Thanks to my reviewers from the last chapter: -0-charmed-freak-0-, Jedi Alanna, and my new reviewer PH2W. It's good to have you and I hope you all continue to enjoy the story.

Jedi: I'm not sure about the letter yet. I don't know if I'm going to make it that easy. I know that sounds evil of me, lol, but rest assured they WILL find out one way or another. That I can promise you.

Story time

Chapter 7: Foster Witch

Darryl nervously paced the long corridor of the hospital.

After "Michael" was admitted three days ago, he made sure that hospital security was alerted to the seriousness of the situation and had someone placed on guard in front of his room. However, Darryl wasn't sure how long those measures would remain effective. He desperately needed to get in contact with one of the sisters.

"Come on, come on. Pick up the phone!"

Darryl had been trying for three days straight, unsuccessfully, to get in contact with the sisters. He had left several voicemails inferring how urgent it was for one of them to call him back right away. However, he had heard nothing from them. Darryl's hopes were raised when he heard the sound of a familiar voice.

"Thank god, Phoebe, it's Darryl," but his relief was short-lived when he realized all he had reached was another voice recording.

"Hi. You've reached Phoebe Halliwell. Sorry I can't pick up right now but leave your name and number and I promise to get back to you. Thanks," came Phoebe's recorded message. After the beep, Darryl left another message.

"Phoebe. This is Darryl. You remember me? Darryl Morris, the cop who had your back for, what was it, seven years? Look, it's urgent that you get back to me! I've left messages for you and your sisters and nobody has returned any of my calls. What I have to say isn't something I want to leave over a voice-mail. Please call back as soon as you get this. I mean it!" Then Darryl shut his cell phone feeling quite agitated and impatient.

He decided to grab some coffee and a snack and headed in the direction of the hospital vending machines.

He thought about the entire situation and what he was going to do. Darryl hadn't seen nor spoken to any of the sisters in over a year but he had a feeling that was all about to change. It was beginning to look more and more likely that he was going to be taking another cross-country trip back to his former home in good ole' sunny California.

There was just one small problem.

How am I going to convince the Holloways that it's in their best interest to make that trip with me, wondered Darryl.

X

"Doctor Gordon. Please report to the front of the nurses station," came a voice over the hospital intercom system.

Curled up in a chair, Marie sat beside her husband while he slept. She felt exhausted. She had spent the past three days here, partly because of her concern but also because she feared the apartment was unsafe to go back to.

Michael had been admitted with broken ribs and a concussion. The entire time he had been drifting in and out of consciousness. Which made it difficult for the police to retrieve an accurate account from him.

When interviewed, Marie did her best to concoct what sounded like an attempted burglary gone wrong. Captain Morris backed it up. It was a lie of course but what else was she supposed to say? The truth probably would have gotten her locked up for a stay in the psyche ward.

She still didn't understand what she had done.

Marie yawned and then stretched. She got up and made her way over to the small table where she had left her empty coffee cup from the night before. Cautiously looking around the room first, her focus then went back to the cup. She waved her hand across the air. Nothing. She tried a second time but yielded the same results. It wouldn't move. She furrowed her brows in confusion and sighed.

How had she done it before?

Michael suddenly began grumbling in his sleep so Marie turned around to make her way back to his side.

He looked so peaceful right now. She gently glided her fingers through his soft hair. There was this hidden part of her that was feeling guilty. It was like she felt responsible for what had happened to him and that it was somehow her fault. She bent down and pecked him lightly on the lips and swallowed over the growing lump in her throat.

I came really close to losing him, she acknowledged.

They had been arguing. Again. It also could have been the very last thing they ever said to each other on this earth.

Michael began to stir.

Marie pulled her chair closer to his bed and sat down. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open as he took in the sight of his wife next to him gladly taking note, for the first time, that she appeared to be alright. That had been the last thing on his mind before he had felt his consciousness slipping away inside their apartment.

"Hey. You're alright?" he mumbled with a weak smile.

She smiled back at him. "I'm fine," she reassured him.

Marie reached over to take his hand with her own while Michael looked around trying to figure out where he was.

"What happened?" he asked. "Where am I?"

He tried to raise himself up from the bed but was rewarded with an excruciating jolt through the back of his head. He flinched and brought his head back down to the pillow.

"Hey, take it easy!" Marie ordered. "You hit your head and the doctors said you have a slight concussion."

"You think?" Michael tried to joke.

