Okay this is in two parts as I've written about half of it and already I'm thinking I've got to much, but anyways this is part one and part two will be coming a sap. So hope you enjoy and please review.

Friends Reunited: part one:

Andy sat in his car as the files lay beside him; he was outside San Francisco Police Department. It was his first day back, since he had been told he had made it to the city with out himself catching him once again.

But that wasn't what was now occupying his mind, or the reason for him being so drawn back by the thought of even entering the station.

Because now he could not think of anything else being that had taken him over a week to even look, at would have taken longer to read if he hadn't been that curious. An now even as he sat, trying to ignore the feeling of pain in his stomach it was there nagging at him. It lay beside him like a sick memory; all five of them lay beside him.

They had been so much to him once, but then again back then he didn't even think there would ever be a possibility of them not being in his life every day, who knew about nearly ten years.

But now they where back, or at least he was back from their files it looked as though they never really left. Shore they had travelled, but they always returned, something he couldn't say about himself.

Andy carried on sitting, his eyes dazing over the larger file that carried there five own. 'Halliwell.' It said on its front, in black bold writing that sat just above the age, in a raised way. Inside they all where, the five P's. Penelope, Piper, Phoebe and Prudence, ah yes Prudence.

She the reason for him sitting, now in his car, starring bleakly at the files that lay next to him. She had been a friend, a lover, a confident, a love, a first love. Yes Prue Halliwell, had been the first girl to ever steal his heart, and even to this day she still owned it, as she never gave it back.

An yet here he was nearly ten years on from the day, she said it was over, and broke his heart. An yet here he was back in their city, and she was back in his life.

She was one of the women, one of the ones who could be a victim; she could be his next hit. She was perfect for him, she was a brunette, independent, smart, and she had money, although it wasn't the biggest need to be a victim of him, it was one thing that was needed.

But so was Piper, she was brunette, smart, and too had money, especially as her file said she was now a owner of a local, popular, nightclub by the name of P4. An of course he knew why that was, but still it was a surprise. Piper's dream had always been to be a chief, not a nightclub owner, but that was not the only surprise to come from the Halliwell's file.

Phoebe had moved to New York, but that was no surprise to him, she had always wanted to find her farther, despite Prue's and their Grams objections to it. But he also knew how Phoebe had always had a strange sureness that their farther Victor, a man Andy vaguely knew from his shared childhood with Prue.

While Paige the youngest sister, had been travailing around Europe for the last few years, apparently with her friend Glen. Another person Andy remembered from his shirred years with Prue, Paige and Glen had always been as thick as thieves, and he had always remembered the rumours of there being a romance between the two, and even now as he read that the two where travelling across the far away lands of other countries, he still thought that maybe now there would be some sparks of romance there.

But the main surprise for Andrew Truedo as he had sat in his bed, reading over one file in particular, Halliwell, Prudence. She was working in a museum, a museum, something Andy had never even pictured for her. It wasn't her dream, not even close but instead as far away as he could ever dream. Sure back at school she had always liked history, and was good at it, but her true passion, the true thing that made her tick, made her blood run though her veins, was photography. That had been her dream, the thing she always wanted to do was take photos. The one thing she had always wanted had always been her dream.

But here she was in a museum, but not alone. She had a fiancé, Roger Canalway, her boss and her fiancé, the supposed man she was in love with. But could she, could she really be in love with him, the Prue he had always known would of never given up her dreams, or even be considering marrying a man like Roger, God only knew about Marry.

But nearly ten years had passed, she could of changed, she probably had changed, but if she had changed that much that was what scared him. The idea she was able to turn into the women on the paper in front of him, but as he slowly grabbed the files, he just hoped he would be able to avoid it for as long as possible.

Leo walked though the old school, it hadn't changed, it still smelt funny, and had the same sickly colour of oatmeal splashed across its grim walls.

While other things had changed, teachers had left, an now new younger ones littered the corridors although they where still moaning about piercings, and smoking and other such activities that Leo was sure they had done in their own teen years.

