AN: Hey, everybody!! If have read anything else by me, you know that I generally write AU, PiperLeo, no magic, and I'm back with another one!! I usually get ideas and have to post them, it's not my fault!! Anyway, I think you guys will like this!

On with the story!

"Hey, Wyatt! What, they finally got you on another case?"

Leo Wyatt's shoes were almost were almost soundless as he walked the navy carpeted hallway, nearing his colleague. "Fuck you, Martinez. I just got back from Beijing a month and a half ago. I needed a break." He paused as he came to a stop in front of his coworker. "Well, they thought I did. How's the wife?"

Martinez grinned mischievously, shrugging his whit button down clad shoulders. "Lindsay's riding my ass as usual. How about you, Wyatt, you got anybody?"

Leo's smirk deepened. "Not all of us get married at 17." As he turned the corner, he could distinctly hear the words, "Fuck you, Wyatt"." Leo chuckled as he walked up to room 114, the plaque placed strategically on the taupe wall beside the door. Leo didn't bother to knock before turning the knob and entering the room to reveal two men in suits.

"Ah, Leo, come in. Please shut the door behind you."

Leo silently obliged, then sat across from them. A large sarcastic smile formed across his face. "Adams!" he said to the one who spoke, "How've you been?"

Adams pursed his lips and waited for Leo to return to his no nonsense manner. Finally, Leo's smile melted. Okay, boys, what've we got here? I'm a busy, busy man. So, a clepto, serial killer, pyro?" Leo picked up a folder and lazily flipped it open.

Adams pursed his lips again. "This isn't a joke. This killer is a psychopath and a sociopath."

Leo shut the folder with a little "whoosh". "Aren't we all?"

"Shape up, Wyatt." The other man barked.

Leo shot him a dangerous look. "How you doing, Jackson?"

Jackson glared at him. "Look at the damn file, Leo."

With an equally angry glare, Leo opened the folder as Adams started in on basic information.

"Well, the guy has been doing people in for 7 years—"

Leo looked up in surprise. "And you haven't caught him yet? Come on, Adams. We. Can. Do. Better."

Adams frowned. "Get off your high horse, Profiler. The guy is slippery." Leo began to drink in the information in front of him when he came across a picture of a woman. "It's actually very gruesome." Adams was saying.

"Wait a minute." Leo interrupted. "Who's this?" She had pretty russet locks and twinkling chocolate eyes.

"She's just about the only lead we've got. Piper. Piper Halliwell."

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Piper Halliwell raised the bottle of beer up above her head. Her hips swerved smoothly and her arms rocked from side to side as she spun slowly to the beat of the music in the leaving room.

"Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you." Piper sang lightly, joining the voice of Richard Marx.

Her older sister, Prue, walked into the doorway. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, "Not again!" Prue turned and began to walk away.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The youngest sister, Phoebe called from the couch. "If I have to sit through this you do too."

"Nobody said you had to." Prue grumbled, but took a seat beside her. After a moment of watching Piper twirl, she spoke. "Just how drunk is she?"

Phoebe scowled. "She's not drunk at all! I've been trying to get her liquored up for half an hour, just so I can turn that damn music off!"

Piper had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 5 years, Dan Gordon. Since then, she'd been tormenting her sisters with love song, after love song, after love song.

"Piper always did have a thing for love songs." Prue mused.

"Yes, yes she does." Phoebe agreed. "But now it's like, tenfold."

Prue chuckled as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" All three sisters exclaimed, Piper finally coming out of her dreamy daze. Piper was surprisingly in the lead, Phoebe behind her, and Prue bringing up the rear.

Leo waited patiently outside the Halliwell Manor for someone to come to the door. After a moment, he heard three female voices before the door was opened. Three women fell into one another, like beautiful dominos, except, luckily, they didn't fall down. The one in the front had a bottle of beer in one hand and was singing along to a Richard Marx tune. The one behind her looked annoyed. And the one behind her had icy blue eyes and was warily looking him up and down.

He smiled sardonically. "You must be the Halliwell sisters."

AN: So, what'd you think? I liked it a lot (not to toot my own horn) and I hope you did too! Drop a review!