A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews!

Anouki90: It is sad! I'm so mean to my characters... Lol.

CharmedOpal: Hmmmm. Yes, Darryl.

lizardmomma: Maybe! Maybe not!

RandyOrtonxWifexx: Sure about that? Haha.

Keep in mind, all of you who say "Yay! Darryl!" that the Darryl in my fic is ignorant of magic and never got close to the sisters. Remember: Darryl only learned about the Charmed Ones because Andy died, and he stepped up to try and protect the sisters. But in my fic, Andy didn't die so Darryl was kept in the dark. So he's one of the good guys but he knows nothing about magic... Dun dun dun!

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"Uhm..." Katelyn said, trying to stall or come up with a reason to get Detective Morris to leave.

"Look, either you let me talk to her or I'll have you arrested for obstruction of justice." Darryl crossed his arms. "So?"

Katelyn let out a nervous laugh. "Of course... Uhm, come in." She closed the door behind him and motioned him into the living room. "I'll go get her... Just, wait here." She ran upstairs, panting by the time she reached Corrine's room.

"Kat, what is it?" Corrine asked, picking up on her cousin's panic immediately. She and Melinda stood, crossing the room in seconds.

"There's a detective here... He wants to talk to you," Katelyn told Corrine nervously. "Something about you calling the station about your dad..."

Corrine paled. "We can't have a cop in the Manor right now! This is insane!" She chewed her lip.

"Okay..." Melinda said quickly. "Kat and I will go up to the attic and lock the door. We'll try to figure something out. You go talk to the detective, try to keep it vague and get him gone."

Corrine nodded. She made her way downstairs, going over and over in her head the things she could possibly say. She jerked to a halt in the doorway to the living room. When the detective turned to face her, she immediately recognized him as Andy's partner. Some of her tension eased, though she still remained cautious.

"Detective," Corrine said by way of greeting.

Darryl nodded at her. "I know it's been a few months, but I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Corrine motioned for him to sit in the armchair, and she took a seat across from him on the couch. "My cousin said you needed to speak with me regarding my... I mean, Andy."

Darryl frowned, but didn't question why she referred to her father by his name. "You called the station looking for him."

Corrine nodded. "Mhm."

"Why?" Darryl questioned.

"Why?" Corrine snapped. "He's my father. I have a right to speak to him."

"I apologize, I didn't mean to insinuate you couldn't," Darryl replied smoothly. "I was just wondering why you waited this long to contact him."

Corrine cocked her head. "I'd like to know why you need to know this, first. And then maybe I'll answer your questions."

Darryl scowled. "Andy went M.I.A soon after Prue's funeral. One day, he just stopped showing up at work. He won't answer his cell phone, there's no sign of him at home, and there is no activity from his bank accounts. He just disappeared. I'm looking for him, and you suddenly asking for him sparked my interest."

"Why?" Corrine demanded. "Why do you want to find him? Is he in some kind of trouble?"

"He's my partner," Darryl said firmly. "I'd like to know he's okay."

Corrine frowned. She wondered if grief had driven Andy away, or if he was in some kind of trouble. Maybe he was in hiding? Or what if demons... No. She shook the thought away.

"I just want to see my father," Corrine finally replied. "Has nothing to do with anything. I lost my mother, and now I want my father. Okay?"

Darryl narrowed his eyes in suspicion. There was something in Corrine's eyes, something that told him she wasn't telling him everything.

"Where are Piper and Phoebe?" he finally asked. He didn't know about Paige, since he had never been close to the Halliwell's, so he didn't know to ask for her.

"Out," Corrine replied tersely. She licked her dry lips, trying to force back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Look..." Darryl said slowly. "If you're in some kind of trouble..."

Corrine opened her mouth to tell him off, shutting it quickly. If only she could confide in him... He was a cop. He was one of the good guys. But she couldn't expose magic; she couldn't admit she had three dead bodies up in the attic. He'd never believe her and he'd arrest them all. Or worse.

"Look, Detective, I've got younger cousins who need me right now. When no one is home, I'm in charge. So unless you have more questions, I'm going to have to ask you to kindly leave." To emphasize her point, Corrine stood and began walking in the direction of the door.

Darryl frowned but followed. Corrine held the door open, ready to slam it in his face.

"If you hear from Andy... Or, if you need help..." Darryl held his card out to her. "Call me."

Corrine pocketed his card, but said nothing. The second Darryl was out the door, the closed and locked it. She leaned against the wall for a minute, catching her breath. She finally let some tears fall, but quickly brushed them away when she heard footsteps approaching.

"Everything okay?" Rebecca asked.

Corrine nodded, turning to Rebecca with a forced smile. "Yeah. Fine."

"Kat and Mel sent me down," Rebecca said. Though she didn't believe Corrine, she didn't push. "They have an idea."

Corrine nodded and followed Rebecca to the attic.

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"Hey, how did it go?" Melinda asked, as Corrine and Rebecca walked into the attic. She stood at the Book of Shadows, while Katelyn set out a circle of candles and began to light them.

"Fine," Corrine replied vaguely. "What's up? Rebecca said you had an idea."

"Yep," Katelyn said, lighting the last candle. "We found the spell to summon a spirit. We're going to focus on the Halliwell line in general, with a focus on recently deceased matriarchs, with the idea that we'll be able to summon our mothers. We're hoping if it's general enough, the Elders might not sense it in time to intercept the call."

Corrine nodded, as she and Rebecca joined Katelyn and Melinda at the Book of Shadows. Together, they chanted.

"Here these words, Here my cry.

Spirit from the other side.

Come to me, I summon thee.

Cross now the great divide."

The cousins waited, fingers crossed. At first, nothing happened. After a few minutes, though, yellow lights filled the circle.

When the lights cleared, the transparent figure of Penny Halliwell stood, in the circle of candles.

"Blessed me, darlings," she said, smiling sadly.

"Uh.. Who's she?" Rebecca whispered.

"I may be dead, dear, but my hearing is just fine," Grams said pointedly, quirking a brow at Rebecca.

Rebecca blushed.

"It's... Grams," Corrine replied, blinking in confusion. "She's our great-grandmother."

"Oh," Grams said, waving a hand. "You make me sound so old. Just call me Grams."

Katelyn sighed. "Not that we aren't happy to see you, but we were hoping to reach our mothers."

"I know," Grams replied gravely. "But you can't see them. You know that."

"We're drowning here, Grams," Melinda pleaded. "Our mothers are gone. The Elders took away Leo, and Andy is missing. And we have three dead bodies and no legal guardian. Not to mention we're untrained and un-prepared for the demon attacks that I'm sure will be right around the corner."

Grams frowned at them all, looking like she wanted to say something. When she spoke, she said, "I know you girls are feeling scared and alone. But you are never alone; we're always looking out for you. And you have each other – you have the Power of Four."

"But we don't know how to be the Power of Four," Rebecca argued. "This wasn't supposed to happen! We weren't supposed to lose our mothers like this."

"Everything happens for a reason," Grams said firmly. "Your Destiny awaits you."

"What does that mean?" Melinda demanded. "How can we possibly do this alone?"

Grams shook her head. "I can't say anymore. Believe in yourselves, girls. I must go now." Golden lights once again surrounded her.

"Wait, no!" Katelyn pleaded. "Grams!"

But she was gone.

And once again, they were alone.