Prue tried to stay calm and outwardly she certainly appeared to be, but inwardly she worried over the phone call from the hospital that Phoebe had been hit by a car while riding her bike. It was an abrupt wake up call that they'd lost six months as sisters because of anger, unjustified anger as it turned out as Prue was now convinced her ex fiance had lied to her about Phoebe and that lie and her anger was part of why Phoebe had moved to the other side of the country to avoid her. And the first thing she, Prue, had done when Phoebe had come home was to argue about that same stupid lie of Roger's. What if she didn't have a chance to apologize?

"Excuse me," she addressed the receptionist. "I got a call about my sister, Phoebe Halliwell? A car hit her while she was riding her bike, is she alright?"

"Your name?" The receptionist asked, as she pulled up Phoebe Hallliwell's record and checked release of information.

"Pruedence Halliwell."

"You're listed on her record, she's in x-ray right now. It'll be a little while yet, the doctor needs to read the x-rays and determine any injuries. You can wait in the waiting room." She pointed to the chairs and turned to a man who'd approached the reception desk after Prue.

"Inspector Andy Trudeau." He showed the receptionist his badge. "Homicide, I'm here for a consult with Dr. Gordon on a case."

"I'll see if he's available, Inspector." The receptionist reached for her phone as Prue did a double take and realized she knew the Inspector, had known him since they'd been next door neighbors since they were toddlers and on again, off again boyfriend and girlfriend in High School.

"Andy?" He glanced in her direction and looked blank for a moment. A decade changed a teenager into an adult and the coltish beauty with braces that he'd dated had matured into a beautiful woman, but he could still see the first girl he'd ever loved smiling at him and he smiled back.

"Prue? Haven't seen you since just after graduation, you went to England and I went to Seattle."

"And now we're both back in San Francisco and it's good to see you."

"Dr. Gordon can see you now." The receptionist interrupted.

"Thank you." Andy told her. "Maybe we could get together and catch up." He suggested, liking what he was seeing in this grownup version of his High School girlfriend.

"I'm living at the Manor with Piper and Phoebe, we inherited it after Grams died."

"I'm sorry to hear she died. I both respected and was terrified of her." He ruefully admitted.

"Most people were, she was a self proclaimed battle ax and ball buster. But she was our Grams." Prue grinned. "Number's in the book, feel free to call."

"Is there a reason you're at the hospital?" He asked, concerned as he saw her move toward the chairs in the waiting room.

"Phoebe was hit by a car while riding her bike, I don't know how bad her condition is yet." Prue admitted.

"Then I'll definitely call later to make sure she's okay, I always thought of her and Piper as my sisters too."

"She'll appreciate that, since the only time she didn't see you as a big brother was when you were threatening her dates."

"Part of the big brother job description. I've got to go, but I will call." He followed the directions the receptionist gave him to find Dr. Gordon and Prue took a seat in the waiting room, glad for the momentary distraction from her worry about Phoebe, about the state of their relationship, which unfortunately, she now had plenty of time to think about as it was nearly an hour before Phoebe emerged, appearing unscathed.

"Are you alright?" She asked, as they headed out to Prue's car.

"Minor concussion, but my bike's trashed."

"What happened?"

"I saw two boys being hit by a car. Before they got hit by the car."

"What do you mean before?"

"I mean a picture show in my head, two boys, rollerblading and a car hit them. Then I saw the boys and the car and I reacted to keep them safe. I saw the future, Prue, it's one of the powers the Book of Shadows said our ancestor, Melinda Warren, practiced. According to that book we come from a long line of witches and it's our job to protect the innocent and that's what I did, I protected them "

"This is crazy, Phoebe. Magic isn't real and we're not witches." Prue objected.

"Did anything out of the ordinary happen to you today?"

"Roger stole an account I worked very hard on from me and I quit my job. I give him five more hours to came begging for help to understand the seventy disks full of information on the account that he won't be able to understand. That and I have a headache of my own." She pulled up to the hospital pharmacy door. "I might as well get some aspirin while we're here."

"You're sure nothing happened?" Phoebe questioned. "Maybe you're just repressing, you're good at that, you repress everything until it blows up."

"I do not." Prue insisted, checking for aspirin and feeling her headache getting worse.

"Big rant about Dad when I told you I wanted to try to find him."

The contents of the shelves around them shot off the shelves.

"How's your headache?"

"Better." As they stared at the mess. Oh boy.

"Maybe you should try not repressing."

"Let's get out of here, we need to talk."

"Do we ever."