"Err Cal who is this?" He asked unsure as to what the strange woman was doing in her kitchen.

"Eric this is my Mother. Mother this is Eric; there introductions done with, what are you doing here?" She said immediately laying into her Mother to find out the reason for her visit.

Glancing between the two women, Eric had no idea how to handle the situation. On one hand he had heard some of the very rare stories Calleigh told of her mother, on the other hand though he wanted to get to know the woman who had raised the Blonde beauty he had the privileged to call his Girlfriend. Deciding to go with the latter of his two very limited options, he moved to formally introduce himself to Christina.

"Nice to meet you Ma'am, I'm Eric Delko." Setting the gun in his hand on the side next to Calleigh's, he extended his hand in greeting towards Christina who was eyeing him up, much to Calleigh's displeasure.

"Yes, lovely to meet you. Well I'll just be going now, as it would seem that I'm not welcome here. Maybe we can catch up later on, when you're not busy." Christina announced, wanting to get a reaction out of her daughter, who had taken it upon herself to ignore Christina's presence and had continued about her daily routine.

Calleigh knew exactly what her Mother was trying to do by, waltzing back into her life. So by giving no reaction to the rather loud statement, Calleigh figured if she acted indifferent now then it would minimize the effort her Mother would put in to reintegrating herself back into her life, which at the moment was most definitely was on its way back to perfection once again.

"Bye then Mother."

"Bye Mrs Duquesne." Eric called after her, before turning to pick up his gun to replace the safety. Noticing that Calleigh had yet to turn around and look at him, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her delicate waist.

"Cal, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong?" He inquired trying to keep the conversation going smoothly, because he knew that if he didn't she would shut down and nothing would be said on the matter.

Sighing Calleigh unwound his arms from around his waist and put a few feet of space in between them, as she knew that if he touched her, she wouldn't be able to tell him for fear of breaking down into tears.

"Eric, see the thing is, my Mother as always makes my life difficult whenever she turns up." Pausing to fight of the tears, which were glistening in her eyes, very close to falling. "The only the reason she ever shows up is because she wants money or to make my life hell once again. I just I don't know how I feel about her being back in Miami. On one hand I want her here, I want to see the woman who she really is now the drink isn't controlling her every thought. Then there is the part of me who is scared, scared that she hasn't changed and the woman who she was when she was drinking, is in fact the woman who she has been all along, if that makes any sense at all."

Seeing that she was having a hard time of controlling her emotions, Eric gave her what she needed the most. Stepping forward he pulled her into his arms, letting her cry out everything she was feeling, knowing that he wouldn't judge her but help her through it in any way he possibly could.

Sighing slightly Calleigh lifted her head off of Eric's chested and looked up into his eyes, feeling comforted by the look of utter devotion and love in them. The look in his eyes almost made her forget about the reason she had been crying in the first place,

"Ugh, that woman, she always gets me like this. I don't know how she does it, but every time she shows something goes wrong and my guts telling me that something is about to go drastically wrong." Calleigh ranted, now that she had got her immediate need to cry under control. Pacing up and down the length of the kitchen, the only thing Eric could do was stand by and watch, letting her get out her frustration, so she could think clearly again.

"Babe, just ignore her. Eventually she'll realise that she can't just show up and disrupt your life whenever she sees fit." He tried placating her, hoping to calm her down and make her realise that she was making too big of a fuss about the situation.

"You don't think I've that before. Every single time that woman comes back into my life, she finds all my buttons and presses every single one of them until I explode and don't talk to her, then she just repeats the process, turning up here and annoying me again!"

"Well look at it this way if you're nice to her and don't rise to any of her comments, maybe she'll be satisfied with what she sees and leave you alone and let you come to her." He replied, looking into her eyes to make her see reason on the matter.

"Maybe." She sighed finally coming around to his way of thinking.

"Come on, we're going to be late for work if we don't get a move on." Moving out of the kitchen with her gun in hand, ready to be placed back in her gun safe in the bedroom, she retraced Eric's route from the bathroom to the kitchen, intending on taking her own shower and getting her morning routine started after it had been so rudely interrupted, as it was turning out to be a rather enjoyable one.

Back downstairs in the kitchen, Eric stood hands braced on the counter, praying to any and all saints that his Girlfriend could make it through the next few days without doing too much irreparable damage to her already tenuous relationship with her Mother. Finishing up his prayers, he copied Calleigh's movements of picking up her gun and walking back through the condo to their bedroom, hoping to join his Girlfriend in the shower and make this morning a much better one than it had been 20 minutes before.