A/N: This is a play on an old crimes investigation T.V. show, "Magnum, PI". Wow, I feel like I'm the only person updating. Well, except for RJF who just updated her better than awesome fic, "United As Three"! ;)

Prince Halliwell: I know! More Piper plots, please! And the show should have more Piper/Leo romance. Can you believe that they're not even gonna have Brian Krause in half the episodes this season? That is friggin' crazy! He's a main character, you can't boot out Leo! Ah! But anyway, I'll stray from my rant and back to my reply. Yeah, I've been trying really hard to include everyone, where I could and I just had to have some romance in there and "fun Cole" was brilliant. :( I miss Cole.

RJF: Woo, you were the second reviewer this chapter! I was so excited when I clicked the link and saw your long review. lol And yeah, I felt so bad for forgetting to tell you in the review that I left when you mentioned it. I was practically kicking myself. I hope that it was a really good B-Day. I'm tickled that you liked the scene with Pandora. I could just see her high on Andy's shoulders, grinning like mad as she watched the, "Kitties!" But I'm really, really happy that you liked the end. I couldn't think of a better way to end a ceremony than with that little witchling. (P.S. Thank you so much for checking out my MX fic!)

chyp: I know, I keep trying to find a place for her. But in the last subplot of this series (starting in chapter 34), she will have a larger role, because I'll be adding a new character into her life.

charmedsisters: Actually, I just took their encounter with Bast from the book and added it into my idea, so that they would have a history with Bast and I could make a better story with it. But I didn't get my idea from the book. And I will be writing a sequel, because people have said they wanted me to do so.

The-Cheese-Fairy: I was beginning to wonder if you were gonna review. ;) I'm really glad you liked the kids' inclusion as well as Prissy's time in the light (no pun intended). I'm so thrilled that you thought to compare Brandon/Pearl to that of the infinite perfection that is Piper/Leo! That is such a compliment:-D I can't wait to take their relationship to the next level (them actually going out on a date, I mean). I have so many ideas bubbling around in my head for that. Hmm. I must warn you though, this chapter is rough for Pearl, as she was a brat in the earlier chapters and used magic without thinking and Paige ain't gonna let her get away with that.

Every Halliwell Counts

Chapter 28: Magnum, PH

"So this Ra guy is dead?" It was Darryl Morris.

Andy nodded solemnly.

"So we've got another unsolved case to tack on to our ever growing file, huh Trudeau?"

"I'm sorry, Darryl."

"Sorry isn't good enough, Andy. Someone died this time and now her family suffers."

"At least he can't kill more, like he had intended."

"'At least," Darryl scoffed. "One dead woman is one too many."

"Don't you think I know that?" Andy heaved himself up from the metal chair outside of the restaurant that he and Darryl were eating lunch at. He whipped a small plastic bag out of his pocket and threw it down on the table.

"What is this?" The ebony skinned Inspector asked, as he snagged the plastic bundle and opened it.

"The earring and the photo of the victim, Prue wanted me to give these to you."

"Wonderful," Darryl murmured as he pocketed the evidence. "Doesn't help in trying to explain this one to the boss." The African-American's eyes shifted to his plate of salad. "Or Duvay," he added gloomily.

"Duvay's still on his kick?" Andy asked, deciding against leaving so quickly so he could hear more about one of the more recent thorns in his side.

"He's becoming very suspicious, Andy. Last night I caught him going through all our old case files."

"That-"

"You need to keep that temper down, man. He's a sneaky little weasel and I don't have a doubt in my mind that he won't take you and your family down if he got half the chance." The dark skinned man poked his fork at a smallcherry tomato as he spoke.

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"Mom! I'm going over to Brandon's!" The youngest Belland hollard as she slipped a lavender jacket with criss-crossingdark purple thread on the seems,over her arms. The whitelighter-witch placed her thumb and index finger over the cat zipper with the fake diamond eye and pulled it up to just under her neck, so the words 'Baby Phat Girlz' could be read across her chest in royal purple letters, embedded with tiny fake diamonds. Pockets were on each side of the young witch's jacket, a fake diamond both above and below the pocket and on the left side of the jacket a dark purple phat cat was outlined with deep purple thread. As she spun around, another dark purple phat cat could be seen on her lower back in the same deep purple thread, but this one was filled as the other one had not been, and it had the same fake diamond eye. Pearl ran her hand across her knee length jean skirt that had a second layered of ruffled jean at the end and she clicked her lavender hued, satin ballet flats together and admired the way amethyst and silver pin on the toe of the shoes gave them such elegance. The young witch ran a hand through her dark Halliwell hair and cupped it into a tight ponytail with her left hand, while sifting it through a fuzzy lavender ponytail holder with the right. As she reached for the door, she saw orbs enfold the lock.

"You're not going anywhere," the youngest Charmed One replied as she stalked over to her daughter and grabbed her by the lavender hood of her Baby Phat sweat jacket.

