The Party

Wyatt and Chris orbed into the bushes. "You know if you want to stay popular, you might want to think about driving instead of letting the sheep think you walk everywhere."

"What do you have against popularity?" Wyatt asked.

"They are dumb jocks."

"They will be cheerleaders there."

"Airheads," Chris added. "I prefer friends with some substance. I don't like parties. Why is it important that I'm here?"

"I don't want anyone to think my little brother is a loser."

"Look, Wy, that's nice of you but I don't get along with the jocks. And I don't care what they think? Me being here will alienate me from my own friends. You know the ones that work on the paper with me."

"Seth will be there."

"Well that's something."

"There will be girls there. Pretty girls."

"I'm not interested."

"You aren't interested in girls? What's wrong with you?"

"Look, I'm not gay, Wy. Far from it. There's only one girl I'm interested in, and the timings not right."

"Tell me who she is. Are you shy?"

"Look, Wy, it's not important right now." Chris and Wyatt walked into the party. "Hey Seth," Chris smiled clapping him on the shoulder. Seth grabbed two drinks and handed one to Chris. Wyatt had already drunk several.

Wyatt looked over at Chris and Seth, and smiled faintly. He really should have told Chris what was bothering him instead of blocking him, but he didn't want Chris to go after the heads and get himself hurt, or worse killed. It wouldn't be the first time Chris had died for him. He would protect Chris at all costs. He didn't mind having another cousin, even if he did take away his status as the oldest. Half-demon, he would never have suspected. And maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that Chris had demonic contacts. Maybe it was a good idea. The more he drank the less the heads bothered him, the more he started thinking that being friends with demons wasn't such a bad idea. Chris was mingling, that was good. He wanted to bring Chris out of his shell, and it seemed to be working until someone offered Chris drugs.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know this stuff destroys brain cells?" Chris sensed trouble, but before he could react the cops showed up.

Seth looked at Chris. "Should we get out of here?"

"No," Chris stated. "It will expose magic. We can't do that."

Wyatt had already started to orb when he heard his brother. His brother was right.

Two Hours Later

Wyatt and Seth had been released but Chris was still in the back. "I'm calling Dad," Wyatt stated as Seth went to get information.

"Seth Black, I'm family to Chris Halliwell. Why hasn't he been released?"

"Well, he was found with the drugs."

"He didn't do them. Give him a test."

"There are other pending charges. I can only explain this to his parents have a seat.

In the Interrogation Room

"What's your name son?"

"You have my ID. You have my driver's license. You've seen my birth certificate and my social. I want my father here. I am a minor, and I know that you cannot question me without my parents," he stated angrily and the table shook slightly."

"I'm just asking questions, son."

"I'm not your son. My father is Leo Wyatt. My mother is Piper Halliwell. My name is Christopher Perry Halliwell, born November 16th 2004. What is this about? The least you can do is tell me what you are charging me with. If it's drugs I'm cleaning. Look at my record; I've never even had a parking ticket!" he stated the table shaking a little more.

"Calm down, Mr. Halliwell, if that is your real name."

"Look," Chris stated taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "I understand that you are just doing your job. My uncle is a parole officer. Henry Mitchell. If you would just get him here, he would explain it all."

"You are a cocky kid. You think just because you have family on the force, you can get away with anything. Well, I'm here to tell you I won't have it!" Chris knew that this cop was on a power trip.

"And you don't know who you are messing with," Chris stated. The cop tightened his grip on the kid.

"You can't do anything to me. You know it, and I know it. Now just let me call my father."

"Captain Sheridan, Leo Wyatt here to see you."

"Who?"

"My father. I would suggest you take your hands off of me."

Leo took a look at Chris's rumpled clothes. "Wyatt called me. Why are you detaining my son?"

"He has pending charges."

"Such as?"

"Grand Theft robbery, evading arrest, escaping jail, assaulting a police officer, resisting arrest, public intoxication, underage drinking, possession of narcotics."

"Dad, I went to the party and I had a few drinks that are it. I swear it."

"Tell me Captain…."

"Sheridan."

Sheridan. When did these charges occur?"

"September 5th 2004."

"See, that's the problem, my son here wasn't even born. It's impossible for him to have committed any crimes before his birth. I want him released, and I want it to happen now."

"No. I have his fingerprints, Mr. Halliwell."

"Actually it's Wyatt.

"They match. There's no way out of this. I see that you are a very concerned parent it can't be easy to learn these things. Now, I have some questioning to do."

"Not without me you won't. My son is sixteen years old and is entitled not only to parental supervision but an attorney. And Sheridan, if you touch my son again you will be picking yourself up off the floor."

"Dad."

"I'm going to get you out of here, buddy."

"Alright, Dad." Suddenly, the door bust open.

"Hello, I'm District Attorney, Coleridge Turner, and this is my junior partner, Benjamin. We are here to represent a…" he paused and pretended to be thinking…"a Mr. Christopher Perry Halliwell. Has my client been informed of his rights?" The Captain Sheridan frowned, and nodded to the attorney's. "May I have a moment to confer with my client? I'm sure you wouldn't be denying my client his basic inalienable rights, Inspector?"

"Actually, it's Captain."

"Do you know I could have your badge for this?"

"Chris, what's going on?"

"I can't really talk here, big brother's watching," he whispered. "Sheridan is trying to charge me with crimes that were committed before I was born."

"That's ludicrous. Those charges will never stick."

"They have fingerprints…on file."

"Of course they do…for now."

"Cole, you can't get involved," Leo warned.

"Well, Chris can't rot in jail either. How is he supposed to protect-"

"Benji-"Chris stated quietly. "Enough," he stated, eyes on the camera. "Cole, can you get me released?"

"I'll be right back."

"Cole," Leo called. "Piper and I really appreciate this. How did you know?"

"Easy Chris is my sons….mentor. When he was contacted I came." Cole and Leo were both big on exposure. The difference was Cole was still half-demon and he was going to get rid of the evidence. "Come on son, I've got a mission for you."

"Benji, you should wait on me. You, me, and Wy will handle this together."