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CHAPTER 3 She looked dry-eyed up at Jason, and then smiled her bewitching smile. "Are you off?" she asked, knowing he liked to get away before the house woke up. "I'll see you at work in a couple of hours." And she put her face up for a kiss. Jason took her face between his hands, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Are you sure there is nothing bothering you?" he asked gently. "You didn't get any sleep at all!" "Then you wont be upset if I fall asleep at my desk," she teased, "and I don't make my deadlines."

Piper was usually up first in the mornings, and was surprised to find Phoebe asleep on the sofa in the conservatory. She came downstairs, carrying a gurgling baby, singing softly to herself. She enjoyed this time to herself, just her and Wyatt, she could let down her defenses, and sing and play with the baby. She looked at her sister, curled up asleep, hugging a cushion to her chest, and backed out of the room, but not before she heard Phoebe whimper in her sleep, and murmur "Throw the potion, kill him now!" She hoped she wasn't having a premonition; she didn't feel like demon chasing today.

By the time the others wandered downstairs, Wyatt was spitting baby rice back over his mother, who was laughingly trying to spoon it into his mouth, and cook toast for all, at the same time. Phoebe wandered into the kitchen, stretching her neck from side to side. "Ouch, I have a stiff neck," she complained, "Leo can you do your thing, and straighten out my spine?" she asked as she picked up a piece of toast. "Bad night sis?" asked Piper, wiping the baby's face again. "No," answered Phoebe brightly, "I slept fine. Must have sleep walked down to the conservatory, though, cause I woke up on the lounge there." "You were there when I came home," said Paige, surprised, "We had a conversation." "Did we?" Phoebe asked "Don't remember, I had a good night." And disappeared upstairs to have a shower.

She finished her column with several hours to spare, and was feeling very pleased with herself, when her cell phone rang, and it was Darryl, asking her to come in and look at some photos. She blew a kiss at Jason, as she sauntered out of the office, promising to return for the staff meeting later that afternoon.

Darryl was waiting for her by the reception desk, and ushered her through the busy police station, to his office. He seemed a little upset, as soon as the door shut, he turned to her, frowning, and flopped down into his chair. "Thanks for coming Phoebe, I know this is not what you usually do, but if you could look at some photos, maybe you could give me something, anything at all, about this serial killer - he's killed four young boys in the last 3 or so months." And he threw a thick folder on the table in front of her. "You know I can't will a premonition to happen," she said, "but of course I'll try - tell me Darryl, why are you so upset?" "The top brass has called the Feds in on this one, I'm losing control of the case" he said in a disgusted tone. "Maybe you could give me an edge,"

Before she had a chance to pick up the folder, a knock was heard on Darryl's door, and it opened immediately. She recognized Captain Thomas, Darryl's boss, as he walked into the office, followed by an attractive woman, perhaps Phoebe's age, perhaps a little younger, with striking red hair, and a dark haired man who walked into the room last. "Lieutenant Morris - these are agents Burke and Grant, from the VCTF here to help us out on that serial killer case," said Captain Thomas, and the red haired woman moved forward to shake Darryl's hand.

Nobody took any notice of Phoebe, backing away into the corner, her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide and staring, the colour draining from her face. She had watched the two agents walk into the room, only thinking about how she could sneak out, then looked up at the woman shaking hands with Darryl, then past her to the man standing in the doorway - and her heart slammed into her ribs, her breath left her body with a whoosh, she felt the floor sink and sway beneath her. She was trying to drag air into her lungs, trying to think, trying to hold onto her sanity and trying not to faint all at the same time. She let out a strangled gasp, and instantly all eyes in the room turned toward her, she saw only one pair.

"Cole," she whispered, and sank to her knees. Instantly Darryl rushed to her side, "Are you all right Phoebe?" he said, concerned, then as the FBI agent came further into the room, he saw him properly for the first time. "What the..Who are you?" he demanded, holding Phoebe tightly against him, feeling her shudder. "My name's Grant - John Grant," said the FBI agent, extending his hand towards Phoebe in concern, "Are you all right?"

Phoebe surged to her feet in an instant, her faintness disappearing in a surge of rage. She literally flew across the room, curling her hands into fists, and leapt screaming upon the unsuspecting agent.

"You Evil Bastard!" she screamed, punching him in the face, and sending him backwards into the wall, then as he was off balance, began pounding his chest with both fists, and then kicking him as hard as she could in the chest. "You stinking rotten Evil Bastard," she kept screaming at him, punctuating each word with a kick or punch. Her second kick to his stomach, doubled the man up, and the third caused him to fall to the floor clutching his ribs, before Captain Thomas, Darryl, and the red haired woman all flung themselves on Phoebe, Darryl finally lifting her bodily off the floor, to restrain her. She screamed a few more obscenities at the FBI agent, then suddenly the fight went out of her, and she began to weep uncontrollably. The woman, who had introduced herself as Rachel Burke, sank to her knees, to help her fallen colleague, who seemed barely conscious and was bleeding from a cut lip, and a cut above one eye.

Captain Thomas turned to Phoebe, and said in a furious tone "What the hell was that all about? You are under arrest. Put her in a cell Morris, then come and see me." He turned back to the FBI agents with some concern. "Are you all right? Let me get our medical officer in here."

But John Grant sat up, ruefully wiping blood off his face, and looked up at Phoebe in amazement. "You certainly pack a punch for someone your size," he said to her, and then in an aside to his partner "And you think I don't make a good first up impression." Rachel smothered a laugh, touching his arm lightly, relieved to know by his joking that he was o.k., then turned angrily to Phoebe. "I don't know what your problem is lady, but you can't go attacking federal officers like that."

And Phoebe just stared at John Grant, mesmerized. The fight had gone out of her; she deflated like a pricked balloon. Darryl, not knowing what to do, ushered her out of his office, and was about to send her away, when Captain Thomas came back, and grabbed her arm. "Come with me, you are under arrest," and dragged her off down the corridor to the processing area, leaving Darryl stunned, listening to her sobs receding in the distance.

He eventually cleared his throat, and turned back to the two FBI agents "I'm sorry that happened, but you must understand there are reasons why she reacted that way. You look - gosh it's unbelievable, you look just like her ex-husband."

John Grant lifted one eyebrow "Well if that's the way she treated him, no wonder he's an ex. Besides, even if I do resemble him, that doesn't give her the right to attack me. What's she going to do, attack everyone who looks like this guy?" And he scrambled to his feet, catching his breath and gingerly feeling his ribs.

Darryl shook his head, "When I say you look like him, I mean, you look exactly like him - you could be his identical twin. I've never seen two people look so much alike!" Rachel Burke handed John another clean tissue, and turned to Darryl. "Her attack was completely unwarranted. John's right, it doesn't matter how much he looks like her ex-husband, the fact remains that he is a Federal Officer of the Law, and she has attacked him without provocation! I'll press charges, even if he won't!" and then to John "You'd better find the bathroom, and clean yourself up."

Darryl indicated that John should follow him, and led him to the men's restroom. Then he backed into an empty office, and pulled out his cell phone, dialing Piper frantically. He would need her and Leo to come down and sort out this mess straight away.