Title: Cheating Hearts

Author: Kas

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Thanks.

Rating: T

Content Warning: Violence, language.

Character/Pairing: Speed/ Calleigh.

Prompt: #19 Home

Summary: Could two people ever learn to trust again after breaking each other's hearts? Sequel to "No Good."

AN: Thanks to Anni and Mari for all your help and inspiration. This story is for the both of you.

Calleigh frowned as she glanced at the clock on her nightstand; it was late and her boyfriend of three years still hadn't arrived home. Tim was supposed to be working late with Eric on a case but she hadn't heard from him since she arrived home six hours earlier and she was beginning to worry.

She reached for the phone and hit the redial number. The phone rang four times before going to voicemail and she sighed as she began to leave yet another message. "Hey Tim, it's me; I was just wondering where you were … it's lonely without you here. Just call me when you get this. I love you."

Frowning once more, she hung up before dialing Eric's number. "Hey Eric, it's Cal. Are you guys still at the lab?"

His answer worried her. Though they had been working late at the lab, they had finished for the night over an hour ago. Tim had told Eric that he was going to a grab a beer before heading back.

Her guts began to churn as her imagination raced; thoughts of Tim in an accident were the most prevalent. Calleigh grabbed a sweater off the back of her chair with one hand, and her keys with the other. She was going to find Tim.

As she drove through the dark Miami streets, a thought hit her. 'What if Tim didn't want to come home?' Though Tim had forgiven her for her indiscretion with Jake that occurred four months prior, things between the couple had changed. Things became tenser; they fought over the smallest of things. Tim swore that all was fine between them, but Calleigh knew different.

However, with each passing day, she vowed to make things work, to make their life together better because for her, Tim was worth the sacrifice. He was the great love of her life – he was the One.

Calleigh glanced through the window, desperate to spot the Ducati – Tim's beloved motorcycle. She furrowed her brows, trying recall the name of the bar that he liked to frequent; she had a feeling he would be there.

'Tammany Hall,' Calleigh realized. 'On Ocean and River Drive.' She made a u-turn as the light changed to green, speeding to her destination.

Moments later, she arrived at the bar and she smiled in relief as she saw Tim's bike parked underneath the streetlight. She paused in front of the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him before having to make her way through the crowded bar.

Calleigh froze at the sight before her; there was her boyfriend with his arms wrapped around the hips of his ex-girlfriend, Pam. She was leaning against the bar, her eyes batting flirtatiously. Tim dipped his head to whisper something in her ear and Calleigh could see the heat rise in Pam's cheeks. When Tim pulled away, she saw him smirk and brush her blonder hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

Her heart pounded against her chest and she could feel her stomach knot. Chewing on her bottom lip, Calleigh continued to watch, unable to turn away. She watched Pam sip on a fruity drink that she could only figure Tim had bought her.

At that moment, Tim pulled away and looked at his watch before reaching for his cell phone. He raised a finger to her and Pam nodded watching him with heated eyes as he headed to the back of the bar. Calleigh knew that it was late and chances were that Tim was going to check his messages. Sure enough, her cell phone began to ring but she chose to ignore it as she entered the bar.

Calleigh pushed her way through the crowded bar and grinned as she found a spot next to Pam. She hoped she appeared inconspicuous as she offered a friendly smile before signaling the barkeep. She ordered a shot of whiskey and handed a five dollar bill with the understanding that he could keep the change.

"Rough day?"

Calleigh turned to Pam, who was eyeing the shot she had in her hand. "Excuse me?"

"You sure you look like you have a problem. Man trouble?"

Calleigh arched her brow at her comment. Chuckling, she nodded. "You have no idea." With the tilt of her head, she downed the liquor and Calleigh tried hard not to grimace as it burned its way down her throat. "That guy you were with before… he's hot."

"And an even better kisser," Pam finished with a grin. "I think I'm gonna get lucky tonight."

"Really?" Calleigh asked her attention fully on the blond in front of her. In some instances, she could see what Tim saw in her; the mere fact that she too was a blond was eating at her something terrible. Putting the glass down, she forced a sweet smile to the surface as she quickly scanned the bar for any instances of him returning. With no sign of him, she re-centered her focus, her green eyes becoming sharp and steadying on her. "What makes you think so?"

"Ah, did you see him? We've been on and off for a while, I kind of know how he works. Sometimes , he would come to me just to talk and such, but here lately, something's got him in the mood, if you get my meaning," Pam winked as she turned her head quickly, her shoulder length blond curls following her. Calleigh scowled as she gripped the glass tighter, her mind running.

So, he's been with her, Calleigh thought, the feeling of needing to move coursing through her. 'He left no room for regret, kept his dick wet with his same old safe bet. He went back to what he knew… ' Ideas formulated and raced, seeking the perfect retribution. She was hurting, and the only way she could alleviate it would be to inflict that same pain on to him. And she knew just how to do it.

Getting up, she spotted him as he entered the bar once more, Pam waving to him emphatically. Calleigh's gaze fixed on his line of sight, postulating that he didn't even see her. The excitement that Pam held served as a knife burrowing deep into her heart, and the intense feeling of getting away increased.

"Hey, where are you going? I wanted you to meet him," Pam asked, turning back to her. Calleigh smiled once more and shook her head.

"Once you've met one, you've met them all, practically," she intoned sweetly.

"Oh, not Timmy," Pam gushed, "He's one in a million."

"I bet," Calleigh responded under her breath. Pam narrowed her brow but then let it go as Calleigh started walking away, "No thanks. Nice talking to you."

Tim came to her side as he looked in the direction in which she had exited, seeing only a sliver of what he thought to be blonde hair and returned his hands to her hips, " Who was that?"

"I don't know, but she was pretty nice," Pam responded, "Now what was this you were saying?"

Outside, Calleigh walked towards her car, the clicking of her heels being the only constant sound on the asphalt. Her intentions were clear now, and popping the trunk, she reached in to grab the aluminum baseball bat that she had been meaning to give back to Horatio after their interoffice baseball game. Holding it in her hands, she gazed at the sliver tone and felt the weight, swinging it to its full potential. With one hand, she closed the trunk and scanned the parking lot, a devious smile crossing her lips. Her gait became easier as she approached, one thought being prevalent as the gleaming canary yellow bike that he so loved stood bathed in the street light.

For a split second, she paused. 'Come off it Duquesne. You are better than this. This isn't you at all – talk about crossing the line You are a Detective for the Miami PD. You are putting everything on the line.' However, the thought left as quickly as it arrived. She couldn't help but think about Pam's comments about her and Tim sharing a bed – and on more than one occasion. She on the other hand, had Calleigh justified, slept only with Jake once.

Rage filled Calleigh and at that moment, as her heart shattered into a million pieces, she swung the bat down, aiming for the headlights. The sound of glass shattering filled the night and clear crystals decorated the ground. Blood boiling, she swung once more, this time aiming for the side view mirrors. It took a few swings, but she was victorious in denting the metal and cracking the mirrors. Glass crunched underneath her heels as she continued her assault.

Moments later, Calleigh reached for keys that were dug deep in her pocket. She dug her key into the side of the chassis, scraping it. Figuring the damage she had inflicted still was not enough; Calleigh bent down and jammed the key into the back tire, puncturing it. Air hissed out of the tire and she moved to the front of the bike, doing the same to the front tire.

Calleigh smiled in satisfaction as she took a step back to assess the damage she had done.

TBC...