"We're in the hospital," she told him. "You also have some broken ribs and they're treating you for some minor burns."

He flinched again from feeling the after effects of trying to get up too quickly. "Well, they're doing a bang up job," he gritted through clenched teeth as he held onto his side.

"What do you remember exactly?" she asked with a little trepidation.

Had he seen what she had? If so, she had no idea how she was going to explain it to him. She couldn't even explain it to herself.

"Well, I remember I was about to leave for work. And then, there was this guy. He just appeared out of nowhere. I must not have been paying attention because I don't even remember hearing the front door open or anyone coming in," he tried to explain.

Yeah, well, that's because I don't think he used the door, Marie thought to herself. Hm, maybe he didn't see me after all? But she knew for a fact that her husband's boss had seen her do what she did. He had seen it all. He saw her send the man flying through the air and then he saw the man vanish with his fire still in hand.

So then why did he cover up and not turn her in?

"Is that all?" she pressed.

A part of her was hoping that he did see it that way she wouldn't have to hide it. Then he could help her figure out what was wrong with her. But there was the other part that was relieved he didn't know because what if he viewed her as some type of freak? What if he left her because of it? She didn't think she could survive that, not after Molly. So her mind settled on keeping it a secret.

Michael observed her curiously. Perhaps it was just his instincts as a cop, but something sounded a bit off. Did she know something she wasn't saying?

"I saw him walking towards you, he grabbed you, then I thought he was going to kill me but I think I blacked out shortly after," he answered her. "Why? He didn't hurt you did he?" he asked with concern.

He watched her closely to gauge her reaction.

"No," she denied vehemently, shaking her head. "Darryl actually showed up before anything else could happen."

Marie averted her eyes. He was watching her intently as she decided to share the other revelation that was bothering her. "But, uh, before he got away, he brought up Molly."

Her gaze landed towards the floor to avoid direct eye contact.

"What?" he exclaimed in a low voice. "What do you mean he brought up Molly? Are you talking about the guy that attacked me?" He waited for an answer.

Marie simply nodded in response.

Michael turned his gaze away from his wife, thinking about it. His brow furrowed. "How is that even possible?"

Marie bolted up from the chair feeling anxious.

"I don't know. I mean, he brought her up. He implied something about me not being around to take care of her or something like that," she clarified, crossing her arms and walking over towards the window.

Michael just stared not knowing what to say. When silence ensued for too long, Marie turned back around to face him, catching his look of skepticism. Suddenly, frustration began to coarse through her.

"Don't look at me like that!" she demanded. "I'm not crazy! I know what I heard."

Andy put his hands up in the air, defending himself against her allegation. "Hey, I didn't say you were crazy."

"You didn't have to say it. I saw the look on your face!" she accused.

"Marie, calm down," Michael insisted.

Ignoring his request, she ventured on. "Believe me, I would love to calm down if I knew what the hell was going on right now. You passed out, Michael, I didn't. I know what I heard," she defended herself.

"Hey, if you were in my position, what would you think? Do you know how that sounds?" he countered back.

"I would believe you!" Marie asserted strongly, her determined gaze never breaking away from his own.

Michael sighed, giving in for arguments sake.

"Look, if you say you think he brought it up then I believe you." He paused momentarily, sighing before choosing his next words wisely. "But I just don't think you should get your hopes up for nothing. There are other possible explanations. He could have overheard us arguing before breaking in."

Marie stared at him. The last thing she wanted to do was fight with him some more especially after what they had just gone through and because of the condition he was in. The truth was that what he had just suggested was a perfectly logical conclusion. However, the difference was she saw something happen that for whatever reason he hadn't. She decided to let her defensive feelings slide.

"Maybe," she relented quietly.

She didn't say anything else. Her mind went to Darryl Morris and why he thought she was somebody named Prue. His wife had thought the same thing when they first met. Apparently, their attacker also believed the same thing. She really wanted to be able to get to the bottom of it.

X

Phoebe seated herself in the first row of the family court.

Today was Molly's placement hearing and, as her social worker, Paige was due to be in court. However, her sister was nowhere in sight. Everyone else representing the case was already present inside the court room: the judge, the state's attorney, and Molly's court-appointed child advocate. Phoebe looked at her watch again waiting anxiously.

Paige, where are you? Don't screw this up! she thought.

