"Chérie," Marie came into the kitchen with a worried look on her face, "There is someone at the counter asking for you."

Sabrina had never seen Marie look as worried as she did now. She stopped washing the dishes and reached for a towel to dry her hands, "Caliban?"

Marie shook her head, "I have never seen her before, but she says she is some kind of federal agent."

A federal agent? That didn't make any sense. Why would a federal agent be looking for her? No one outside of her immediate family and friends knew that she was Lucifer Morningstar's daughter.

"Wait here," she told Marie, "I'm going to go see what's going on."

She made her way into the dining room. The usual customers were in their usual places this morning. Everything was normal, except for the woman at the counter. She had voluminous curled black hair, striking features, and carried herself with confidence. Her blazer and slacks stood out in the relaxed environment of the dining room, and her deep red lipstick left a stain on the coffee mug she was drinking from. She saw Sabrina approaching and grinned, "Look at you. You're all grown up."

"Can I help you?" Sabrina asked, even though it was more of a demand than a question.

The woman seemed unfazed by her attitude, "I think you can." She held up something for Sabrina to look at. It was a badge. The picture matched the woman sitting in front of her, but her hair had been dyed since it had been taken. It used to be dark brown, and it was longer then, too. She looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her. "I'm Special Agent Lilith Babylon with the FBI. I've spent quite some time looking for you, Sabrina."

"Don't call me that," Sabrina said, "No one knows that name here."

"Alright," Lilith agreed, glancing at her name tag, "Victoria it is then. I'm impressed. You left a hard trail to follow. Your cousin and his girlfriend searched the surrounding states for you and lost your trail just outside of Branson."

"Ambrose and Prudence went looking for me?"

Lilith nodded, "While they were doing that, your Aunt Zelda called me."

"Why would she call you? And, if my trail was so hard to follow, how did you find me?"

"You're Aunt called me because she knew I would be able to help. And I was able to find you because every alias you used was a combination of the names of two famous TV witches," she answered, "Once I figured out the pattern, your aunts sent me a list of the DVDs on your shelf, and I checked motels for any of the names on the list. Piper Halliwell, Samantha Stephens, Willow Rosenburg, Glinda. It was easier once I knew what I was looking for. I lost you once I arrived in New Orleans, though. I took a chance and flashed your picture at the local police station, where a very helpful detective told me you served him breakfast in the mornings, and he pointed me here."

"What do you want?"

"To help you," she said simply, "And to put your father back into the cell he belongs in."

"He's not my father," she stated firmly, "Lucifer," she whispered, "Is a stranger and a psychopath."

"He's a sadistic narcissist," Lilith corrected, "A sadistic narcissist who sent you thirty-five thousand dollars worth of Tiffany diamonds."

Lilith slid a long, black suede bracelet box across the counter. She started to open it, but Sabrina slammed it shut. She didn't want to see how the diamonds caught the light, or how they were cut. She didn't want to see if it was small enough to fit her wrist, because if she did she would start to feel guilty. She hadn't even done anything wrong, and she felt as though she had shed the blood that paid for that bracelet.

"Was there a note?"

She slid a little card next to the box.

You have your mother's hands -L

"I don't want it," she said, "I don't want any of this."

"I understand that," Lilith laid a comforting hand on top of hers, "Come with me, and we can get everything back to normal. Lucifer will go back to prison. You will go home. It will be like none of this ever happened. Come with me," she repeated, "Let me protect you, Sabrina."

Protect her? Sabrina ripped her hand away from her. This woman couldn't protect her. Lucifer had connections all around the world. It was a miracle she managed to stay under his radar for this long. No matter where she went, he could find her. "You can't protect me. Just like you couldn't protect that village in Ethiopia. I know all about it. Three days after his visit everyone in that village was dead. No one was left alive. Not a man. Not a woman. Not even a child," she paused to take a moment to compose herself. If she didn't she would've burst into tears, "Get out. Get out!"

Lilith stood up, pulled something from her purse, and put it on the counter next to the bracelet. It was a stack of letters.

"They're from your family," she said as she stood up and handed her a business card, "I'm staying at the Andrew Jackson Hotel in room six if you change your mind."

"I won't," Sabrina muttered under her breath.

"By the way," Lilith stopped in front of the door, "That bracelet is from the Victoria collection."

