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Youngest Halliwell
Holiday Firsts Part 6
Sun Apr 1, 2007 21:44
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This is me posting for Youngest Halliwell.


Holiday Firsts - Part 6
Mon Nov 29, 2004 10:04pm
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Okay, I know it looks suspicious, but I swear I saw the promo for this week's CSI: NY after the idea. I didn't rip em off, promise.

Again, glad for all the feedback, and glad you guys are enjoying it.

As always - Enjoy!!!

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Holiday Firsts – Part 6


Monday, November 29, 2004 – 10:04pm, San Francisco

“So, what was she like?” Piper watched Prue getting her camera equipment ready for the next day.
“Quiet. She only said as much as was necessary for conversation – all short, monosyllabic answers. But that may be because she’s pretty mad at the moment.”
“She’s not the only one,” Phoebe said sarcastically.
“No she’s not,” Prue agreed.
“You have no right to be mad. You at least knew they existed!”
“Here we go again,” Prue sighed.
“I have every right to be mad here, Prue!! You never said a word!”
“Would you have rather known? Would you have rather lied awake at nights and wondered what happened to our two baby sisters?”
“I would have liked to have known they existed!”
Piper stood up, “Okay, stop it, both of you. Look, it happened, we can’t change it, and now we have to deal with it. What we have to decide now is who is going to New York with Mom and me.”
Prue shoved a camera in the bag, “I’m not going.”
“Not even after you talked to Pollux?”
Prue shook her head, “She gave me her cell, told me I could call her. I’ll be fine with that.”
“What about the three hour time difference?”
Prue shook her head, “I know about the time difference and apparently she works midnights and long hours. She said I could call anytime and it would be okay, odds are I’ll catch her awake.”
Piper sighed, “Prue, I wish you would recon . . .”
“Not going.”
“At least think about it.”
Prue growled, “Fine, I’ll give it some thought, but don’t expect anything.”
Piper rolled her eyes and looked to Phoebe, “Pheebs?”
“I don’t know. I want to meet them, but what if they don’t like me?”
“How could they not like you?” Piper looked at Phoebe as if she were crazy.
“Oh, I don’t know . . . maybe because I got to stay with Mom and they were adopted out.”
Piper shook her head, “Not your fault.”
“Oh, and they’re thinking so rationally right now.”
“Did you ever think that maybe if you weren’t there . . . that’s when they’d dislike you,” Piper reasoned.
Phoebe thought a moment, “I see your point . . . and I’m seriously thinking I may need to be there, but I still want a little more time to think.”
Piper nodded, “Fair enough.”
Phoebe looked at her oldest sister, “She works midnights? What does she do?”
Prue thought a moment, “I didn’t ask. It was one of the questions I was planning on, but when the time came, it slipped my mind.”
“Long hours . . . midnights, could be television,” Piper suggested.
“Radio station?” Phoebe guessed.
Prue thought, “Could be either of those. She could be a convenience store clerk or work at a hotel front desk. Whatever it is, we’ll find it out later.”

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New York

“Hey Pollux, got the results back. It was definitely close range, we got stippling,” Drew Sabtiano smiled as he handed her the results.
“Yeah, well I have a partial fingerprint belonging to Mr. Bryant on the gun and I have GSR on his hands. Looks like we have a winner.”
He beamed at her, “I call that cause to celebrate. How about I buy you dinner tomorrow before work?”
She sighed, “I would love that, but I’m afraid I’m not very good company at the moment.”
“See, I knew something was off with you,” he sat next to her. The two had been flirting with each other for a few months now, ever since Drew came over from the force. Neither were quite sure whether to proceed or not, oblivious to the other’s desires to do so.
Pollux sighed, “It’s just . . .”
“Matthews! Sabtiano! I need the two of you at the suicide in Little Italy.” The chief CSI, Julius Hannigan, was obviously rattled and that was not how they were used to seeing him.
“I thought Hollings and Abrams were handling that,” Drew noted.
Pollux nodded, “Yeah, you sent them to it right after we got on the call after the shift started.”
Hannigan lowered his head, “There was a shooting at the crime scene. We lost Hollings. Take good care of her body, please.”
Pollux and Drew sat in stunned silence a moment. Drew looked up, “We will. But why us? We’re not even level three.”
“You’re almost level three, and you two are still certified Officers as well. Make sure you do the job I know you’re capable of.”
Pollux stood up, “Do the others . . .”
“I’m going to tell them now,” Hannigan closed the door as he left.
Pollux and Drew stood in silence a moment, she was the first to speak, “I was supposed to have breakfast with her in the morning.”
“She has two kids,” Drew added.
“Think the suicide was a set-up? Think the real crime was killing the CSI?”
Drew shrugged, “Hard to say. Someone could have shot her out of convenience after seeing her at the crime scene.”
Pollux sighed and grabbed her jacket off the chair, “I guess we should . . .”
“Yeah,” Drew put his jacket on as well. The two of them then walked out of the building, the eyes of their fellow employees staring at them solemnly as they went.

Pollux sighed as she checked the exit wound on her friend. She looked up at Drew, “Bullet entered from the back, exited out of her chest, exploding her heart in the process. That’s the best I can tell. Coroner will have to tell us for sure.”
Drew nodded, “The wound on the back is lower than the wound on the chest. She was shot from a low angle.”
Pollux looked around, “Manhole.”
Drew nodded, “Sewer. This night just keeps getting better.”
Pollux waved the coroner in. He walked over to her and bent down to the body, unfolding the body bag, “Is that a new bag or a sterilized one?”
“New,” he confirmed.
“Good.” She looked over at Drew, “Wait on a map of the sewers or wade right in?”
He sighed, “I want to wade right in as bad as you, but . . .”
“We have to play it safe. You’re right.”
Drew nodded, “I’ll go call for the map.” He headed off and when he came back, Pollux was indulging in a cigarette. “When did you pick that up?”
“Used to . . . started when I was a teenager . . . quit a few years ago . . .”
“And now?”
“Fighting with Paige. It annoys her.”
“She’s nowhere to be seen,” Drew pointed out the obvious.
Pollux sighed, “My friend is dead, I’m getting ready to wade through the New York City Sewer, and that’s not counting the drama from my two days off. This one . . . this one is purely stress related – because last I checked, there was no drinking on the job.”
Drew sighed, “Got about twenty minutes or better before the maps show, want to talk about it?”
Pollux looked up into the slightly cloudy sky and pulled her jacket tighter around her. Leaning against the cruiser behind her, she took a deep breath, “I guess the story starts when I was adopted.”
“I had no idea,” he said quietly.
Pollux nodded, “I think maybe it’s time we found out more about each other.” She took another puff of the cigarette, “So, my sister Paige and I were adopted . . .”

End part six

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