Hey, hey, hey! I'm back and EC is alive! Anyway this chapter is on Delko For The Defense. Let me check if I changed the rating to T...

'Miami missed you'

Her words resonated around her, echoing off the leather seats and back into the quiet atmosphere. Calleigh and the team missed him dearly. Even the hot Miami air longed to greet his brown skin and continue to be in sync with it. All the anger, frustration and confusion that plagued her over the pass few weeks mysteriously melted away at the sight of him earlier...

Calleigh shook her head, her blonde hair tousled around, and concentrated on the road ahead. Eric was her distraction tonight.

The black BMW rolled into her driveway and she hurried to unlock the door, attempting to conceal tears from an empty neighborhood. On entering she threw herself to the floor and up against the door causing it to slam. Trembling hands slid onto her already drenched face, tight with anger. Whether good or bad, this guy drove her crazy!

Deep breaths were difficult to take, but she forced herself to calm down. Sadly it was her house, her emotional walls lost their stability and the tears escaped again. Her hyperventilation blocked the low sound of a car coming to a hault, but not the footsteps that trotted to her front door. The bell chimed loudly as she faced the shadow through the door's small windows above her.

"Cal.?" he knocked, "It's Eric!" She froze: palms and face were a wet mess and as her head laid against the door, her countenance couldn't contain itself.

Eric shuffled about as he patiently waited. He peeked at the luxurious car, sensing its engine cooling off after its long drive, where was she...?

WHAM! He jumped back and stared at her ruby face.

"You alright?" he asked concerned.

"Yes!" she yelled.

"Why're you crying?"

"I'm," she stuttered in frustration, "I'm crying because of you!"

"What?" he stepped closer.

Calleigh struggled to calm down and he couldn't help but notice her palm clenching the door knob turning pink.

"How could you just come back and expect things to be okay?"

"Didn't you get my message?" he glanced around in fear of them being heard.

"No, no matter what it might have been I'm still angry!" she drew in quick breaths. As long as he could remember since the accident, whenever she got extremely mad she'd hyperventilate - it worried him.

"Hey calm down will you," he pushed himself forward, "let's talk inside."

"Why'd you just up and leave like that huh?" Eric gently pushed her inside and closed the door, despite the fact that she tried to push him out. "It's not fair to me, or, or the relationship - I thought you weren't coming back!"

Large, beautiful, sad eyes pleaded him.

"I'm sorry, okay? Jesus, Calleigh - please calm down. I already told you I needed some time off, the cases and drama were driving me mad. You know my intent was never this." Eric rested his palms on her shoulders. Her green eyes weren't able to look away and he suddenly pressed his lips to hers.

You look kinda cute when you're mad

your eyes are pretty when you look sad

nothing's like a salty kiss, tasting the tears,

the tears on your lips

"No," she shrugged away and huffed, "you shouldn't have left without telling me you were coming back, Eric!"

"I know, I know," he apologized sincerely.

She hadn't realised his arms now around her back and waist, neither did she realise how easily he got her to calm down to just free flowing tears. They stood amazingly close with their eyes gleaming into one another's.

"I hate you! I hate how you led me on for nothing..." she tried to remain aggravated but it was long gone. Her anger had turned into sobs.

"I hate myself, too." He played into her right into her own emotions, placing kisses on her cheek and forehead.

"I mean it..." Eric swallowed her words as he brought his lips to hers once more, reducing her sentense to a worthless moan.

We always forgive and forget

it's funny how we feel no regret

cats and dogs and black and white

picking a fight, we're feeling alright

Soon all space was decreased between them when his palm cupped her cheek and the other tugged her closer.

"Stop," she begged. Eric released her lips for air and more skin along her long neck while she stretched it to the side. Her breaths warmed his ear as he propped her up on the wall and explored.

"Why, don't you..." she continued.

"Carry me to the couch?" he teased.

"... listen to me?"

"Fine."

We should break up

'cause baby I love it when we kiss and make up.

Eric lifted her body and she tightened her legs around him. Slowly, between numerous kisses and her clawing his face, they finally met her couch.

"Be, careful," she warned, her face and hair glued to his.

His body leaned over the soft cushions, hers being pulled by gravity, and threw her down.

"Uh!" Eric laughed at her landing helplessly. Strands of blonde buried her face but he could see the 'o' her mouth was shaped in. And her legs hung from his hips.

"Oops," he smirked.

Then cleverly, she pulled him down on the couch using her legs. He held her arms secure above her head and teased her some more.

"No, officer - I don't, deserve this - stop," she smiled against his lips.

C'mon baby let it all out

it's easy to get caught in a round-about

better let off the steam

than blow a fuse, if you know I mean

And that's how it all started. Song: Break Up (Cascada Remix)