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Piper tapped her fork against her mouth as she looked up at the dry erase board. She, her sisters and Darryl had lined up all the information she'd gotten, desperately wanting to figure it all out. Her sisters weren't usually privy to police information, but they wanted Piper home again, and that would mean solving the case.
The 4 of them actually made a good team, Darryl had his years of experience, Prue thought so analytically, Phoebe relied heavily on her gut and Piper had a mix of all of them, plus her own talents.
Darryl's stomach growled loudly, making all three women look at him. He smiled sheepishly.
"I hate Chinese; can we get some Moroccan up in here?"
Piper found herself remembering.
"We've got Moroccan." Leo said loudly, making her jump a mile.
"Who eats Moroccan?" she asked, crinkling her nose in distaste.
"Moroccans do." Leo replied logically.
Snap the fuck out of it, Piper thought angrily, he lied to you!
"Okay…" Prue said, thinking aloud, "We've got the note. The tape. Kelly's got no money, Shelly on the other hand is loaded—"
"And Shelly's crazy!" Phoebe added, taking a bite of shrimp fried rice.
"I would be too," Piper murmured around a mouthful of crab ragoon, "her parents murdered each other and she was raped." She tossed the phone to Darryl who immediately dialed his favorite Moroccan place.
Piper rubbed the bridge of her nose quickly. "I have know idea what to do. I must not be cut out for this kind of work." She said wearily, sinking on the couch beside Phoebe. Both of her sisters were instantly at her side.
"Don't say that!" Phoebe said.
"Yeah," Prue agreed, "this is your dream remember?"
Piper nodded.
"Leo could be doing it." Darryl said.
"Leo wouldn't do that." Piper said a little too quickly. Darryl cocked an eyebrow. "What I mean is," Piper said nervously, "that Leo has no motive."
"Right."
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Hours later, Prue was pacing in front of the board, brain working furiously. Piper's nerves were thoroughly shot as she sipped her coffee, her brain also at work, as she stood with her arms crossed head down, contemplating all the possible out comes. Prue began to murmur to herself as she stared at the numbers across the tape.
"What is it, what is it, what is it?"
Piper's head snapped to attention, the incessant words driving into her head for the last time.
"IT'S A NUMBER!!!" She shouted, throwing her hands in the air, careful not to spill the coffee, "THEY'RE ALL JUST FUCKING NUMBERS!!"
The others looked at her with wide eyes. Piper sighed and rubbed her eyes. She walked to Prue's side and began to speak.
"A password, a code, a phone number…Come on people, what are we thinking here?"
Phoebe's eyes widened with an idea. "A date!" she exclaimed, making the first advance any of them had made in hours.
The other three looked at her in unison. "What?" they said all at once.
"A date!!" she said, jumping over to them. "May 15, 2003!"
Piper's eyes widened. "Fuck, it's right, Pheebes you're a genius!!"
Phoebe smiled smugly. I try my best.
AN: Yes, I know, stunningly short chapter, I'm really sorry, but I wanted the next one to be its own, not a part of this one. Please review!!!!