A/N: Chapter Three! I was so happy to get the three reviews that I received today.

Thank you to the following: DrewFan4Life, Magical Princess, Stranded Stargazer, God'sWittleServant, and Anonymous ...for reviewing.

So the same deal still holds. If I don't get some reviews, I'm going to stop posting chapters. Like I said yesterday, I have 5 fics [maybe 6] in the works and it would be a shame to just stop, but I will. I might even delete some of the stories off fanfic, like "A Life Saved, A Destiny Changed" and "Magic Through the Ages" and even this one. Bottom line? Review or I will stop posting chapters and I will delete some of the fics off fanfic.

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"Phoebe, stop blaming yourself," Piper said gently, turning away from the map and the crystal she was dangling over it – an attempt to scry for the demon or for Katrina herself.

Phoebe sat on the couch in the living room, her legs tucked up under her. Tears glistened in her eyes and ran down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run. She didn't look at Piper and didn't respond. For some reason, she felt truly responsible for Katrina's disappearance. She felt like she had lost one of her sisters and she couldn't understand why she felt so strongly about a girl she had known for no more than a couple of hours. She didn't know how they were going to rescue Katrina. She didn't know what had happened to her and if she was okay. She didn't know if she was even still alive. Phoebe knew only one thing – she had let Katrina down.

"Potions ready."

Phoebe looked up to see Paige enter the living room with a handful of vials, containing potions of every color. Each had a little white label on it. Phoebe blinked, then looked back down at the ground.

"Great, thanks," Piper replied, staring intently at the map of San Francisco. "Now all I need to do is find where those scumbags took her."

"You okay, Pheebs?" Paige asked, walking over and sitting beside her sister.

Once again, Phoebe did not reply nor did she look at Paige. She remained lost in her jumbled sea of thoughts, praying that Katrina was safe; that whatever the demons were going to do had not started yet. She prayed they needed Katrina alive for a while, long enough so that she and her sisters could rescue the little girl.

Paige stood and walked to Piper, sitting beside her. In a low voice, she said, "Phoebe's really broken up about this. I know Katrina's a little girl and an innocent, but I can't help but remember what Marianna told us, too."

"I know Paige," Piper replied grimly. "But Katrina doesn't know what Marianna told us. What's going to happen won't happen if we can get to her in time, save her, and bind the powers she's meant to receive. If we can bind them until she's older and knows how to use them and can decide for herself how she wants to use them, then we won't have anything to worry about."

"How can you be so calm?" Paige grumbled, leaning back. "If those demons succeed in getting Katrina to-"

Piper interrupted her, "Don't think that way. If you think badly, bad things will happen. How do you think I've managed being a witch so far? I might always say that we're doomed, but I'm also always thinking to myself that, in the end, good will defeat evil and we'll save the world like we do every week. Besides, Phoebe is panicked enough for all of us. Someone has to stay level-headed and calm and that person is usually the eldest sister."

Paige frowned. "Glad I'm not the eldest – no offense."

Piper pursed her lips, staring at the map. She didn't like being the eldest, either. It hadn't exactly been her dream come true when Prue had died and she had stepped into the strange role, with it's many responsibilities. Matters didn't improve when, on the day of Prue's funeral, Paige had entered their lives to reconstitute the Power of Three. Although Piper got along with Paige and loved her, she was no replacement for the big sister Piper had known her entire life. No one could replace Prue and every day, Piper blamed herself for her sister's death, cursing Leo for saving her and not Prue. But Piper kept these thoughts hidden within her. She had not uttered one word of it to anyone. It was silly to dwell on the past, though it would take more than three years to move on.

"Piper, what's wrong?" Paige asked, ripping Piper from her thoughts.

"What? Nothing. Nothing's wrong," Piper said quickly, looking up from the map.

"Are you sure? You looked ready to cry or something," Paige replied.

Piper opened her mouth to reply but shut it. "Can you take over scrying for me?" she asked finally, standing and dropping the crystal without giving Paige a chance to reply. "I need to go – go do something." Without another word, she stood and left the living room, making her way up the steps, down the hall, and to her bedroom. She closed the door and sat down on her bed. She sighed a little, trying to keep her tears at bay as she opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out – from under many other things – a picture of Prue, Phoebe, and herself – taken just a year before Prue's death – at P3.

Unable to contain herself anymore, Piper lay down, buried her head in her pillow, and, clutching the picture close to her, sobbed into her pillow.

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Paige stole a glance at Phoebe. The middle Halliwell hadn't moved or made a sound in almost an hour. Sighing, Paige went back to scrying. She had tried several times to tell Phoebe it wasn't her fault, but Phoebe had ignored her – or chosen not to reply. She was deep in her own thoughts and nothing seemed able to pull her out. Their only hope now was to find Katrina and rescue her before anything truly bad happened.

Frustrated, Paige turned back to the map and muttered a spell:

"Searching for a little girl for hours.
This scrying seems pointless.
Halliwell witches, lend me your powers.
Help me locate her in this time of distress."

Paige winced at how immensely pathetic the spell was. Off the top of her head, however, and in the spur of the moment, it was the best she could come up with. She gasped in surprise as the crystal gave a sharp tug, spun faster, and fell on a location on the map.

"Oh . . . wow. It worked!" she whispered breathlessly. She noted the location and looked up, grinning. "Phoebe, I found her! I found Katrina!"