Chapter Ten

The door opened when Charlie and Jane walked into the room and Cassandra hushed them. Peter had come back from getting some tests done as they stood near the bed and Charlie noticed that Peter looked really tired. Peter had asked Charlie to hang several crosses around the room and on the door and Charlie sighed, looking down at his feet.

"Why are you three looking at me like I'm dead?" Peter softly growled with his eyes half opened and smiled at them.

"Well, you're the one that scared the shit out of us," Jane said then leaned over and kissed the top of Peter's head.

"Yeah, we thought you died," Charlie said as Peter sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Did the doctor tell you what happened?" Jane asked and Peter nodded.

"Yeah, he ruled out heart trouble, but he harped on the fact that I drink too much," Peter sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

"So you had a black out?" Jane asked and Peter shook his head.

"No, that's not what happened. I told the doctor that I had this dream and got up too fast. He agreed that my blood pressure went down to my feet and that's why I passed out," he said then saw the look on Jane's face and pushed the button to make the bed move until he was sitting up. Wiggling his finger at her, he watched as she sat on the edge of the bed, leaned closer and he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so sorry."

"You should be," she teased and lightly poked his chest. Sitting up, she kissed his cheek then got up and Peter looked at Charlie.

"Did the doctor say when you can get out of here?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, he said I can go home tomorrow. You go get that thing we were talking about?" Peter asked while Charlie thought for a few seconds then nodded and Peter slightly smiled. "Got a pen and paper? There's something I need you to look up."

Jane took a small notepad and a pen from her purse as she handed the pad and pen to Peter and he rolled his eyes then wrote on the piece of paper. He handed the pad and pen back to her when she looked at her watch and sighed, looking at Charlie.

"Come on, Charlie. We've got to go," she said as Charlie nodded his head and they headed for the door. She turned back to look at Peter as he smiled at her and waved. Shaking her head, Jane softly laughed as she led Charlie out of the room and the door closed behind them. Peter looked at Cassandra while she stood near the window and was looking out at the parking lot. Pulling the plastic tubing off, he moved the blankets down when he gently swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He didn't care if the lights were going faster on the heart monitor as he took hold of the metal pole and the side of the bed. He slowly stood up as his head swam around a little bit and he held onto the metal pole with both hands.

"What the hell?" the nurse asked as she came into the room and Cassandra turned around, seeing Peter standing near the bed and he smiled at her.

"I agree. What the hell are you doing?" Cassandra demanded as she walked to the bed and stood in front of him.

"I…uh…I wanted to come over there and hold you," he said as he scratched the back of his neck and looked like a little boy that had been caught doing something wrong.

"No, what you are doing is getting back in bed!" she said and gently pushed him onto the bed. The nurse helped Peter back under the blankets then examined him and Peter pouted, looking down at his chest. "Damn right you should pout! What if you collapsed again?"

"Well, I didn't," he said then looked at Cassandra and she loved how his lower lip stuck out a bit.

"Is he alright?" Cassandra asked and the nurse nodded her head, placing the stethoscope around her neck. Peter pulled his head back as the nurse tried to put the plastic tubing back up his nose and folded his arms over his chest. "Let her put it back on."

"I can breath perfectly fine. Thank you!" he said when Cassandra took his hand and he gave her a hurt puppy look. "I don't like it."

"It's just until tomorrow," Cassandra said then kissed the top of his head and he sighed, looking at the nurse with an angry look on his face.

"Fine," Peter sighed as the nurse placed the plastic tubing back on him and pushed the little plastic tubing up his nostrils. They watched the nurse leave the room when Cassandra sat on the edge of the bed and he brushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked at her when he smiled and patted the mattress. "Care to join me?"

"A little forward, aren't you?" she teased as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down and she carefully went to lie down on the bed, snuggling closer. She placed her head on his shoulder as he took her hand and placed her hand on his chest. She felt the soft rising and falling of his chest as he looked at the ceiling then pushed the button, making the bed go down until they were lying flat. He blinked his eyes a few times then looked at her and she sweetly smiled at him.

