!" Whiteck yelled. I jumped at her sharp tone and struggled to keep myself from giving anything away.

"Do you have any proof that I am?" I shot back.

"I can see it in your eyes," she replied. "Is there something we're missing? Is someone trying to hurt you in any way?"

"Don't you think we'd tell you if we did?"

"I don't know, would you?" Dean replied as he leaned forward, clearly amused by the scene.

"We had nothing to do with this, I promise you," I said sharply.

"Unless you tell us the truth, we'll be forced to go looking ourselves. And believe me, it's less than pleasant," Whiteck warned.

"What do you want, a lie detector?" I snapped. "I have nothing to hide and neither do my sisters." Whiteck put the folders back into the briefcase and locked it.

"Then I guess we're done here," she said. I stood up to leave when Whiteck stopped me.

"I really want to think that you're innocent but if I find out that you or your sisters are connected in any way, I will come after you."

"That's what cops do right?" I replied. "And that's exactly why people dislike you." With that I slammed the door and stormed over to the benches where Piper was sitting. She had a backpack on the seat next to her and when she saw me coming she simply moved it to the ground.

I ignored her silent offer and sat on the other side of the room, trying to understand what had just happened in the interrogation room. How did they find the case? And how did they find the key? While I pondered on my thoughts, I felt someone shuffle next to me. I looked up and lo and behold was my older sister, looking guiltier than ever. I turned away from her and sent her an icy glare in hopes that she'd leave me alone. No such luck.

"Are you going to ignore me if I start talking?" Piper asked softly. I didn't reply and continued to stare at my sneakers.

"Patricia, just listen to me," Piper pleaded. I finally sighed and looked at her.

"Okay, talk," I said.

"I'm sorry for what I said, I know you're sensitive sometimes-"

"I'm not sensitive," I mumbled.

"Oh please, you're totally sensitive," Piper argued lightly. "Look, Prue was right; we can't let stupid things like this get in the way. We have to stick together."

"I miss the old times," I finally said. "Things were so much easier back then."

"We were toddlers, it's not like we had to do anything. All we did was eat, sleep, and cry," Piper replied

We sat in silence for a few minutes until I finally looked my sister in the eye.

"Piper?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"You always snap at me," she pointed out.

"Don't make me take back my apology," I joked before giving her a hug. My smile faded as I saw Whiteck come out of the interrogation room and talk to an officer. Our eyes met and she gave me an icy glare.

"I need to tell you something," I admitted. "Outside." I got up and practically dragged Piper out of the station.

"What's your deal?" Piper asked as she pulled out of my grasp.

"I think Whiteck's on to us," I admitted in a whisper.

"Why do you think that?"

"She found the briefcase and there were all these types of files on them about the people who died and she thinks we have something to do with it."

"What did you say?"

"I told them we found it at some park."

"And she bought it?" Piper sounded appalled.

"Of course not! She said she's looking into it and if she finds out we have something to do with it then she's throwing the book at us."

"Great, that's just great," Piper moaned.

"I hope you handle it better than I did," I said.

"So do I," Piper mumbled as she glanced at the doorway where a cop was looking at us with suspicion.

"We should get back inside," Piper finally said.

"Yeah, we don't need to give them another reason to suspect us." I gave the officer a smile as we walked past him.

"Piper, I was just looking for you," Dean said as he walked over to her.

"Yeah well, here I am," Piper replied with a nervous smile. Dean motioned for her to follow as he walked towards the room.

"Aren't you gonna wish me luck?" Piper asked me with a nervous look at Dean.

"Good luck, " I said with a shrug. "Remember, don't say anything that can get us in trouble."

"I know that, I'm not stupid," Piper replied with a roll of her eyes.

"You sure about that?" I joked. Piper gave me a glare and I gave her a thumbs up before pushing her in Deans direction. Dean patiently waited in the hall and as he led Piper into the room, he looked back and stared at me for a few moments before closing the door behind him.

Piper's P.O.V.

"So how'd it go?" Prue asked me. I just gotten out of the interrogation room and I was outside, pleading for Prue to hurry up and pick me up already.

"Horrible. They kept pressuring me like they wanted me to confess to murder or something."

"That's what cops do," Prue said, dismissing it immediately.

"Yeah well they're keep an eye on us."

"Look, we're almost there just hang on okay?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied with a shrug even I knew she couldn't see me. "See you in a few." I hung up the phone and sat down next to Patricia who was furiously scribbling in a notebook... my notebook.

"Patricia, what are you doing?"

"I'm writing down everything we know," she replied, not even bothering to look up.

"Well don't bother, we don't have anything to go on."

"I don't agree," Patricia replied. "We probably know more than we think we do. We just need to organize what we have."

"Well can I have my notebook back?"

"It's not like you even use it," Patricia mumbled but obediently handed it over. I slid it into my backpack and stood up as I saw Andy's car pull up.

"Where are you going?"

"Andy's here."

"Andy's giving us a ride home?"

"Unless you want to walk home," I replied simply. Patricia shrugged and followed me to the car.

"Hey," Prue greeted. We mumbled our hellos and Prue turned around to look at us.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Whiteck and Dean are what's wrong, they did everything but accuse me of having something to do with what happened to Phoebe," Patricia complained as she crossed her arms and pouted. "And they said they wanted us here for Phoebe but all of a sudden they're asking us questions about the investigation like they know what's going on."

"Yeah, they even had the briefcase!" Prue and Andy shared a look for a split second before Prue cleared her throat.

