Author's Note: Okay, please, please don't kill me! I know I keep telling you that the Piper and Leo are going to meet their kids, and let me explain: they will, but the chapters in which they are keep getting further and further away because other things need to happen before they all meet. This being said, I have two chapters for you and in my next update I swear that Piper and Leo will finally meet their kids, and if they don't I give you all permission to kill me (except if you do that they you will never get the end of the story). Oh, and in Chapter Twenty I mention what year it is, 2021 so that you all don't get confused. All right, that being said, I am going to leave you all with the next two chapters and run off to finish what comes next.

Chapter Nineteen: Police Investigations and Advice

Darryl drove up to a house in the middle of a nice neighborhood a few hours away from San Francisco. He had gotten a call earlier that morning from Sheridan that there had been a mysterious murder in the night and the two of them having the experience that they did, were asked to come and investigate. Pulling up at a police infested crime scene, Darryl got out of his car, showed his badge to the local officers and joined Sheridan at the front door.

"I see you made it," she said.

"Took me a while to get up here, but I guess I did," he replied. "So, what do we know?"

Sheridan opened the door and led Darryl in as she began. "The victim's name was Cathy Knight. Middle aged, average height, just your everyday working woman. Apparently, a few of her neighbors recalled her getting sometime in the early evening and hearing strange noises coming from her home. One called the police and when they arrived, Cathy was found dead."

Darryl nodded. "And the reason we were called?"

"Take a good look around you, inspector."

Taking his time, Darryl looked around the room and suddenly felt as he had walked into the Halliwell Manor after one of their numerous demon attacks. Furniture was destroyed and glass was everywhere they stepped. It appeared to be a house that one might find after a terrible earthquake and Darryl was beginning to wonder if the victim Cathy had been attacked by a demon.

Entering the kitchen, the two found police photographers flashing pictures of the room and the body that lay in a pool of blood. Waiting until they were gone, Sheridan walked to the body and after putting on a pair of latex glove, turned her over for Darryl to see.

"I've seen many injuries in my line of work," she began, "gun shot wounds, car wreaks where there isn't a body left, so many others, but none compare to this." Sheridan pointed to a large, circular wound. Burn-like, she had never seen anything by the looks of it before, but Darryl knew it too well.

Not wanting to give Sheridan any clues of the magical world that was most likely behind the murder, Darryl left the kitchen and entered what would have been the den of the house. Just as ruined, he found overturned pictures on the floor and picked one up, shaking off the rubble that was once the house. The picture was that of a woman a small child, a boy no older than five. It was a dated photo and Darryl knew that it had to have been taken years ago, but upon looking at it closer, he thought he recognized the little boy. Shaking his head, Darryl put the picture back on the floor, not wanting to disturb the crime scene.

Turning to leave, Darryl caught sight of another photo on the floor, this one facing him, though covered in dust and debris. In the photo was a teenaged boy, the same one from the first photograph, only older. Bending down, Darryl's eyes grew wide as he wiped away the dust. The glass was broken and taking the picture out of the frame, he dropped the remains and stared at the photo in silence.

"I'll be damned," he whispered.

"What is it? You find anything?" Sheridan's voice called, her footsteps echoing as she walked toward Darryl.

Pocketing the picture, he shook his head as she came up to him. "Not a thing, but this house...I'll be damned."

Sheridan nodded, not thinking he could have meant anything else. "Well, I've talked to one of the local police officers and am going to stay back here and help them out. If you want to go back to the station and starting working on a report that would be great," she said as they left the room and went back outside. "Turns out the woman had a son, but no one seems to know where he went. Neighbors say he might have spent the night at a friend's house, but they aren't sure."

"Yeah, yeah I'll go back," Darryl answered, his voice off and a distant look in his eye. "You wouldn't by any chance know what the son's name is?"

"Chris," Sheridan said as she looked down at a paper with notes scribbled on it. "Chris Knight."

The name Chris was echoing in Darryl's mind as he drove back to San Francisco. After Sheridan had said the name, he was almost certain that was who was in the picture, but there was more to it than that. When Darryl had first seen the photo his mind immediately jumped to the Halliwell's and their Chris, Piper and Leo's son. Darryl had heard from his wife that both Chris and Wyatt had been kidnapped and though he would have done all that he could to have found them, Darryl and the sisters knew it was magical and there was nothing the SFPD could do.

"It can't be," Darryl said aloud to himself in the car. "It can't be the same Chris...could it?"

Darryl stayed late in the office that night writing the report and called Sheridan to see if any more information had been found out about Cathy's son. Doing a little research on what was given, Darryl found out that Cathy at had adopted Chris Knight around the same time as Chris Halliwell's kidnapping. And doing a bit of math, Darryl found out that both Chris Knight and Halliwell were the same age. Appearance was another story and Darryl did not need to be shown the picture twice to know that it had to be the same Chris he had met almost twenty years ago.

It was then that it hit him. Chris was dead, or at least the Chris from the future whom he had met and arrested. Darryl knew that Sheridan was looking into who Chris Knight was and if she found any of the pictures she would realize that it was the same Chris from all those years before. But, would she believe it? How could the Chris who had been involved with the Halliwell's and died be the same Chris who was Cathy's surviving son, a living breathing and younger version of the same Chris?

"This is getting to be very complicated," Darryl said, his head falling into his hand.

"What is?"

Sitting up straight at the sound of a voice, Darryl jerked up and found his wife Sheila standing n front of him. Glancing down at his watch, Darryl realized how late he had stayed at the office and offered his wife a seat. "Sheila, what are you doing here?"

"Wondering what was keeping you here so long," she answered. "I was beginning to worry. So, what is getting complicated, a new case?"

Darryl sighed. "I guess you could say that. There seems to be a problem. I think," he paused to see if anyone else was in the room, but it was all clear except for him and his wife, "the murder victim was killed by a demon."

Shelia made a face. "You mean as in Halliwell demons? The ones they kill or banish or whatever it is that they do to them."

"Yeah, but there is more, but...I'm a little torn. See, I need to tell three certain people something, but am afraid that they are not going to believe me due to the fact that we are really no longer talking to each other."

Sheila tried not to laugh. "Darryl, please. The fight or whatever you want to call it that is going on between you and the girls is strictly that: between you and the girls. If there is something magical about the case and you need to save someone then you should tell them. An innocent person is just that and it would have nothing to do between you all. And don't think that I am going to do the talking for you, even if I still speak with them, I think that you-"

"Sheila, there's more," Darryl said, interrupting her, "about what I have to tell them. Remember how you told me about Leo and Piper's boys?"

She nodded. "Chris and Wyatt, right? They were kidnapped years ago. Why?"

"I believe that I found Chris."

Sheila sat aghast in the chair, her hand covering her mouth. "Found him? Are you sure?"

Darryl handed Sheila the picture and nodded. "Dead sure, especially due to the fact that the murder case has to do with magic."

"And, you think this victim stole Chris?"

Shaking his head, Darryl stood up. "Honestly, no. I've heard from Sheridan who has spoken to neighbors and apparently they were one happy family. I believe the victim simply adopted Chris, not knowing who he really was."

Sheila stood behind Darryl. "Honey, you have to tell the Halliwells. Piper and Leo deserve to know that their son is alive and well. You owe them that much. I know you might be a bit concerned about Sheridan finding out that they are involved, but if it were one of our kids, wouldn't you do anything to know?"

Taking a deep breath, Darryl knew that Sheila was right. Lowering his head, he knew that he had to tell Piper or Leo as soon as possible. Turning around, Darryl faced his wife. "I'll go over tomorrow."