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A/N: I'm skipping forward in time about five years. Sorry, I know most of you were hoping that there'd be more about Phoebe and her pregnancy, but that's a whole other story. Anyway, as it happens, Cole never found out about his child. Hope this keeps you interested.
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Phoebe leaned back in her chair and sighed. "So that's it, Michael. Give her some space. Sit back and relax. Everything will be fine, believe me." She pressed the red button on the board in front of her, then another button that read 'interval', before pulling off the headphones. She picked up her cell phone that was sitting on the table beside her, which was flashing 'missed call'. Scrolling down for the number, her face brightened. She swung in her chair and faced the glass window. Pressing another button she spoke into a speaker next to it. "Hey Waldo, take over for me."
"Sure thing." Said the guy sitting behind the glass window. Phoebe smiled and hurried out of the room before being called back in. Sure, a radio advice show was a huge career to end up in, but it was way more work. And a hell of a lot more dedication, as if she needed it. She dialed a familiar number and waited.
"Hello?" Said a male voice on the other line.
"Hey honey. You called?" Phoebe said into the phone.
"Hey babe. Yeah, I thought we could do dinner tonight." He said.
"Brian, we did dinner last night. And the night before." Phoebe said, a smile playing on her lips.
"Well, I miss you." Brian said.
"I miss you too." Phoebe said, her smile growing wider.
"You should, or I might decide to take away that gorgeous ring you're staring at right now." Brian said.
Phoebe glanced down at the ring on her left hand. The engagement ring Brian had given her over a month ago. "Okay. Let's do dinner. I'll find someone to look after Wade." She said finally.
"Great. Seven?" Brian asked.
"Eight, I think I might get out late." Phoebe said with a smile.
"Alright. See you then. Love you." Brian said.
"Love you too." Phoebe replied as she hung up the phone. She glanced at her watch. Four o'clock. Half an hour till the bank closed, she noted. She clenched her teeth. Maybe she could get out of work for the evening. Hurrying back she opened the door and gave her most seductive grin to Waldo, who looked up surprised.
"What now?" He asked suspiciously.
"I really need to get to the bank before it closes." Phoebe explained. "Cover for me?"
"Phoebe, I don't know. . ." Waldo began.
"Waldo, you owe me. After that advice about your relationship--"
"Okay, okay." Waldo interrupted. "I'll see you on Monday."
"Thanks. Bye!" Phoebe called, already heading out the door.
Ten minutes later she climbed out her car, a look of surprise on her face as she looked at the bank in front of her. Police cars were parked in the dozen outside, numerous policemen standing around. A police line was blocking the entrance. She turned to a woman who was staring at the building in as much shock as herself.
"What's going on?" She asked. The woman turned towards her.
"There's a hold up. They've got hostages." She explained. Phoebe breathed in deeply. It took her a minute before heading back to her car. She closed the door and looked around to make sure no one was watching.
"Leo. . ." She hissed. "Leo!"
"What's going on?" Leo said orbing into the passenger seat beside her.
"I need you to orb me into the bank." Phoebe said grabbing his arm.
"Phoebe. . .what?" Leo asked, noticing the commotion outside.
"Come on! They have hostages." Phoebe muttered. Leo raised his eyebrows suspiciously, but didn't argue. As they appeared in the bank, they ducked behind a counter. "Now get out of here." Phoebe whispered.
"What? I'm not going to leave you here." Leo muttered back.
"Go! This way I can say that I was hiding, and I can try and come up with a way to save the hostages. Go!" She urged him.
"Okay, but I'm going to let Piper and Paige know, and I'll stop by to check up on you." Leo said.
"Fine, just give me an hour." Phoebe said. Leo raised his eyebrows. "Go!" Phoebe watched as Leo disappeared. She stood up slowly, her hands above her head.
"What the. . ." A man in the same room let out, a ski mask over his face. He raised a gun and pointed it in her direction. "Who are you?"
"Customer." Phoebe said quickly. "Don't shoot me." She added.
"Get over here." The man said, grabbing Phoebe roughly by the shoulder and pushing her in front of him. He led her into another room where two more men were standing, both of them wearing ski masks. "You," He said pointing to one of the men. "Go help Joey downstairs with the safe." The other man disappeared through a door behind them. The man holding Phoebe thrust her towards the other man. "Cuff her. Keep her quiet." The first man said, disappearing back into the room he had came from.
Phoebe grimaced. Maybe she should have thought this through better. She looked up at the man left behind. "No chance you could forget those cuffs, cou--" Phoebe stopped. The man was doing nothing, and Phoebe had an idea why. She should have noticed it before. That build. Those eyes. That mouth. Those lips. . . "Cole?"
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And cliffhanger. Hope that did manage to keep you interested. Anyway, review and give me some feedback.