"What? What was that, I saw that look," Patricia said, narrowing her eyes at the two of them.

"Are you sure it was the briefcase?" Prue asked slowly.

"I-I think so," I said, suddenly unsure of myself.

"I don't think it was," Patricia spoke up.

"Why not?"

"If there were police files missing like she claimed then it would be this big deal, right? When we walked in it didn't even look like there was much going on. And I could've sworn the briefcase was brown."

"It is," Prue replied. "At least I think it is."

"The one she showed us was black, not brown. And finally, the locks."

"What about them?"

"The locks I saw were different from the ones she showed me today. And hpw would she even be able to unlock it with a key? We never had a key."

"So what are you saying? Do you think she faked this whole thing?"

"She was trying to make us talk. There's no way police files could've gone missing and nobody noticed, especially if they're working on the case now."

"Wow," Prue said.

"Good job Nancy Drew," I said, impressed by her observations.

"We need to go back to the crash site, see if the briefcase is anywhere nearby."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Andy said and Prue rolled her eyes.

"We're going Andy," she replied simply.

"Then I'm coming with you," he replied.

"We can't be out late, we have school tomorrow," I pointed out.

"When was the last time we went to school anyways?"

"Well school was closed for a week and a half before February so there you go."

"Almost three weeks, the teachers are gonna have a fit," Patricia said with a smirk.

"So what's the plan? Should we go now or wait until tomorrow?"

"If we wait tomorrow we might miss something."

"I really don't want to go now, it's going to be dark soon," I admitted.

"Okay so can we talk at lunch?"

"Yeah, sure," I said and Patricia nodded in agreement. Andy pulled up to our house and Patricia and I hopped out of the car.

"You guys go ahead, I need to talk to Andy," Prue said. I only shrugged and pulled Patricia with me.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Patricia asked as she tried to see them from the top of the stairs.

"I don't know, " I replied simply. "Can you hold my bag?" I forced my backpack into her arms and started digging through it.

"I can't see them," Patricia complained as I found my keys.

"Good," I replied with a smile as I opened the door and pushed her inside.

"Ow, easy!" she snapped.

"Yeah yeah," I replied dismissively.

"Grams?" No response.

"That's weird, I thought she said she'd be home today-" I turned towards my sister and resisited the urge to moan

"What are you doing?"

"Do you think they'll get back together?" Patricia asked as she stared at them with a faraway look in her eyes.

"I wouldn't know, I'm not exactly a relationship expert," I admitted with a shrug. "Now get away from the window you creep."

"Ugh, you're no fun," Patricia said as she closed the curtains. "So where's Grams?"

"I don't know, she said she was staying home today." I started to grow more worried by the minute. "They wouldn't do anything to her, would they?" Patricia and I shared the same look or terror before we ran out of the living room.

"Grams?"

"Are you home?" I bolted into the kitchen and saw a note lying on the table.

"Patricia!" My sister appeared in the kitchen a second later but lost her balance and fell.

"Smooth," I commented as I struggle to keep in my laughter.

"Just shut up and help me up," she said. I grabbed her arm and pulled to her feet and she dusted herself off.

"What is it?" I pointed to the note on the table and she picked it up and scanned it, a frown appearing on her face.

"What?"

"You start screaming bloody murder and cause me to fall on my butt for this?" I took the note from her hands and read it for myself.

Went to the store, be back soon. -Grams

"Whoops," I said with a shrug."My bad." Patricia rolled her eyed before opening a cupboard.

"There's nothing in here," she said with a sigh.

"That's why Grams went shopping," I pointed out.

"I guess," she replied. She started shuffling from foot to foot, looking like she needed to say or do something.

"Are you okay? Do you need to use the bathroom or something?" I asked, trying to keep in a laugh. Patricia didn't respond and I waved my hand in front of her face.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean? I'm fine." Even Patricia didn't look convinced by her own tone and she finally sighed before sitting down.

"Oh dear, it must be serious," I joked before joining her at the kitchen table.

"I'm worried," Patricia admitted.

"About what? School?"

"We have bigger problems than school to worry about," Patricia said sharply. "There's kids are age being practically hunted down and they don't even know they're a target and we can't do anything about it."

I could tell this was bothering her for a while but I didn't know what to say to make her feel better. The truth was, she was right. People were walking about, not knowing that their life was about to end.

"There hasn't been an attack in almost two weeks, maybe it's over," I suggested.

That would be a big maybe.

Patricia shook her head, her face grim. "They had to lay low or they would've been caught." She got up and started pacing around the room her hands begining to tremble.

"We haven't gotten any threatening notes lately," I pointed out, trying to sound optimistic.

"What if they're planning something?" Patricia asked. "What if they want us to think we're safe just to hurt us?"

"Look, everything's going to be okay-" Patricia shook her head quickly, dismissing my words.

"No. It's not. Someone tried to poison our sister, do you get it? They nearly killed her and won't stop until we're all dead. And what about Grams? I doubt she's dumb enough to think that all that happened was a coincidence, she knows something is up. And if she calls the cops then it's over."

"Look, all we have to do is hang low until it blows over."

"We're a target Piper! We can't just close our eyes and wait for it to disappear or we'll end up like those kids.

"We can't do anything right now, but I promise we won't end up like those kids. Phoebe's going to get better and we'll somehow figure it out."

"I bet those kids thought so too," Patricia said softly and I wasn't able to respond to her because I knew that she was right.

A.N. I now, I know, I took about forever to update but here's the next chapter, I hope you liked it. Do you like the new title? I think it sounds better than it did before.