Returning to San Francisco, dejected was not the word. We had used all this time to find our sisters to end up with nothing. Grams scanned over the Book of Shadows, and in her frustration, looked like the millionth time.

"Girls, I'm so glad your back. Where's Piper?"

"She's in jail," Phoebe answered flatly.

"JAIL? How? What did she do?"

"Oh, she was caught shoplifting herbs and spices."

Grams put her hand on her side, "So…Piper."

"And to add to the fun, Piper is a teenager, and to be bail her out, we need $1,800."

"I can understand why you're upset. " Grams looked at Phoebe. "I have some money to help out, but I don't have much on hand."

"Kip and I can pay the bail, but it's going to hurt. Kip's jobs are seasonal at times, and the studio's not getting its normal customers as much. Family is family, and Piper would do the same for all of us. "

I left Phoebe, Grams, and Kyle in the attic, and I had to find Kip. Having a supernatural husband, it made it a lot easier to reason with him. Outside, Kip was repairing the fence and removing rotting boards. It seemed as the trees were painting each board and carrying to Kip.

"Honey,"

"Yeah," in between hammer hits.

"We found Piper."

"That's great, honey."

"That's the good news…"

"And the bad news?"

"She's…in jail."

He swerved around, "Jail?"

"Teenage jail…I..we have to bail her out and pay the penalty.

"Which is?"

"1,800."

"Dollars?"

"No, pecos..of course, dollars!"

The painting stopped, and trees swung in the wind. "It's a lot, but I know this is more than money, right?"

I nodded. "If this curse is true, which I think it is, it could affect me and little Piper. It's already killed twenty Halliwells."

"Then, you need to do it. We'll figure it out later." Kip smiled, and it was one of the first things I noticed about him when I met him. His smile was perfect and warm.

I kissed and let him get back to his work. I glanced at my watch. It was five—seven in Texas. We had to hurry to get Paige.

Through some navigation, Kyle orbed us to Arlington, Texas. We heard the echo of baseball field several miles away. The Blue Rags is a hole in the wall at the end of an alley. It wasn't something that a stranger could find easily; you had to find it.

The club was crowded with a variety of street types, and Kyle, Phoebe, and I had changed into some night clothes, so we could blend a bit. Phoebe's crimson dress had a slit to mid-thigh, and I had a slinky halter black dress at T length. Kyle, well, we had to do some hemming with Kip's clothes, but a shirt and tie seemed appropriate. He stood by the door and waited for us.

In the background of clinking glasses and cheap giggles, a harmonious sound floated. Smooth, slick, a muse's voice…a siren's voice, and we reached Rose-a tall, statuesque woman with onyx hair that shined with her every moment.

We bought drinks, so we could talk to the bartender. Phoebe brushed her hair back and worked her God given magic, "When is Rose done with her set?"

A slimy bartender with missing teeth took the bait, "Why? You'll do just fine."

Phoebe played with the man's tie, "Well, maybe you and I can work something out. So?"

"Eight. What are you going to do for me?"

Phoebe leaned in, "When's your break?"

"Anytime," he oozed.

"Well, at 8:15, you take you little break and I'll meet you in that corner," Phoebe pointed out a dark exit. He shook in agreement, and Phoebe released his tie.

"PHOEBE!"

"What are you doing?"

"Getting information."

"By getting in danger?"

"We'll be gone by then."

"What if her set goes longer?"

"Damn. Didn't think of that."

"We better hurry, before you have to commit to that…date of yours."

Ironically, Rose sang "Witchcraft," "That Old Black Magic," and "I Put A Spell on You." Phoebe knew Paige sang. She painted. She was a bad ass witch. At her last bar ended, we hurried through the crowd and met Rose at her dressing room that looked like a closet.

"Rose?"

A wave of hair turned around. "Yes?"

"I'm Shannen, and this is Alyssa. We need to talk to you."

"If it's about work…"

"No, it's not. It's about family."

She looked suddenly worried, "Has something happened to Aunt Jane?"

Phoebe and I weren't sure how to respond, but we had to get Rose out of there. "Yeah, she just got worse. She needs you."

Rose opened the door, grabbed her coat, and began to walk toward the entrance.

"WAIT!" Phoebe stopped her. "Is there another way out of here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We'd..I'd rather not deal with a sleazeball bartender."

"Marty…he is a sleazeball. Come." Through the backdoor, we ended up in another alley. "So, where's your car?"

"We have something different. KYLE!"

Kyle orbed in, and Rose gasped, "What the hell!"

"Just come with us," Kyle grabbed her hand and then ours. Within the orb, you could hear Rose's screams.

We landed, but it wasn't peaceful. "LET ME GO! What are you doing with me? Help! Help!"

Kyle released her. "No one's coming to help you. We're the good guys."

"Good guys? KIDNAPPING IS GOOD?"

"We didn't kidnap you. We..need you," Phoebe whispered.

"Need me for what? Where's Aunt Jane?"

Kyle reassured her. "Jane is fine. It's you we need."

"For What?"

I went by the Book and Grams who was smiling and crying at the same time. "This is a book of magic. It has a family tree of our family. We are cousins, and some evil is trying to kill us." I skimmed the pages, "You're right here. Come."

"I'm not going by you or that Book, whatever that is. I want to go home. NOW!"

"ROSE! We'll die. Our kids will die. You have to help us."

"NEVER! Get me home or I'll call the police. I'll say you're witches and you'll be burned!"

I smirked, "Seen that."

Phoebe countered, "Did THAT."

The arguing and the noise must have worried little Piper. We heard the running of heavy running shoes up the wooden flights of stairs. "MOMMY?" She gazed at all the unknown adults in the room in fear, "Is ev'rytig okay?"

"Honey, everything's fine. Why don't you go play downstairs?"

"K, Mommy." Piper skipped through the threshold and stopped suddenly. Her faces turned white, "Mommy, I don't feel so good," and passed out on the floor.

"PIPER!" I ran to her side and carried her to the couch. Her face started to blotch red markings and boils began to cover her body. "KYLE, do something." Kyle raised his hands over my daughter, and the healing power began to work, but Piper was not getting better, "ROSE, TOUCH THE DAMN BOOK, NOW!"

Without arguing, Rose inched to the Book where the prophecy had been left open. Hesitantly, she grazed her palms onto the paper and squeezed her eyes shut. The moment she touched the Book, she bounced back hitting the same spot Phoebe and I had fallen.

Kyle continued to heal as I held Piper. The boils were gone, but she was hot to the touch. Piper began to convulse in fever. "KIP!"

As Kip flew up the stairs, Kyle picked up Piper in his arms. Kyle through the door was telling Kip to wet several washcloths with cold water to bring the fever down. Phoebe watched in horror as Piper was being healed at the same time Rose touching the book and crashing against the attic wall. She jumped to Rose's side who was still shaking her head. I watch Kyle and Kip take my daughter to her room and then joined Phoebe.

Rose opened her eyes and rubbed her head, "Hey, Phoebe, Prue. That was one hell of a wake-up call." She spun her head in different directions. "Where's Piper?"

"Jail," Phoebe answered resignedly, "Long story."

Phoebe and I pulled Paige up and the only thing Paige could say was, "Piper, jail, that's a new one."