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"Are those bricks?" Craig asked pulling away from Paige and concernedly looking at the full length windows to the left of the office. Carla was standing expectantly with a pile of papers in her arms and she glanced at the window herself and nearly dropped her armful of documents.
"Oh my God!" Paige gasped as the bricks continued to build slowly up. Craig pulled his hands out of his pocket causing a roll of sticky tape fell to the floor. Craig grabbed it and rammed it back in. Paige glanced at him.
"What's that for?" She asked leaning over.
"Just for our experiments." Craig grinned innocently.
"Well, I guess Chris was right I had better be going anyway." Paige was worried, she didn't want to know what was happening until she vanquished Barbas and was at home with her sisters.
"Well it's the end of my shift could you give me a lift?" Carla said quickly, she was desperate to get out of here and check if Phoebe had answered her letter.
"Sure, come on let's go," Paige said waving her hand dismissively.
"Ok, I'll just put these down here." Carla dropped the pile of paper unceremoniously on a desk nearby. "Ok, let's go!" She smiled grabbing her purse.
"Whoa, leave me why don't you!" Craig said his arms wide open in dismay as they started towards the lifts.
Paige turned and studied him, in a stride she stood by him and pecked him the cheek,
"Don't worry I won't be far," she smiled seductively.
"Well…" Craig turned red, "At least let take you to the door as a gentleman should," he said his cheeky grin returning.
"Cool, that ok Carla." Paige asked turning to her new friend.
Carla blushed and nodded softly.
The three of them walked quickly to the lifts.
Carla punched the button to call it and one immediately opened.
"Oh my god, Chris!" Paige cried as she saw her nephew slumped against the back of the lift, there was a dent in the back wall. Paige winced if her suspicions were true she would have bet that had to hurt!
Piper was standing in the kitchen stirring the Barbas vanquishing and Phoebe sat at the island and flicked the TV on that Leo had installed by the cabinets. "I am currently standing out side of the science building christened Sine Labe where, the entire building has a brick wall surrounding it. Spectators say the bricks appeared from nowhere and built up them selves. Others say it was a prank that some builders played the night before." A dark skinned reporter stood outside of the science building wearing a green ensemble talking directly to the camera in a dry monotonous voice.
"Whoa, that's where Paige is!" Phoebe cried dropping the remote on the floor.
Piper turned and watched the reporter as she interviewed the owner of the building, "Oh yeah, wait did it always have that kind of brick work, I mean there isn't even a … oh my god!" Piper realised the brick wall was not part of the building's architecture.
"What if Paige is trapped in there?" Phoebe asked reaching from her stool to grab the remote off the floor.
"And Chris…" Piper added slowly.
"Well, call him!" Phoebe replied, it seemed easy enough, why couldn't they orb out of the building?
"CHRIS!" Piper screamed as she placed a spoon in the pot and started to stir frantically.
"Calm down!" Phoebe soothed practising breathing in using over exaggerated arm movements as she did. They waited a couple of minutes Piper started tapping her foot.
"Maybe he didn't hear you," Phoebe suggested.
"Hmm… CHRIS!!!" Piper screamed again. There was no reply.
The small group of three raced into the lift and Paige and Craig knelt beside the unconscious Chris. Paige began to nudge him gently, "Chris," She said softly.
Craig copied, Carla knelt beside them slowly, then sighed and squeezed past Craig and rose her hand and slapped Chris as hard as could across the face.
Craig and Paige stared at her in awe.
Carla shrugged, "He's dead." She said emotionlessly.
"He is not dead." Paige growled.
The lift doors slammed shut.
"Carla did you push the button?" Craig asked nervously.
"No…" Carla replied dragging out the o for innocence.
"Great where are we going then?" He asked nervously.
All the lights on the lift start to flash on and off, "Whoa, not good!" Paige said nervously as the lift began to jerk to life.
The lift started hurtling to the top floor, the roof smashed as they hit the top of the shaft, the groups hands flew over their heads as shredded metal fell onto them. The lift began to plummet to the ground floor.
"What do we do?" Carla screamed petrified.
"We don't panic!" Paige said hysterically.
Craig got to his feet, "We need to get on top of this to stop us from making impact with the floor, or hello Craig soup for lunch." Craig explained.
"What about Chris?" Paige asked.
Craig pulled the tape out of his pocket and wove it.
"Huh?" Paige said clearly confused.
Craig grabbed Chris' legs and taped them together quickly and did the same with his legs.
"Going up!" Craig quipped, climbing onto some metal and vaulting through the roof.
"Girlies pass up the dead guy!" He said reaching down. Paige took her nephew's limp body and with some help from Carla pushed him through the hole. They both vaulted up together and then the lift made contact with the floor.
"GET BACK!" Craig yelled throwing them to the wall of the shaft. The lift crumpled like paper onto the floor.
"Are we ok?" Carla whimpered removing her hand from shielding her face.
The others had a few cuts and bruises and Chris was ok. She looked at the mangled lift they were perched on, good thing they weren't in it, or Craig was right, they would have been soup.
"We are fine." Paige replied slowly stumbling to her feet.