She watched as Lilith walked out the front door and down the sidewalk. She seemed so familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"Chérie?"

"Everything is alright, Marie."

"That did not sound 'all right'," she noticed the things Lilith had left on the counter, "What is all of this?"

"It's from my family," she paused, "and my father."

"Your father?" she questioned, "Do you need a moment?"

Sabrina nodded, "Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"I have managed on my own for years before you came along," Marie smiled, "I will be fine for a few moments."

She didn't object any further. She gathered up everything Lilith had left for her, including the bracelet, because she couldn't just leave it there and tucked herself away in the safety of a corner booth, away from the prying eyes of any customers.

The first letter had her name written across the back in large, neat cursive that bordered on calligraphy. She ripped open the envelope and saw that it was from her Aunt Zelda.

Dear Sabrina,

'Scared' doesn't quite cover how I felt when I woke up to find you had run off in the middle of the night. Petrified, frantic, and distraught are more accurate descriptions of what I was feeling. I woke up and you were gone, Sabrina, just gone. I had no idea where you were going, or if Lucifer had kidnapped you somewhere along the way to wherever you are now.

Roz, Theo, Harvey, and I knocked on every door in Greendale to find out if anybody had seen you, while Hilda and the Sisters did the same in Riverdale. Ambrose searched nearby towns. By some miracle, Cheryl and Toni spotted you leaving the pawnshop at some ungodly hour of the night.

I have half a mind to order you to come home at once, but I know it will be of no use. You have the standard-issue Spellman stubbornness. That is proof that you are one of us. We are Spellmans. We protect each other. We do not strike out on our own. That is enough of that, I suppose. I imagine you'll want to hear about how everyone is doing despite your absence.

Agatha has taken up work at the mortuary with me. She is learning quickly, although she tends to come off as slightly abrasive to the customers. Dorcas, however, is thriving working at Dr. Cerberus' with your Aunt Hilda. She takes Salem on lots of walks and says she isn't feeding him any french fries, but I suspect she slips him one or two every once in a while. Ambrose and Prudence should be in California by now. You said you always wanted to visit someday, so they suspect you might be there. Roz, Theo, and Harvey join us for dinner most evenings, so we don't have to eat alone. I appreciate it more than I let on. Nicholas always appreciates it when I read him your letters.

You brought us all together, you know. All of those years ago.

Come back to me, Sabrina. I love you more.

Zelda Spellman

P.S. Thank this Marie of yours for me. Lord knows you can be a handful.

Sabrina laughed. That was definitely true. She was a bit of a hell-razer back home. She could almost hear her Aunt Zelda's voice as she read her letter. It wrapped around her like a warm hug. She basked in it for a few moments before returning the letter to its envelope, where she found another piece of paper.

Dear Sabrina,

I'm glad you're eating well. This Marie sounds wonderful. Coffee alone is not an acceptable breakfast, and you know that! It is tempting to scold you, but you probably had enough of that from Zelda. I miss you lots.

I understand why you did it, but that doesn't make it any easier to accept. I never thought I'd go to wake you up for breakfast one day to find that you just weren't there. It was your favorite, too. Blueberry pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice. We nearly tore up the whole Sweetwater River area looking for you. Prudence and Ambrose are off looking for you in all the places in the continental U.S you said you'd like to visit. Dorcas has taken up work with me at Dr. Cees. She's very enthusiastic and gets along with the customers. I'm surprised Cee hasn't signed the paperwork to adopt her and Agatha yet.

Rosalind, Harvey, and Theo eat dinner with us most evenings, so we don't get lonely. While I enjoy their company, they're not you, duckie.

Be safe, and come home soon. I love you bunches.

Auntie Hilda

It was strange to see how different these two letters were. If they weren't her Aunties she would've thought that they were written by two strangers. She tucked both letters back into the safety of their envelope and picked up the next one. It was slightly thicker than the first one. It contained one piece of paper and a picture. It was a selfie. Ambrose had a big grin on his face, and Prudence was in the background staring at what looked like a map, and she was flipping off the camera. She laughed and reached for the letter.

