Outtakes:
1x01 Part 1: meeting

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Andy entered the hospital. These crimes were bugging him. He had to find the next victim, before another woman could be hurt... killed. He had to keep searching this monster. Maybe Morris was right. Maybe it weren't witches. When it just were women, Prue, Piper or Phoebe could be next. After Penny died, he couldn't allow anything to happen to one of them. Andy walked up to the nurse at the entrance.
"Hello"
"hello, how can I help you?"
"I'm inspector Trudeau. Where can I find Doctor Gordon, please?"
Andy asked, showing her his police mark.
"I understand. We just had a change of shift, so I don't know about dr Gordon right now, but let me just check with my colleague."
the nurse told Andy.
"Thanks Andy replied, but sighted as soon as she was gone. He couldn't loose any more time. He laid the files they had collected onto the counter and started to go through the information again. Maybe he had forgotten something. He heard some footsteps, which stopped right next to him. He ignored it. He didn't have time for Smalltalk. He just wanted to see dr Gordon and get to know if he had more information fro him. The nurse returned again. Andy looked back up to see what she had, but before the nurse could talk to him, the women next to him started to speak, nervously, fast, not able to wait any second, scared
"Hey. I'm looking for my sister..."
Andy froze. He knew that voice.
"... Phoebe Halliwell."
'Halliwell...'
Andy swallowed. It was Prue. She was standing right next to him. He looked a little away, so she wouldn't see him.
"One second please."
The nurse told her.
'Maybe she forgot about me'
Andy thought hopefully, when the nurse turned to face him again.
"What's the name again?"
'Damn... ask something else... please just not that question...'
he thought, not wanting Prue to recognize him.
"Umm... Inspector Andrew Trudeau. Homicide. Dr Gordon's expecting me."
the nurse went back into her cabinet and Andy looked back down. He didn't see Prue. He didn't hear what she said. He was lost in his files. He'd explain that this way to Prue. He felt some view on him and knew, it was Prue's. Prue looked at the back of the stranger. This voice. This hair. This smell. This name!
"Andy?"
she asked.
'Damn!'
Andy cursed and turned around, looking at Prue. He put on a surprised face
"Prue! I don't believe it!"
he said and looked her over.
"How are you?"
he said, trying to make small talk
"I'm good. How are you?"
Prue asked smiling. She was fascinated. Andy was there! He looked so hot! But... he was married...
"Fine... I just can't believe I'm running into you."
Andy said, smiling as well. He looked her over and saw the blue eyes. The amazing body.
'Susan was right... I never stopped loving her'
he thought.

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"Susan! Where the hell have you been!"
Andy asked his wife, who was just entering their apartment. Andy had been sitting on the couch, where a romantic dinner was now cold, the candles burnt down. But as soon as he heard a key turning in the lock, he got up, to face his wife
"none of your business..."
Susan said lowly. Calm. Cold.
"It is my business! We wanted to spend the night together... remember? Just you and me... I made dinner!"
Susan didn't look at him once. She went without another word to their bathroom. She turned the heater on and then went into the kitchen to get herself something to drink
"was there something wrong at work?"
Andy asked worried, going after her
"no"
Susan said in that same voice
"what! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Andy asked again
"what's wrong with me! What is wrong with you! Who didn't come home anymore the past few nights, who, huh? Me or you, Andy!"
"It was me... okay! But we agreed to eat together tonight, for fucks sake!"
"I don't care what we agreed, Andy."
She told him
"what?"
he asked speechless. Susan freaked completely... she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him over to the couch. She grabbed for the box under the table, in which all the things of their best friend, Marcus, had been packed into after his death. She put it on the table, breaking a dish, when it fell to the floor. She opened it up, flipped through the stuff. She found what she was looking for and pulled the picture out
"THIS is what's wrong!"
she yelled at Andy showing him the picture. On it were Prue and Andy, cuddled up into a chair at the manor. Andy took in a sharp voice
"I sorted some things out, so they won't permanently remind us on Marcus! That's what we agreed on... I found the picture... and you came in... You were crying... I didn't want to hurt you more..."
"You just hurt me more than anything!"
"What?"
"You hid it, Andy!"
"So!"
"So! You think you hurt me when you are looking at your ex!"
"Yeah... cause you always reacted jealous on the topic of Prue... my mom never was allowed to even talk about her, when you were in the room..."
"That is not the point, Andy... the point is, that you didn't want me to see you, looking at it! You are still in love with her!"
"I am not! Susie, this is over forever... I..."
"You (!) Have never loved me"
she finished his sentence
"... you never have stopped loving HER!"
Andy had starred at her. She was lieing. This wasn't true. He loved Susan! He didn't say anything... she didn't say anything. They just starred into each other's eyes... everyone else Andy had punched immediately... saying he didn't love his wife, but not his wife herself. Finally he turned around and walked over to the wardrobe, he got into his jacket and, without a word, left the apartment, revealing a Susan, which was completely teared up.

