Lorenzo was quiet. He had always been quiet but Andy couldn't remember the last time his silence was tangible. But it was now. It was a breathing thing, with anger and confusion lurking beneath the calm. There were a number of things that Lorenzo could have said at that moment, and plenty more that he could have done… and Andy didn't like any of the options.

If he knew that he would be able to say something without his brother's wrath burning him, Andy probably would have gotten everything off of his chest already instead of waiting and staring at him for the past fifteen minutes. He felt like he was a child again, waiting to see how Lorenzo would react. It was strange that the last one born held the responsibilities of the first. Instead of Luis taking charge, it was Lorenzo every time. When something happened, the other two waited for Lorenzo to do something, say anything. Waiting, Andy was ten years old, again, biding his time until Lorenzo decided that it was time to speak.

He could have waited forever, and in the past it had felt as though he'd done just that. Unfortunately, though, he had to get back home. Morris wouldn't be able to cover for him indefinitely, and he was going to have to face the music with the Halliwells. He had to explain everything to them, more so now that he knew Phoebe had a premonition of his brother. The sooner he talked to them, the sooner it would be over, and maybe they could get back to what resembled, for them, a normal life.

"Lorenzo…" His brother's back was to him. When Andy called his name, he didn't turn. He called him again and Lorenzo started to move slowly. His shoulder pushed backwards. He pivoted on his heel and made a half-turn. "We need to talk about this so I can get back to San Francisco."

Lorenzo put his hand to his chin, stroking his full beard. His arms were folded, his right elbow digging into his left as he stroked his chin. "You put this thing in my lap, and now you're just going to run off back home. To do what, Leandro?"

"I've got a job to get back to, Lorenzo. I have a life in San Francisco." He sighed and shook his head. "I have people I need to get to, people I need to help."

"And us? What of your family, Leandro?"

"Don't tell me about my family. I came here to help my family. I risked others to help this family." As he spoke, his ire rose and he moved closer to Lorenzo. He turned for just a moment towards the bed. Luis was still unconscious and with the morphine in his system, would probably remain that way for quite some time. At least long enough for Andy to leave. If he could convince Lorenzo to get off of his back, then he could be the one to explain things to Luis. Andy had never been very good at that, anyway. Usually, when he tried, he only ended up in a fight with Luis. Lorenzo could make him listen. Lorenzo could make him understand.

Andy sighed and turned back to Lorenzo. "I've done all that I can for him and for you, Lorenzo. The rest is up to you."

"Will you find out who did this?" Lorenzo's eyes went past him, to the bed, to Luis. "We both know that the Port Charles Police Department will do nothing, and even if the federal agents or Interpol discover anything, they won't tell me."

"And you think I will?" Andy looked at him with a hint of shock. "Let's be honest here, Lorenzo. We both know that as much as my Alcazar blood begs for revenge, in the end, I don't want to know who did this. I am not about to give you a reason to kill someone, not when I know deep down that Luis probably did something to provoke whoever did this to him. I'm an Alcazar, but I am still a cop. I can't just hand someone over to you for execution."

"Then you're not an Alcazar, at all."

"Bullshit!" He stalked up closer, until there were only inches between them. "That's bullshit, and you know it! Every time something like this happens, you want to throw that in my face. Well, you left, too, Lorenzo. You left, and there was a time that you'd have said the exact same thing that I did. There was a time when you were above all of this. Now, you're right smack in the middle and I won't let you drag me down. I still have to live with myself, Lorenzo."

"Yes, you do," he said, almost threatening. Andy knew what he wanted, but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. For a while, yes it would disturb his sleep to know that he wasn't even looking for the person who had "killed" his brother. But, it would have been even worse if he had to live with the knowledge that someone's death was on his hands. "But, you also have to live with your witch."

Andy took a step back, his brow furrowed. "What are you saying, Lorenzo?"

"I'm saying nothing. I am merely reminding you of what you've brought into this family, and what you expect me to accept. My guess would be that you're still here not to say goodbye, or to give Luis a final farewell, but to make sure that you impress upon me just how important it is that no one knows about this."

He would have loved to throw Lorenzo's remarks in his face, declaring that he'd never been so wrong in his life, but he was half right. If he didn't need to make sure that Lorenzo knew how important the Halliwell secret was, he'd have probably orbed out with Prue and Leo. He hadn't bought himself a return ticket anymore than he'd gotten one for Prue. But, that wasn't the only reason he stayed. He had hoped to hear that Luis would wake up soon, not to tell him what happened or ask him for details, thought that would have been nice. He hoped that Luis had enough sense to not go after someone because of this, or send Lorenzo after them.

But, no, he didn't just want to get details or zip his brother's lip. He wanted to look into his eyes, the eyes that were identical in lightness to his own but so different in their mischief. He'd watched him nearly dead for hours on end. Now, he just wanted to see him alive. Faith in Leo's healing abilities had nothing to do with it. If Leo said that his brain was healed, then so be it. His heart just told him that he had to see him, had to touch his face and be the one to tell him that he would be fine.

"I'd be lying if I said that you were completely wrong," Andy said with a sigh. "But, you are wrong on some parts. Yeah, I need you to keep your mouth shut about what you saw here, but I also want to say goodbye, to you and to Luis. And there's even some part of me that wants him to wake up long enough for me to tell him not to tell you anything. I've got a ton of reasons to be here, I can't do them all. But the one.." He shook his head. "I can make sure that Prue and her sisters are safe before I leave."