Cousin,

You gave us quite the scare. Aunt Zelda went stark raving mad. Auntie Hilda was in a daze until your first letter arrived. It was a relief to hear you were faring well. After they recovered from their shock, Prudence and I discovered you purchased a bus ticket in Riverdale. We followed that trail to Branson before we lost you. A few weeks after that we took a trip to New York. You always wanted to see the Rivoli Theater. That trip was not fruitless, however. Prudence finally admitted her undying love for me.

It's not undying. If you died tomorrow I would get over it. She's a sweetheart. Speak that slander again and you'll be hearing from my lawyer. She doesn't have a lawyer. I have Agatha.

Anyway, we are headed to California. Prudence told me that you talked all the time about going to school there. We want to bring you home, Cousin. We do. Things are significantly more boring without someone to raise the kind of Hell you do. What she means is, we miss you, and we love you. That too. I wish we knew where you were. We'd be there in a heartbeat.

Best wishes,

Ambrose & Prudence

P.S. A new guy? It's nice to know you finally stopped blaming yourself. I'm proud of you.

Prudence Night was proud of her. When Nick got checked into rehab, Sabrina blamed herself. She blamed herself for not doing more to prevent it from happening and for not noticing sooner. Prudence and her sisters stayed with the week Nick left, and they, slowly but surely, managed to convince her that it wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault, and she knows that now. The Weird Sisters were some of the strongest women she knew. It was an honor to make them proud. Speaking of the rest of the Weird Sisters, the next letter was from Dorcas and Agatha.

Dear Sabrina,

You have managed to do the impossible. You separated the Weird Sisters. We haven't spent more than a day apart, since we were placed with Connie, you know. Things here are strange without you. They got even stranger when Pru took off with Ambrose. A first, I blamed you for her leaving, but I couldn't stay mad long. You were willing to risk everything to protect us. I would do the same for my sisters. Nick is doing well. Dorcas and I visit him on the weeks your letters don't arrive. He misses you, and he seems to be improving. We miss you, too. Yes, we do. Your absence is especially felt at the mortuary. You loom over us like a ghost. Perhaps that is why I am as abrasive to the customers as your Aunt Zelda says. It's just in your nature. Dorcas has been feeding Salem french fries.

I have not! Be honest. Just a few every once and a while. He's as lean and fit as ever. Every evening he sits by the door and waits for you to walk back in, but you never do. Sometimes, we all sit and wait with him too. Agatha likes working with Zelda. Indeed I do. I like it at Cees with Hilda. It took a lot of convincing to get me to wear one of those costumes, though. She's a mummy. She doesn't need to know that. I'm sending pictures for proof. Drat. So, who is this new guy you're seeing? Is he handsome? Is he rich? Is he good in bed?

Come home soon, okay? We love you. We do. And we want to hear all about your so-called 'adventure'.

Safe Travels,

Agatha & Dorcas

A few years ago Sabrina never would have thought she would've missed the Weird Sisters. They were once her sworn enemies, and now, they were some of her closest friends. Agatha had included four pictures. The first was of her and Zelda leaning over her desk in the mortuary. They were examining what looked like some papers. The next was of Dorcas, in a bandage-looking mummy dress holding two plates of food, and talking to Dr. Cee and Hilda. If Sabrina hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she never would've believed it. The third one was a lot more solemn. Agatha was curled up in the bay window in the foyer, and Dorcas was leaning her head on her shoulder with Salem in her lap. They were all staring out the window, waiting for her to come home.

Sabrina didn't know when she would walk through that door again, but she hoped it would be soon. In the last picture, they were both happy. Dorcas was holding Salem's paws, so it looked like he was waving at the camera, and Agatha was pressing a kiss to her cheek. She carefully tucked the pictures on top of the one Ambrose sent her and ripped open the next letter.

Dear Brina,

We've been trying to think of this as a grand adventure just like you said, but that's so hard sometimes. Because you aren't calling or sending postcards or souvenirs. We don't even know where you are. I know it's not safe, but I just want to hear your voice, Brina. We all do. Things just aren't the same here without you. You've missed so much while you've been gone. Like Theo's new boyfriend. He's not my boyfriend. We've been on a few dates. He's nice. His name is Robin. You'd like him. If everything works out I want you to meet him.