Within the last couple days, Phoebe had undergone an interview, background check, and a home visit from the state agency in order to be approved for a license to foster. Once all that had been approved with a little "magical" assistance from Paige, she was recommended to stand in as a foster parent for Molly. Phoebe was pulled back into the present by the sound of the door opening and closing. It was Paige. Thank god, Phoebe praised silently, closing her eyes to express the relief she felt.

Paige raced into the courtroom with the file in hand. She avoided making any eye contact with Phoebe so this would appear as formal as possible. "I apologize to the court," she announced out of breath. "Traffic!" She made her way to the front of the room to take her seat beside the other representatives for the state.

"We shall proceed," the judge announced after Paige took her proper seat.

The State's Attorney stood up to address the court.

"Thank you, your Honor. I'm Assistant Attorney General Williams for the state. This is Paige Matthews, case worker, and Rachel Winters, the child's court-appointed advocate. We would like to present this file to the court."

The bailiff transported the file over to the judge. While the judge proceeded to look over the file, the State's Attorney continued her assessment of the case.

"The minor child has been abandoned with no records of origin to show for; therefore, the state recommends that Molly be placed in a temporary foster home. Then later to be considered for a state-sanctioned adoption."

The judge listened. "Yes, please continue," he instructed.

"Therefore, your Honor, Paige Matthews has recommended placement for the child at the residence of a Ms. Phoebe Halliwell. Ms. Halliwell has passed all the requirements pursuant to California statute to obtain a state license for foster care," she finished.

The judge addressed Paige. "Ms. Matthews? Is it your recommendation, before the court, that the minor child's best interest will be met at the following residence of a Ms. Phoebe Halliwell?"

Paige stood up behind the table and straightened out her skirt. She swallowed. "Yes, your Honor," she responded.

Turning to the last representative of the case, the judge addressed the child advocate.

"And I take it there are no objections regarding the child's placement from your end, Ms. Winters?"

"No, your Honor," the child advocate replied.

"Very well. So be it. The minor child shall be given this temporary placement with Ms. Phoebe Halliwell until a more permanent placement can be found. Social Services will continue to perform its periodic home visits to evaluate the child's period of adjustment and we will reconvene for another hearing in six months. Of course, this is pending any other new information that may come to the court's attention regarding the minor child's parentage or background," the judge ordered, pounding down his gavel.

Upon hearing the judge's order, Phoebe closed her eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief. She looked over and made quick eye contact with Paige. Paige gave her a subtle thumbs up sign to let her know they had done it. Phoebe smiled and then made her exit out of the courtroom.

Mission one accomplished. Mission number two still to go.

X

Piper and Billie sat together in the conservatory section of the manor.

Wyatt sat in the middle of the floor playing with his trucks while little Chris was enjoying his time watching his brother maneuver them across the floor. He reached out for one with a smile. The bright sun was shining through the windows and the two women were intently examining the pages from the Book of Shadows.

"There's got to be something in here to help us!" exclaimed Billie, with an edge of impatience to her voice.

Abruptly, she stood up and started pacing the floor in front of Piper.

Piper sighed. "Billie, you need to calm down. We'll find something, the demons will eventually slip up. They always do," she tried to reassure her.

Billie brought her hands up in the air. "How? I mean, you, Phoebe, and Paige have been at it for the past three days and you've come up with nothing!"

It was true. The three sisters had spent the last three days during their free time trying to come up with any way they could to find something. They tried spells and scrying for locations but came up empty handed. They even tried scanning the book for every possible upper level demon that stood a chance at being recruited by the Triad. Anything to figure out who this mysterious member could possibly be but no luck.

"Billie! The Triads are powerful. It's not going to be that easy to track her down if this unknown member is the one behind taking her back the other night," Piper tried to reason. "They're just not your average come and find me group of demons."

Billie sighed. "Piper, I know. But they couldn't have just vanished in the Underworld. They have to be somewhere. How hard can it be to find a shape shifting demon? They're not that high level," she concluded.

"Yes, but maybe they're being protected and they're in a place that's sealed off from our magic," Piper suggested. "That's probably why the scrying isn't working," she added. Piper stood up and walked over to Billie. She put her hands on her shoulders to stop her from pacing and then brought them back down when Billie stopped. "Look," she continued. "I really think you should take a break. It's already been years a little bit more time isn't going to kill you. Or her. No pun intended," Piper cracked, which in turn made Billie smirk.

"Yeah," Billie muttered in mild agreement.

