Love Triumphant
Mistaken Identity
Chapter X
Darryl Morris rubbed his stinging eyes. The rest of his head wasn't doing so well either. There was a persistent throb at his temples. It seemed as if he hadn't been off duty at all this week He was obviously still being punished for his political faux pas. There wasn't time to dwell on it, however, not with an ex-fed on the way in and not when there was a woman missing.
The Inspector picked up the folder he opened on the case and began to study it. He wanted to be prepared. There were too many women being lost these days, Daryl thought. His mind drifted to the Halliwells and how much he missed them. He couldn't believe they were gone. When he'd first heard about the explosion, Daryl had been certain they must have escaped.
There was no way the Charmed Ones would be taken out by a simple human type explosive. As that awful night had turned to the next day, and the next, however, Darryl had to face the sad reality. Piper and Phoebe must not have made it out alive, or they would have contacted him. He also had no clue as to what had happened to Paige either.
All Darryl knew about her was that Cole had been right. She'd been lying about reporting the alleged abuse incident. Darryl had searched and called but found no record of any ongoing investigation into it. He hadn't quite worked out exactly what that meant yet. He hadn't had the time.
Darryl stood up and left the squad room for a few minutes to use the rest room and take a few Advil. His respite was brief, however, since it wasn't long before one of his colleagues came to get him to tell him the ex-fed had arrived.
When he first re-entered the squad room Darryl's gaze was immediately drawn by the beautiful young woman, he didn't think his wife would appreciate that, however, so he immediately shifted it. He nearly gasped out loud when he saw the man accompanying her.
The Inspector quickly recovered and grabbed the man by his collar. "Alright Turner, just what the hell do you think your up to and what did you do with the sisters?" The man easily shook Darryl's grip off. "Who the hell is Turner and what sisters are you talking about?" the man asked puzzled. "I just came in to file a report on my missing friend. We had an appointment, remember? My name is John Grant."
"Don't play games with me Turner. You obviously set them up somehow. I bet you thought it was real clever getting me to suspect Paige when it was you who were plotting against them all along. And you think the potential penalty you were facing for posing, as a D.A. was bad, wait till you tangle with the Feds. And I tell you what demon or no, I will see that you go somehow go down for hurting the Halliwells, I promise you."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," the man calling himself Grant said. "Obviously you have me confused with someone else Inspector, and since you are having a problem dealing with me then maybe I should just see your Captain because a very close friend of mine is in danger and I don't have time to screw around. "Come on Angel."
"You're calling another woman Angel? Have you had her on the side all along? How could you play Phoebe like that? That girl loved you with everything she had man. I thought you were turning your life around but instead you've sunk to a new demonic low.
The other man stepped forward and pointed a finger toward Darryl's face." Look I told you I am not this Turner, I don't know anyone named Phoebe, and I won't have you insulting the lady like that. I suggest you apologize, now!" the man snarled.
"John let him go, you said it yourself we don't have time for this. Sam needs us," Angel said. "Sam isn't that the name of Paige's father. Are you some how in league with him? Maybe you and Paige were all part of some plot to get Phoebe and Piper?" Darryl speculated. He couldn't believe this.
The woman stepped forward. "Inspector I can vouch for this man. He really is former FBI agent, John Grant. And the Sam were looking for is a woman whose name is Samantha. She's disappeared under mysterious circumstances and we need help finding her. Now I don't know what happened to your friends and obviously your very distraught about it, and I'm sorry about that but my concern right now is with my friend. So if you can kindly direct us to someone who can help us as Mr. Grant asked, we would appreciate it."
The only thing I'm going to help "Mr. Grant" with is putting the handcuffs around his wrists and the directions to his jail cell. Darryl stepped forward and felt himself being grabbed by the collar. "Look I've been trying to be patient with you," Grant said, "but I've just about had enough."
Darryl heard a familiar female voice whisper "uh-oh," then a second say, "can you freeze everybody but Darryl?" then a third say crankily, "you don't want much do you?" The whole room of people froze around him and suddenly Phoebe, Piper, Cole, Leo, and most amazingly of all Prue materialized around him. Darryl looked at them and thought he must be seeing ghosts and just who the hell was the guy that could be Turner's double?" he wondered. Darryl's head throbbed even more and he did something he had never done before without being hit over the head- first. He passed out.
