Well…now that you're all nice and confused we can get back to the main plot of the story, THE ATTACK OF THE MIND ALTERING COOKIES! Mwahhaha!

"Now I really have to get going." Chris said as he picked up the wrapped cookie and orbed out.

Reappearing in the alley near the police station he dusted himself off and walked in, "Hi," he said brightly to the desk clerk, "I'm here to see Darryl Morris."

"Why?"

"Why not?" Chris grinned cheekily and handed the man a cookie, "Have a cookie. They're chocolate chip."

The desk clerk took a bite and his eyes clouded over for a second, "So can I go see Darryl?"

"Go right ahead."

"Thank you." A satisfied smiled settled itself on Chris' features as he walked to Darryl's desk where Jenny Sheridan and Darryl Morris were both busy at work.

"Hi Jennifer."

Sheridan looked up and smiled at Chris, "Hello Chris." She said as she brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear, "What brings you here?"

"Just wanted to say hi." Darryl didn't miss colour seeping into Sheridan's cheeks, "And I needed to see Darryl in private if you can spare him."

"Of course." Sheridan smiled as Darryl rose from his seat and ushered Chris into a room.

"Chris you just can't walk into a police station when you're a wanted felon!"

Chris ran a finger along the filing cabinet, "Are you missing something Darryl?" he asked, not once looking at the man who would become his godfather, "Something important?" He hinted, his finger coming to rest at the top of the H draw, and yanked it open.

Darryl raced over and started looking for the police file on the Halliwells, "What have you done with it Chris?"

Chris jumped up and sat on the filing cabinet and looked up at Darryl through his hair, "What do you think I've done with it?" he asked darkly.

Darryl moved over to the P draw and just as he started to open it Chris kicked it shut, "Nope. Not in there." His earlier grin had resettled itself on his face.

"How, how could you do something so stupid? Just because they're not in the filing cabinet doesn't mean they're not on the computer!"

Chris hopped off the cabinet, "You people don't change your passwords in twenty-two years." He looked up at Darryl, "Did you know that?"

Darryl reached for his gun, "Oh please Darryl." Chris orbed it into the rubbish bin and replaced it with a cookie, "Have a cookie."

Darryl looked down at the cookie, "I think I'll pass."

"Please eat the cookie Darryl." Chris said with a strained smile, "I worked really hard on them and I'd really like you to try one."

Darryl hesitantly took a bite, "So," Chris drawled, "Are you and Sheila alright with watching Wyatt tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Darryl said absently, "Did I miss something?"

"Nope." Chris shrugged tracing circles on top of the filing cabinet, "You know, your new partner is kinda cute."

Darryl shrugged then Chris asked, "Is she single?"

"I don't know!" Darryl laughed, "Why don't you ask her?"

Chris grinned and opened the door, "Maybe later. I better get off, you know, planning the next demonstration."

"Tell Piper about seven okay?"

Chris nodded and stopped in front of Inspector Sheridan's desk, "Bye." He smiled wryly then walked out before she could say a word.

Jenny watched Chris stop at the door, turn and smile broadly at her then walk out the door, she looked over at her partner, "Is he single?"

Darryl laughed, "He asked the same thing about you."

"Really?" She blushed furiously.

Suddenly Chris came bristling back in, "Jennifer I was wondering if you…" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Would like to go out with me sometime?"

She nodded, "I'd love to."

"How about P3 tomorrow night, about seven?"

She smiled, "I'll see you there."

Chris nodded and walked back out into the alley he'd appeared in and orbed back to the manor.

"Hello sweetie." Phoebe said as he orbed in, "How you going?"

He gave her an airy smile, "I've got a date tomorrow night."

"Oh really?" she smirked, "With a certain cookie eating inspector I assume?"

Chris grinned and nodded, "Yup. She said yes."

"Who said yes?" Piper and Paige asked as they walked into the kitchen.

"Jenny said she'd go out with me!" Chris grinned.

"Jenny?" Piper asked, her voice rising a few octaves, "As in Jenny Sheridan?"

Chris nodded with a broad grin, "Yeah, don't get mad okay?"

Piper smiled and said, "I'm not mad honey, I just don't want you to get hurt."

"You worry too much, you know that?"