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A few hours later:

Richard entered the 'sunset', a bar at the end of Portland. He looked around and immediately recognized the man he was searching. Andy was sitting at the bar, pouring down beer, per beer, drink by drink. A couple of glasses already stood in front of him. Richard sighted. He had lately found his son a lot like this. Susan always started to get worried, when he wasn't home after twelve and so she then called Andy's parents. Richard was searching his son in bars like this almost 3 times a week since his best friend, Marcus, died. He knew his son wasn't an alcoholic. He just tried to cover up his pain. Richard watched as Andy was just about to poor down another glass of whiskey and so he went up to him and grabbed the glass off his son's hand, just as he was about to pour the golden liquid down his throat
"wha... heey! Wat te hell!"
"I think you had enough"
Richard said calmly
"daaad... heeey..."
Andy said, his expression changing from furious to cheery...
"Come... sit... let's have a beer..."
"Andy, I just told you, I think you had enough..."
"One... one till matsches in"
Andy told him, not able to speak straight anymore
"no... c'mon... let's go home..."
Richard told his son...
"Me no wanna go home"
Andy told him with a mix of baby and drunken voice. Richard looked at the bartender and handed him the still full whiskey glass
"what is all of this?"
Richard asked pointing to the glasses
"he had pretty much... I'll... make it cheap... 20 bucks and we're okay... just get him out..."
Richard got his wallet out
"nooo... I can pay for myself! Now gimme that visky"
"Andy, it's really enough now!"
"You are not the boss of me anymore!"
Andy blurted out at his father
"you are right... I'm not your boss anymore... and still... you're coming with me... whether you want to or not... and if you aren't coming... I'll do a few calls and have some men take you into drunk tank... pick what you want"
"I'm not going home!"
Andy told him
"I wouldn't get you this drunk..."
"Not drunk!"
Richard ignored him
"... to Susan anyway... we go home... to mom... you can sleep in your old bed..."
Andy didn't say anything and started to tumble towards the entrance, while Richard paid the bar keeper.

