CHAPTER 4

"Phoebe what?" yelled Piper into the phone, "O.K. We are on our way, is she alright?"

Leo looked up from where he was dangling Wyatt on his knee. Paige stopped stirring the potion she was making.

"That was Darryl," said Piper, putting down the phone. "Phoebe has been arrested - evidently she attacked some FBI agent at the police station a little while ago. Darryl said we'd better get down there a.s.a.p."

"Arrested!" exclaimed Paige. "Phoebe wouldn't attack an innocent though. She must have had a reason."

"All Darryl said was to come now - and if possible bring photos of Cole! I have no idea what he's going on about."

"Has Phoebe kept any photos of Cole?" asked Leo, putting Wyatt into the baby sling. "Why would he want photos of Cole?" asked Paige, bewildered. "Yes, Phoebe put them all into an album and it's in her bedroom somewhere."

"Go and get the album, if you can," said Piper, packing essentials into a baby bag, "And hurry, Darryl sounded upset."

In twenty minutes, they were knocking on Darryl's door. He had spent an unhappy few minutes with Captain Thomas, who had been very vocal about the incident, and very adamant that Phoebe would be charged. The two VCTF agents were arguing in the captain's office about the need for medical treatment, Rachel Burke determined that John Grant should go to the hospital for x-rays, and he just as determined not to go. Darryl opened his door and waved the Halliwell's inside.

"Thank God you are here, you won't believe what happened." He said, closing the door against further intrusion. "Well tell us, Darryl, don't drag it out!" said Paige, perching on the corner of his desk.

"Phoebe was going to look at some stuff for me, to try and help with a serial killer case - the Fed's were called in and came into see me, while Phoebe was here. One of them looks like Cole, and she just went ballistic. She fully attacked him, and was arrested. I don't know how we are going to sort this out."

"Phoebe attacked this guy because he looks like Cole?" asked Piper slowly - "She must have a lot of pent up emotions happening, that we don't know about. Is there any chance if we talk to him, that he will drop the charges? We can't have Phoebe charged!"

"Well, I hope we can sort something out," said Darryl, "If he hasn't broken any ribs, we may be able to convince them to drop the charges, but if there is more serious damage, probably not, which is why I thought Leo could."

"And the photo album?" asked Paige. "To show these two people that Phoebe isn't crazy, that he really does look like Cole. Maybe they will understand if they see how much this guy looks like him." "Let's try and talk to them," said Piper, "And then to Phoebe."

Darryl opened his door, "I'll go and see if they will talk to you," he said, "Give me a few minutes." He came back a short time later, and indicated they follow him, and led them to another office. As they walked in the door, Piper first, followed by Paige and Leo, they all stopped, and all three stared in amazement at the man sitting on the couch.

"My God," said Paige, "What the..?" "This is agent John Grant, VCTF Atlanta," said Darryl quickly and loudly, diverting their attention to him, before anyone could say or do anything to inflame the situation "And this is Rachel Burke."

Piper made a flicking motion with her hands, and the people in the room froze. Then she and Paige walked forward and stood above the man sitting on the couch. He was frozen in position, looking up at them, still holding a hand to his left side.

"Leo, its not possible, is it?" demanded Piper, "I mean, Cole is dead isn't he? This can't be him - can it?"

Leo shrugged his shoulders; he couldn't believe his eyes either. Paige grabbed his arm, and said urgently, "Would they know up there?" indicating the heavens. "We have to find out if.."

"This can't be Cole," said Leo, "Didn't Darryl say this man has been with the Atlanta VCTF for a few years? It just must be one of those unexplained things; he is Cole's double. Besides, at the end, Cole was immune to freezing. And he wouldn't be feeling any pain. Phoebe wouldn't have been able to mark him at all."

"No wonder Phoebe freaked," said Piper, still examining the FBI agent. "Let's get this sorted out, have we all finished goggling at him?" and she unfroze the room.

The female Agent turned to Darryl, "I don't think talking to these people is going to change anything," she said, "Besides, I think John should go to the hospital, and get x-rayed. I think she broke some of his ribs."

Leo unhitched the baby sling, and passed it to Piper, walking forward towards John Grant, and holding out his hand. "My name is Leo Wyatt, and I'm err I'm a doctor, maybe I could take a look?"

At the same time Paige went over to the woman, and introduced herself, and asked if she would look at the photograph album. She sensed that the woman was angrier over the incident than the man.

"I'm all right," said John exasperated, "I don't think anything's broken - I don't need a doctor," and he waved Leo away, but Rachel turned towards him and overruled him.

