The Police Station
A lone woman opened the door to her green bug and pulled out a carseat with a blue blanket that looked home knitted and a matching blue monkey that appeared to be knitted as well. She pulled back the blanket and examined the baby carefullly before brushing her lips gently across the baby's forehead and whispering to him before hefting the carseat up and grabbing her bag. The doors to the police station swung open as she approached them as if by magic. She headed purposefully toward a familiar desk at the police station.
"Ms. Matthews."
"Dectetive, how is your family?" she asked setting the carseat down on his desk as she took a moment to wipe a few stray strands of her black hair away from her forehead and a few drops of prespiration away as well.
"Shelia and the kids are good, Ms. Matthews."
"Please, Detective, call me Paige."
"The Halliwell sisters are alright...Paige?"
"Yes," she said with a smile, before putting her hands on her hips, "Although they are a little ...strange," she commented, searching for the right words to describe them.
"All people are a little strange. Word has reached me of your nuerosis as well."
"Touche," she replied, not offended. "I guess it would be more strange to be normal, wouldn't it?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"How well do you know the Halliwells?" she asked and he visable tensed.
"They are good people, Ms. Matthews, if you are thinking of investigating them, you are barking up the wrong tree. Prue Halliwell used to date my partner, Andy Trudeau."
"I think I remember reading about him in the paper. He died quite tragically, did he not? I'm sorry, I know what it's like to lose someone you care about."
"Yes, he died saving the sisters from an assissin," he told her. She nodded.
"I trust you can handle Matthew. There is some place I need to be."
"Of course, Paige. Don't be a stranger."
"Don't worry...we always end up crosses paths, do we not?" and with that she left leaving Darryll staring after her.
Darryl Morris stared after Paige Matthews for a moment, shaking his head more than a little confused. Ever since he had met Paige Matthews she had reminded him of someone; it was just now that it hit him. She reminded him of Prudence Halliwell, without the secrets. Sure, there were things in her past she didn't share with him or anyone else for that matter but who didn't have a past filled with tragedy. He always assumed the quiet aurora that sometimes surrounded her had to do with the death of her parents. She was a smart, stubborn girl with a generous heart and yet she had a closed demenor sometimes. Whenever she showed up in his office it was usually with a coffee and a smile and she always asked about Shelia and the boys. Still, if she ws snooping into the Halliwells they had to be made aware, He picked up his office phone and dialed the house on Prescott street. "Hello Prue."
"Buiseness or pleasure. Hello Darryl, what's up?"
"Do you know a woman by the name of Paige Matthews?"
"She's a recent aquainance, why?"
"She was just in here asking questions about you and your sisters. I don't know what she knows but she interested Prue. I know you girls can handle yourself. Paige is a good person, she'll make a good social worker one day."
"What do you mean will make? I thought she was already a social work, Darryl."
"Well, she will be as soon as they promote her."
"I see. Thank you, Darryl. We'll be careful."
"There's not a demon or something after her, is there? Would hate for something to happen to a girl that nice."
"We'll keep you posted as we always do."