"Seriously," Piper persisted good-naturedly. "You want to have a clear head dealing with all this. Phoebe, Paige, and I said we would continue to sort this whole mess out and we meant it. We're not giving up on you or finding your sister."

Billie smiled back at her feeling reassured. "Thanks. And I know you guys are doing your best, especially with all that you're dealing with. It's just that it's all so frustrating. Ugh!" she exclaimed.

"Hey, even more of a reason to take a break," Piper urged. Then she made what she thought was a helpful suggestion. "Why don't you try heading over to Phoebe's. I'm sure she could use some help getting ready for Molly when she comes to stay with her."

"Oh! They're letting Phoebe take her in?" Billie asked. The information had caught her interest.

"Yeah," Piper replied. "Paige and Phoebe were at the hearing earlier this morning. Phoebe called to let me know how it all went."

"Cool," Billie exclaimed. "That will definitely make it easier on you guys to keep a closer watch on her when the demons try to attack."

"Yeah, um, so why don't you head over there?" Piper pushed again. "And then maybe later on you could show Phoebe that letter and we could help you get started on finding out if there is something to find? Of course, only if you think you're ready to go down that rabbit hole," she added as an afterthought.

Piper didn't want to push Billie into anything she wasn't ready for but she was all for finding ways to keep her mind distracted when it came to the "Christy" dilemma. She and her sisters opted out of telling Billie their theory that the real Christy had most likely been dead for awhile and that more shape shifting demons had probably taken Christy's place again in order to get to her a second time. They felt it was safer, at least for Billie's sake, because this way she wouldn't be put in a position to kill someone she thought was her sister. Again. No, Piper figured she and her sisters could handle most of the Christy situation on their own and help guide Billie's interest elsewhere.

"Yeah, I guess I can to that," Billie agreed. "But if you find anything, you let me know," she stressed.

"Will do. Now go. Go!" Piper instructed and playfully began pushing Billie in the direction of the front door.

"Okay, I'm going, I'm going!" laughed Billie.

Billie exited the front door as Piper watched. After the front door closed, Piper turned around in time to catch somebody orbing into the foyer. It was Leo accompanied by someone who appeared to be an Elder only she had never met him before. She began walking in their direction.

Wonder what this is about?

X

Paige exited the front door of the South Bay Social Services Department.

She was on her way to the South Side Children's Center to pick up Molly for the transport back to Phoebe's place. As she walked down the steps, her hands frantically searched inside her purse for the keys to her car. However, because she was distracted, she didn't notice the man she had bumped into as she kept walking.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," she exclaimed. When she looked up, she noticed who it was she had collided with. "Henry!"

"Paige, can we talk? Please?" he pleaded. "Look, I'm sick of us arguing and I really just want to talk this all through. You owe us at least that much."

Paige looked at her husband. "Uh, now is not a good time," she replied as she made her way to walk around him.

Gently, he grabbed her arm to stop her and Paige turned around.

"Paige, please?" he begged. His eyes were pleading with hers. "How much longer is this going to go on? When you're not at work, you're not at home. And recently all your time seems to be back at the manor. When is there going to be time for us again?"

She sighed and looked at her watch. "Henry, I want to talk, I do. But I'm due to pick up a child from the Center and bring her to her new foster home by five."

Henry placed his hands in his pockets and shook his head.

"Okay," he relented. "We'll talk later but will you promise me to come? I just don't want you to be mad at me anymore. The silent treatment gets kind of old, ya know?" He cracked a small smile in her direction.

Paige smiled back as she felt the tension leave her body. She reached up, wrapped her hand behind his head, and brought her lips to his for a light kiss.

"I'm not mad," she replied. "But you're right. We do need to talk. And I promise I'll make the time as soon as I get off work."

Henry thought about it for a moment before answering. "Fine. Deal!" he concluded. "But I get first dibs on the remote control tonight."

Paige smiled and rolled her eyes for his benefit. "Oh whatever. Deal," she agreed.

X

"Hey, Piper!" exclaimed Leo after he orbed into the manor with the man beside him. "Where are the boys?" he asked.

Piper made it a point to plaster on a grin as she walked towards the two men before her but not because she was amused in anyway.

"The boys are fine. They're playing near the living room," she replied through some slightly clenched teeth. "Uh, what's going on?"

She looked to the man standing beside her husband who was dressed in white robes, signaling to everyone around him that he was an Elder. The man slightly bowed his head, as a gesture of greeting, to the woman before him.