Mistaken Identity
Chapter X
Darryl Morris rubbed his stinging eyes. The rest of his head wasn't doing so well either. There was a persistent throb at his temples. It seemed as if he hadn't been off duty at all this week He was obviously still being punished for his political faux pas. There wasn't time to dwell on it, however, not with an ex-fed on the way in and not when there was a woman missing.
The Inspector picked up the folder he opened on the case and began to study it. He wanted to be prepared. There were too many women being lost these days, Daryl thought. His mind drifted to the Halliwells and how much he missed them. He couldn't believe they were gone. When he'd first heard about the explosion, Daryl had been certain they must have escaped.
There was no way the Charmed Ones would be taken out by a simple human type explosive. As that awful night had turned to the next day, and the next, however, Darryl had to face the sad reality. Piper and Phoebe must not have made it out alive, or they would have contacted him. He also had no clue as to what had happened to Paige either.
All Darryl knew about her was that Cole had been right. She'd been lying about reporting the alleged abuse incident. Darryl had searched and called but found no record of any ongoing investigation into it. He hadn't quite worked out exactly what that meant yet. He hadn't had the time.
Darryl stood up and left the squad room for a few minutes to use the rest room and take a few Advil. His respite was brief, however, since it wasn't long before one of his colleagues came to get him to tell him the ex-fed had arrived.
When he first re-entered the squad room Darryl's gaze was immediately drawn by the beautiful young woman, he didn't think his wife would appreciate that, however, so he immediately shifted it. He nearly gasped out loud when he saw the man accompanying her.
The Inspector quickly recovered and grabbed the man by his collar. "Alright Turner, just what the hell do you think your up to and what did you do with the sisters?" The man easily shook Darryl's grip off. "Who the hell is Turner and what sisters are you talking about?" the man asked puzzled. "I just came in to file a report on my missing friend. We had an appointment, remember? My name is John Grant."
"Don't play games with me Turner. You obviously set them up somehow. I bet you thought it was real clever getting me to suspect Paige when it was you who were plotting against them all along. And you think the potential penalty you were facing for posing, as a D.A. was bad, wait till you tangle with the Feds. And I tell you what demon or no, I will see that you go somehow go down for hurting the Halliwells, I promise you."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," the man calling himself Grant said. "Obviously you have me confused with someone else Inspector, and since you are having a problem dealing with me then maybe I should just see your Captain because a very close friend of mine is in danger and I don't have time to screw around. "Come on Angel."
"You're calling another woman Angel? Have you had her on the side all along? How could you play Phoebe like that? That girl loved you with everything she had man. I thought you were turning your life around but instead you've sunk to a new demonic low.
The other man stepped forward and pointed a finger toward Darryl's face." Look I told you I am not this Turner, I don't know anyone named Phoebe, and I won't have you insulting the lady like that. I suggest you apologize, now!" the man snarled.
"John let him go, you said it yourself we don't have time for this. Sam needs us," Angel said. "Sam isn't that the name of Paige's father. Are you some how in league with him? Maybe you and Paige were all part of some plot to get Phoebe and Piper?" Darryl speculated. He couldn't believe this.
The woman stepped forward. "Inspector I can vouch for this man. He really is former FBI agent, John Grant. And the Sam were looking for is a woman whose name is Samantha. She's disappeared under mysterious circumstances and we need help finding her. Now I don't know what happened to your friends and obviously your very distraught about it, and I'm sorry about that but my concern right now is with my friend. So if you can kindly direct us to someone who can help us as Mr. Grant asked, we would appreciate it."
The only thing I'm going to help "Mr. Grant" with is putting the handcuffs around his wrists and the directions to his jail cell. Darryl stepped forward and felt himself being grabbed by the collar. "Look I've been trying to be patient with you," Grant said, "but I've just about had enough."
Darryl heard a familiar female voice whisper "uh-oh," then a second say, "can you freeze everybody but Darryl?" then a third say crankily, "you don't want much do you?" The whole room of people froze around him and suddenly Phoebe, Piper, Cole, Leo, and most amazingly of all Prue materialized around him. Darryl looked at them and thought he must be seeing ghosts and just who the hell was the guy that could be Turner's double?" he wondered. Darryl's head throbbed even more and he did something he had never done before without being hit over the head- first. He passed out.