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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Leanna woke, startled by a warm, wet sensation between her legs, something she'd never felt before. She glanced at the bedside clock – five thirty in the morning. While she struggled to sit up, a contraction racked her body, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Lea?" Tim asked groggily, rubbing his eyes as he began to wake. "You okay?"

"My water broke," she explained. "This is it."

"You sure?" Tim asked curiously, already up and dressing into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt.

"I'm very sure," she stated. "It's time to go."

Tim shoved his feet into a pair of worn sneakers and ran his fingers through his unruly hair. He crossed to Leanna's side of the bed to help her stand. "You okay?" he asked once she was upright.

"Fine," she answered. "I need something to put on, this nightgown is all wet."

Tim threw open the closet door and pulled out a maternity top and a pair of stretchy black pants.

"Perfect," she congratulated him, lifting the gown over her head.

"You're having a baby, Lea, not doing a fashion show," he teased, reaching for the bedside phone while she dressed. He dialed the hospital and asked for Labor and Delivery. "Hi, this is Tim Speedle, my wife Leanna is active labor." He listened for a minute, then chuckled, "yeah, yeah, we're sure this time."

"Doc wasn't kidding when he told me I'd know," she complained as another contraction hit. She struggled into her shoes; then held her hands out for Tim to help her off the bed again.

He drove quickly, but safely, guiding the Tahoe into a spot near the hospital doors that led right to Labor and Delivery. There was very little activity at nearly six in the morning. Another contraction hit right as they stepped through the automatic doors. A nurse greeted them immediately. "Yup, looks pretty real to me!" The cheery nurse loaded Leanna into a wheelchair and patted her shoulder. "Hi, Leanna," she said brightly.

"Hi, Katie," Leanna answered as Tim's pager went off.

"You've got to be kidding me," he said angrily, snatching the offending pager off his hip. He frowned as he read the display. "Take care of my girl, Katie, I gotta make a phone call."

"You got it, Tim," she said, wheeling Leanna away. "We'll be in Room 4."

Tim took the cell phone out of his pocket and dialed. "This is Detective Speedle, I was paged." He listened for a minute then sighed. "Yeah, okay, I'll get someone in to take care of it in a few minutes. Thanks."

He disconnected and dialed another number. Horatio's cell phone rang to voice mail, so Tim tried again. Horatio answered on the fourth ring. "What?" he said angrily.

"Good morning to you to, H," Tim teased. "I've got a problem. Coast Guard found the boat and they are bringing Harmon in."

"So what's the problem?" Horatio asked, his voice still husky with sleep.

"Leanna's in labor. We're at the hospital now."

"You sure this time?" he asked.

Tim laughed. "Pretty positive. Her water broke and the contractions are coming faster."

"Okay, hang on a minute." Tim heard Horatio trying to wake Calleigh. The ballistics expert was stubborn, but Horatio finally got her on her feet by saying, "You better get up and go meet your godchild."

Horatio returned to the line a minute later. "Okay, I'm up and I'll page everyone, Calleigh's on her way to sit with you."

"H, that's really not necessary," Tim argued.

Horatio laughed deeply. "Yeah, right, try and stop her. You know first hand how stubborn my wife is when she wants to be."

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"Where are Tim and Leanna?" Jonathan asked curiously when the team re- assembled thirty minutes later.

"They are a little busy," Horatio answered with a grin. "Baby Speedle has decided to make his or her first appearance."

"Fine, I'm going to go in and question Harmon," Jonathan stated, rising from the conference chair he'd just sat down in.

"You do that, and I'll go have a talk with Angela," Horatio answered, following the agent into the hallway. "Parks, don't go beating Dr. Harmon up if he doesn't give you the information you want. He doesn't have an Ambassador outranking him, and I'd hate for you to get sued."

"Yeah," Jonathan answered weakly, opening the door to the interrogation room and shutting it behind him.

Horatio continued a little further down the hallway, into the breakroom where a female officer was sitting with Angela, watching early morning cartoons.

"Angela," Horatio said gently, sitting down beside the seven-year-old. "My name is Horatio."

The little girl laughed. "It's a funny name, I know," Horatio stated, laughing along with her. "Angela, though, is a beautiful name."

"Thank you," she answered politely.

"Angela," Horatio said again, "I need to ask you a few questions and then, we'll let you see your Mom."

The girl's eyes went dark at the mention of her mother, intriguing Horatio even further. "Where's my Daddy?" she asked quietly. "Is he in trouble?"

"Yes," he stated plainly. "Yes, Angela, he is. Daddy's aren't supposed to take their daughters without the Mom's permission."

"But I want to be with my Daddy," she argued. Tiny tears fell from her beautiful blue eyes. "My Daddy loves me."

"Your Mom doesn't?" Horatio asked gently.

"No," Angela answered weakly. "She's mean to me. She says mean things and she never spends any time with me."

"I'm sorry to hear that Angela. Did you tell your Daddy about that?"

"Yes," she nodded furiously. "I tell Daddy everything."

"Good," he said, "That's good, Angela. What kind of mean things does your Mom say to you?"

"She tells me that she doesn't love me and she wishes I was never born." Angela's voice squeaked out the response, causing Horatio's heart to break.

"But your Daddy loves you, and I know for a fact he's glad you were born," Horatio told her, placing an encouraging arm around her shoulder.

"Can I see him?" she asked, sinking into Horatio's kind embrace.

"I'll tell you what, Angela, I'll make that happen, okay?"

TBC...