The phone at the manor rang. Piper reluctantly headed towards it. She was leery of leaving Wyatt alone with Chris. Her irritation rose when she saw Chris on her monitor. "Why are you not here yet?" She asked.

"Sorry, Mom, I'm not going to make it to dinner. I'll explain later," he stated with a sideways look, indicating that he was not alone. "I actually need to speak to Wyatt," his tone apologetic.

Piper quirked a brow and pursed her lips. "Wyatt! Chris is on the phone for you."

Wyatt headed towards the video monitor, "Chris, what's up? Mom is not happy; this dinner thing is kind of tense right now and your twin is not YOU. When are you going to get here?"

"I kind of have a situation…" Chris started.

"Another one?" Wyatt asked with a slight grin, "How many situations can you have in one day?"

Chris leveled an unamused green glare at his brother. "Get to the loft, Wyatt, we have a family emergency."

"We're with family," The other Chris sauntered over, "Bring your emergency over." He suggested.

Chris turned his glare to himself, "My emergency is freaked enough without overwhelming her with the whole family."

Chris 2 became all business, "Innocent?"

Chris nodded, "Now can we fix this situation?"

"We'll be right over," Chris told himself as he hung up. He turned to Piper, "Sorry, Mom, our reunion has to wait…"

"Duty calls," she supplied with a knowing smile. She hugged him and turned to Wyatt, hugging him as well.

"Sorry, Mom. Rain check?" Wyatt asked with a grin.

Piper grinned her answer.

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"You're insane if you think I'm going to your apartment. I don't know you." The blonde stated angrily.

Chris was fed up with her attitude. He mocked her by crossing his arms over his chest and leaning to the side. For good measure, he started tapping a foot. "You want answers, right?" He asked rhetorically. "I don't want to wait here for your demon friend to come back," he reminded her. "My family has a big "no exposure of magic" rule, and my Mom is scarier than you. So, we can get out of public and answer your questions fully or you can stand here and be demon bait," he shrugged, "Your choice."

He was happy that the new witch didn't have the power to kill with her looks because the one she was giving him would have caused a painful slow death.

"Some choice," she gritted, "Fine, but I warn you, if you or your brothers try anything funny…" she let her threat dangle, leaving his imagination to finish it. Unfortunately, Chris had a very fertile imagination.