A/N: Wow, you guys probably hate me. But with getting my new computer and everything, things have just been crazy. Now, first let me thank those who reviewed so you don't totally hate me. Lol.

Sirenic Griffin: Glad you like! And I can't answer your question.

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Alexywill22: Lmao. Yes! I appreciate the review. And, seriously, you need to update your Charmed fics! NOW! Anyway, lol, Burn me at the stake if you want. More painful than being strangled, but it'll probably be faster. Lol. And I'm note telling, so read to find out.

Couple things: 1) I'll try to update sooner from now on!

2) All the fics I had written pre-laptop are 3 pages long, which is equivalent to 1 and a half pages on a pc. So now through chapter 11 will probably be really short because I don't feel like retyping them all. However, when I post, I'll post 2 or 3 chapters at once to make up for it until I get to chapter 12. Happy? Lol. I hope!

Anyway, here you go! Please don't hate me to much! Read, review, and enjoy!

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"I'm home!" Prue called, hanging her coat up and walking to the living room. Bryce sat on the couch with a sleeping Presley. "Uhm, sweetie, she's not messy."

Bryce grinned. "I know. I just wanted you home."

Prue glared, then burst out laughing. "So you used our daughter to get me here?"

Bryce smiled innocently.

"Let me go put her in her crib, then we can amuse ourselves," Prue suggested.

Bryce pouted but nodded, watching as Prue picked Presley up from the couch and took her upstairs to sleep in her crib.

Prue kissed Presley on the forehead as she set her in the crib then turned out the light and made her way back downstairs. She snuck up behind Bryce and tackled him onto the couch.

"Hey, no fair you cheater!" Bryce cried, struggling with her. He got on top and pinned her down, grinning. "Hah!" And he tickled her.

Prue shrieked. "No!" she cried, trying to break free. "Okay! Okay, okay, white flag! White flag!" When Bryce let her up, she sat back, laughing.

"I win – again. So what's my prize?" Bryce asked.

"Well, it-" Prue paused when the phone rang. She sighed and reached over, picking it up. "Hello?"

"Prue?"

It was Andy. He was asking for her. How'd he get her number? Had he finally tracked her down?

"You have the wrong number," she replied quickly before clicking off. She trembled slightly, fear gripping at her.

"Prue? You okay?" Bryce asked.

Prue nodded. "Fine."

The phone rang again. Hesitantly, Prue reached over and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Prue, I know that's you." Andy again.

"You have the wrong number!" And again, Prue hung up.

"Was it the same person?" Bryce asked, concerned.

Prue nodded – just as the phone rang again!

This time, Bryce got to it before Prue. "Hello?"

"Is Prue there?" Andy demanded.

"Who is this? Man, you have the wrong number and I suggest you stop calling us," Bryce snapped.

"Put Prue on," Andy demanded.

"There's no Prue here," Bryce lied, hoping it would make this idiot leave them alone.

"Yes, there is. Prue Halliwell. She picked up before and I know it was her. Put her on now; this is Inspector Trudeau of the SFPD."

Bryce glanced at Prue. Halliwell? And what did the SFPD want with her? She wasn't even from San Francisco she was from Los Angeles. He shook his head.

"Don't call here again," Bryce said firmly, "or else." He hung up and unplugged the phone.

Bryce glanced at Prue, staring at her intently. She looked nervous and worried. She'd also lied to him.

"Prue, I think we need to have a serious talk," he said.

"What? Why?" Prue asked, suddenly terrified that Andy had said something . . .

"That guy . . . Inspector Trudeau . . . he said you're name was Prue Halliwell and that you were from San Francisco. Now, either he has the wrong girl or you've been lying to me."

Prue paled. Oh no. Now what?

"He has the wrong person," Prue lied. "First of all, my name isn't Halliwell; it's Walters. Well, now it is. My maiden name is Bennett. And I'm from Los Angeles, not San Fran. I've never even been to San Fran!"

Bryce eyes her suspiciously. He opened his mouth to speak but Presley began to cry.

Prue stood. "I better go check on her," she said, quickly leaving the room to go and tend to her daughter.

Bryce stared after her, extremely suspicious and unconvinced.

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Prue had another sleepless night. How had Andy found her? She was halfway across the United States and she'd left very little to be traced by. She'd changed her last name and gotten a job completely different from her old one. So how had he found her?

And what about Bryce? Now he was suspicious of her; he thought she was lying to him now. And one day, maybe soon – she hoped not – she'd have to tell him the truth.

And then what?

She just hoped he would understand and still love her. She might even have to tell him that she's a witch. How would that go over?

She glanced at the clock. It was late and now was her only chance to sleep; Presley wasn't crying for once. She turned over and shut her eyes, trying hard to block all thoughts from her mind and go to sleep.