Okay here's next chapter, hop you didn't mind me changing the name of the story, but please read it, and I'm sorry if it's a bit long I've had a lot of spare time on my hands lately, but please read and review.

Tears that where never shed, and calls that where always phoned.

Piper stepped into her room, her remaining body that wasn't covered by her towel, was casually dripping from the shower she had jus taken. And as she stood in front of her closet, the many clothes of her's starring back at her. She began to feel her stomach turn, as though she was about to attend a date, instead of interviewing someone to be her lodger.

But still she felt the butterflies, rolling though he stomach, as her legs began to shake at the thought of him coming. And all she knew of him was his name, and how sexy his voice had been on the phone, that had been a thought that had continuously crossed he mind on several occasions.

And like those several occasions, she soon found herself reminding herself about Jeremy. Sure things had been rocky lately, he hadn't been around, he had been so busy with the paper, but still she had no reason to be having such thoughts over the guy who could soon be her lodger, especially when it was only over his voice, his very sexy voice.

'NO, NO, NO! Come on now Piper, pull your self together, you can do this.' she told herself as the thought of his voice, had become sexual again. But she couldn't think like that, and so just carried on to her closet and tried to choose her least sexual clothes that she owned.

Leo sighed; he had just pulled up in cab outside the house. And as he looked up to it, and paid the driver, he began to notice it's striking burgundy red colour, and it's several beautiful windows and fantastic stained glass windowed doors. He breathed in deep, unable to believe just how fantastic the house was, and as the cab drove away he began to wonder what the draw back, and the only logical assumption he came to was that the owner, and his soon to be landlady hopefully, would be some sort of hag, and most likely try to make his life a hell, although her voice on the phone previously had been so smooth, and sweet sexy even. But Leo wasn't able to think of things like that, he had only come back for one reason, and that didn't involve dating, no matter who it was, or how nice her voice was.

Piper rushed down the stairs at the sound of the doorbell, her bare feet sliding along the wooden floor of the hall. as her body, now dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt that she thought was more casual than anything else, casually followed and her whole body topped as it reached the door, and she took a short moment to compose herself. Before turning the?" she asked the tall, broad dirty blonde haired man, who just seemed to display sex to her, and as she smiled she pulled back such thoughts once again.

"Em yer…. Miss Halliwell?" he asked looking at the petit women before him, her long brown hair framing her face, as her body was framed in tight jeans that followed her curves, and the black low cut t-shirt that just gave him a glimpse of her chest, that he found him self dragging his eyes away from, and to her face as he asked.

With a warm face, one Miss Halliwell let one Mr. Wyatt into her home, and soon into a lot more.

Prue at back at her desk, they where alone herself and Andy, his partner had gone and she had got rid of Roger, although she almost regretted it.

She sat in font of him, and avoided his eyes as she looked at him, somehow over nearly ten years she still thought she was talking to the hormonal teenage, but she knew he wasn't he was a man, and most likely just wanted to do his job so as she took a deep breath she asked, "so Inspector Truedue, why are you here?" in her professional tone.

An as Andy head the stiff, straight talking tone he forgot about them, about their teenage hormonal pasts, because like his mother had always said, the past was the past. "Well Miss Halliwell, we have reason to think you maybe under threat..." Prue looked at him confuse, clearly the thought of bring unable to control something scared her, "there is a conman in the area, and believe you may be at risk to him."

Prue's face looked scarred, but only for a moment before she removed it altogether, "I see and what should I know about him… as to protect myself," she added ay the end so he didn't think she was scared of it.

But Andy knew her better, "well we believe you should be safe at the moment, you see he only strikes on single women, we have never known him to strike on a engaged women."

Prue's face dropped, he knew she was getting married, but how? But then it hit her of course he knew, he was a officer, he could know anything about her. All about her, SHIT! She thought he could of known about the affairs, but the she realised again not even police file would have that in…. right.

As she thought Andy carried on giving the suspected height, bail, hair colour ect, of the perp. But she was to lost in thought to hear him, and so never did.

"Right well I believe that's all you need," Andy finished and tried to smile, but as Prue snapped from her thoughts he didn't receive one to his pain.

"Well I better let you out, shouldn't I," she said, and stood to cross to the door.

Andy followed, looking to the floor, maybe time couldn't heal wounds, maybe she did still hate him, maybe she did, but maybe she could forgive..

She stood beside the door, and watched him walk towards his head drooped down. She sighed, she had always hated to see him like that, and even now it reminded her of the last time she saw him.

