"Andy? Where's your brother?"

Phoebe Halliwell didn't get an answer when she stuck her head into her sister's door. Instead, she got a shoe flying towards her that no hand had thrown. Prue let the other one fly and yelled, "Don't you know how to knock!"

"Of course, I know how to knock." Phoebe wrapped her knuckles against the door and smirked. "See? That is how you knock. Now, back to my question." Her head turned and she stared at the man that laid beside Prue Halliwell. "Where's your brother?"

Andy Trudeau narrowed his eyes. Lines in his forehead deepened. His lips pursed and his cheeks drew in deeper and deeper. "I've got two," he said cautiously. "Why and which one?"

"Um, well, see…" She twirled her fingers in a lock of chocolate hair and rocked from side to see. "It's sorta complicated, but, um… he's got longer hair? That's about all I can say because he looks exactly like you. And, see, I know it wasn't you because of the hair. Well, the hair and because you've got no reason to be soaking wet while delivering a blonde woman's baby because a) Prue's not blonde and b) even if she were, she's so not pregnant."

"Phoebe!" Prue sat up, and the sheet slipped down. She wore a royal blue button-down shirt that very obviously wasn't hers. Beside her, Andy's chest was bare. He grabbed the sheet before it could go further than his waist and jerked it back up. Prue looked at him quickly, then turned her attention back to Phoebe. "Are you going to tell us what's going on, or are you just going to ask a ton of vague questions?"

"Well, I was getting to that Prue, but I just thought that if I knew which brother I was looking at that things would become clearer. So, Andy…" She let her hand fall from her hair and turned to him. "…which brother has the longer hair and where is he?"

He looked at her in confusion, but also with eyes filled with dread. The outcome of this conversation could only be bad. "Considering that Luis, last I heard, was in Venezuela being kept away from Brenda Barrett… I'm guessing that you're talking about Lorenzo. He's in some small town in upstate New York. Now, would you please tell me what's going on?"

"Okay. So, it was Lorenzo." Phoebe shook her head. Even though a year had passed since the revelation about the Alcazar triplets had been laid in their laps, Phoebe still had occasional problems with it all. Sometimes she looked at Andy and thought that she really should be calling him Leandro. Other times, she just didn't care. This, unfortunately, wasn't a time that she couldn't care. Her head was still ringing with the reasons she had for caring.

"Phoebe…"

"Prue, please." Phoebe sighed. "Ya know, this whole triplet thing is weirder than you actually living here, Andy. Weirder than you and Prue doing the whole shacking up thing because I would have sworn that was my territory."

"Phoebe!"

This time, it was both Andy and Prue who called her name and she said, "Alright! You know I babble when I'm out of sorts and this put me out of sorts." She sighed and let her shoulders drop. "I saw your brother getting shot while delivering some woman's baby."

"What!" Andy almost jumped up, but quickly remembered that he wasn't wearing anything underneath the sheet. If he wanted to get anymore information out of Phoebe, at all, he needed to stay as covered as possible. "You saw this?"

"Yeah, and that's not all." She leaned against the doorframe and sighed. "The bullet went through him and into the woman's head. I don't know what happened after that. I don't even know why I'm seeing it. I mean, I saw your other brother, but that was because Leo was meant to help him. Probably because we were meant to know the truth." She shrugged. "I don't know. I just get this feeling that all three of you are supposed to live, and that woman is meant to live. There's something about the three of you that's not like the three of us, but in a way it is."

That was the most confusing part of it all. No one was quite sure what the meaning was of the Alcazar triplets coming so boldly into the lives of the Charmed Ones. It wasn't often that Phoebe got visions that weren't somehow supernatural, but more and more, she seemed to be getting visions of people in danger from mortal threats. They still had to save innocents, but in the end, Andy was able to put handcuffs on someone and send that person to jail. His unsolved cases were still more than most other San Francisco inspectors, but there were enough real collars in there to not raise the brows of Internal Affairs too far.

Everyone was convinced that there had to be a reason for it all. The sisters had checked the Book of Shadows, but there was nothing there. Piper Halliwell had stood with her hands over the pages, waiting for them to fly as they usually did when they had no clue what they were looking for. The pages didn't move. Grams or whatever other past Warren witch that had always been so useful didn't give them the answers they needed. Prue had even tried summoning their grandmother, but she couldn't tell them anything. The only thing Grams had to say was, "This is what happens when you let men into your lives." Yeah, Grams was a huge help.

"Now," Phoebe said, "it's completely possible that there's some supernatural bad guy waiting for us on the other end of this whole thing, because it felt like we were supposed to all be there, and really, there's no need for the Power of Three unless we're supposed to do something magickal. So, uh, yeah, I'm gonna go…" She jerked her thumb towards the door. "I need to call Piper at P-3, and then I've gotta get us booked on a flight to, um… Andy?"

"Huh?" He looked up at her as though it were the first time he'd seen her. His head was full of thoughts, questions, and anger that Lorenzo of all people had managed to get himself into some trouble that sounded more like Luis's speed. It was over a woman, after all. He sighed and said, "Oh, yeah. Um, Port… something. Gimme a sec." He thought for a few beats then said, "Port Charles. He's in Port Charles, New York. That's upstate, he said, so just fly us in to the nearest airport."

"Uh huh. Ya know, we're expecting full reimbursement from Lorenzo, since he's the rich one. Though, I could just have Cole shimmer us there…"

"Not a chance." Prue looked at her with stern eyes. Cole Turner was another situation altogether, and she didn't even want him to know where they were going. Unfortunately, she was pretty sure that Phoebe wouldn't let that happen. But, all the same, she didn't want to shimmer, anywhere. "Just get Piper here, and then we'll call Leo. He can orb us there."

"And for the way back?"

"Well, if we save Lorenzo's life, then he can fly us back." She smirked and Phoebe was glad to see the quick change in her demeanor. "He is the rich one, after all."

Phoebe grinned. "Ya know, as weird as it is, I knew Andy living here was a good thing. He's such a good influence on your sense of humor." She winked, then another shoe came flying towards her and she squealed on her way out of the room.

Prue flicked her wrist and the door slammed shut behind Phoebe. The second the door was closed, Andy was on his feet, running for his pants. "I told Lorenzo to stay out of trouble. And this is trouble. And this woman… who is this woman? He didn't tell me about a woman and I just talked to him last week!"

"Andy, calm down." Prue slid from the bed and sighed. She went to the closet and started pulling things out. They were orbing, so they would all just have to pick up clothes when they arrived. Unless, of course, Leo just orbed them near an airport. Just in case, she pulled out enough clothes to last a few days. "Whatever it is, we'll stop it. This won't be a repeat of Luis. I promise."

"Damn right, it won't be a repeat of Luis. Unless I strangle Lorenzo and he needs to be revived, which is a huge possibility." He stopped and sighed. "I'm sorry about this, Prue," he said softly.

"Don't apologize." She looked at him and grinned. "Next time a demon ruins my clothes, you can buy me new ones and we'll just call it even."

Andy looked at her and laughed as he shook his head. "You are an extraordinary woman, you know that?"

"Yes," she said, "I do." She walked to him and put a hand behind his head. She brought him down for a kiss, then winked and sdaid, "And don't you forget it."