Sorry about the wait guys, ya know how it is. Here's more, but it's short.
Chapter 5
What the hell was that noise?
Phoebe was perfectly aware that she was dreaming. What she didn't understand was how that infernal ringing fit into her walk on the beach with Brad Pitt and a giant panda.
It took her a long while to force her eyes to open and even longer for her to register that the "infernal ringing" was the telephone beside her bed. As she reached for the receiver she tried to make out the blurry red numbers on her clock radio. 3:37. A.M. she might add. Who was calling her at this time of night?
"Hello?" she mumbled into the mouthpiece.
"Miss Halliwell?" a male voice asked. Phoebe shook her head in an attempt to clear it. She could hear other phones ringing and more voices in the background.
"Yes," she clarified. "Who is this?"
"Officer Andrews, San Francisco PD, Ma'am," he replied. "Sorry to bother you so late. I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Morris."
Phoebe sat up, brushing her hair back off her face. "Darryl? Why, what happened?"
"One of our patrol cars came across a woman wandering the streets about thirty minutes ago and they brought her in," he explained and she could hear him sifting through papers. "She didn't have any identification on her and we were about to pull up the Missing Person's files when Morris ID-ed her for us. Says she's your sister."
Phoebe groaned aloud. "Paige…" she sighed, frustrated. She shoved the blankets aside and made her way across the hall to her half-sister's bedroom, prepared to be thoroughly pissed whenever she found it empty and she had to drive down to the station in the middle of the night. Why wouldn't Paige have any ID on her any-
Her thought came to an abrupt halt when she spotted Paige fast asleep in her double bed. The blankets were pulled up almost over her head, but she was definitely in there. Phoebe squinted through the darkness at her sleeping form.
"Miss Halliwell?" the officer's voice broke back into her consciousness.
"What?" she asked, still dazed. "Oh, sorry, I'm here. Listen, Officer, there must be some sort of mistake. You see, my sister-"
"The Lieutenant says he's positive, Miss," he cut her off. "Said he was on his way to you with her with him and that you'd have some explaining to do when he got there."
"Explaining…?" Phoebe's brow furrowed before she finally understood. She glanced back up at Paige. They didn't mean her. She had been here all night. And there was only one other explanation for all this. "Thank you," she said, letting the cordless drop from her ear and pressing the "Talk" button.
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Short, I know, especially for how long I made you wait, but hey, the next post should be interesting. ;)