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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"Lea?" Tim questioned, stepping into his kitchen. He estimated the temperature in the house to be equivalent to the temperature in a meat locker. He shivered involuntarily. "Baby, where are you?"

"I'm in here," she answered from the living room. She was propped up on the couch, patiently waiting his arrival. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a loose bun, leaving little curls to frame her face. So effortless and so beautiful Tim thought to himself, watching her massage her belly with her fingers.

"Hi," he said quietly, squatting down beside her. "You ready to go?"

She nodded and reached out to stroke the side of his face. "This could be it," she said happily.

"I can't wait," he answered truthfully, lifting her hand to place a small kiss on the back. He helped her rise from the couch, grabbing her hospital bag from its place beside the door leading into the garage. He loaded Leanna into her new Tahoe and helped her buckle her seat belt, snatching a quick kiss when he extended the strap around her.

"How far apart are the contractions?" he asked, buckling his seatbelt and maneuvering the Tahoe out of the garage, smiling happily as he caught a glimpse of the baby seat secured in the back seat.

"Several minutes," she said, "We've got plenty of time, my water hasn't even broken yet."

"So, you're never going to believe who's in Miami," he told her, unconsciously tapping his wedding ring on the steering wheel while he drove. "The kidnapped girl from Washington I was telling you about – turns out its Jonathan's case."

Leanna was stunned. "Jonathan, as in Parks?"

"The one and only," he answered. "He doesn't like me very much."

"I imagine not!" she laughed. "You only stole his fiancé and married her."

"I didn't steal anything," Tim argued gently, grinning. "You were mine all along."

"While I agree with you, darling, I don't think he sees it that way," she smiled brightly at her husband before another contraction hit. "Ouch," she said, rubbing her belly.

"I doubt you'll be saying 'Ouch' for long," Tim laughed. "A couple of hours from now you'll be screaming that you hate me."

"Don't forget the part about never letting you touch me again."

"I wouldn't dare," he grinned, bringing her left hand up to his lips. Her fingers were swollen and she'd given up wearing her engagement and wedding rings weeks ago. He placed a gentle kiss to the spot were the rings should be.

Minutes later he pulled into the hospital parking lot and began unloading his wife from the SUV. They checked in at the front desk in Labor and Delivery and were quickly ushered into a room. Leanna's doctor, Dr. Tallent, was already in the hospital, delivering another baby, which was exceptionally good luck for Tim and Leanna.

"Braxton Hicks," Dr. Tallent concluded after examining Leanna. He regarded Leanna's concern with kind eyes. "Go home and rest. I know this seemed really real, but trust me, you'll know the difference."

"Should she still be working?" Tim asked curiously.

"How much maternity leave can you take, Leanna?" the doctor asked.

"I'm due eight weeks of leave and I have four weeks of vacation that I need to use or lose," she answered, "so about twelve weeks total."

"I think it's time, then. I seriously doubt you'll last another two weeks. Probably deliver within the next four or five days." He patted her leg and rose from his stool.

"Five days with nothing to do, I think I'll go insane," she whined.

"Cheer up," Tim teased her gently, "If you get really bored, I'll let you create a profile on our kidnapper."

"Wow, honey, thanks, what would I do without you?" she said sarcastically.

"Let's hope you never have to find out," he answered.

"Well young lady, I will see you in two days for your regular check-up." The distinguished looking doctor offered Tim his hand. "Hopefully, I'll see you there, Tim, if you catch the bad guy."

"I'll do my best, Doc," Tim answered.

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"Braxton Hicks," Leanna answered Calleigh's unasked question as she waddled into headquarters with her husband.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Calleigh said sympathetically, "can I get you anything?"

"A delivery date of about two weeks ago?" Leanna asked hopefully.

"Can't help you there," Calleigh answered, rubbing Leanna's belly. The blonde leaned down and addressed the baby. "Hey there Little One, Aunt Calleigh's really ready to meet you. Don't you think it's time to make your grand appearance?"

The baby kicked a reply. "Apparently not," Leanna said, placing her hand over where the baby's foot had made contact with her belly. She turned to Tim, who just grinned. "Your kid's about to outstay his welcome."

"Or her welcome," Calleigh said brightly. "I haven't given up on a girl yet, thank you very much."

"Speedle, I'm glad your back." Jonathan approached them rapidly, stopping in his tracks when he saw Leanna. "Hello, Leanna," he said bitterly.

She smiled weakly. "Hello, Jonathan. You look well."

"You look, well, very pregnant," the agent responded uncomfortably.

Leanna rolled her eyes. "You always were good with compliments."

"Yeah, anyway, we've got something on the kid," Jonathan stated, turning his attention to Tim. "Turns out that Judge Harmon's husband isn't Angela's father. The real father is a Russian diplomat named Peter Milkonovich, and he just found out he had a daughter two months ago."

"Ex-husband," Leanna corrected him. "Judge Harmon and Doctor Harmon divorced two years ago."

"How did you know that?" Jonathan asked.

Leanna shrugged. "It was in the paper right before I came back here." She grabbed the case file from Tim's hands. "This him?" she asked, taking the photograph from the rear view mirror out of the file.

"Yup," Tim answered, viewing the photo again. "You see something?"

"He looks desperate," Leanna concluded, "But I guess I'd look desperate too if I was about to shoot a police officer. He's a diplomat, does that mean he has immunity?"

"Are you trying to take my case away from me Lea?" Tim grinned.

"I'm simply trying to help you solve it so that you can take some time off with me and the baby," she answered, returning his grin.

"If you two are done," Jonathan asked angrily, snatching the file from Leanna's hands, "I'd like to get back to catching this guy."

"Christ, Jonathan, you're moodier than I am," Leanna shot back, giving him a nasty glare. "At least I have an excuse."

"I have a case, Leanna, and what I don't need is some bored pregnant woman getting right in the middle of it."

Tim stepped between Jonathan and Leanna, glaring at the agent. "That pregnant woman is one of the best profilers in the country, Agent Parks, and what I don't need is you treating her with anything but the utmost respect. And bored or not, she could run circles around both you and I on her worst day."

Jonathan narrowed his eyes at Tim. "Are you finished?"

"Are you?" Tim shot back.

"For now," Jonathan answered, leaning past Tim. "Leanna, I'm sorry I insulted your abilities, it won't happen again." He turned on his heels and stalked down the hallway.

"What did you ever see in him?" Tim wondered aloud.

"He wasn't that bad before," Leanna defended herself over the ringing of Tim's cell phone, "I swear."

"Yeah, it's Speed," he answered.

"Hey, it's me," Eric stated. "A guy fitting Milkonovich's description was just picked up at a Wal-Mart in Broward County. Patrol's bringing him in now."

"What about the girl?" Tim questioned.

"No, but his shopping basket was full of little girl's clothes, Barbie Dolls, that kind of thing."

"All right," Tim sighed, "I'll go tell Special Agent Jackass."

TBC.....