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Halliwells on the Hit List

"All right, I can meet with the Curson Foundation at noon but then we'll have to move my one o'clock lunch regarding the Lowe estate. That will affect my two thirty slide presentation and my four thirty meeting with the new printers. Have you confirmed Mrs. Swanson yet?" Prue asked down the phone.

"The last Tae Bo class is at seven." Phoebe said, looking up from her breakfast.

"Okay, I can meet the printers at their office, walk to the Royal Hotel for my five thirty with Mrs Sawnson." She said down the phone before speaking to Phoebe, holding the phone away from me as she talked. "I just have enough time to make it to kick boxing class." She told her younger sister before placing the phone back over her ear. "Her plane doesn't arrive untill six?"
Phoebe sighed. "So much for Tae Bo." She muttered as Prue's cell started to ring.

"I'll get it for you." Bella said, walking into the room and Prue sent her and thankfull look.

"Thanks, it's probably Jack."

"You don't have time for Jack. Literally!" Phoebe said.

"Prue Halliwell's phone." Bella said down the cell before turning to Prue. "It's Mr Caldwell's office."

Prue frowned. "It's the new VP. Monique, why is Mr Caldwell calling me at home?...What emergency staff meeting?...When this morning?..."
"Nine Thirty." Bella answered. "Be there or be fired."
"I'm on my way." Prue sighed.

"Bye." Bella said as both of them hung up.

"I am very tired and now I need a nap." Phoebe said suddenly.

"Yeah, well I need another me. I don't even have time to have fun anymore." Prue grumbled as Piper walked into the room.

"Oh, look who it is." Phoebe said as the three of them turned towards her.

"Morning." Piper said, not looking at her sisters.

"Hi, do you recognise this person?" Phoebe asked Bella and Prue.

"Yeah, she looks vaguely familiar. Kind of like a sister we used to have. What was her name? Pi...p..." Bella trailed of teasingly and Piper rolled her eyes.

"Pippy?" Phoebe suggested.

"Pipper?" Prue suggested.

"Whatever happened to her?"

"I don't know. She fell in lust with the next door neighbour and started spending all of her time there."

"That's because she could." Piper told them smirking. "For the first time in months, her life was calm and normal. I don't even care that it's Friday-"
"Don't say it!" Bella said.

"The 13th." Piper said smugly. "See? I said it and nothing happened!"
Suddenly, someone started shooting into the house and the sisters screamed. They ran into the living room while the bullets following them but not actually hitting them. Bella, Phoebe and Prue hid behind the sofa while Piper was on the other side of the room, hiding behind a cupboard.

"I told you not to say it!" Bella yelled over to her and Piper rolled her eyes.

"Oh, so this is my fault?"
"Run!" Prue yelled, wanting her to run over to them and Piper's eyes widened.

"No!"
"Get your butt over here!" Phoebe ordered and Piper took a deep breath before running over to them, pausing once to freeze the bullets that were heading straight for her.

"Oh, like I need this today." Prue muttered just before the person stopped shooting.

"Since when do demons use bullets?" Phoebe asked quietly.

"Maybe it's not a demon." Piper said.

"Who else would like to kill us?" Bella asked.

"Well, you know, you were a little sharp with the mailman yesterday, we all know how testy they can be." Phoebe said and the sisters smiled, the smiles quickly faded when the door handle to the front door started to rattle.

"Freeze."
"Kick."
"Send flying."
"Shield."
"Okay."
The sister all held their breaths, watching the front door nervously untill Prue saw something out of the corner of her eyes and turned quickly.

A woman with red hair ran out of the kitchen and shot at them. Prue quickly sent the bullets back, making the woman fly backwards when they hit her.

The sisters quickly got up and ran towards the woman lying on the floor and their hearts dropped.

"Oh my god, she's not a demon."
...

"Multiple aliases." Prue said, pulling the fake ID's out of the womans bag.

"Foreign currency." Phoebe said as she searched through the bag aswell.

Piper raised an eyesbrow when she saw something. "Throwing stars?"
Bella winds up a lipstick and a blade pops out. "Not exactly avon calling."
Piper picked up a set of keys. "Sutro Heights Apartments. That's kinda scary. She didn't live too far from here."

Bella sighed. "What's even scarier is that we've never been attacked by a mortal before."
"Yeah, I've never killed a mortal before either." Prue muttered but her sisters still heard her.

"Prue, you had no choice."
"Doesn't make it any easier."
"Does it make it easier if the mortal was a hit woman?" Piper asked, holding out a black book.

Prue frowned when she looked at the first page. "A list of names. So?"
"Yeah, look closer. We're on it. Or atleast one of us is. 'P. Halliwell' and other than and 'M. Steadwell' we're the only other names not crossed off."

"A hit woman. Someone must've hired her." Prue said, flipping through a few pages and sighing when she came to a stop. "Someone who knew we have powers. Look."

Bella took the book. "Prue: Telekinesis, Piper: Power to freeze, Bella: Shield, Phoebe:...Negligable."

Phoebe frowned. "What? Negligable?" Phoebe asked quietly, taking the book out of Bella's hands.