"I am sorry that I scared you," he finally said as she nodded her head and he took her hand in his and looked at her fingers. He stroked his thumb against her fingers while she looked at him and he half closed his eyes then made a deep sigh. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," she said and he slightly smiled at her.

"Are you…are you a witch?" he asked with a serious tone in his voice and she took her hand back, sitting up. "What's wrong?"

"Why did you ask me that?" she asked and he wondered if he had insulted her.

"Well, it's rare to see a female magician. Don't get me wrong! I'm all for equality, but I was wondering if you were…um…if you were a witch."

"What if I am?" she asked and he heard the anger in her voice.

"Then it would explain a few things. I mean it takes my girls hours and hours of practice to get the tricks right, but you got it like that!" he said and snapped his fingers, making her smile.

"I'm a fast learner," she said and he arched an eyebrow.

"Uh….right!" he said as she folded her arms under her breasts and he noticed that the top of her breasts were peeking out of the top of her shirt.

"Hey, eyes up here!" she said while pointing her fingers at her eyes and he softly laughed.

"Look, like I said, I don't care if you are a witch. I have a lot of Wiccan and witch friends. Just tell me this. Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" he asked in a high voice that made her snort a laugh. He grinned as she went to lie down again then she placed her head on his shoulder and he stroked her hair.

"I am a good witch. Are you a good wizard or did you train with Draco Malfoy?" she asked and his eyes went wide.

"No, I think it was Ron or Harry," he teased as she giggled and he kissed her fingers. Sighing, Peter slowly closed his eyes while she watched him drift off to sleep then looked at the heart monitor, watching the light moving up and down.

Charlie looked at his laptop when he turned the laptop on and the screen clicked on. A picture of him and Amy with her arms around his shoulders made him smile as he looked at the tiny folder icons to the left and he clicked on the one marked EDDIE. Charlie clicked on the icon when he looked at the video clips as he sighed then moved at the file icon marked WHOSE WHO/VAMPIRES. He opened the file when he saw the blood red lettering at the top of the page and the search icon. He took the piece of paper out of his pocket when he opened the piece of paper and looked at the name Peter had written on the piece of paper.

"Who the fuck is Jean-Phillipe De'Avante?" Charlie asked then typed on the keyboard and pushed the search button. He watched as the screen went blank and Charlie sat back on the chair. Jane had lit the fire in the gas powered fireplace and Charlie watched the fire.

"Charlie, dinner's ready!" Jane called from the kitchen as Charlie placed the laptop of the chair when he got up and headed for the kitchen. The screen clicked back on when the information appeared then WARNING: VIRUS DETECTED! appeared on the screen and the screen went dark.

The ping from the lift echoed in the room when the doors opened and Cassandra and Jane led Peter into the hallway. Darcy had come to see Peter to assure him that he still had a job and he was happy to see the displace cases and cabinets. He noticed that the glass had been clean as he smiled at Jane and she gently squeezed his fingers. They walked down the hallway when they came to the living room as he looked at the bar and noticed that all the bottles were gone.

"What the hell?" he asked as he walked to the bar then turned around and looked at Jane. "Where's my booze?"

"I put most of it in the panic room. The rest is in the bar refrigerator. Don't try to open it. I locked it," she said while he walked around to the other side of the bar and looked down. He then looked at the panic room door and sighed, placing his elbows on the top of the bar and placed his chin in his hands.

"Fuck," he sighed when he heard a noise and looked up to see Cross perched on the railing at the top of the stairs. He smiled when Cross flew down then landed on the bar and Peter patted the top of Cross' head. "Ok, no booze. Can I have a cigarillo?"

"No," Jane said with a shake of her head and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Then what can I have?" he asked as he walked around the other side of the bar and walked to them. He stood in front of them when Jane looked at Cassandra then smiled and they walked to him, hugging him. "Ah."