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

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Calleigh opened her son's door slowly and sighed, seeing the flashlight shining under the thin blanket.

"James Timothy Speedle if you don't put that book down," she started.

"It's good." came the muffled reply of the eleven year old.

"Oh it's good?" Calleigh asked humourously, flipping the light on. James poked his head out from under the blanket as his mother sat down. "Well I don't care. It's almost midnight and you have school tomorrow. How many more pages do you have to go?"

"Three."

Calleigh grabbed the book and looked at the wide margin of pages left. She raised a thin eyebrow and the boy grinned sheepishly.

"Sixty-three."

Calleigh chuckled lightly and put the bookmark in the book.

"You can finish it tomorrow." she said. "Good night."

She leaned down and kissed the messy head of curls.

"Night Mom." James lay back down and Calleigh walked out, shut the light off, and closed the door. She peeked into Meghan's room and smiled, seeing she was asleep. Calleigh closed the door and walked into her bedroom. She rifled through some drawers and grabbed a t-shirt and shorts, changed, and got into bed. Her arm instinctively went to the other side of the bed, though it went around nothing. Calleigh sighed and closed her eyes tightly, hoping she'd fall asleep quickly. But every time she did, she got flashes of that horrible day, the day Tim died.

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James walked around his school library and saw his twin sitting at a computer.

"Do you always spend lunch sitting at a computer?" he teased, sitting down. Meghan quickly exited the site she was on and looked over at her brother.

"No. I was just doing some research."

"On?"

"Something. It's not important."

"Well obviously it's important if you're hiding it from me. C'mon. I won't tell Mom."

"It was nothing." Meghan grabbed her backpack and walked away.

"Meg, wait!" James grabbed the folder that floated to the ground. His sister didn't hear him as she was already walking out the door. James shrugged and opened it up. It was a bunch of papers on their father.

"What the..." James raced down the hallway after Meghan. "MEGHAN WAIT!"

"Mr. Speedle!" Mrs. Tyler screeched, walking out of her classroom. "Lower your voice!"

"Sorry." he apologized, quickly going after Meghan. He grabbed her arm and Meghan tried to shake his hand loose.

"Stop James!" she snapped, pulling his hand off her. "What's your problem?"

"I should be asking you that!" he spat, throwing the folder at her. "What is this?"

"It's none of your business." Meghan muttered.

"I think it is when our dad comes into the picture."

"Oh shut up! You don't even remember him so it doesn't matter."

"Yeah well neither do you. Don't talk about this at home. You'll just make Mom upset. And stop looking through all of it! It's not going to bring him back."

"Yeah? How do you know?"

"Because a bunch of silly articles don't bring dead people alive!" James yelled, his brown eyes flaming with fury.

"You don't understand Jimmy!" Meghan exclaimed.

"You're crazy. That's what it is." he snapped. "You've totally lost it."

"Like I said, you don't understand."

"I don't think you understand Meghan." James muttered, walking away.

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"Hey, hold the elevator!" Eric shouted. A hand held the door and he smiled, seeing Meghan and James standing there. "Hey guys."

"Hi." they mumbled.

"Everything okay?"

"Peachy." James said.

"Uncle Eric, do you think it's possible if everything you thought wasn't true?" Meghan asked, giving her brother a glare. Eric glanced between the twins.

"Well yeah."

"Psycho." James muttered under his breath.

"Be nice to your sister." Eric ordered gently. "You guys coming to see your mom?"

"No. We're coming to see the tooth fairy." James said sarcastically.

"You know, you're just like your dad. So sarcastic." Eric reached out to ruffle James's hair and he ducked, leaning against the wall. "What's got you two all in a huff?"

"Meghan has a new obsession." James replied.

"It's not an obsession." she defended.

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

Eric was very glad when the elevator opened up on the CSI floor.

"Is not!" Meghan screamed, stamping her foot.

"Is too. You're a freak. You know what? You're a daddy's girl that can't understand what happened!" James yelled. The whole lab seemed to freeze as Calleigh walked towards her children.

"Get in my office. Now."