"Well, that explains why she drove us to the door and attacked us from behind." Bella said.

"So, why would a demon hire a mortal to kill us? It doesn't make any sense." Prue sighed.

"I just wish we knew about that part of the equation before we called-" Piper started but was cut off by knocking. The sisters turned around to see Darryl walking into the manor.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Darryl, hi, thanks for coming." Prue said softly.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I actually want to be here. Depends on whether or not you actually tell me the truth this time." Darryl said with a sigh once he stopped in front of them.

"Someone tried to kill us." Phoebe said simply and Darryl froze.

"Did you see who it was?"
"She's in there." Prue told him, nodding towards the kitchen.

Darryl frowned. "She?" he asked before warily walking over to the dead body.

"We were just standing talking and she started shooting up the place." Bella said when he walked back into the dinning room looking puzzled.

"We think she's a hit woman." Piper said. "We're on her list."
"Which is why you're standing here alive and she's in there, riddled with bullets." He said blankly and the sisters sighed.

"Darryl, it was self defense." Prue said firmly. "You can check the gun if you don't believe us. The only fingerprints you are going to find on it, are hers."

"Begs the same question, how come she's got the bullets in her body if you didn't fire the gun?"

"Do you really want to know Darryl?" Phoebe asked nervously.

"Tell me." He insisted and the sisters shared a glance before turning towards Darryl.

"We're witches. We...we have powers."

"And we think there's a...how do I put this?..." Piper trailled off unsure.

"There's a demon behind this." Bella said simply, shrugging when her sisters shot her looks. "What? It's probably easier if we just tell him rather than drag it out."
Prue rolled her eyes at Bella. "The only way for us to find out who it is, is if you can keep all of this quiet for as long as possible."

Darryl took a few deep breaths while the sisters watched him carefull, getting ready to catch him if he fainted. "Let me see that book." Darryl whispered, holding his hand out for it.

Phoebe handed the book over. "There are nine names that are crossed out. Besides us there are only one name that isn't crossed out."
"Plastique, 10am." Darryl read from the book. "Plastic explosives. For all we know she's probably got some place already rigged to blow."

"Maybe it's some place M. Steadwell is supposed to be at at ten." Piper suggested.

Phoebe looked at her watch. "Okay, it's after nine already."
"I'll check the DMV, see if I can get an address." Darryl said.

"Me and Pheebs will go with you." Bella said and Darryl nodded slowly.

"Prue and I will go to her apartment and see if we can find anything there." Piper said, holding up the keys.

"After we make a quick stop at Bucklands." Prue added and Piper frowned.

"Are you kidding?"
Prue shrugged. "I can't loose my job."
"What do we do with the...?" Phoebe trailed off, looking over at the kitchen doorway.

Darryl let out a sigh. "I can call in a favour and put the body on ice but it's not going to buy you much time. One day, max."

...

Mr Caldwell was talking when Prue snuck in. "As the new regional V.P. of Bucklands auction houses, I'll be implementing a new course of action. The problem is I don't know any of you well enough to know who's worth keeping and who's not."
"You're late, partner." Jack whispered when Prue sat next to him.

"We're not partners!" Prue whispered back.

"Do you want to bet?"
"You. Dark hair." Mr Caldwell said, looking straight at Prue. Prue sighed, looking behind her hoping to see someone else before reluctantly turning back to her new boss when she saw no one but Piper pacing impatiently at the door. "Yeah, the one who tried to sneak in late. What's your name?"
"My name? Prue...Prue Halliwell."

"Yeah, right, okay, you will be partnered with Sheridan there. Every employee in this room and their partner, has untill tomorrow night to scour through the obits. Do whatever you have to do to raise $100,000 of auction material." Prue raised her hand. "Yes."
"By tomorrow?"
Mr Caldwell sneered. "If you want to keep your job. Welcome to the new Bucklands." He said before leaving.

"Whoa. I guess we better clear the decks, huh? You know, Prue, we might even have to work over dinner." Jack said after a while and Prue looked over at her sister.

"Dinner? No."
"Come on, we're in this together, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but-" Prue gasped as everything went black.

Piper almost had a heart attack when Prue appeared next to her. "Prue?" she asked, looking back into the room and her eyes widened when she saw another Prue sitting next to Jack, her eyes closed.

Suddenly, the Prue next to Piper disappeared and the Prue next to Jack opened her eyes.

"Prue, have you even heard a word I've said?" Jack asked frowning and Prue took a deep breath.

"No, I'm feeling a little...weird. I'll be...uh...ohhhh." Prue said quietly before walking over to Piper, leaving a confused Jack behind her.

"What the hell just happened?" Piper asked as soon as she was next to her.

"I don't know." Prue said honestly. "I think it was some sort of astral projection."
"How did you do it?"
"I don't know. I just felt this desperate need for there to be two of me and all of a sudden there was."

"Do you think this is part of your powers growing?"

"Maybe. I mean, if I can move things with my mind, why not my body?"
"Well, lets just get out of here before it happens again."