"Mom!" Pearl hissed, attempting to wriggle out of her parent's grasp.

"Oh no you don't," the Charmed One said as she forced them to orb out.

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Whitelighter orbs illuminated the pale purple walls and shining posters of Pearl's room, as Paige orbed them in. She flicked her wrist, orbing the door shut and locked, before releasing her daughter.

"What the hell!" Pearl's eyes blazed. The young witchlighter's face was rapidly growing in color, from pink to magent, and finally a cherry red. She'd cupped her fists, so her knuckles now appeared snow white.

"You can throw the biggest temper tantrum you want, but you aren't getting out of the room except for to go to school and the bathroom for the next week!" Paige had never been so angry in her life. Her daughter had defied her too many times over the last few days and now she was going to show her that she didn't control things.

"Watch me!" Pearl yelled.

Knowing the looking, Paige immediately recited a spell that had previously come up with, in case of a moment like this. As she closed her mouth, she watched as a blue glow emanated from Pearl's mouth and then her lips stuck together. "I know your moves, girly. I invented them." The porcelain witch pointed to the window. "It's been magically sealed, as has the rest of your room. If you attempt to leave to go anywhere other than the bathroom, you'll be thrown back in." She pointed to Pearl's lips. "And that spell keeps you from casting a spell, in order to break mine." Her dark eyes drifted to the cordless phone in her daughter's room. "Phone," she called, summoning the phone into her hand. "Good day, Pearlinda." With that, the whitelighter-witch vanished in a tornado of baby blue and glittering white orbs.

Pearl's eyes were dark with contempt. She hold out her hand and a ball of glowing white light began to form, pulsing with magical energy, and then she threw it maliciously at the door. But to her surprise, as the ball neared the door it redirected itself, flying to her dresser and destroying her new T.V.

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Darryl trudged through the isles in the evidence room, before stopping at a large box on the bottom row, and bending down. He slid the heavy box out and deposited the contents of the plastic bag that his long time friend and partner had given him earlier, frowning as he placed the lid back on which was marked with a large red piece of tape reading, 'Unsolved.' He shoved the box back into is place, where it was sit forever in the Cold Case files, as it would never be solved. Then he pulled back to his full height and headed for the exit.

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Meanwhile short, skinny man who could probably play Barney Fife in a remake of 'The Andy Giffith Show,' sat slouched back in a blue and black office chair on wheels. His feet, complete with official black police boots, were propped neatly atop the desk in the surveillance room. Even though the room was filled with several small black and white screens, he was staring intently at only one. That screen was watching Inspector Darryl Morris, as he left the evidence room.

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"Prue?" Andy's soft tone linger in the air a moment, as he padded into his and Prue's bedroom.

"Andy?" The telekinetic poked her head out of the closet. A white terry cloth bathroom was draped around her body and her dripping wet raven hair was pulled into a tight sopping ponytail, hanging down her back.

Andy dipped his head to his chest, as he walked over to his wife. The thick scent of lavender and vanilla body wash permeating his tender nose. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he wrapped his strong arms around her fragile frame.

A beat later, the telekinetic finally relented, and embraced him too. She laid a wet chin onto his shoulder, causing his blue dress shirt to absorb the liquid and turn a deeper shade and cling to the Inspector's dry skin. "Me too."

"So you forgive me?" Andy asked, his voice soft and full of repent.

"Yeah and you'll do the same?" Prue asked, letting her normal defenses fall and her stubbornness was gone for a brief moment.

"Already forgiven," the Inspector replied as he pulled away from his wet wife.

"So what now?" Prue asked, eyeing her husband's not clinging blue shirt.

Andy grinned mischievously. "Well we did just have a fight..."

"And one of the only perks of fight is..."

"Makeup sex," the duo said in perfect unison.

"Back to the shower?" Andy asked.

"Mmm," Prue purred as she planted a kiss on her husband's strong lips. "Whatever you say."

Andy grinned, scooping his wife into his arms and carrying her off down the hall and into the still steamy bathroom from Prue's previous shower.

Prue narrowed her eyes, sending the door flying closed and causing it to lock itself. She reached into the shower, twisting the knob on the hot water, so blasts of hot droplets came pouring down. Then she narrowed her eyes at Andy, watching as the buttons on his shirt began to pop open, seemingly by themselves.

Andy leaned into Prue, as the last button popped open, and he skillfully untied the rope around her bathrobe.

Prue slid her fingers under Andy's wet shirt, running them across his bare chest, and slowly peeled off the shirt, tossing it to the tiled bathroom floor. "What're you waiting for?" She grinned, slipping into the shower. Prue poked her hand out, beckoning him to join her.

A second later, the black belt around the Inspector's waist loosened and flew out of the loops, dropping to the floor like a block of cement. He grinned, slipping off his shoes and slipping into the shower, deciding to allow Prue to assist him with the remaining garments, and in return he'd be the one to help her with her bathrobe.

TO BE CONTINUED...