It was only when I started to write this that I realised three years have past since Breakaway started. Strange. That means Dan has been in prison for three years too. Just thought I'd let you guys know, in case you hadn't realised.

Chapter 6 - Unknown Enemy

They all looked at me in confusion, except Leo. He had obviously remembered the same as me. Although he couldn't possibly know who ...

But I do. And I don't know why I never thought of it before.

My only excuse is that I never thought he was capable of it ... or smart enough, actually. Which means he wasn't the brains behind it ...

No. But I know who is.

"Ms. Wilson said he asked for her said he was her uncle and I'd said it was OK." I recounted. "She said she wasn't going to let him, but Patty seemed to know him! Don't you get it? It was someone she knew, someone she trusted."

They looked at each other, considering it, as I tried to think.

"So ... it wasn't a demon?" Prue asked. I shook my head. I knew she had thought it was demonic all along.

"No. It can't have been." Leo said. He looked at me and I knew what he was thinking. I nodded.

"Dan has a brother." I said carefully. "Technically, Patty's uncle. Patty met him a few times, but she hadn't seen him for about a year before we left. He used to bring her sweets and stuff ... she liked him ... but he and Dan were close, and ... well, he'd have probably done this for him." I said, looking at Andy.

"His brother?" Andy asked. "Michael Gordon?"

I nodded.

"Dan must have been behind it, though. Michael doesn't have the brains. But Dan would have ..."

"He - Michael - He ... visited Dan ... several times." Andy said frowning. "In the first two years. But this year he stopped. Apparently they had an argument ..."

"Or staged one." I guessed. "So no one would make the connection. Dan couldn't have done from behind bars, and he'd have known Patty wouldn't just go with a stranger. That she trusted Michael." I bit my lip. "But know one would suspect either of them, because they hadn't seen each other for so long ... what about phone calls? Did he ever make any?"

Andy and Prue looked at each other.

"What?" I asked suspiciously. "What?"

"He tried to call you a few times ..." Andy said. "Tried to call here."

"I answered once, a long time ago." Prue said. "You were pregnant with Wyatt, I didn't want to worry you." If that's her excuse it's not good enough. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"I asked who it was when I thought I recognised the voice, and he laughed and told me." She continued, trying to aviod my gaze. "Said he wanted to talk to her, to Patty."

"She told me, and I put a stop to it." Andy continued. "Made sure he couldn't call this number, no matter how many times he tried."

"Did he try again?" Leo asked. Well, at least he didn't know. Don't think I could cope with him keeping things like that from me.

"Yes. A lot, about once a month. Each time he was told he wasn't allowed to speak to you. He stopped for the last six months, and then ... he tried again, a week before Patty was taken."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to fight the headache I was getting.

"OK, can you ... do something." I said, feeling betrayed, confused, scared and exited all at once.

How could he do this to me? After all this time?

Did it even make sense? Am I sure it's him?

Where is she ... is she hurt? Is she even still ...

Was I finally going to have my baby home?

"I'll call the station. Get Dan questioned, and try to find Michael Gordon." Andy said, pulling his phone out of his pocket, and turning away as he dialled and began to talk.

"Inspector Trudeau, don't talk, listen." I heard him say. I had to smile, despite everything else I was feeling. Who'd have thought that little boy who used to dress up as a cowboy, adn run around our house crying "Bang! Bang!" would grow up with that much authority?

"We'll scry for him." Prue said, grabbing Phoebe's hand and pulling her towards the stairs.

"Just put Morris on." I heard him sigh, then mutter something that sounded like "Rookie."

"Darryl, hi, can we do a system check on Michael Gordon? He might have Patty ... M - I - C - H - A - E - L ... G - O - R - D - O - N." Andy spelt his name slowly into the phone, filling me with dread and aprehension. "Last known address?" Andy asked quickly. "Right -"

"Nice spell." I smiled to Paige.

"Thanks. I just hope we'll get her back." She said nervously. I nodded.

Andy turned back to us, hanging up the phone.

"I've got officers going over to Michael's place as we speak." Andy said. "And Morris is personally questioning Dan."

"Thanks." I said. "For ... everything."

Andy shrugged modestly. "I guess ... this is almost like family, for me." He said.

"This is family for you." Paige said, looking at him as though he'd said something incredably stupid.

"Yeah. You've always been apart of this family, Andy, and you always will be." I nodded. He blushed a little - something I hadn't seen him do since he was fifteen and Phoebe caught him and Prue kissing.

Before much else could be said, Andy's mobile began beeping, and he snatched it up.

"Trudeau." He said into it. "What? What? OK ... Yeah, talk to the neighbours ... OK ... keep me posted." He looked back up at us, his face grave.

Uh-oh. Bad news.

"He's not there." Andy said tiredly. "The place is empty. Looks like he just packed a bag and left."

"When?" Paige frowned.

"I ... I don't know. They're asking the neighbours."

I sank onto the bottom step, put my head in my hands.

"Piper, they're going to find him." Leo said to me. I looked up.

"Can you sense her?" I asked desperately. He closed his eyes.

"I ... No." He said eventually.

"Why is that?" Paige asked. "I mean, mortals can't cloak her, can they? And he can't have taken her into the underworld ..."

"She might just be too far away." Leo sighed. "I ... felt like I could almost hear her ..." He admitted. "But I can't do anything ... to help her ..."

I looked at him and realised, he was hurting too. I'd been almost pushing him away, making no effort to comfort him, like he was with me. But he was suffering as well.

"I know." I whispered. "It's not your fault." He hugged me, and I hugged him back, held him, like he was holding me.

We broke apart as Andy's phone beeped again, watched as he listened, occasionally muttering "OK" and "Right".

Finally, he hung up and looked at us.

"The neighbours say he left the day before Patty went missing. Said something about a holiday."

"What does that mean?" Leo asked. "Can you find him?"

Andy shook his head.

"It means you better hope that scrying thing of yours can find him." He said quietly.

I turned, ran up the stairs.

Bursting into the attic, I ran to the table where Prue and Phoebe were still scrying. Paige explained while I took the crystal from Prue's hand and swung it energetically.

"Come on, come on." I muttered.

"Piper … we couldn't get anything." Phoebe said.

"But I'm her mother, I should be able to find her!" I cried, throwing the crystal down. "This isn't right, we should be able to find her, to bring her home!"

"I know, I know that it's not fair." Paige said. "But some things …"

"You have no control over." Phoebe supplied.

"We are doing everything we can to find her." Prue told me. "And we will carry on until she's home."

I nodded, leaned against the table, for fear of collapsing. As I did so, Phoebe's eyes widened, and she slowly raised her arm to point …

The crystal was rising, hovering in the air ...

By the way, I haven't mentioned Michael in this or Breakaway, so you haven't heard of him.