"My name is Dimitri. I am a newly appointed Elder. I have been assigned the task of helping Leo reorganize the Magic School. It is a pleasure to meet you and congratulations on the news of your baby."

"Oh. Well, thank you very much," Piper stammered out, not quite sure what to make of the newcomer. "I think. Is that all this visit is for?" she pressed as she looked to her husband for confirmation, looking and feeling unconvinced.

She never knew what to expect with these guys. Was he really being sincere or was he buttering her up for something she wasn't going to like? Lately, they tended to be the bearers of bad news and that knowledge immediately put Piper on guard.

"Well, that's where a talk between you and I comes into play," Leo laughed a bit nervously.

Piper looked to Leo, raising her eyebrows as she addressed him. "Uh oh! Should I be dreading this or hoping for some good news for a change?"

"Uh, well ..." Leo stuttered but was cut off by Piper.

"Just spit it out!" his wife declared.

"The Elders gave me my powers back so that I could run the Magic School," he announced.

Piper remained silent for a few moments as she digested this new piece of information. Leo waited for her reaction. She felt awestruck. "Wait a minute," she finally replied. "Did you just say they gave you your powers back? When?"

Leo had a guilty expression plastered across his face and he hesitated on answering her question. "Um ..."

"Leo?" she pushed.

"They actually gave them back to me a few months ago. It's the only way that I can lead the school or come and go as I please. Remember, mortals aren't allowed to be there?" he stressed to her, hoping it would lessen the blow he was about to receive from not sharing this information sooner.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed. "Three months ago? Why am I just finding out about this now? And what happened to leading a normal life so that we could have a chance at growing older together?"

Up until this point, Dimitri had remained in the background listening to the on-going discussion. He decided to interrupt and defend Leo's position. "Actually, this time around, his magical status will not effect his mortality. Much like you and your sisters, he will remain mortal and continue to age. Which means he will grow old just like you and he is capable of dying just like you. The only difference is he will maintain a magical status for the purposes of the Magic School," he explained.

Piper looked to the Elder who had so boldly interrupted her discussion with her husband. "Uh huh, right. Now would that be Elder status or Whitelighter status? Because if you think your kind is going to be dragging my husband off for a second round to wherever it is you robe men decide to mingle you've got another thing coming. Leo has a family and that's where he belongs!"

She declared this with solid determination and the woman's fiery spark did not go unnoticed by the Elder. He smiled gently as he replied.

"No, Piper. Leo has been made the exception to that rule. We have no desire to pull your husband away from you again. Leo will possess Elder-like powers; however, he will remain a mortal. His powers will allow him to head and teach at the magic school. That is all. No charges."

Piper listened to the words the Elder spoke before replying. "Yeah, well, from personal experience it's never that's all with any of you guys. Why do I have a feeling we're going to regret this?" she emphasized to Leo. She turned to leave and check on the boys as she pointed her finger back at her husband and added, "And don't think you're off the hook with me, Mister!"

Leo just looked to the Elder standing beside him and flashed him a smile. A nervous laugh accompanied the smile before Dimitri smiled back and orbed away.

X

Billie and Phoebe sat on the floor of the small spare bedroom in Phoebe's loft trying without much success to assemble a child's bed.

Billie scrunched up her nose. "Are you sure this goes here?" she asked. She was holding a plastic rod in one hand and two different sized screws in the other.

Phoebe looked up at the parts Billie was holding and proceeded to shrug her shoulders.

"You know what?" she answered back. "I'm not sure about any of it. Which is actually kind of embarrassing considering that, in my day, I was pretty good with a wrench." She threw the remaining parts to the bed set on the ground as she grunted, feeling aggravated. "Ugh!" she groaned in frustration.

Billie flashed her an understanding smile. "Well, all that demon fighting had to replace something, right?" she offered up, trying to lighten the mood.

Phoebe stood up from the floor, stretching her limbs. "I'm half tempted to throw some magic in right about now. Paige is going to be here with her soon."

"But what about personal gain?" Billie pointed out as she too got up and stretched.

"Yeah, well, screw personal gain!" Phoebe mocked. "A child's need to sleep is at stake here. I need something to drink my throat is feeling dry. Coming?" Phoebe made her way out from the small bedroom and into the kitchen as Billie followed closely behind.

"Well, there's always the couch," Billie joked.

