A/N: Goodness golly me, it's been a long LONG time. I've been real busy IRL and trying to make time for Pros is a little difficult BUT I haven't forgotten about it yet. I plan to finish it no matter how long it takes.

Mostly exposition this chapter so not particularly interesting.

If there was anything Adrienne admired about humanity, it was their resilience. After the devastation of 30 years ago she had to admit that she was surprised how far they'd managed to come. Fortuna was a testament to that.

She was surprised that Sparda had wanted her to investigate the city. They knew the Order had been using the city as a base of operations, Dante's agents had managed to find out that much. Adrienne wasn't sure exactly what else Sparda had hoped she'd find out.

After all, that was why they had Lorena, right?

Taking another sip of her coffee, she took a look around the plaza in front of the church. It was oddly beautiful. Serene. It reminded her a little of how things used to be.

"Lovely, isn't it?"

Adrienne looked up and found herself face to face with a priest. He smiled warmly at her and she fixed him with a stern look.

"Awful reckless of you," she said softly. "Won't you sit down?"

The priest continued to smile at her as he sat down.

"Nothing escapes you, does it?"

"After 15 years, I'd hope not," she replied. "What are you even doing here?"

Sparda looked very serious for a moment, but only just a moment.

"Salem had a…" He paused, looking for the proper word. "...concerning premonition. I felt it would be irresponsible to ignore it."

"Must have been very concerning, then."

"He thought he saw Constantine."

Adrienne choked on her coffee and nearly dropped the cup in her hand.

"What?!" she sputtered. "But that's-"

"Impossible?"

Sparda gave her a flat look.

"Adrienne, you should know better than anyone that nothing is impossible."

"But you killed him," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I watched you do it."

True, she had. Not one of his finer moments he felt, doing something so grizzly in front of a lady, but he'd had little choice at the time. Adrienne and her son would have died if he hadn't. But it had not been the first time someone had killed Constantine. He knew that for a fact- he'd been there.

The bastard just wouldn't stay dead.

"Regardless, I believe it would be in our best interest for you to return," he replied casually. "Until we can find out more I'd rather have you back at the house."

The witch huffed angrily and started to pout. The worry in her eyes was more than apparent, however.

"...Very well," she grumbled.

BREAK

One thing that Lorena liked about the mansion was the fact that the windows were huge in most of the rooms. She liked how much sunlight they let in and it made being cooped up inside a little more bearable.

Still sucked, though. She would much rather go outside.

Lorena stared forlornly out of the window in the second floor parlor she was waiting in, and she heaved a sigh as she watched the gardeners rake up piles of leaves. What she wouldn't give to jump in one of those piles - temperature be damned.

"Didn't know you were into needlepoint, Red."

At the sound of Dante's voice, Lorena was abruptly shaken from her thoughts and reminded of the pile of fabric beside her on the couch and the half-finished stitch on the shirt in her hands. She didn't bother looking at him, making a point to turn her attention to the fabric in her hands.

"It's a charm to keep my clothes from burning," she said curtly. "If I'm gonna be stuck here awhile, might as well take precautions."

She pulled the thread tight and tied it off in one swift motion.

"So Salem said you wanted to talk."

"Yeah. Weird, right?"

Lorena looked up at him and was apparently not pleased with the grin on Dante's face. She frowned, stuck the needle in her spool of thread and got up from the couch.

"Forget this, I'm going back to my room."

She had shoved the thread into her pocket, gathered the linens in her arms and was halfway across the room when Dante spoke.

"Expecting company, Red?"

Lorena froze, nearly dropping the mass of fabric in her hands. Dante continued to grin and was well aware he'd just backed her into a corner. He flopped down onto the couch, which was barely long enough for him.

"Y'know," he said idly, "You didn't seem too happy to see him last time. Ex-boyfriend?"

"I don't know what you're-"

Dante gave her a flat look and it made him look so much like Vergil it was a little disturbing.

"Give me some credit, babe. I'm not that stupid."

"...It's not what you think," she said after a moment.

"Oh? What do I think?"

"I'm not with the Coven. I'm not a spy."

Dante shrugged, the picture of indifference.

"I'll be honest, I could care less about whether or not you're in bed with Damon," he replied casually. "I'm more interested in what he wants you to find."

Lorena gave him a confused look and shook her head.

"I don't really know anything about that."

Dante gave her the flat look again, making it obvious that he wasn't buying a word of it.

"You should stop trying to lie. You're bad at it."

"I'm not!" she protested. "Look, whatever you heard is all I know. I don't know what this thing is or why he's so desperate to have it back."

Dante's job revolved around being able to tell when people were lying to him. He was actually rather good at it, contrary to popular belief, and it was plain to see that Lorena wasn't lying. She really didn't know that much about what Damon wanted- but Dante couldn't exactly let her know that he knew that.