"Yes you do," she said, "Don't be a baby! If he's a doctor, let him look, he might be able to help. You can't even breath properly!"

John's blue eyes flew to meet her green ones, and he smiled ruefully. "Do you know how embarrassing it is to be beaten up by a midget?" he asked no one in particular.

"Well that's no reason to ignore broken ribs," said Rachel crisply, but walked over to him, to gently put her hand on his shoulder, her expression, behind his back, one of tender concern. Paige and Piper exchanged glances, and realizing that the focus needed to be shifted away from what they hoped Leo could do, Paige produced the photo album, and handed it to Rachel.

John reluctantly pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers, and began unbuttoning it, as Rachel opened the album. Leo placed his hands on John's chest, even that movement caused John to inhale rather sharply, but Paige made such a great deal of pointing out Cole in Phoebe's wedding photo that Rachel forgot to look at what Leo was doing to John, and stared instead at the picture with disbelieving eyes.

Leo closed his eyes, and felt the broken bones under his palm begin to mend. John Grant gasped again, as a wave of pain swept over him, and then receded completely away! He looked in amazement at Leo, who pretended to feel a little further, and then down at his chest in disbelief, the bruising was fading already. "I don't think the damage was as bad as first thought," said Leo, standing up.

Paige also looked at the bruise on his chest, then slowly back up his body into his eyes, and smiled. "You sure do look like Cole Turner," she said to him with a knowing look in her eyes. "With or without your clothes."

John was unable to control the colour that rose in his cheeks, he sat up straight, and was about to button his shirt, when Rachel finally managed to find her voice again.

"This is amazing," she said, and Piper who was still holding a gurgling Wyatt, nodded. "Yes, it is," she agreed, "I hope you can understand why my sister, who is still grieving, totally lost it the way she did."

Rachel turned the page, and looked at another photo. "I don't believe it - how could this be?" She looked into the photo, which was of Cole, full face to the camera, a teasing smile on his lips, and then back at John Grant, sitting on the couch. She couldn't believe what she saw; the two men were identical. John kept his hair ruthlessly short, to discourage the curl that was natural to him, but apart from that, the pictures could have been of John. In fact, if she didn't know for a fact that John had not been to San Francisco before, she would have sworn on a stack of bibles, that they were.

John, however, was still caught in the wonderment of being healed by Leo, and hadn't looked at the photos. He kept touching his ribs, and taking deep breaths, and wondering why the stabbing pain had gone. He looked at Leo, and Leo just smiled offering no explanation.

Rachel finally handed John the photo album, and male like, John glanced at the photo, before looking back up at Rachel, raising one eyebrow and asking "Oh yeah, I guess he does look a bit like me. Oh your sister is very pretty," to the girls looking at him.

Rachel snatched back the photo album, resisting the urge to hit John over the head with it. "Well she is pretty," he said defensively, "I was too busy being beaten up to notice before."

"Are we going to press charges?" asked Rachel, and John bit his bottom lip (another Cole trait thought Paige) and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well I'm fine now - thanks to Leo, I don't know what you did but it sure helped - and I don't feel like going to court and explaining how I was beaten up by a little thing like that." John replied, "Lets get her in here and talk to her. But you guys had better protect me," he added, giving Paige a wink, "Cause she scares the hell out of me."

Paige looked back into his blue eyes, and smiled. She had never really liked Cole, he had scared her, used her, and intimidated her to a degree, and even though he had saved her life on many occasions, she had never gotten over the shock of seeing him transform into Belthazor, or forgiven him his betrayal of Phoebe, but this man had Cole's breathtaking good looks, without any of the bad side effects. She smiled at him again, liking the humor she could see twinkling in his eyes.

"Leo, go with Darryl, see if Phoebe's alright," said Piper, rocking the baby, "She may need calming down, before she comes in here." Leo and Darryl disappeared, and Rachel sat down next to John, still looking at the photos in the album.

"How's the ribs?" she asked, then turned and looked at him. "I mean, do you need to go to the hospital or not? Seriously."

John shook his head, "No, everything's fine," he replied, "no pain at all anymore." "So, it can't have been that bad after all," she said, and John looked down at his chest again, puzzled. "I guess not," he said, and Rachel rolled her eyes. John saw her and said in a plaintive voice "But I do have a bruise." And they both laughed at the silliness of his comment, Paige joining in. Piper was still rocking the baby, he was nearly asleep, one chubby little hand wound around a lock of his mother's hair. She was still pondering the significance of this man's unbelievable likeness to Cole, and what affect it was having on Phoebe