A/N: Chapter six is up, here's Chapter 7! One or two more chapters coming!

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Bryce awoke in the middle of the night, around two or three in the morning. He glanced at Prue and saw she was sleeping soundly; finally, he thought. She'd been awake for a long time and once she had fallen asleep, she'd twisted and turned for hours. But now she was asleep.

He got slowly and carefully out of bed and tiptoed out of the room, downstairs, and to the computer room. He booted it up and got onto the net where he went immediately to a search engine. He hesitated, feeling guilty for what he was about to do. But Prue had left him no choice. Into the search engine, he typed "Prudence Halliwell." Then he clicked 'search.'

Tons of articles came up with the name "Prudence Halliwell." He clicked on the first one, an article of some sort. It had a picture of Prue in a black outfit, standing by two freshly filled-in graves and crying, her hair blowing about because of the wind. The article read:

"San Francisco – The biggest shock in many years has hit San Francisco, shocking friends and family of the Halliwell Sisters, and even some strangers who know not of them. Two of the three sisters, Piper and Phoebe, were murdered in the girl's home. The eldest, Prudence (who goes by Prue) was not at home during the alleged time of the murder. She was away at the home of Inspector Andy Trudeau, her high school sweetheart. Inspector Trudeau was not available for comment on whether this is true or not.

Strange things have happened in our beloved San Fran, odd cases and unsolved murders and disappearances, none of which could be explained. So why is this case so different? Two sisters, both killed in their home, all alone, while big sister was away? Some things just don't add up. And where's the killer? No one knows. Such a tragedy, so many unanswered questions.

And, most curious of all, who would want to hurt such charming, sweet girls? Piper Halliwell, the middle sister, was the owner and founder of the hip dance club P3. P3 – which stands for the three sisters – always had lines out the door. Before opening P3, Piper worked as a chef, and then a hostess, at the fabulous Quake restaurant. Phoebe Halliwell, who just recently came to live with her sisters, bounced from job to job. Recently, she went back to finish her college education. She was well liked among her peers and professors.

So why kill these girls? And why spare Prue? We may never know."

Bryce felt a lump forming in his throat as he finished the article. Prue had lied to him about her name, about where she grew up. She had even lied about her sisters, to a certain extent. She had even lied about the leaving a boyfriend behind. He had spoken to her boyfriend! He saved the article and printed it out. He then closed it and went back to the list, selecting a small obituary article:

"San Francisco – Piper and Phoebe Halliwell, young and sweet, have passed away today, the 21st of June. They were taken too soon from life and are now resting peacefully in the afterlife. They are survived by their elder sister, Prudence, and their father, Victor Bennett."

"Well," Bryce grumbled, "at least I know where her last name came from now." He shook his head and scrolled down some more, clicking on another article:

"San Francisco – Prue Halliwell, former Bucklands Auction House employee and soon to have been the new 415 Magazine photographer, has recently suffered a terrible tragedy. Her two younger sisters, Piper and Phoebe, were murdered in the sister's Victorian-style home on April 21st. Prue was said to be with her high school sweetheart and long time boyfriend, Inspector Andy Trudeau, at the time the murders occurred. The murderer has not been found and no suspects have been apprehended. No one knows who committed such a horrible act and police have no leads.

More suspiciously, however, is the sudden disappearance of Prue. The day following her sisters' funerals, her home was found emptied of several important possessions (including the necessities and some items that belonged to her sisters). No note was left no one close to the eldest Halliwell were informed of her going anywhere. Police – specifically, Trudeau – have been trying without luck to locate her.

And so the question remains: Where has Prue Halliwell gone?

Bryce shook his head sadly, now staring at a picture of Prue with both her sisters. She saved the search results and shut the computer down. He sat in front of the now turned off computer, in complete shock and feeling very hurt. Why had Prue lied? What was the truth behind her sisters' deaths?

After a long while, he got up and made his way slowly back upstairs. Prue was still fast asleep as Bryce climbed into bed and pulled the covers over himself. He lay awake for hours more, contemplating his next move. Should he outright ask her? Or should he wait and see if she told him? He sighed and, finally, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Prue woke up the next morning, feeling well rested. She still worried and wondered; how had Andy found her? But her address was unlisted, as was her phone number. And worse come to worse, she and Bryce could always move into his home, which was right across the street and so obvious that if Andy came looking for her, he'd never think to look there.

She suddenly realized that Bryce wasn't in bed and got up, making her way down to the kitchen. He sat at the table, sipping fresh coffee. She smiled and went to him, kissing him and getting herself some coffee.

"Morning," she said as she poured the coffee and sat down.

Bryce stared at her for a moment. His left hand was hidden under the table, clutching something. He sipped his coffee, debating. Then he took his hand and brought it into view. Several papers were held in his hand. He dropped them on the table in front of Prue, face up. They were the articles on her and her sisters that he had found the night before.

Prue put her cup down slowly and, with shaking hands, picked the sheets up and glanced at them, eyes darting around and widening in fear.

"Prue, you've lied to me," Bryce said. It was all he could say; he was still trying to understand how she could lie to him.

"Bryce, I can-"

"Don't," Bryce interrupted, "say you can explain. I asked you several times, since we've met, to explain yourself and each time you lied. According to these articles, you're name is Prue Halliwell. You got "Bennett" from your father. You lived in San Francisco, not LA. And you had a boyfriend you left behind, that Trudeau guy that called here. I don't know if I even want you to explain. And you said the move was a very sudden decision; hell it was! You left the day after your sisters' funerals and you didn't tell anyone you were going."

Prue felt tears prick her eyes.

"I'm sorry, okay? Please, just trust me," Prue begged.

"How can I, Prue?" Bryce snapped angrily.

"Look, I-" He was mad at her. He had just about found out her secret. Now was as good a time as ever to tell him. "Bryce, I have to tell you something."

Bryce waited for her to speak.

Prue took a deep breath. "Bryce, I'm-"