"Alright. I might be convinced to believe you… if you're willing to make a little deal with me."

"Not sleeping with you."

He couldn't help but laugh at her immediate response.

"Tempting, but not what I had in mind."

The witch crossed her arms, brow furrowed slightly as she fixed him with a stern look.

"So what do you want?" she asked.

"We'll just call it an IOU for now," he replied nonchalantly.

"And what am I owing you for?"

"Well, my father doesn't need to know about your little side job, does he?"

He raised a valid point. Even if Lorena was not actually part of the Coven, she'd be putting a lot of faith in Sparda taking her at her word. There was more than enough room for doubt and it was likely that if Damon got dragged into it Lorena'd be thrown under the bus.

She really hated Dante.

"Point taken," she admitted begrudgingly.

"It's no big deal, Red. You're just going to owe me a nice, solid favor."

"And what kind of a favor would that be?"

"Anything I want."

"You're kidding."

Dante shrugged in response.

"Hey, it doesn't matter to me if you take the deal or not, but pops doesn't take too well to spies- even reluctant ones."

Lorena considered this for a moment; thought about it real hard. If she were to turn down his deal, she would have to place a great deal of faith in the fact that Sparda would be merciful. From the few deals that she'd had with Damon, she knew that Sparda and the Coven were not on good terms. She didn't know the exact details but she knew it was pretty bad. Even if she wasn't part of the Coven, she was still working for Damon and that in and of itself was likely enough of an offense for Sparda.

And she rather liked living.

On the other hand, she wasn't sure being in debt to Dante was a much better situation. She had a feeling that this "favor" was more complicated than he was making it out to be. It was also likely to stack into more than one favor as time went by. But it still gave her a chance - some time to figure out her plan. Lorena groaned. Never was there a more accurate example of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Take that as you will.

"Fine," she grumbled reluctantly. "But it's got to be a real favor. Not a sex voucher or whatever."

"You act like that's all I think about."

"Considering that ever since I got here all you seem to do is shove your tongue down my throat and try to get into my pants, I think it's fair."

"Ouch. Just a little harsh, Red."

"Given the circumstances I think I'm allowed to be a little prickly. I also haven't been outside since I got here, so there's that too."

"You've been outside."

"I'm not allowed to leave the house, genius. I can't go outside outside. Adrienne put an enchantment on the doors or something."

"So break it."

"You ever try to break an enchantress' spell? Damn near fucking impossible."

A thoughtful look formed on the redhead's face. It was a look Dante knew well - it was the same face Vergil made when he was trying to beat their father at chess. Lorena looked at Dante, then looked over at the window overlooking the garden.

"You might be able to do it, though."

Dante raised an eyebrow. She had heard herself, right?

"I thought you just said it was impossible."

"Near impossible," she said, matter-of-factly. "I mean, you guys are cut from the same cloth. Sort of."

She gave a little shrug and a small smile formed on her face. Vergil made that face, too - it was his smug face and Dante wasn't sure exactly how he felt about that. What she'd said had piqued his interest, though he had absolutely no idea where it was coming from.

"What do you mean?"

"Hm?"

"You said Addy and I were cut from the same cloth."

Lorena fixed him with a flat look.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked incredulously. "Please tell me Adrienne or Salem has explained classifications to you."

Dante simply shrugged and smiled.

"Shit, seriously?"

She stared at him, flabbergasted, and ran a hand through her hair. How the hell could a guy practically be surrounded by witches and not know about the different classifications? Children knew the difference. She briefly considered giving him the full explanation - bloodlines, affiliations, history and the like - then she remembered that it was Dante she was talking to. It'd probably be wasted on him. Hell, she may as well have been talking to a cardboard box.

"Okay, so the quick version then," she said with a roll of her eyes. "There are four major factions of witch: practitioners, shapeshifters, enchanters, and firebreathers." She tapped each of her fingers as she listed them off. "Enchanters like Addy and Salem are distantly descended from either an angel or a demon."

Dante had to admit that he wasn't entirely surprised. He'd always thought it was a little strange that Adrienne could essentially punch holes in the very fabric of reality, something that he'd only ever seen a demon pull off before meeting her.

Perhaps that was why his father had kept her on for as long as he had.

"So what does that have to do with anything?"

Did he know? Yes he did, but he was enjoying himself. Pushing Lorena's buttons was immensely entertaining.

"Hierarchy." She rolled her eyes again. "Basically, you outrank her."

She froze, her expression turning thoughtful again before her face erupted in a huge grin. Abandoning her sewing, she jumped up from the couch and dragged Dante out of the room by his sleeve.

"Come on - I've got an idea."