Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to Anthony Zuiker and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory belongs to Tim Burton.
A/N: I don't know where this came from. I decided to torture poor Timmy a bit. It's just a tiny thing. This just goes to show how insane I am and that when writer's block attacks I will write down the weirdest thing and home that it works. Please be kind. Lol.
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"I'm bored." Tim whined. Calleigh nodded, very indulged in her newspaper.
"Hey let's go to the movies!" she said. "There's no cases."
"Yeah. You guys can go." Horatio nodded.
"Cool. What movie?" Eric asked.
"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is out." Calleigh said. "Mmm... Johnny Depp and I always loved the original Willy Wonka."
"He looks like a pedophile in that." Eric snorted.
"I just remembered I had some tests running." Tim said hastily, falling over his chair. "Uh... you... we... go ahead. I'll stay here."
"Hold on. Why won't you come?" Calleigh asked. "You weren't running any tests."
"Yes I was." Tim lied.
"No you weren't. What's going on?"
"Maybe he doesn't want to compete with for Capt. Jack Sparrow for your affections." Eric winked.
"I don't have to compete with him. She's already mine." Tim snapped.
"This I have to know though. Why won't you go see the movie?" Calleigh asked. Tim sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mumbling something quickly. "What?"
"Oompa Loompas scare me." he repeated.