A/N: I'm skipping forward in time about five years. Sorry, I know most of you were hoping that there'd be more about Phoebe and her pregnancy, but that's a whole other story. Anyway, as it happens, Cole never found out about his child. Hope this keeps you interested.
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Phoebe leaned back in her chair and sighed. "So that's it, Michael. Give her some space. Sit back and relax. Everything will be fine, believe me." She pressed the red button on the board in front of her, then another button that read 'interval', before pulling off the headphones. She picked up her cell phone that was sitting on the table beside her, which was flashing 'missed call'. Scrolling down for the number, her face brightened. She swung in her chair and faced the glass window. Pressing another button she spoke into a speaker next to it. "Hey Waldo, take over for me."
"Sure thing." Said the guy sitting behind the glass window. Phoebe smiled and hurried out of the room before being called back in. Sure, a radio advice show was a huge career to end up in, but it was way more work. And a hell of a lot more dedication, as if she needed it. She dialed a familiar number and waited.
"Hello?" Said a male voice on the other line.
"Hey honey. You called?" Phoebe said into the phone.
"Hey babe. Yeah, I thought we could do dinner tonight." He said.
"Brian, we did dinner last night. And the night before." Phoebe said, a smile playing on her lips.
"Well, I miss you." Brian said.
"I miss you too." Phoebe said, her smile growing wider.
"You should, or I might decide to take away that gorgeous ring you're staring at right now." Brian said.
Phoebe glanced down at the ring on her left hand. The engagement ring Brian had given her over a month ago. "Okay. Let's do dinner. I'll find someone to look after Wade." She said finally.
"Great. Seven?" Brian asked.
"Eight, I think I might get out late." Phoebe said with a smile.
"Alright. See you then. Love you." Brian said.
"Love you too." Phoebe replied as she hung up the phone. She glanced at her watch. Four o'clock. Half an hour till the bank closed, she noted. She clenched her teeth. Maybe she could get out of work for the evening. Hurrying back she opened the door and gave her most seductive grin to Waldo, who looked up surprised.
"What now?" He asked suspiciously.
"I really need to get to the bank before it closes." Phoebe explained. "Cover for me?"
"Phoebe, I don't know. . ." Waldo began.
"Waldo, you owe me. After that advice about your relationship--"
"Okay, okay." Waldo interrupted. "I'll see you on Monday."
"Thanks. Bye!" Phoebe called, already heading out the door.
Ten minutes later she climbed out her car, a look of surprise on her face as she looked at the bank in front of her. Police cars were parked in the dozen outside, numerous policemen standing around. A police line was blocking the entrance. She turned to a woman who was staring at the building in as much shock as herself.
"What's going on?" She asked. The woman turned towards her.
"There's a hold up. They've got hostages." She explained. Phoebe breathed in deeply. It took her a minute before heading back to her car. She closed the door and looked around to make sure no one was watching.
"Leo. . ." She hissed. "Leo!"
"What's going on?" Leo said orbing into the passenger seat beside her.
"I need you to orb me into the bank." Phoebe said grabbing his arm.
"Phoebe. . .what?" Leo asked, noticing the commotion outside.
"Come on! They have hostages." Phoebe muttered. Leo raised his eyebrows suspiciously, but didn't argue. As they appeared in the bank, they ducked behind a counter. "Now get out of here." Phoebe whispered.
"What? I'm not going to leave you here." Leo muttered back.
"Go! This way I can say that I was hiding, and I can try and come up with a way to save the hostages. Go!" She urged him.
"Okay, but I'm going to let Piper and Paige know, and I'll stop by to check up on you." Leo said.
"Fine, just give me an hour." Phoebe said. Leo raised his eyebrows. "Go!" Phoebe watched as Leo disappeared. She stood up slowly, her hands above her head.
"What the. . ." A man in the same room let out, a ski mask over his face. He raised a gun and pointed it in her direction. "Who are you?"
"Customer." Phoebe said quickly. "Don't shoot me." She added.
"Get over here." The man said, grabbing Phoebe roughly by the shoulder and pushing her in front of him. He led her into another room where two more men were standing, both of them wearing ski masks. "You," He said pointing to one of the men. "Go help Joey downstairs with the safe." The other man disappeared through a door behind them. The man holding Phoebe thrust her towards the other man. "Cuff her. Keep her quiet." The first man said, disappearing back into the room he had came from.
Phoebe grimaced. Maybe she should have thought this through better. She looked up at the man left behind. "No chance you could forget those cuffs, cou--" Phoebe stopped. The man was doing nothing, and Phoebe had an idea why. She should have noticed it before. That build. Those eyes. That mouth. Those lips. . . "Cole?"
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And cliffhanger. Hope that did manage to keep you interested. Anyway, review and give me some feedback.