"Do you actually think that anyone would believe me if I said something? I can explain away Luis's recovery simply by the fact that he didn't land on the concrete. He landed on the hood of a car, a hood that dented. Why would I tell someone that a witch and her friend saved him when I can actually say something that won't cause people to look at me as though I've lost my mind?"

"I don't want you to let anything slip, Lorenzo." Andy sighed and shook his head. "Prue and her sisters have done a lot of good. Granted, for both of us, I'm sure they couldn't have done anything more important than saving Luis, but on a grander scale… They've helped a lot of people, and they can't do what they do if people are on their backs. They have enough to deal with on their own."

"Don't worry, Leandro. Your witch's secret is safe, but know this. I neither like it nor trust it. There's something impure about this whole thing, about them and what they can do."

"If you had seen what they've done, you wouldn't say that. And believe me, brother, you are the last one who should be calling someone impure. You sell drugs, Lorenzo. You kill people, and God knows what else you do. So, don't throw stones. There's way too much glass in your house for you to do that."

Lorenzo glared at him, but Andy stood his place. There was once a time when he would have backed away. No matter how innocent and light that Lorenzo tried to be in his previous life, there was always a dark part of him; a part so dark that the air around him went cold and the sky filled with gray clouds. But now, Andy was stronger. He could stand the chill of Lorenzo's anger. He could bear the brunt of his brother's ire.

Finally, Lorenzo sighed. His shoulders sagged and his arms fell to his sides. "Go back to your witches, Leandro. I'll call you when Luis wakes and you can talk to him. There's no reason he needs to know what happened here. But, you have to do the same for us. You tell those women what they need to know, and that's it. You don't want me to put them in any danger, so don't let them put us in any, either."

Andy snorted. "You really think I want them to know that one of my brothers is a drug czar and the other is an international arms dealer? Yeah, no worries there. I know how to spin a story, Lorenzo. It's the reason I haven't been fired yet." He shook his head, then spoke with sincerity. "Be careful, alright? I don't want another call saying I have to manhandle Leo again to get him to save another brother."

Lorenzo's snort was nearly identical to Andy's. "If you get another call, I sincerely doubt it will be about me. I don't get myself into near as much trouble as Luis does. And definitely not the same kind. Though…" His face went somber. "…I do wish that these contacts of yours had been available when Sophie died."

Andy reached out and laid his hand on his brother's shoulder. "So do I, Lorenzo." He sighed. "If it makes anything better, back then, they didn't even know what they had. And they certainly didn't have a life-saving white lighter at their beck and call." He let out another heavy breath. "But, that's in the past, and soon, this will all be in the past, too."

"I can't wait. Let's just hope that, when he wakes up, Luis has all of this Brenda Barrett nonsense out of his system. I can't handle much more of his obsession with this woman." Lorenzo sighed then gave a short, brusk shake of his head. "Go home, Leandro. Take care of your other family. You've already fulfilled your obligations to this one."

"Lorenzo…" Andy sighed. "I may not agree with what you and Luis have chosen, but you're still my brothers. I love you, and I'll always do as much as I can for you, as long as it doesn't compromise me. And I know that, no matter how you feel about me being a cop, you wouldn't put me in that position." He sighed again. "But, I do have to go."

"Then go. I can have the jet ready to take you back home."

"That's alright. I don't want IA to get a bug up their asses because I came in on a private jet. I'll just get a ticket and by the time I get there, the flight should be ready to board."

"And you'll explain this trip, how?"

"I have no idea, but I'll come up with something." His weariness showed plainly on his face. Andy needed to rest, and a trip from South America to San Francisco should give him just enough time for a nap before he ran into demons and Internal Affairs. As long as the turbulance wasn't too bad. The thought of the plane shaking was almost enough to make him take the private jet… Almost.

Shaking his head, Andy stepped in and wrapped his arms around Lorenzo in a fierce hug. "Call me as soon as he wakes up, alright? And seriously, be safe. I don't think I can take another phone call like the last one." He stepped back after the embrace, then walked over to Luis. He laid a gentle hand on his chest and softly said, "I love you, brother, even if you don't always think I do. You won't know what I've done for you, but know this… I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Andy took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He hadn't seen his brothers in so long, and it hurt that this tragedy was what brought them together again. He resolved to keep in touch better. It wasn't right for him to be so separated from them. Turning, he looked once more at Lorenzo. "I'll talk to you." Lorenzo nodded. "And our secrets…"

"We both have them, and we'll both save them."

"Thanks, Lorenzo."

He sighed. "Leandro… I don't like your methods, and I can't easily accept them. But, I know what it took for you to call Prudence, and I know what it took for you to come here. Thank you. Not just for Luis, but for coming at all. I needed you as much as he did."

"I know," he said softly, "and I meant what I said to Luis. I'd do it again. I just really hope that I don't have to."

The brothers stared at one another for a long beat. Finally, Andy knew that there was nothing left to say. He lowered his head and walked out of the room. When he reached his own room, he called the airport and secured a seat on the next flight that would get him to San Francisco. It was time to leave the power of three Alcazars and return to the Charmed power of three. "The life I lead," he muttered, then finished his preparations.