Andy rubbed the back of his neck nervously, not quite sure what to say to his brother, even as the phone rang.

"Leandro?" Lorenzo's clipped tone told Andy that he wasn't alone.

"How did you know it was me?" The question sounded foolish to his own ears so it didn't surprise him when Lorenzo snorted, letting his gentleman facade slip long enough to quip.

"There is such a thing as caller id, hermano."

Andy sighed, then groaned. "You know, I'd noticed that you had picked up a sense of humor and almost as much sarcasm as Luis. It doesn't become you."

A small laugh came from the other end of the line, but it was tense. Lorenzo cut his laugh abruptly and groaned. "While I do enjoy talking to you, could you speed this up? From the tone of your voice, I don't think this is a social call."

"It's not," he said with a sigh. Right about then, Andy would have killed for a bullshit session with his brother. "And it's not exactly something I can tell you on the phone. It's more of a face-to-face kind of deal."

"You're coming here?"

It wasn't shock in Lorenzo's voice as much as caution. For some reason, he didn't want his brother to come to Port Charles. Had he already mentioned that he would be bringing Prue and her sisters with him, then Andy would have understood more. A year later, Lorenzo was still very uncomfortable with the witches that had been thrust before him; so much so that he refused to actually meet them altogether. He may not have followed all of the rules of the Church, but his Catholicism reared its sometimes devout head whenever the word witch was brought up in his presence.

Something was going on in Port Charles, which made Andy all the more adamant about getting to the small harbor town. It also confirmed for him, without a shadow of a doubt, that it had been Lorenzo in Phoebe's vision, and not Luis. Andy had tried to be certain before he just popped up. He'd given a call to South American to find that Luis was in the company of no blonde, pregnant women. The only female in his company was his daughter, and Andy doubted that Sage was letting any woman get anywhere near her father any time soon.

That just left Lorenzo, and it made Andy almost more angry with his brother than he was worried about him. He'd made the effort to reconnect with his family, albeit it covertly and as securely as possible. But all the same, with the help and urging of Prue, he'd made the effort to reconnect, and here he was, in the middle of something because Lorenzo had been holding back on him. That could only mean one thing. Whatever he was up to in Port Charles was illegal as all hell.

"Doing something you don't want me to arrest you for?" If possible, his voice held even less humor. "Because that's honestly the only reason you could have for not wanting me to come to town."

"Can we talk about this later, Leandro? I'm not exactly free…"

"I could care less who you've got there. In fact, it's probably one of your guards or some business associate, so you can tell whoever it is to take a walk until we've had our talk. In fact, tell them to go away for longer."

"Leandro…"

"Trust me, Lorenzo. No one there is going to mistake me for Luis. Or are you afraid of people knowing that your brother is a cop?"

Lorenzo sighed and Andy could just imagine that he was running his hand through his hair. Probably scratching at the beard that, at last sight, still covered his face well enough to distinguish him from either Luis or himself. Noise on the other end, scraping, signalled the phone had been laid down. Lorenzo's voice was thin as he spoke quickly, then picked up the receiver again. "You know what my business is, Leandro. I am not going to stop doing it because you come to town."

"Lucky for you, I don't have any jurisdiction in Port Charles. I meant what I said before, Lorenzo. If you put me in a position where I'll have to take you down, I will."

"And I don't come to San Francisco, so you won't." He groaned. "Why, exactly, are you planning a trip here? As I said earlier, your tone doesn't tell me that it's a social visit."

And they were right back where Andy didn't want to be. He looked up as Prue came into the room, followed by her sisters and Leo. Everything was all the more urgent, and he still hadn't gotten the information that he needed. They couldn't orb in if they didn't know where Leo was taking them. Andy had already made sure that the room was clear, but an empty room did nothing for direction.

Of course, it was completely possible that Andy was just stalling. He didn't want to orb, and he made no bones about it. But, Phoebe said that this was urgent, and finding enough tickets on a cross-country flight into JFK just wasn't happening soon enough. Besides, if they waited too long, Prue wouldn't have been able to keep Phoebe from inviting Cole on their little trip. That still didn't change the fact, though, that Andy was as far as humanly possible from thrilled at the concept of his body turning into hundreds of tiny balls of light, then hopefully being reassembled properly. The thought made him shudder, and looking at Leo, he shuddered again.

"I need to know your address. We're orbing in and…"

"Wait a minute!" Lorenzo's voice was stern and unwavering. "What is this we? And orbing? Is that…"

"Yeah, tiny balls of light." He rolled his eyes and groaned. "Don't remind me. It's not my preferred method of travel."

"You are not bringing those…" Lorenzo was silent for a second, then his voice lowered as he said, "…witches…" His voice rose back to its normal timbre. "…into my home."

"You've got no choice. Phoebe had a… uh…" He shook his head. "One of those things that you don't like to hear about, and it involves you. I told you already, I don't want to talk about this over the phone."

"Leandro, no." His voice lowered again. "You keep your black magic in San Francisco. I told you to leave me out of it."

"I'd leave you out of it if you wouldn't get in trouble." Andy noted the growl in his voice not only from the sound, but from the wide eyes that Piper threw his way. He sighed and turned away from the group of watchers. "Just give me the address, Lorenzo. You're not going to stop us from coming. We'll be there, regardless. Where we show up, however, is up to you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, hermano, that we either orb into your empty apartment, or we take our chances and possibly end up in the middle of a crowded area. Do you really want me to do something like that with your face?"

"That's blackmail, Leandro."

He smirked. "I do still have some Alcazar in me. I changed the name, hermano, but I didn't change the blood… or the attitude. Give me the address."

It was a long wait, but Lorenzo gave the necessary information. He had probably never done anything under so much duress before, and Andy knew that he would make him pay for it when he arrived. Lorenzo Alcazar was not a man who was forced to do very much. He'd just have to get used to it, though, because there was a whole hell of a lot more that he was going to be forced to do. Starting with giving an explanation about this woman that had been in Phoebe's vision.

With a sigh, Andy said, "Two minutes tops," then hung up the phone. He turned back around and looked at Prue. "He's not going to like this, but… just hearing his voice, I know he's up to something. I know he's doing something that's going to get him in trouble, something he doesn't want me to know about."

Prue stepped away from the crowd and walked to Andy. She took his hand and said, "He'll appreciate it when it's over." She pulled him slowly to the others, and they all touched enough to make a complete, connecting line. "Whatever it is, you'll both be fine."

"From your lips," he muttered. Andy turned to Leo, quickly spat out the address, then closed his eyes. He gripped Prue's hand harder, then squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He was almost positive that he'd look like a fool when he showed up in Lorenzo's apartment, but he really didn't care. There was just no way in hell that he would be orbing anywhere with a smile on his face.