We tried to get Harvey to write, but he's still mad. He thinks you should've stayed here where we could protect you. We tried convincing him that there was nothing we could do, but he refused to believe it. He's prone to just staring off into space, especially at your house. He visits Nick a lot, surprisingly. I go with him sometimes, but I just sit outside his room. I know for a fact that they just talk about you. You're all they have in common. They hated each other before you left, remember? Nick would always call him Harry, and Harvey would act like he was going to start a fight. Remember how annoyed we all were? I miss that. I miss you. You're irreplaceable, Sabrina Spellman.

Love,

Roz & Theo

P.S. Since you're not sending pictures, we thought we would send you some.

She would have to thank them, all of them, for the pictures in her next letter. Roz sent three pictures. The first, strangely enough, was of Roz playing cards with Dorcas and Agatha. Sabrina always thought that Roz and the Sisters would make great friends. The second one was of Theo and a boy with green hair wearing a baseball cap. That must be Robin. They looked so happy together, and she couldn't wait to meet him. The last one was of Nick. He was sitting on a small bed in the middle of a clean, bright room, and Harvey was sitting on a chair next to him. They appeared to be having an intense conversation, but there was no animosity in their postures. Speaking of Nick, the last letter was from him.

Dear Spellman,

New guy, huh? I can't say I'm surprised. Zelda tried to skip over it when she came to read that letter to me, but I wouldn't let her. These letters are my only connection to you. I miss you, Spellman. He must really be something, you never talked about me like that. Not that I know of, anyway. Do me a favor and tell him to not make the same mistakes I did. That the guy before him was the world's biggest idiot for letting you go and letting something so stupid get in the way of my love for you. I'll love you forever. To the moon and back.

Forever yours,

Nick

It had been so long since she had heard from them. It was almost overwhelming. Most days she tried not to think about them too much. It sounds harsh, but she knew that if she did there would be nothing to stop her from purchasing the first bus ticket to Wyoming. Nights, however, were a different story. She let them seep into her thoughts, her dreams, and let their phantom touch linger on her skin well into the morning. Sometimes, she even convinced herself that it was real. That this was all just a recurring nightmare. Convinced herself that if she tapped her heels three times she would be back home, but it never worked. Maybe it was her shoes that were the problem. They weren't ruby red or a glistening silver, they were just plain white sneakers that were starting to show signs of wear.

In a half-hearted attempt, she tapped them together, but nothing happened. Big surprise.

"Princess?"

The word pulled her free from the confines of her thoughts. She looked up through slightly watery eyes to see Caliban looking down at her with a smile. A smile that quickly transformed into a look of concern, brows furrowing. She was so out of it that she hadn't heard the roar of the motorcycle that usually announced his presence.

"I didn't hear you come in," she said softly and did her best to maintain eye contact with him.

He slid into the booth across from her, "Is everything alright?"

She shook her head slightly and pushed away the hair that fell over her face. Her first instinct was to say no, that she wasn't okay. That she was thousands of miles away from her home, running from her narcissistic excuse for a biological father. How could anything ever be okay again? Then she thought about how she was keeping them safe, and how happy she was to receive their letters and learn that they were well. It was all so conflicting. She let out a shaky breath, "I don't know anymore."

"Do you wish to discuss it?" he asked tentatively. She didn't know if the hesitancy in his tone was an attempt to not upset her, or if he didn't know how to broach the subject. It seemed genuine like he was concerned about her and willing to listen to what she had to say.

"These letters," she said as she folded up Nick's letter and slipped it back into its envelope, "They're from my family."

"Your family?" he echoed in a confusion-laced voice, "I thought they did not know your whereabouts."

"They don't," Sabrina confirmed, "At least, I don't think they do. They called someone to find me, and she brought me these."

"She brought that as well?" Caliban gestured to the bracelet box on the table.

She nodded and reached for the box, grateful that it was so plain looking. It easily could've come from any department store or boutique. He didn't appear to be interested in it outside of the effect it had on her, so she tucked it into the pocket of her apron. "It was a gift from my dad. He thinks he can buy my love or forgiveness or whatever it is that he wants from me."

"He sounds like a fool, then," he stated with certainty, "I can't imagine anyone successfully 'buying' you. You're too firm in your convictions."

"I have my family's standard-issue stubbornness," she quipped, quoting what her Aunt Zelda had said in her letter, and his eyes shone with amusement. "Can I show you something?"