But not just them, somehow almost hidden from the external view of the place they had somehow built a whole new bloke, with even more small rooms to fit as many as possible in at one given time. He found it, the room he had been so painfully looking for amongst the death, and decay that seemed to litter the school.

He breathed in and straightened his suit, before knocking on the wooden door, and receiving the stiff "come in," from inside. An after taking one final deep breath he turned the handle and walked in.

As he walked in he was not greeted, or shown any sign of a welcome, "instead the voice came again, ordering him to, "take a seat and I'll be with you in a moment."

Leo looked across to the near by desk where the voice had come from, he did not see her face nor any other personal appearance of the women. But instead saw a women's body draped over a side draw, on the desk, as her long blonde hair hid any sign of a face, and her grey short-skirted suit only showed the tops of her legs.

An so as Leo waited he mindlessly, he began to look over the artwork of graffiti that had been scrawled into it self. There was the usual, 'I L.K.' and the 'Skool sucks,' to add a little sunshine to your day, but one stud out in particular. Not that it was smart, or done in any particular way that made it special, but instead it was just he remembered it.

It had been a day like most in the last glorious summer he had spent at the school, and in one Physics lesson one of the many lessons he was known to take with Rick, as although he was a bright lad, as he missed so much school was usually stuck in the 'drop outs,' classes.

So like in many of his other classes, he sat an looked out the window, chatted to Rick, flirted with girls, or slept. But that day he seemed to not want to do any of them, and instead like now stared down at the table. Until he thought, of something original and cunning, and not being a selfish boy he soon was catching Rick's attention to tell him his latest piece of artwork for the table. 'if love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?'

"Cough… cough, Mr. Wyatt?" suddenly came a voice though to his mind snapping him from his sarcastic artwork on the table, and causing him to look up, and at her. An there he was, her grey suit trimmed to shape her curves, and lines of her smooth form, while her face was still hidden deep under her mass of blond hair, until one of long sleek arms rose and drew it from her way, and then as Leo's eyes met her's, his face dropped.

Andy and Darrell came out of another large block of offices, an again Darrell looked down to their list of addresses and crossed of yet another. Now sat two, the last on the list, two sisters, and they had agreed to try and get it over and done with as quick as possible, although Andy had been the more eager one.

"So who's next?" although he knew, and was automatically dreading the answer,

"Oh Halliwell…. One Prudence Halliwell, its not far from here about two blocks." And that was it; Andy said nothing while Darrell drove.

Leo blinked he couldn't believe it, it was, it was her. The women who had once been so close to him, and yet here she was about to kill him from the look on her face, it was Lil.

She looked at him his green eyes still sparkling in the light, but now he was in a suit, probably made for him, with his polished shoes, and ironed shirt. She had expected it, it to be him, not the suit and shirt she had never expected that. An yet him being there in front of her, with those eyes, it somehow still was a shock.

He had been gone for six years, six years had never felt that long, but now as she looked at him and realised he was truly a man, she realised just how long it had been.

There she sat, a teacher, his sister's teacher, a woman, and a lady if nothing else. But somehow she was still Lil, "Lil?" he spoke as though to confirm what could have just as easily been a daydream, or a fragment of his imagination.

She smiled slightly, and only briefly, but still he noticed it. It was just like when he had called Mary Jane, Mj, it was clear Lillian hadn't been called Lil for many years.

But it was soon cut dead, "It's Miss. Millan, thank you Mr. Wyatt," she said in a stiff tone, one that even though she hid it as well as she could still held a hint of happiness, and friendship deep underneath it.

"Well then Miss. Millan, we better talk about Mj then," he said trying to sound friendly but still receiving a cold return,

"Yes Mary Jane Wyatt I'll get just her file," and she turned back to her desk, as Leo watched and his smile faded.

Okay well part two coming as soon as I've written it but this is part one, so can you review, an I'm sure all you Andy, Prue lovers will know where he's going.