"Good, now what?" Carla replied.
Craig just looked up and pointed to up the shaft uneasily.
"Going up?" Paige asked grimly.
Craig nodded, a look of terror on his face. He hated heights.
Darryl stood outside of the christened Sine Labe building, they had fire fighters using their equipment to try and break through the walls. So far his phone had not stopped since the place had been on the news. Piper and Phoebe had called him as soon as the reporter had finished up and were asking if he had seen Paige or Chris. Which of course he hadn't, no one was leaving that building if they were stuck in there. Unless they did that, 'orbing' thing they loved so much. They were both part Whitelighters after all, that Darryl didn't understand. Unless is was another one of the demonic supernatural cases which nearly caused the whole city to go up in flames or something. That would definitely not make his job any easier.
The demonic council looked over the current situation. The Harpy was furious, "How can he do this?" She seethed, "He will be the one exposing us!"
"He has it under control, as long as they are dead what does it matter?" The Gremlock pointed out.
"Yes, the Cleaners can erase the memory of the building being bricked over." The Head agreed solemnly.
"Yes… he did capture a Charmed one though." The Fury pointed out as the scene changed back to the lift shaft. The group were slowly making their way up the ladder.
"Yes, and the firestarter too, this will be most interesting," The Harpy lent forward.
Chris was still unconscious so Craig had volunteered to carry him taping him to his shirt, at first this seemed like a good idea but Carla was beneath him and was pushing up his legs with one hand and trying to hang on to the rungs of the ladder with the other. Progress was at a snail pace with Paige at the lead who had to keep stopping while the others caught up.
"You know what would help." Craig chirped up.
"What?" Carla panted, Craig had stopped so she was trying to keep Chris' dangling legs away from her face.
"A song." Craig replied cheerfully.
"Ok…" Paige stopped herself.
"I see England, I see France, I see Paige's underpants." Craig sang loudly.
Carla choked a laugh.
Paige looked down at him condescendingly, "Quit it!" She whined, yanking her skirt down past her knees.
"This is the last time I get stuck in a lift shaft with you guys!" She moaned jokingly.
"Are we anywhere near an exit?" Carla piped up, this was taking longer and no matter how much she liked Chris, she really couldn't hold on to his legs much longer.
"Uh… a couple more feet I think." Paige glanced up.
"Great, let's go troops." Craig said raising his fist.
Paige, liked Craig, he was gorgeous intelligent and of course single but he was sometimes extremely immature.
"Let's keep moving." Carla suggested hopefully.
They continued moving up.
"Yes we made it!" Paige said triumphantly, as she ducked into the vent.
"Hurray!" Craig undid the tape holding Chris to his chest and pushed him up while Paige dragged him into the vent by his limp arms.
They all journeyed into the vent and sat there, it was about 3 feet high and 6 feet wide.
So they were currently in a sitting position, it was also completely metallic.
"We have to wake up this guy." Carla said pointed to Chris who was slumped against the wall further into the vent.
"How?" Paige asked.
"I could slap him again?" Carla suggested innocently.
"Nope, that won't work." Craig said all too quickly.
"Fine what do you propose we do?" Carla replied.
Before Craig began to argue Chris began to twitch, "How about the old fashioned way and wait for him to wake up?" He suggested as Chris rolled over.
Chris saw a metal ceiling above him, this wasn't the lift in the lobby.
He bolted up hitting his head against the top of the vent and falling back down.
"Don't tell me he's unconscious again?" Craig groaned.
"I'm up!" Chris croaked. He slowly dragged himself to a sitting position.
"Where am I?" He asked looking around bewildered.
"An air vent, you'd be surprised to know, there isn't a lot of air in here, is it hot?" Paige began to fan herself.
"Oh, I forgot, you said you don't like confined spaces." Carla pointed out.
"Ok, so I'm slightly claustrophobic. Big deal!" She said her hand becoming frantic.
"Let's please get out of here before Paige explodes." Craig said starting to crawl along the vent.
The others followed slowly, Paige was directly behind Craig, then Chris then Clara.
Craig stopped suddenly, "What?" Paige asked irritated by the delay.
"What else were you scared of?" Craig asked shakily.
Paige remained silent, she didn't want to know she wasn't listening!
Craig turned holding up his left hand, it was covered in blood. Paige threw herself backwards knocking Chris onto Clara.
"BLOOD?" Paige shrieked hysterically.
Blood began seeping down the tunnel they were in running oozing past they hands and knees as they returned to their crawling positions. Paige felt the small walls close on her, this was horrific. Craig turned, "Back, back , back!" He cried shuffling as quickly as he could back down the vent. The others copied. Paige glanced behind her the blood was becoming deeper and she could vaguely see some shapes floating in it. She didn't want to know, she didn't want to know!
The returned to the ladders and scrambled down them.
Then a huge wave of crimson blood gushed out of the vent along with a deformed figure. Paige didn't look, she didn't want to know.
Chris gasped, "I think that's the receptionist he whispered.
I told you it would be getting scary!!!
I warned you didn't I!!! Well please don't stop reading just because of that. I swear it will get much, much, much better!!! Promise just bear with me please!!!