Okay well here's part two, and more are met:

Prue stood in front of the large oak desk, which reminded her every time of one of the things she hated about Roger. Everything he owned had to be big, his apartment was, his car, even his hair seemed to off suddenly margined in size. And that was what annoyed her despite loving him dearly, well she had to love him other whys why was she getting married to him? As she asked people such as her sisters who weren't as supportive as she had hope towards he marriage.

An so when seeing Roger's elaborative need for size in his life, took great pleasure in wondering why, and question what he was making up for. as they said in such a smarmy way clearly showing the delight it gave them.

An now as she stood in front of the desk, that was like everything else in his life BIG. And now she noticed another aspect of him that she seemed to always be finding annoying. This time she had given him a simple task, pick a colour, that was it. She had asked for his input on the tablecloth covers, like so many other things for their soon coming wedding. And like many other times in which she had tried to involve him in and yet again like all the other things, he was now trying to squirm his way out of it.

"Well which one do you like?" he asked her knowing full well though that what ever she was about to say would be wasted on him as he would straight away agree with it what ever she said.

Prue rolled her eyes, "you know this wedding is the both of us," Roger looked at her blankly not seeing her point she carried on, "and it would be nice if you actually made a decision towards it."

Roger put on his fake smile, the one she knew from meetings in which he would try to persuade others although he knew he was wrong. "Hunny, you now that I'm not very good at these things, that's why I prefer you to make them, especially as it will be your big day an all."

"My big day," Prue said emphasising on the, 'my.' "I see so what its nothing to you Roger," but before he could reply she carried on, " For gods sake can you just make a decision for once!" she said, raising her voice to his disapproval at the end.

"Prue! Please keep your voice down someone might hear," once again she rolled his eyes, "and I did make a decision, I made the decision to spend the rest of my life with you." He finished smiling, as though hoping it would act as a life preserve of some sort.

But like whenever he tried to squirm out of a situation with Prue, it failed miserably and always seemed to leave him worse of than before. "Yer well, sometimes I wonder why you even bothered. An God only knows why you did in the first place." She said to a now confused Roger, before leaving the clothes on the table and storming out and back to her own office.

Andy looked round the room, she was still there, the one he knew or had known as it now felt, the posters of old films, the odd shaped models, the picture on the desk of her and Piper, along side the one of her and all her sisters, as well as her Grams. Yes some part of the hormonal Prue, with her several piercings mostly in places her Grams would never know about, and her loud rock music, leather jacket, and delight for the unusual, still lived somewhere inside, even if it was deeply buried away, or if that was where she thought she could hide it.

Darrell too sat in Prudence, Halliwell's office, but unlike his partner who seemed to be fascinated by the room, Darrell seemed to take a higher interest in Andy's own movements. It was as though they where sitting in a cavern, of delight, good, silver, jewels and priceless pieces. Instead of a office, oddly decorated, and in museum. But here he was fascinated by every knuck and cranny; to Darrell it was truly unbelievable.

Leo sat and listened to her worries, complaints an alarms to his sister, from what he could gather she was just like him. Smart, though to much of tearaway to realise her own potential until it was true late, like he had. But he wasn't gong to let that happen to her, she want going to get in a mess like him, that was for sure.

But even as he listened, and tried to focus on his little sister, his mind kept wondering if not only to the past, but now to the present. They had shared a past together, one with man firsts, and yet here she was now a though most had never happened, as though he ad never seen her naked, or left a trail of love bites though out her body.

But mostly he wondered why was she here, and what was she doing now, was she married, kids? Was she divorced, had she ever got the tattoo on hr bum like she had always wanted? Mostly daft and ones that to be honest he didn't care about, but still he wanted to know the answers.

Prue crossed the corridor between her's and Roger's so fast that her sectary hardly had time to register, and it was only when she spoke she realised she was there. "Any messages?" Prue asked in her nicest tone considering the conversation she had just had.

"Em…" the woman replied flustered y Prue's sudden appearance, "yes there where some calls, and you have two visitors…" she suddenly looked around for the piece of paper with their names on. "Er two police officers," Prue decide to give on the names and just walked straight in to her office.

Finally thee meting was over, and Leo stood to leave, "thank you Miss…." But as he was about to say her name he changed his mind, "Lil," he finished instead.

She looked at him, unsure of what to say, what could she say? Well she could either ignore it, or take, reply to it and maybe even give in to it. "Leo," she soon found herself replying and the two of them smiled.

Prue pushed the door, and without even noticing the suits in front of her, began to speak, "look if this is about Roger's parking ticket, I only paid it because he's my fiancé, and like it doesn't mean I was the one driving okay!" she said as she sat in her chair, and looked up finally seeing the suits, one she had know idea who they where, while the other. As soon as she saw him, she knew him, and it began to flood back, the pain, the hurt, the regret, but mostly the miss.

"Mrs. Halliwell," though came a voice from the other man causing her to snap awake and look at the other man, although she could still feel his eyes piercing into her skin. "I'm inspector Morris, and this is Truedue…."

"Truedue?" she whispered, to Darrell's surprise and then to more shock Andy spoke.

"Hello Prue," he whispered as the two starred at each other, Andy blinking back the tears that now pierced the back of his eyes.

"Andy," she replied, and then Darrell knew. The avoidance of the visit, the hesitation when they had spoke about her being a suspect, but mostly the way he had searched the office with his amazed eyes, just minutes before, they had known each other, they knew each other.

An for moments he sat watching the two look at each other, neither saying a word but someway he knew for them they where the only two in the office, in the building maybe, in some thoughts in the world.

Roger sat in the office, he had hoped that Prue would of returned by now, to apologise or demand one of himself. But not such luck had striked, and so with much reluctance he got up and took a deep breath before being the ever so long cross across the corridor.

Only being stopped when he was about top open the door, and the sweet little voice of the shy women who acted as Prue's sectary. "Em sir…"

But before she could go on Roger turned to he and with a kind smile, "please call me Roger."

The girl blushed before carrying on, "em Miss. Halliwell has a appointment at the moment."

"She dose?" Roger said confused sure that she had the time free as she had originally wanted to go out for lunch, until he had, had to say no as he had to much work on.

"Yes sir…. I mean Roger, two policemen popped in to have a word with her."

"I see," Roger voiced in a concerned tone, before thanking her and carrying on into the room.

Thanks for previous reveiws, and so please do the same for this one. also there you go Andy and Prue have met, but what know who knows?