I dont really write fast due to all my classes and the huge 27385736541013610 hours of homework they give us so forgive me. But here is the third chapter of "The Protectors"

Disclaimer: Still not mine, and I still wish

September 25th, 2005

Andrea sat in the coffee shop reading the paper in her hand and sipping her coffee. She turned the page a found something that immediately caught her eyes.

"Halliwells Die in a Terrible Accident"

After scouting underground for the last year and a half she realized that after researching Zankou that he finally made his move to attack. She set down her paper and looked outside. She had grown to look more like Prue and Andy everyday and tried to hide herself under her cap and sunglasses. She heard a ringing in her head and knew a new witch was surfacing some where but first she had to make a stop.

People walked in and out of the Halliwell home, all of them looking saddened by what had happened. Inside Victor stood silently looking around knowing that his daughters were among them in disguises. He didn't know who was who but there were many people there, all giving their condolences, and placing white roses down in front of each sisters' urns.

Andrea walked into the home, very having been there before; she looked around curiously sensing the sisters. She had changed from her casual clothes to something more formal. She took off her sunglasses and signed the entry book. She looked around to see Victor standing near the staircase seeing his calm face.

After she finished she moved around to Phoebe's urn first seeing how it was nearest. She clasped her hands together in front of her and stood next to a dirty blonde haired man who was a couple inches taller than her. Great, if they are faking their own deaths they are doing a hell of a good job, she thought. After a few moment she softly said, "I'll miss you and until we meet again." She looked around and found where they left the white roses and took one and placed it in front of Phoebe's picture.

She grabbed another white rose and moved to Piper's urn.

Victor continued to look around and saw Andrea walk towards Piper's urn. Thinking that his eyes were playing tricks he stayed put as a dark haired woman walked towards him.

"Pretty good turn out, huh?" she asked.

"Phoebe?" Victor asked confused to which of his daughters it was.

"No dad, I'm Piper," she said as a matter of fact as another dark haired woman walked towards them. "That's Phoebe."

"I can't believe there are so many leprechauns are at my urn," she whispered quickly.

"Well they have always had the hots for ya," Piper commented smartly.

They continued their conversation as Andrea looked around and spotted them. Well there are two of them, she noted to herself. She noticed how the three had looked around to an area with subtlety. She followed their eyes to a balding, older man in a black suit that moved his jacket to stick his hands in his pockets and revealed a badge. The fed.

She set down the rose and began to move again. She was on her way to Paige's urn when the crowd at the door softly gasped after a woman who said, "Excuse me."

Andrea moved out of the conservatory and into the parlor to see what the fuss was about. It was Janice Dickenson standing there at Paige's urn showing her remorse.

"Oh Paige," Janice said dramatically. "You were the best friend I ever had! What am I going to do without you?"

Andrea held back her laugh as she heard people saying, "She knew Paige?" and "I am impressed." She crossed her arms and stood silently. 10 bucks that's Paige. The two women who stood next to Victor moved past Andrea saying, "Excuse me," towards 'Janice'.

"Can we talk to you?" Piper asked as her and Phoebe held onto her arms.

"In private?" Phoebe continued on as they pulled 'Janice' into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?!" Janice asked as Phoebe and Piper continued to pull her into the kitchen away from sight.

After a few moments the crowd broke up and went back to each of the sisters' urns. Andrea continued to look around to see a man walk into the kitchen after the three women. She figured it'd be Leo and turned around to see a crying Elise talking to Victor. She was about to move when she heard a loud jingle course through her head. She cringed at the sound never hearing it so loud. Must have my wires crossed with someone else's charge. She looked towards Victor again and saw an African man stand in front of him speaking with remorse. She moved closer to hear what he was saying after feeling a very bad vibe from him.

"You must be devastated, Mr. Bennett," the man said solemnly as he could sound.

"Yeah," Victor responded.

"Especially considering how it happened," the man went on. "Was there ever an official cause of death?"

"Excuse me?"

The man paused for a moment and said, "Forgive me for prying. It's just the news always made it sound so mysterious. And with no remains…"

"I'm sorry I didn't get your name," Victor cut off.

"Haas. Paul Haas," he answered.

"And you knew my daughters how?"

"By reputation. Tell me, did they ever find your son-in-law by any chance? Leo?" Paul continued.

"No, they think he died in the accident as well," Victor irritated lied.

"And now you have to raise those boys all by yourself…in this huge house," Paul pressed. "If you ever find the need to sell it though, let me know. I'd be glad to help." With that he handed Victor his card.

Victor took it and gave a look of disgust. "Get out."

"Again my condolences," Paul said leaving.

Andrea watched the man go, she wanted to follow him but she was spotted by Victor.

Her eyes widened and she wanted to turn around and walk away but that wasn't and option since she would being walking into the house even further. Instead she turned away and walked towards Piper's urn and put her head down.

"Wait," Victor said pulling on her arm, stopping her. He turned her around her and looked her in the eye.

Sorry to leave it at that but it's going to be a long while until they find out about Andrea.