...

"Hey, you know, you can ask me anything you want about being a witch." Phoebe told Darryl as he drove towards M. Steadwell's place.

"No, thanks." Was all Darryl said.

Phoebe went silent before smiling excitedly. "It's actually really cool. We have this book. It's called the book of shadows-"
"Too much information Phoebe!" Darryl snapped while Bella watched on from the back.

"No, but it's-"
"Nothing I want to know about. I'm serious. I don't want anything."
"Come on, you don't want to know if we can fly or something like that?" Phoebe laughed and Bella smirked, knowing how much Phoebe wished she could fly.

"I don't even wanna know if you own a damn broom, a skillet, a cauldron, a dust buster, I don't give a damn!" He snapped before speeding round the corner, making both of the sisters scream.

"I stare down death everyday, but I'm trained to handle it and that's in this world. I don't know if I want to be dragged into another one."
Bella looked at him sadly. "I think it's too late, Darryl. But we won't let anything happen to you, promise."

"Are you sure this is the right address?" Phoebe asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Better hope so. It's the only M. Steadwell registered." Darryl sighed. "Damn, it's almost ten o'clock."
"Is that her?" Bella asked, pointing to a women standing outside a shop.

They pulled up outside the shop and Darryl ran out just as M. Steadwell put her key in the lock.

"Don't!" Darryl yelled, rushing over to her and pushing her to the floor just before the shop blew up.

"Darryl? Oh my god, is everyone okay?" Phoebe asked as she and Bella ran over to them.

Darryl groaned. "Yeah. You okay Miss Steadwell?"
Darryl turned to look at M. Steadwell, expecting her to be freaked out. He got a surprise when he saw her laughing.

"It worked! I can't believe it! I cast a protection spell and it actually worked! My first spell!" M. Steadwell cheered.

Darryl turned to the sisters. "Don't tell me she's a witch too!"

...

"Look at this place." Prue said smiling as she and Piper looked around the hit woman's apartment. "Lalique fixtures, silk-woven rugs...I could get used to living here in a hurry!"
"Yeah, you just have to know who to kill." Piper said dryly. "I'm going to check the kitchen."
"Alright, I'll go to the bedroom." Prue said, heading straight for the room, her eyes widening when she saw all the fur and leather.

Piper smirked when she walked into the bedroom to see Prue wearing a leather dress with a long coat, twirling in front of a mirror. "She must not have lived here long, all the mail is marked resident. Were you twirling?"

Prue blushed slightly. "No, but opportunity knocked and I did answer. Check out this wardrobe!"
"Um...Prue, honey, focus."
"I can't. It's not just the clothes. Wigs, make-up kits, prosthetic enhancements."

Piper sighed. "I wonder if anybody knew what she really looked like."

Prue scoffed. "I doubt it."
"If it weren't for the roses, we wouldn't even know what to call her." Piper said and Prue frowned.

"What roses?"
"They're in the livingroom. Addressed to Ms. Hellfire." Piper told her and Prue smiled widely, heading into the livingroom while Piper stayed behind.

Prue's smile got even wider when she saw the red roses before she read the card.

"Until we meet at last. Bane." Prue read outloud with a smile.

"Don't move! Don't even flinch or your dead!" A mans voice said from behind her and she froze. "That's it, now turn around slowly." Prue did as she was told and saw three men holding guns. "Watch her hands, she can kill you with them in a second. Ms Hellfire, I presume."

"You Bane?" She asked, playing along.

"I'm his right-hand man, DJ. Bane is very un-happy with you. He'd like to see you. He'd like to see you now." DJ said before the three of the froze.

"Okay, sorry to disappoint you boys." Piper said, walking into the room. "Let's go, get out of here, come on."
Prue hesitated. "Um...you know, they think I'm Hellfire."
"So?"
"So maybe I should go with them. I mean, maybe the best way to find out who hired her is to pretend to be her."

Piper frowned at her sister. "Okay, that's very funny, let's go."
"Piper, I'm serious. I mean, you said yourself, nobody knows what she looks like, certainly not this Bane guy."
"Prue, somebody might know what she looks like."

"Yeah, but I can protect myself. I mean, I have something that they don't have. Something that guns can't even compete with." Prue said smugly and Piper rolled her eyes.

"Today may not be the best day to boast about your powers."
"Okay, look, if this hit woman was hired by a demon, then it's only a matter of time before he finds out that P. Halliwell is still alive and send someone else. So we have to do something. I mean, if you've got any better ideas then I'm certainly game." Prue told her.

Piper sighed in defeat before shrugging. "I know, and unfortunately, I don't."

"Okay, so unfreeze them." Prue insisted, getting back into position.

Piper shook her head. "Is it just me or are you a little too eager to play this role?"

Prue smirked. "It's a good role to play."
"True, if you wanna get youself-"
"I'll be fine." Prue said quickly and Piper sighed before going into the other room, quickly unfreezing them.

"Are you going to make this easy or not?" DJ asked impatiently.

"Put that thing away, you'll hurt youself." Prue said calmly before they lead her away.

R&R