Quick Thinking Is A Blessing

"I never wanted to be a bounty hunter. When I was younger, I really wanted to be a veterinarian. I love animals, they are just the cutest things ever. But when Mom died, we needed someone to take over the family legacy and there was no one else. Oh, a left over here. And I've been doing this gig ever since."

We were in Dek's truck driving to Bianca's old house to get all the stuff she would need. Dek was back at the store working on another protection potion that would be modified for tracking, demons and witches alike.

"A right here. And it's number 1535." Bianca was looking at me with a weird expression on her face, like I had done something spectacular and she was hero-worshipping. I gave her an odd expression, one that signified what she was looking at me for. She said, "You are just an amazing person."

I smiled sadly, remembering the past, and shook my head. We reached 1535 easily, so I backed into the driveway to make it easier to reach the trunk and opened my door to get a good look at Bianca's past. She came around the front of the car and buried her face in my shirt and said, "I need a hug."

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her and squeezed gently. I then pulled her away from me slightly and cupped her face with my hand so I could look into her beautiful misty eyes. I stroked her cheek with my finger and I felt her breathing become uneven. "Okay, you need to stop this now before I hurt you."

I just shook my head and put my arm around her shoulder as we started walking toward her front door. It was then that I noticed where we were. This was the same street I had walked down many times before. It was an all too familiar street. With familiar streetlights and houses lining up ever so perfectly. I stopped short and Bianca got a little jolt and said, "Chris, hey, what's wrong?"

I looked across the street and saw the house that I had hoped I would never see again. The house that brought so many memories with it, all of them bad. I took a small notepad out of my pocket, I always kept it there for just in case. I wrote a note down for Bianca to read.

"Go pack what you can, I'll be back to help with the heavy stuff in a minute." She read out loud. She looked up at my face and narrowed her eyes. "Chris, what the hell is going on? Tell me now or I swear I will beat it out of you."

I sighed exasperated and took the notepad out of her hand and angrily wrote down another note before practically throwing it at her.

"That's my old house. I just want to take a look around. I won't be long." She read. She looked at me pointedly. "How about this: we pack up all my stuff, then I'll take a quick peek to make sure no one's home and then we can go have a look. Make's it better for a quick getaway if necessary."

I smiled at her thought process and nodded before taking her hand and leading her up the walk to her house. While she was getting the key from the old hiding spot I put my arms around her waist from behind and kissed the side of her neck and the soft spot under her ear until she was mush in my hands.

"Chris, I love you and all, but you drive me absolutely crazy. Now stop!"

I held my hands up in surrender and indicated that she should open the door with the key she had managed to get dislodged from the windowsill. She turned around quickly and opened the door. Bianca took a deep breath before opening the door and then swung it open as she was letting the breath out. The house was clean and tidy; I'm guessing Bianca doesn't like the mess. She walked ahead of me into what I assumed was a bedroom. I followed her slowly, when I got to the door she had gone through I saw her rummaging through a dresser drawer with a suitcase on a bed. I looked around to get a better look and saw the room was very vague. I know Bianca as a passionate and fun loving person and none of that was shown in the beige walls and plaid sheets. There was nothing on the walls and no pictures on the dresser. Bianca was muttering under her breath while she reached up in her closet for another suitcase that was up on the shelf too high for her to reach.

I chuckled and walked up behind her and reached up and grabbed the handle of the notorious suitcase. Bianca glared at me and ripped the bag out of my hands. "I could have gotten that by myself." I shook my head. "Oh yeah, well, come over and help me, this is going to take a while as it is."

Two hours, three suitcases, seven boxes, and twenty-four pairs of shoes later we had finally gotten everything into the back of the truck. Or more like I had gotten everything into the truck while Bianca was cursing out everything she came in contact with. But now we were finally done. Bianca was still groaning and mumbling under her breath, so I went up to her and buried her head in my chest. She quieted down and put her arms around my back. I tilted her head up to mine and kissed her thoroughly before looking at her with a questioning look.

"I'm fine, Chris. I just really hate packing. Come on, we'll check that house for you now. I'm going to go over there first and see if anyone is home. Then I'll come back for you." She stepped away from me and left.

I moved over to the window that out looked the house and watched for any signs of her. It was about ten minutes before I started to get nervous that she got caught. I was about to just run over there and try to save her, but then I felt a hand on my back.

"There's no one there. Let's go."

I took her hand and she now took us both across the street. When I looked around we were standing in the foyer of the house I hadn't entered in over a year. It looked the same to me, the only thing I could find that was different was the pictures on the wall. The one of Wyatt and me was taken off and replaced by one of Wyatt and all our cousins. Bianca had gone over and was looking at all of the pictures.

"Who are all these people?"

I shook my head and then lowered it and started walking up the stairs. She grabbed my hand and followed me as I walked to the second floor. I stopped and looked in Wyatt's bedroom. He had a bunch of maps of the city and scrying crystals. On the wall he had a few different bulletin boards with places he had gone and hadn't found me and people and demons he had pumped for information. I laughed and took one of those erasable markers for the white boards and erased what he had written on it. Then I wrote a quick message in its place.

"'Stop trying Wy, you're only embarrassing yourself.' He's trying to find you still, isn't he?"

I nodded and put the marker back where I found it. I then took Bianca's hand and led her up the stairs to the attic. It looks as if it had been cleaned since the last time I had been up here. But then again, I wasn't allowed up here when I lived here anyway. I walked over to the Book, the legacy I should have been included in and was denied. I reached my hand out and touched the cover. It glowed when I let my hand skim it.

"What the hell is going on Chris? Why was the Book of Shadows glowing?" Bianca was standing next to me but hadn't reached out to touch it. Technically, she was evil and the Book would reject her touch.

I heard the door open from downstairs and Phoebe yell, "Piper, I'm here to look at the Book. There's a demon that attacked my house not too long ago. Piper! Okay, I'll only be here a few minutes." Then she started walking up the stairs.

Bianca grabbed my arm and said quietly, "Chris, come on, we have to leave before we're seen."

I shook my head and smirked at her. I mouthed the word revenge and took the Book with both hands and secured it under one of them. Phoebe was just getting to the open door of the attic when I took Bianca by the arm and kissed her slowly.

"Oh my God, who are you? Let go of the Book before I kill the both of you."

Bianca pulled away first and said savagely, "Shut up, you don't have the power."

Phoebe got a good look at me and put one of her hands on her throat and said, "Chris! We've been looking for you forever. And now you're home." Then she noticed what I had in my arms and said hesitantly, "Can you please put the Book down?"

I smirked at her and moved behind Bianca. I laid a kiss on her neck and put my free arm around her waist. She put her hand over mine and whispered, "Ready yet?"

I nodded just as Phoebe called out for Wyatt and Paige. They came automatically, in seconds really.

"Aunt Phoebe, what's wrong?"

She pointed in my direction, her hand shaking. I smiled viciously and gave them all a solute. And then Bianca took us both away with the Book of Shadows in my possession.

A.N.: I know it's taken a while for me to get this up, and I can honestly say I don't know when I'll get up a new one. I kinda have some writer's block, but then I got a bunch of reviews and people kept on putting this story on their favorites, so I just had to write something. But I think I kinda know where I want to go with this story now.