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Together Forever:
Chapter 2: Clues
Daryl sighed. "I'm sorry, Leo. I wish I was joking. But I'm not. Someone took Piper, and I don't know who it was. She didn't even have time to tell me where she was."
"Well, Phoebe and Paige said that after Piper and I get in fights, she usually goes down to P3. Not that we get in fights that often or anything like that," Leo quickly finished.
"Should we go check there?" Daryl asked, standing up.
"We shouldn't. But I should," Leo said, also standing up. "I want to find Piper by myself."
"Leo -"
"Daryl, you'll just slow me down," Leo said before trying to orb again.
Daryl raised his eyebrows. "At least I have a cop car. You can't even orb."
Leo looked at Daryl for a second before grabbing his coat and Phoebe's car keys, heading out the door.
When he got to P3, he ran into one of Piper's workers named Pete who was currently wiping down the bar.
"Pete, has Piper been here recently?" Leo asked quickly, cutting right to the chase and skipping the 'hellos'.
"Actually, yeah, Leo, she has," Pete said, not bothering to look up.
"Great. When?" Leo asked, anxious to get some answers.
"About a quarter of an hour ago," Pete said, looking up at Leo for the first time during their conversation. The guy hadn't even looked up when Leo walked in through the door.
"Great. Thanks, Pete," Leo said, running out the door.
"You're welcome!" Pete yelled after him.
"Piper?! Piper?!" Leo yelled, running down the nearest alleyway. "Piper, please answer me!"
Then he heard it. Barely, but he heard it. He heard Piper screaming his name.
"Piper?!" Leo yelled louder this time, running towards where he heard her. Then something caught his attention and he stopped running.
Leo bent down and picked up Piper's cell phone, which looked like it had been trampled on.
Leo stood up and looked around, noticing Piper's jacket lying on the ground, torn up around the seams, like she had been struggling against who ever had taken her.
"Oh god . . . Piper . . ." Leo said, starting to get teary eyed and holding the jacket close. "Piper?!"
Leo listened intently, but all he heard was the wind and the cars a few streets away, the people in them not knowing that one of their protectors could be dead at that very moment while the other two were on vacation in Hawaii.
"Piper, I swear I'll find you!" Leo shouted at the top of his lungs. "And when I do, I'm going to hurt who ever took you!"
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Phoebe turned to Paige. "Pass the sun block," she said, holding out her hand.
Paige rolled her eyes, grabbed her back, and threw the thing at Phoebe.
"So, what do you think Piper and Leo are doing right now?" Phoebe asked, squirting some sun block on herself.
"Probably looking through The Book of Shadows because some demon just attacked," Paige said, sighing, staring up at the sky through her sunglasses.
"Do you think we should call them?" Phoebe asked, putting the bottle back in the bag.
"They said that they'd orb here or call us if anything went wrong," Paige said, looking over at Phoebe. "Don't worry so much. I'm sure they're just fine."
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Leo knelt down in an alleyway a few streets from where he had been five minutes ago when he saw something that belonged to Piper.
It was one of the earrings that Leo had given her just a few weeks ago, just as an out-of-the-blue, I-love-you-so-much gift.
Leo smiled to himself slightly. "We had just gotten in a fight and she still puts on the earrings I gave her," he said, standing up, before noticing a torn piece of shirt. A male torn piece of shirt.
Leo picked it up and looked at it carefully.
'P3,' was what was patched onto it.
Leo narrowed his eyes in concentration and looked around.
'So, whoever took Piper works at P3 . . . But then wouldn't Piper know who was chasing her . . ? Maybe they took down a guy that works there and stole his shirt so he could walk around the club in the morning and not be asked any questions . . .' Leo thought, heading back to P3.
"Then I guess I'm going back to the club for a little one-on-one time with the guys," Leo said, walking in through the door.
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Okay, it's official. I can't write mystery fics to save my life. If you guys think I should keep trying, then please tell me in a review, or else I'm just going to stop this story right now. It could be that it's a quarter to 4 in the morning, but that's no reason to write a horrible fanfiction. Once I stayed up until 1pm, and at 10am, I was typin up a fanfic and it was good. I'm tellin ya. Seriously. Anyway . . . Ciao!
Hannah
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