Disclaimer: I own anyone you don't recognize. Everyone else belongs to Anthony Zuiker.

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Tim heard Calleigh talking quietly and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. He nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck, softly caressing the skin there with his lips. Calleigh tried to ignore her husband and concentrate on her phone call.

"Mhmm. Yes I know. It was a shame the last time. Of course. I'll tell him. I'll have to force him to come," Calleigh laughed. "No it wasn't early Susan."

Tim stopped his oral assault and froze when he heard his mother's name.

"Okay. Bye." Calleigh tossed the phone away and reached a hand up behind her, whacking Tim in the head lightly. "We're going to your parents' for Christmas."

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Tim sighed deeply as he drove down the snowy streets of Syracuse. Two weeks ago, he screamed, begged, even cried to Calleigh to not make him go to his parents. Now he had just gotten off a plane and was now driving towards his parents' house.

"I can't believe you made me do this." Tim said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I cannot believe you Calleigh."

"They are family Tim and it's the holidays. We haven't seen them in a long time." she said, not looking up from her magazine.

"Calleigh, we saw them in September."

"Correction, I saw them in September. You were unconscious."

"Oh I forgot." Tim said sarcastically. "Do you realize how insane this next week is going to be?"

"It's Christmas Tim!" Calleigh exclaimed. "It won't kill you!"

"Yeah it will."

"Stop it. If you give anyone an attitude, I will personally punish you." Calleigh warned. Tim snorted at this.

"What are you gonna give me a time out?" he asked.

"Oh I'll give you a time out alright. How does a little time out from sex sound?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh I would. I don't understand why you get so worked up coming up here."

"Because it's the fact that I have to deal with them." Tim replied. Calleigh sighed and rested her hand on Tim's leg and finally looked up at him.

"Baby, they only care about you."

"Sweetheart, caring is the understatement of the century. Possessive and obsessive is more like it."

"Don't miss the driveway." Calleigh pointed. Tim sighed and parked in the driveway.

"Can we just turn around and go home?" he asked, twisting in his seat to look at her.

"I'll make a deal with you. You give me two days up here. If you're not happy, we'll leave."

"Promise?"

"Swear to God. Okay? So two days. That's it and then we can go home if you're unhappy."

Tim nodded and leaned over. Calleigh met him halfway and kissed him softly. A snowball hit the windshield and Tim glanced out the large window. A boy around six years old was standing a few feet away, a smirk plastered to his face. In the rearview mirror, Tim could see two more boys, identical to the first, hiding in the bushes lining the driveway.

"I could kill my sister for having triplets." he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

"Two days." Calleigh reminded cheerfully, getting out of the car. She made her way towards the large house and passed the little boy, dropping a kiss on top of his head. "Hi Tommy."

"Hi Aunt Calleigh." he said sweetly, wrapping his arms around her waist. Tim rolled his eyes and warily opened the door. He knew it was an act. His nephews were terrors, even though they 'seemed' like perfect angels towards everyone else. Tim got out of the car and started towards the house he grew up in. "Hi Uncle Tim!"

"Hello Thomas." he said flatly. "Being good?"

"Yes."

"I highly doubt it. You can tell your demonic brothers to get out of the bushes."

Tommy didn't have to. Nicky and Jimmy tackled Tim to the ground, eliciting a groan out of the criminalist. Tommy joined his brothers and jumped on his uncle's chest.

"Do you have a surprise? Huh? Huh? Do ya? Do ya?" he asked.

"Yeah." Tim threw a fistful of snow at his nephew and rolled him off him but Tommy quickly moved back on him.

"We were playing with Furball." he said. Tim nodded. Furball, or more commonly known as Snowball, was his parents' fifteen year old cat.

"Did you kill him yet?" he asked.

"Nah. We buried him in the backyard in the fort though."

"Will you three stop bugging your uncle?"

Tim sighed as Tommy was lifted off his chest. Nicky and Jimmy were quickly removed from his legs and a manicured hand was shoved in his face.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue." Tim said sarcastically. His sister smiled as she pulled him up and hugged him tightly.

"Hey little brother."

"Hey Maggie."

"How you feeling?" she asked.

"Can't complain."

"You look better than the last time I saw you." Maggie said, a joking tone in her voice. Tim snorted and nodded.

"Yeah well, last time I was unconscious for a week."

"Mom will be happy to see you."

"Yeah. I'm counting the seconds." Tim said sarcastically. Maggie gave her younger brother a look.

"Timmy, she just cares about you."

"Yeah."

"She does. You had us all worried."

"About what?" Tommy piped up, tugging on Maggie's sleeve.

"None of your business." she replied. "Go inside. All three of you."

The triplets scampered off and Tim sighed.

"Why did you have to have three?" he asked.

"Get it all over at once." Maggie joked. "I don't know. You're the science guy. I'm sorry that I'm so fertile."

"Stop! I don't need to hear this shit." Tim groaned, rushing towards the door. Maggie just laughed and went after her brother.