Disclaimer - I don't own these characters, including Tim Speedle (sigh), but hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

Pairings - Tim/OC, Eric/Valera, Horatio/Calleigh

Rating - To be determined

Summary - Sequel to Three Hundred Sixty Five Days and Love Lost Returned. A Miami cop is killed by a kidnapper wanted by the FBI in Washington D.C., bringing Leanna's fiancé Jonathan to Miami while she and Tim await the birth of their child.

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Horatio assembled his team in the conference room. Speed was seated at his left, Eric at his right, indicating to all present that the two men were in charge of the investigation. Horatio was simply here as their boss and Calleigh was prepared to present her ballistics report on the gun used to kill Officer Rodriguez.

The feds arrived right on time, led by their Miami counterpart, Bill Watson. A man about Tim's age caught his attention. He was tall – taller even than Speed, with wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes. His movements were very formal, controlled, and somehow, Speed felt like he should know this man.

He stuck his hand out to the agent. "Tim Speedle, CSI."

The agent took his hand and stared Tim down with steely eyes. "I figured as much. Jonathan Parks, FBI."

Jonathan Parks, Leanna's former fiancé. She'd been engaged to Jonathan when she'd returned to Miami to help them catch a serial killer targeting recently married couples.

"Jonathan, wow," Tim's shock was reflected in his voice. "I can't say I was expecting you to come down here."

The agent offered Tim a tight half-smile. "It's my case, Detective," he answered bitterly, "I'm not about to let you cops handle it." The way Jonathan said "cops" made Tim's blood boil.

"By the way," he continued, "How's Leanna?"

Tim couldn't help himself, he smiled at the mention of his wife's name. "She's fine, perfect. We're expecting a baby in the next two weeks."

"How lovely for you," Jonathan spat out, taking the seat at the opposite end of the table.

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"So basically, we've got the make and model of the car from the video tape we retrieved from Officer Rodriguez's patrol car. You can see Angela very plainly in the back of the vehicle dropping the cup onto the sidewalk." Speed stopped the videotape that was playing for the group.

"No license plate?" Parks asked.

"No," Tim shook his head. "We have an APB out for all vehicles this make, model and color."

"He's ditched the car by now," Parks answered, forcefully sliding the still photographs of the car back across the table. "You got nothing."

"We also got this," Speed said smugly, handing Jonathan another photograph. "We were able to get a picture of our suspect from the tape when he looked into the rear view mirror."

Jonathan shook his head and sighed. "And how does this help?"

"We've got a picture of the suspect and pictures of the little girl," Speed answered, his voice teaming with rage. "How exactly do you figure this doesn't help?"

"What are you going to do, Speed, that's your nickname, right? Are you going to ask everybody in Miami Dade County if they've seen Angela or the suspect?"

Speed slammed the photographs onto the table and shook his head. Horatio sensed his protégé's fury and decided to step in. "What we thought, Agent Parks, was that the kidnapper may have some connection to Judge Harmon. Maybe she'll recognize him, but I'm sure you've already thought of that."

Parks smiled slyly at Horatio. "Of course I have, Lieutenant. I'll need to get that picture scanned so that we can send it to the D.C. office."

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"What a dickhead!" Tim screamed when he was safely tucked inside Horatio's soundproof office. "Who the hell does he think he is?"

Horatio sat calmly at his desk, watching Speed pace the floor. "He's a bitter ex, suddenly thrust into his former fiancée's life, working a case with her husband."

"What's your point?" Tim frowned, flopping into a chair opposite Horatio's neatly kept desk.

"I don't guess I have one," Horatio grinned, silently wondering if Tim's child would have the same sulking ability his father did. "But it got you to stop pacing the floor."

"Funny." Tim yanked his ringing cell phone from his hip. "Yeah?" he answered.

"Honey, I think I'm in labor," Leanna stated, much calmer than Tim would have expected her to be.

"WHAT?" he cried, not calm at all and jumping from the chair. Horatio rose with him, waiting patiently for Tim to tell him what was going on. "Okay, I'm on my way, just stay right there, don't move and do your breathing." He snapped the phone shut and started out the door.

"Speed?" Horatio said gently, causing the younger man to turn back around.

"Leanna, labor, got to go," he said breathlessly, running straight into Jonathan as he flew down the hallway.

"Speedle, we've got something," Parks said, handing a stunned Speed a file. Tim stared at him wordlessly.

"I'll take that," Horatio answered, taking the file away from Tim. "Speed, go – NOW!" he commanded.

Tim nodded and started down the hall again.

"Where the hell is he going?" Parks asked angrily.

"He may be having a baby," Horatio stated, leading Jonathan into his office. "And quite frankly, my godchild comes first."

"What about my case?"

Horatio smiled gently. "Your case is going to get solved, Agent Parks. Now, what did you find?"

Parks considered Horatio for a moment before answering. "Judge Harmon recognized the suspect all right. It's her former lover and Angela's biological father."

Horatio nodded. "Name?"

"Peter Milkonovich, he works for the Russian Embassy."

"Diplomatic immunity?" Horatio questioned.

"Maybe yes, maybe no. The Russians may be willing to work with us, but he probably won't serve time in the States."

Horatio sighed. "Well serving time somewhere is better than nowhere at all."

"Yeah," Parks answered, rising from the chair, "Now we just have to catch the guy."

TBC............