AN: Thanks for the reviews!! If you don't know what a Profiler is, this chapter should clear it up!

"That we are." Prue said warily. "And you would be?"

Cute, Piper thought, admiring the handsome blonde man.

"Leo Wyatt." He said, holding out his badge. "I'm a Profiler with the FBI. May I come in?"

Prue pursed her lips and opened her mouth, but not before Piper could speak.

"Sure!" Piper said quickly. "Come in. We can't turn away an officer of the law, right?"

Prue rolled her eyes as Leo smiled lazily. Piper flipped her long hair over her shoulder as the four of them walked back to the living room. Then it hit the sisters. FBI?

"Phoebe," Prue said slowly, "Could you get us something to drink?"

Phoebe opened her mouth to protest, but quickly went to the kitchen at a glare from her eldest sister.

"So," Leo began slowly, opening a notebook. "I'm here on the Larson murders."

Piper pursed her lips. "I should have known you guys would want to talk to me again. I already told you everything I know. I grew up with the guy, I didn't witness the murder!" Piper stood up, throwing her hands in air dramatically. "My God, I sure as hell didn't do it! I don't hold any fingerprints, or forensic evidence." She let out a mild cry and stalked up the stairs to her bedroom, whereupon they heard a loud slam.

Leo frowned deeply. "What's wrong with her?" he asked.

Prue pursed her lips as Phoebe returned with a tray of iced tea. "Cops piss her off." Prue admitted, picking up a glass. "After George was killed, they practically flanked the house, asking her all kinds of questions. She just wanted them to leave her alone. Which is why I'm so surprised she was so friendly with you." She admitted, giving him a curious look.

"I'm wondering," said Phoebe, "what exactly is it a profiler does."

Leo smiled, but his eyes flickered briefly to the stairs. "Actually, we watch people, what they do and then learn stuff about them."

Phoebe looked highly skeptical. "Oh really?"

Leo nodded. "Yeah. I'd say you're a fan of horror movies. You know, stuff like Kill It Before It Dies, you know, along those lines."

Phoebe gasped. "AH!!! I love Kill It Before It Dies!!! It's my fave!! How'd you know?"

Leo just smiled at her. "You mind if I go talk to her?" he asked Prue, motioning towards the stairs.

Prue raised an eyebrow. "Hell, if she'll talk to you, go for it. But Piper always was meddlesome." Prue warned.

Leo nodded and made his way up the stairs, hand rubbing lightly on the polished wood. When he came to Piper's door instead of the door being shut, it was wide open and she was standing on her bed, dancing slowly. It took him a moment to recognize the song but then he smiled.

"Now that she's back from the atmosphere, with drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey…" Piper sang softly, so as not to overpower Train.

For a moment, Leo watched her dance, leaning in the doorway. He liked the way she rose and fell as the bed adjusted to her shifting weight. He liked the way her stomach rolled slightly as she moved to the beat. And he couldn't help but notice the almost imperceptible heave of her chest as she sang.

"She listens like spring and she talks like June." Leo joined in suddenly, taken by the moment.

Piper looked up in surprise. His voice was beautiful. She couldn't help but wonder why his handsome face wasn't splashed all over MTV. Piper looked at him, but soon returned to dancing, not caring one way or another if he watched.

Leo couldn't help but watch as she continued, poetry in motion flowing from her hips, body dripping with sin. He wanted to throw her to the bed and go at it. Hard. And long.

"Piper." He said, finally snapping away from his thoughts. "Can I talk to you?"

Piper pursed her lips. In all honesty, he'd won her just by knowing the words to Drops of Jupiter. "Alright." Piper said, jumping up, crossing her legs Indian style in the air, then flopping down on the bed. "I'll talk to you. But only if you sing some more."

Leo frowned. Normally, he didn't really like to sing. He had only done it then because the feeling struck him. "No." Leo said forcefully, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Piper scowled. "You're no fun."

Leo gave her a rare blank stare, then proceeded to ask her questions. "How did you know George?"

Piper bit her lip. "I knew him all my life. He grew up in the house across the street. He was a good friend, I was so surprised when…it happened. Anyway, I already answered all these questions. Why are you asking me again?"

Leo blinked indolently. "I'm a profiler. It's my job to see or hear about a person, then be able to know details about them."

Piper crossed her arms over her chest. "Is that so?" Leo nodded. "Well, then tell me something about myself." She begged excitedly.

Leo smirked. "You…" he thought for a moment. "You, are a screamer."

Piper gave him an odd look of slight incredulousness. "What the hell does that mean?"

"In bed." Leo said flatly. "You scream."

Piper cocked an eyebrow. "And you would know…How?"

Leo licked his lips. "From the way you move when you dance." Piper raised her other eyebrow. Leo pursed his lips in a smirk. "Well, when you dance, you move with your hips. A lot. And you sing while you do it. So it's only natural that when you dance with your hips and you sing that the same time that—"

"I got it." Piper interrupted. But as she thought about it, it did make sense. Apparently, Leo was back to business because he had the notebook open again.

"Are you going to answer any of my questions?" he asked, pen poised over paper.

Piper opened her mouth, but closed it quickly to smile. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "I have an idea."

"Oh yeah?" Leo challenged. "What's that?"

"We should go out tonight! You look like you could use a night off the job."

Leo looked slightly panicked, something he wasn't used to. "But I just got back from vaca—"

"No!" Piper protested. "It'll be fun!! Just be her to pick me up at 9:40." She stood up and started to push him toward the door. "9:40 sharp." She said shoving him out the door, then closing it behind him.

For a moment, Leo just stood in front of her closed the door. He had a date with a demented woman.

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