Disclaimer: I don't own anyone that you know. Everyone else belongs to me. I wish I owned Tim Speedle but sadly no, I don't.

Spoilers: all of season 1 and 2. Lost son and pro per never happend. Under the influence did tho.

Author's Note: Ok yeah so spoilers for under the unfluence. But Ryan doesn't exsist. And Speed's still alive. You see if you knew me at all then you would know that I live in a nice little world called um...DENIAL!

Author's Note 2: I got this idea from the s4 finale of csi: las vegas so i owe it to grissom who gave us the line "Come on i'll take you home." I also got this idea from talks with my friend Katie. Katie you rock! I'm not sure how long this fic will last probably only a few chapters but hey its still Talleigh goodness so why should it matter?

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She'd always wondered when it end. Ever since she was a little girl. The yelling, fighting, hitting, beating, glasses breaking. She always wondered when it end. When she moved out of the house and made something of herself she thought that was the day, the day she didn't have to worry about it all anymore. Worry about him. But she was wrong. Some how her father had managed to still make her feel guilty even as a grown women. And still to this day she picked him up from the bar and helped him through his hangover. Everyone on her team and been supportive. Well all most all of them except one. Don't get her wrong he was there for her. But...he seemed...distant.

Calleigh sighed as her alarm went off. When it went off it meant another day of dead bodies, stress, her father (Possibly), but also it meant that one man that she just couldn't seem to get off her mind. She didn't know why but no matter what she did her mind was wrapped around Tim Speedle. Which was a scary thought because her and Tim were complete opposites. She loved guns, he hated them. She was cheerful he was just... grouchy. But still no matter what she did she couldn't get him off her mind. And the dreams weren't helping matter's much either.

Calleigh smiled as she walked into CSI. "Good morning."

"Morning baby." started Alexx. "Sleep well."

"You know it." replied Calleigh in her southern drawl. Tim rolled his eyes and Calleigh eyed him. "What's got your boxers all in a twist?"

"Nothing...I just don't understand how you can be so happy its...7 in the morning."

"Well that's why god invented this little thing called Coffee." said Calleigh holding up her starbuck's cup.

Tim nodded. "Right..be careful that stuff will rot your stomach."

"Don't you just say the sweetest things."

Alexx smirked but bit back a remark and went back to her newspaper. Tim got up. "Excuse me ladies but uh...I believe trace is calling my name. I'm still back logged from yesterday."

"See you later Timmy."

"Bye Tim. See you on the field?"

"You know it." Tim smirked and beant over by Calleigh's ear. "I uh...I don't wear boxers."

Calleigh blushed brightly and turned away so Tim couldn't see her face. Tim let out a small laugh and walked out of the breakroom. If it was one thing Tim Speedle did well was make a girl go weak at the knees.

Alexx laughed. "You two just need to sleep together and get it over with."

"Alexx!"

"What I only speak the truth."

Calleigh looked down at the floor.

"Oh my you do like him don't you?"

"No."

"Calleigh Marie Duquesne you can't lie to me."

Calleigh let out a groan. "Ok...I do ok. But maybe just a little. Its not my fault he's so...so...so...its not my fault he's so.." Calleigh let out a sigh and plopped down on the couch. "Gorgeous."

Alexx laughed. "Honey you have got it bad."

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"So did Horatio tell you what we were looking for?" asked Tim.

Calleigh shook her head as she scanned the scene again with her crimelight. "No. He just said don't come back til we find something."

Tim sighed. "We'll be here forever. This guy new how to cover his tracks."

"Well you know what they say-"

"What's that?"

"It's not over til the fat lady sings."

Tim looked at Calleigh with one of his famous Speedle expressions. "Right."

Calleigh smirked and began to look at the carpet by the nightstand. "Oh hey Tim."

"What did you find?"

"Nothing...I just wanted to say thanks for recharging my crimelight this time."

Tim sighed. "It happend once. How many times are you going to bring that up?"

"Until you get sick of it."

"Well i'm sick of it."

"Well I'm not. I like to tease you."

"Oh really well what-"

Tim stopped short causing Calleigh to look at him. "What is it?"

"I think...I may have found something."

Calleigh went to say something but her phone rang. "Duquesne."

"Lambchop."

"Daddy...what's uh..what's wrong?"

Tim looked up at Calleigh. Her smile was gone and she suddenly had a worried expression on her face. "I'm uh...in a little bit of trouble lambchop...now I know I know I said I wouldn't anymore but..."

"I'll be there in 15." Calleigh sighed and hung up her phone. "I-"

"Go. I got this. I'l explain it to H."

"Are you sure?"

"Cal, go. I got this."

Calleigh smiled. She made a mental note to thank him later and then she grabbed her kit and left.

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"Come on Daddy in the car."

Calleigh was about to close the door when Kenwall stuck his arm out to keep the door from closing. "I'm really sorry lambchop."

"Me too Daddy. Me too."

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Calleigh sighed as she walked into the locker room. Seeing Tim button up his black shirt. "You goin home?"

Tim turned around. "Yeah. I wrapped up the case."

Calleigh closed her eyes. "I'm sorry."

Tim shrugged. "Its ok. Don't worry about it."

"No Tim its not fair. You've come in early and have worked overtime for the last 3 days. And me spacing out on you at the scene today wasn't very fair."

"Calleigh I said it was fine."

"Let me make it up to you."

Tim smirked. "What did you have in mind?"

TBC...It'll get better. I promise. Just let me know what you think in a review please and thank you. Oh by the way I haven't forgot about Did I Make A Mistake and You think you know A Person I jsut got severe writters block. Sorry.