Phoebe gave Billie one of her looks as Billie smirked back at her. When they reached the kitchen sink, she handed Billie a glass of water she filled up from the faucet. After getting her own glass of water, she made her way over to her living room to sit on the couch. Billie sat down beside her.

"Actually, there's always Coop," supplied Phoebe. "I may be bound by the personal gain rule but he isn't."

"Ah, good thinking!" Billie gave her the thumbs up sign.

Phoebe smiled. "Coop!" she shouted into the air.

In a pink shimmer created from a centered heart-shaped formation, Coop appeared before both girls. He noticed Billie immediately. "Oh, hey Billie," he greeted, before looking at Phoebe. He bent down and left a soft kiss on Phoebe's lips.

"Hey. Congratulations, by the way," added Billie, referring to the news on their recent engagement.

"Yeah, thanks," he smiled.

He knew Phoebe had broken the news without him but in the end he knew he shouldn't have expected anything different. She wasn't one to hold information in for very long, if at all. Then he looked from between Phoebe and Billie as a quizzical expression spread across his face.

"Was there something in particular you ladies needed?"

"Ah, see, look at that. We're not even married yet and he knows me so well," Phoebe joked with Billie, while earning a laugh from her and a smile from Coop.

"Do you think you can do me a huge favor?" Phoebe cheesed.

"And what would that be?" he smirked.

Billie spoke up and interjected on Phoebe's behalf.

"Well, you see, Phoebe's sort of helping out this lost little girl who's coming to live with her. Only she's magical and needs a place to sleep ..." and she was cut off by the sound of Phoebe's voice.

"Um, thanks, Billie but I think I can take it from here."

"Oops. Sorry about that," Billie apologized with an embarrassed smirk and a shrug of the shoulders.

Coop smiled at the innocent display of banter between the two.

"Yeah, do you think you can whip up Molly's bedroom in a flash," she clenched her teeth together. " I thought I could get it all done today but I was wrong," she explained, hoping to gain his sympathy.

"Yeah, and apparently she's misplaced her wrench too," Billie joked while smirking.

Phoebe gave her a playful nudge.

"Molly?" Coop asked feeling confused.

"Right, she would be the little girl coming to live with me for awhile," Phoebe revealed. "Did I not mention that to you?"

Coop smiled and shook his head no.

"Sorry." She knew she had kept it from him. "Probably should have remembered to share that little detail since you practically live here too," she added with a small laugh and some apologetic humor mixed in.

"Probably," Coop agreed although he wasn't really mad.

All of a sudden, they were interrupted by the sound of the door bell ringing. "And that would be her now!" Phoebe exclaimed. "Go! Go!"

She pushed him in the direction of the smaller bedroom. Once there, Coop sighed and then snapped his fingers. A bright light flashed from his ring and instantly the room was turned into a fully furnished and decorated child's bedroom.

Phoebe and Billie both approached the door.

Paige was waiting with the little girl by her side. When the door opened, Molly looked up into the face of the woman she had met a few days ago.

Phoebe brought herself down to the little girl's eye level with a friendly smile on her face. "Hi Molly. It's nice to see you again. You get to come and stay with me for awhile, how's that?"

The little girl looked up at Paige and then snuggled closer to Paige's side.

Phoebe noticed the reaction and offered some more reassurance. "Hey, you know what That's okay. You're still going to be able to see Paige whenever you want to," she encouraged.

Molly looked from Phoebe to Paige and Paige nodded her head in agreement.

Billie quietly stood in the background. So this was the little girl that the Triad wanted back so badly? The same Triad that took Christy? She silently wondered if there was any sort of connection there between the two kidnappings.

Phoebe introduced the child to her.

"Molly? This is Billie. She's a very special friend like me and Paige. She helps us alot with the bad people so you'll be seeing her around."

Billie leaned over towards the child. "Hi there. It's nice to meet you." She put her hand out for the little girl to take.

Molly looked at the outstretched hand. She tentatively reached out her own hand and made contact with Billie's while Billie gently shook with her. Suddenly, a strange sensation shot from Molly straight to Billie. It was a spark of energy. It felt warm.

Whoa, that was weird.

Billie, Phoebe, Paige, and Molly all made their way into the living room.

To Be Continued: Okay, phew. Lol, it felt like it took me forever to get this chapter done. Anyways, I hope you liked it and of course all feedback is welcome. Another chapter will be coming soon.