I hope you enjoy this chapter. I got inspired to write this while watching the Devil May Cry Anime. I guess the timeline would be after Devil May Cry 1 but before or maybe after Devil May Cry 4 haven't decided yet. -Elivanna

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters within the Devil May Cry world no matter how many times I begged Capcom to give them to me.

Chapter 1: What's wrong with you?

Business had been slow recently. No demons have interested him enough to go out and investigate, which meant his money flow was not mounting as were the bills. At Devil May Cry all was silent the only sound was of the ceiling fan rapidly turning to provide air in the warm shop. Dante was the only one there seated at his desk and reading a magazine which he soon got bored of, lifting his feet onto the desk leaning back in his chair to get comfortable, once his comfort level was reached he placed the magazine over his face closing his eyes so all light was blocked so he could take his daily nap.

"Just another day in the office." he mumbled to himself before drifting off to sleep.

While he was dozing someone entered his shop silently closing the door and stepping in. She smiled seeing him napping at his desk. The shop looked the same she noticed, the same demon heads hanging on the wall, the same musical instruments in one corner, a broken TV. Everything was exactly the same since she left.

She walked determinedly towards Dante. Once there she placed her bags down on the wooden floor, then kneeled down next to his chair then reached up to remove the magazine that was obstructing her view of his face. After placing the magazine onto the desk she reached out to touch his ever tempting white hair. She ran her fingers through his hair then moving her fingers to touch his strong jaw line feeling a little bit of his stubble until a hand reached out and grabbed her own. She looked up to see his blue eyes staring at her.

"Your back." he stated huskily using his other hand to rub at his eyes. "So you've finally tired of traveling on your own huh, missed me? He asked as a smug smile started forming on his face. He still held her wrist in one of his gloved hands which he was softly rubbing his thumb against.

"Maybe so, plus you're the one who stated that I could come back anytime that I wanted to." she stated as a matter of fact. She roughly pulled her wrist back from him roughly.

"Ouch babe, but I do love a strong woman." he stated getting up from his desk. "But after they way you've came in feeling me up and all I'm surprised I don't get the same liberty." he stated jokingly. Once he was up he reached out a hand for Trish to stand up as well.

"Even though I got a pretty good view from up here I'd prefer if you were on your feet." he stated. Trish finally realizing that Dante could see down her shirt hurriedly got to her feet with the help of Dante's offered hand. Once Dante was sure he had a good grip of Trish he pulled her in for a hug.

She was surprised at his sudden show of affection coming from Dante. 'He must be lonely.' she thought slowly hugging him back. 'Hopefully I wasn't gone for too long.' she thought as she wrapped her arms against his muscular back which was enveloped in his leather red coat.

He released his hold on her and moved apart from Trish. "So what brings you back?, I thought you had enough of me." he stated stretching his stiff muscles after sleeping in his chair for to long.

Trish tried to come up with an answer that would not make it sound as if she missed Dante desperately, she refused to give him one up on her, to see that cocky smile that would light up his face if she told him the truth. Instead she opted for "I was around the neighborhood chasing a demon so I'd thought I would stop by." she said shrugging and self mindedly moving a loose strand of blonde hair from her face.

"Really?" said Dante seeing her slight hesitation to answer. He stared at her scanning her every being from head to toe admiring her fit figure that he missed seeing around the office the days that Trish and himself would go on missions together. Sure Lady would occasionally show up out of the blue to take his money anytime he was in debt, or when Lady herself could not handle a mission on her own and asked him to handle it but it just wasn't the same. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Trish saying something.

"Um Dante…do you think…uh never mind." she stated changing her mind. Dante looked up surprised that the strong minded woman in front of him backed down on something as trivial as asking him something. He slowly walked towards her finally realizing that she wasn't making eye contact with him anymore. When he finally stood right in front of her he pulled her chin up and tilted it so that he could see her face.

"What's wrong with you Trish?" asked Dante waiting for a response.

Well I guess your going to have to wait to see what's wrong with Trish. I'll update as quickly as possible, but with a few reviews, will motivate me to write the next chapter quicker. Oh and I hope I portrayed Dante correctly, I was a bit apprehensive to post this due to all the Dante fans out there. I hope I didn't let anyone down. Crosses fingers and waits in nervous anxiety.