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There was a silence for a few seconds, while they just looked at each other and Andy was deep in his thoughts.
'Goddess, Prue! You have to stop! He's married!'
"Umm... I'm picking up Phoebe. She had some kind of accident."
She explained. She needed something to tell him and that was the most common one.
'Phoebe!'
it yelled inside of Andy. He was automatically worried about his, kind of, baby sister.
"Oh... Is she gonna be okay?"
Prue cracked inside. His voice sounded full of worry
"Yeah, she'll be fine. Um... anyway... what are you doing here?"
she asked to distract both of them of the stupid topic she had started.
"Murder investigation..."
he answered and they both looked each other over again. Till their eyes met. Their hearts started hammering in their chests again. The old love right away was back again, that feeling was back. They were falling for each other, the second they had laid their eyes on each other. They both heard footsteps and Andy was the first to look away. The nurse had returned. She looked at Prue right away
"Your sister's still in x-ray's so it'll be another fifteen minutes."
She told Prue. Andy smiled. She was okay. Seemed okay. The nurse then looked at Andy
"Doctor Gordon's office is to the left and down the hall. He's with a patient right now but you're free to wait outside his office."
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
There again fell silence upon them
"well, it's good seeing you, Prue"
Andy said, going back to the small talk thing, not to get too close to her.
"Yeah, you too, Andy. Take care."
Prue answered him while shaking their hands. Then they both started to go their directions, but as soon as Andy had turned to go, something screamed in his head
'what an airhead are you?'
he took all his strength and turned back around.
'Okay, this is completely ridiculous, she's engaged! I can't just be friends with her!'
he told himself but this other voice somehow won
"umm..."
Prue's heart jumped.
'Thank god!'
"You know, Phoebe's busy, Dr Gordon's busy. Can I buy you a cup of coffee while we wait?"
'You seriously think I could say no to that?'
Prue asked him in thoughts. But found herself hiding that answer and answering in a more neutral
"Sure."
Andy's smile brightened
'yay!'
it yelled inside of him and placed a hand on her back to lead her to the coffee machine
"So, you're an inspector now?"
Prue asked. Andy smiled
"What can I say? In any other city I'd be called detective..."
Andy said
'oh god... you're such a show-off!'
he told himself
"Inspector's classier."
Prue told him, showing how she was okay with what he was. Andy grinned again
"Liking it better already..."
Prue hid her laugh and looked away, rolling her eyes, while he threw some coins into the machine to get coffee out of it
'he's married! How can he be so... charming... to other women!'
"Your dad must be so proud."
'Oh c'mon, Prue... you're not serious now, right? You're going for the parents' thing! Maybe you just want... to stop the flirting... wait... you're flirting with me!'
Andy told her in his thoughts
"Third generation. You bet he's happy. How about you? You taking the world by storm?"
he asked as he looked back at her
"Well, I'm living back at Grams' house, and as of an hour ago, looking for work."
"Oh..."
'What's with that job at Buckland's?'
Andy wanted to ask. He couldn't go that offense right now. He didn't want to show her, he did research on her.
"I thought you had moved to Portland..."
"I did...I'm back."
'Okay... what now, Andy? Think... think... wait again... she's flirting with me... right? So she's attracted to me... sooo... Rodger!
"Umm... You... umm... still seeing Roger?"
Prue narrowed her eyes and looked at his mischievous smile
"How did you know about him?"
Andy sighted. He wanted to stay defense... how could this slip?
"I know people..."
Andy said, trying to refer to his mom. Prue looked at that mischievous smile again... he lied!
"You checked up on me!"
Andy snapped for air, searching for words.
"IIII wouldn't call it that."
Andy answered, looking down, grabbing the coffee
"What would you call it?"
Prue asked, looking into his eyes, as he gave her the cup of coffee. She now seriously got noisy.
"Inquiring minds want to know."
He answered and then gave her another smile
"What can I say? I'm a detective."
"No, you're an inspector"
Prue pointed out
"okay... 1:0 for you... but you still didn't answer my question..."
Andy said cracking into a laugh. She still knew how to do it. It was unbelievable
"We... umm... I broke up with him..."
"You did?"
Andy asked, now getting more interest. Prue now laughed
"if you weren't married... I'd say... that you like me being single..."
'Oh my god... did I really say that?'
Prue asked herself
"I'm not..."
Andy said, throwing again coins into the coffee machine. Andy then looked somewhat back up
"I Hope it's not as bad as the coffee at the station!"
Andy said, laughing. Prue looked down at the mug
"I didn't try it yet..."
she said with a smile. She didn't know, what to say anymore, she wanted to know, what he meat he wasn't... barely! What wasn't he? But she noticed, how he changed topics and so she let it go...
"We got a divorce half a year ago..."
Andy admitted after a few minutes of silence and then grabbed the other mug of coffee
"then I gave a request to my boss, saying I wanted to get away from Portland. He gave me the job here. Had no choice but go back to San Francisco."
"Oooh..."
Prue said as they sat down on some close by chairs
"sooo... how long have you been..."
"Half a year..."
"And you didn't..."
"Couldn't..."
Prue looked down and took a sip of her coffee. So many questions were going through her head right now. But this wasn't the time nor the place to ask them
"you're right... that coffee is really..."
Andy took a sip as well and put the cup back down
"disgusting..."
Andy finished for her, laughing. Prue laughed as well and nodded. Their eyes met again and their smiles disappeared. It was like, their lips were magnets... getting pulled to each other. He slightly leaned over and both moved closer to each other.
"Miss Halliwell, please meet your sister at the reception"
it came through the speakers and they automatically pulled away from each other again
"I guess... I better go..."
"Tell Phoebe hey from me"
"I will..."
Prue answered and got up
"bye"
"bye"
Andy sighted and looked down into his mug. Looking at the black fluid inside of it