Prue stood her eyes blinking to hold back the tears, while Andy stood in front of her; she was 16 and he 17. They had, had a fight, a bog one, one that had shook the whole house, and was now tearing them selves apart.

"Prue please," he said but she wouldn't let him go on.

"So am I Andy," and with that she turned back to the manor, leaving him tears begging to run down his face, as her own mirrors the action.

And as she walked, she never looked back, even as he began to shout, "Prue…! Prue Please… Prue I LOVE YOU!" but even then she kept going, because everyone she loved got hurt, and she could never do that to Andy.

And so she kept walking until she was there, in front of the doors, and Andy watched, waiting patiently, as well as scarred hoping she would still turn. But then her hand reached out and the doorknob was turned, and he knew it was over. So as his hand drooped down and the tears still stained face walked away.

An as he stepped, he was unaware that just once for a second Prue turned back, and her heart broke as she watched, the man she loved be destroy by her.

Andy stood and watched Prue she seemed to of died, as she held her hand on the doorknob and her face faced out to nothing but a wall, she seemed to just be starring, as though at nothing. But as he watched her in her state of thought, he noticed a small trail was glistening down her cheek, and as he stepped further forward, and closer to her he realised. The t rail that so silently ran down her cheek, it was a tear, a single tear.

He wanted to desperately to reach to it and wipe it away with his thumb, but even as he watched he knew there was no way she would allow it. So instead in nearly a whisper, he spoke, "Prue."

Suddenly she jolted back to the world, and saw the concerned look in front of her, in Andy's eyes. And with that she felt something casually flowing over her face, leaving a cold wet trail, and as she wiped it away she realised for the first time in her life she had shed a tear for that day.

Andy carried on looking at her in confusion, and as she realised how odd she must seem, she quickly wiped her now wet finger on her nearby skirt, and resumed her stance of importance, and strength. "Well thank you for that Inspector."

Andy looked at her, "it was my pleasure…. Miss Halliwell," and walked though the open door.

Roger stood at one end of the corridor, he watched as the inspector left alone, and entered the elevator, and how his fiancé his Prue, watched him right up until he turned to face outwards in the elevator, at which point she closed the door. An as he watched her watch him, he noticed her eyes they seemed to sparkle in the light, like never before, and there was a line drawn down her face that to sparkled in the light, and he knew with that as she closed her door, that he need to know who that man had been.

Piper sat In the kitchen, Leo had just left, and to her much glee he was to be moving in on the following Sunday, but apparently he had need to see someone, and get his stuff together as for a long period of time it had been in storage.

Not that she had really listened to a word he had said, she had been to occupied with him, well with his body. He was clearly a man who worked out as she could see his welled muscular pecks though his sparse white linen shirt, and his whole body was tanned and just seemed to promote sex to her.

A thought that had kept crossing her mind since she had opened the door, and now that she knew he would be living with her, walking around in the mornings in his half dressed body, but she couldn't thin like that she had a boyfriend, one who loved her, who would do anything for her.

And as the thoughts of Jeremy replaced the sexual desirable ones of Leo's body, she found herself being disturbed by the phone, violently ringing of the hook. An with much protest her body finally picked it's self up and crossed the short distance to the near by phone.

"Hello," she said stubbornly down the receiver, which she soon regretted when the voice that trailed back was Jeremy's.

"Hunny, are you okay?" he asked in a truly concerned voice, for she would usually answer with kindness and politeness in her voice, instead of the stubborn and some what annoyed one he had received.

"Yer, course I'm, just a little tired," she lied as she reverted to her original tone.

"Well you know we where going to go out tonight…." He began, as she soon realised what was coming next like so many other times. "Well I've got this big piece and I don't think I'm gonna…."

"Be able to make it, can we do it another night your sorry," Piper finished as she had heard it so many times before she now knew it of by heart.

"I'm really sorry…. Hunny?"

"Fine," she said, and unexpectantly found herself slamming down the phone.

Okay well there's the next chapter, sorry about the name of it, I couldn't think of anything better. Also sorry if it's a bit long I was gonna make it into two but then I decide to just leave it, oh and I hope you like it, so big questions now:

'What was Andy and Prue's fight over?'

'What happened after it?'

'Why's Jeremy never around?'

'An where are those thoughts going to lead Piper?'

All to be answered in the next chapter of 'the lodger from…. Heaven,' hop you didn't mind me changing the name just thought it made more sense. Oh and please review, thank you .