He nodded. She scooped up the stack of pictures and stared at them for a moment before her gaze flickered up to Caliban. She clutched them a little tighter before standing up and joined him on the other side of the booth. She was all too aware of the leather jacket-clad arm he had slung across the seat behind her. It would be so easy to lean back and melt into the comfort he could provide. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers gave her hope that he was having similar thoughts.

For some reason, she resisted that urge but allowed herself to scoot a little bit closer to him, and she did her best not to stare at the delighted smile that had appeared on his face, "This is my family."

She tilted the pictures toward him, "That's my cousin, Ambrose, and his girlfriend Prudence. And these are Prudence's sisters, Dorcas and Agatha. They started working with my Aunties after I left. Agatha is working with my Aunt Zelda at our mortuary, and Dorcas is working at my Uncle's diner with my Aunt Hilda, the one dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein. That's Theo with his new boyfriend, Robin and that's my best friend Roz with the Sisters. And then there are the Sisters with my cat."

"What's his name?"

"Salem," she answered, "He is strangely independent, even for a cat. He'll wander around the whole town and be back before dinner. Follows me around all the time too, like he's guarding me."

"Fiercely independent, you say? The two of you must be quite the pair."

"We have a mutual understanding," Sabrina laughed before turning her attention back to the pictures in her hand. There was only one picture she hadn't shown him. The one of Nick and Harvey, "This one… is just complicated."

"An ex-boyfriend," Caliban concluded.

"Yup," she confirmed, "Both of them."

"Fools, if I do say so myself."

"That's what Nick said to tell you."

"You wrote home about me, Princess?" If he was surprised he hid it well.

She nodded, "I had to talk about some of the bright spots. It can't be all hell all the time."

"I am honored that you consider me to be one of these bright spots."

The sincerity in his voice was unusual. Unusual, but not foreign. She had seen glimpses of it. Cracks in a carefully crafted facade. It made her wonder how many other people had the privilege of seeing these aspects and this side of him. That moment was all she needed to change her mind about seeking comfort in his arms. She slowly and carefully leaned her head against his shoulder. It would've been easy to mistake her actions for hesitation, but that couldn't be further from the truth. She was just giving him every opportunity to turn her away, to refuse her touch.

He didn't. He just let her sink into him and wrap her fingers around the lapel of his jacket and just breathe. He smelled like leather, earth, and something that might've been ocean spray. She had never seen the ocean, but God did the smell of him make her want to. It was delicious, and she was just so tempted to sink her teeth in. She was surprised that she had the strength to resist and bite her lip instead.

However, that strength was tested when his arm abandoned its place on the seat in favor of wrapping around her. She wasn't sure she had ever felt as safe as she did now. His arm was around her back, and his hand ran up and down her bare arm. His skin was so warm, and she let her eyes flutter shut.

"What about your family?" she asked in a breathy tone, "You said you had brothers?"

"I do," his voice was husky, "Three of them."

"What are their names?"

"Beelzebub, Purson, and Asmodeus," a laugh rumbled through his chest, "Mother was very creative."

"Have you seen them since you got here?"

"Beelzebub and Purson are in prison, and I have no desire to visit them there. Asmodeus I saw just a few days ago. He appears to have cleaned up his act and is working as a bartender at some lounge on Bourbon Street. I'll have to take you some time."

"Sounds like fun," she murmured.

"I imagine it will be with you for company, Princess," he whispered back.

"Why do you call me that?" It was a question she had been meaning to ask for quite some time. He had first called her Princess several weeks ago. Had they really only known each other for a little over two months? It felt like a lot longer, in the best way possible. She was comfortable with him, and she had wanted to ask him why he chose 'Princess' the first time he used it, but he had already walked out the door with a wink and a smile.

"I don't know your real name," he answered, and his arm shifted so he could run his fingers through her hair, "I know Victoria is your middle name, but it doesn't quite suit you."

"And 'Princess' does?"

He laughed again, "Indeed it does. It's in the way you hold your head. How you take pride in what you do and the strength it takes to do what you believe is necessary to protect the ones you love. It's incredibly noble. Not to mention your beauty."

It was her turn to laugh, "I'll tell you my real name, someday."

"Until then, I'll keep calling you Princess."

"I think I can live with that."