THANKS for the lovely comments. YES, the woman is who you all think it is...I will get into the Piper thing a bit later one...please review!

Cole turned to the woman, and examined her closely. She was in her mid-20s, wearing a red jacket (definitely her color) and he guessed, shoulder length blonde hair tied back into a pony tail.

"And you are?" he asked.

She blanked momentarily and then struggled to compose herself. "My name is Phoebe," she said. "Phoebe Halliwell."

"Why don't you come with me?" Cole suggested. "And let me know what you saw. I need you to sign an affidavit. Bring your friend along," Phoebe instantaneously turned to Prue. Prue's expression was carefully neutral. "I didn't really see anything," Prue said. "Phoebe did. Go Phoebe,"

As Phoebe turned to follow Cole, Prue squeezed her hand gently in warning. Phoebe turned around and their eyes met, in a sad understanding. Phoebe turned resolutely around and left the area, with Prue comforting the police officer.

Cole opened the door for Phoebe to sit in. She nodded her head in thanks and climbed in. He went around the other side, and slammed the door shut. Fumbling for his keys, he finally fished them out of his coat pocket and started the engine.

"My office is on 15th street. I'll arrange a ride for you back, since I don't think I'll be out of the office for some time," Cole smiled.

Phoebe smiled. "So how long have you been a lawyer?" she asked, as Cole turned the car into the street.

"About 2 or 3 years, give or take," Cole said casually, smoothing his hair. "A profession with a lot of money but not a lot of anything else,"

"You don't like it?" Phoebe asked.

"Not when I lose," Cole's smile lit up. "What do you do?"

"I'm a college student," Phoebe told him.

Cole's eyebrow lifted in surprise. She didn't seem to be the college type. Much more mature.

Seeing his reaction, Phoebe laughed. "I kind of messed up the first time around so I'm trying to make amends."

"What's your major?"

"Psychology," Phoebe sighed. "I like to know what people think." "Really?" Cole commented. "Do you know what I'm thinking about right now?"

Phoebe grinned at him. Cole has misjudged. She was beautiful, not just pretty, average girl around the corner.

"No," Phoebe said. "Enlighten me,"

Cole laughed. "I'm thinking that we're coming to a stop at my office..."

* Phoebe wandered around the large spacy office. Cole has just gotten her affidavit. She hoped she had impressed him sufficiently. Quickly, she turned around. With no one there, she quietly muttered a spell and a large book quickly appeared. Opening it up, she spotted Hobbies: wine, fine jazz, walks in the park. As she heard him coming in, she quickly shut the book, shoving it in her bag.

"So," Cole said. "You're free to go. Let me call the cab. I'll let you know the details as the case moves on," and he turned to go near the phone.

Phoebe felt a stab of disappointment. He wasn't interested. Who was she kidding? She knew he had gotten out of a relationship a while ago. Figured, her luck, she needed him to like her, to trust her, if she was to find out what he knew.

Suddenly, she freed her voice and her next sentence came out in a hoarse voice. But inspiration had come to her. "Unfortunately, due to the maniac, I lost my tickets to the jazz festival this weekend," she said in a disenchanted voice. "I can't find them anywhere. I know I had them in my purse, but when he was trying to attack me, my purse just flew open," Phoebe laughed. "And I lost a lot of random stuff. I was trying to pick up everything I could, but you know, it was dark..."

Cole turned around in surprise. "You like jazz?" This was a great woman, all right. His last girlfriend Irene kept on falling asleep whenever he took her.

"Yeah, love it," Phoebe smiled again.

Cole found himself enchanted by her smile.

"Well," he said. "I happen to have an extra ticket, for my ex-girlfriend, of course, until she broke up with me. So I ended up with another one," he laughed. "I'd be glad to take you."

"Really?" Phoebe asked. She couldn't believe it. "I mean I'd love to go but if you prefer to take anyone else, I mean, that would be great...."

"No," Cole insisted. "I want to take you. Unless you don't want to come with me..." "No," Phoebe said. "I'd LOVE to go with you,"

"It's a date then," Cole said.

"A date?" Phoebe echoed.

Cole touched her shoulder slightly. "This is my way of asking you out," He said. "I'm really bad at this."

"You're not bad at all," Phoebe laughed. "It's a date, Cole Turner."