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 – PG-13

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 ex-fiancé Jonathan to Miami while she and Tim await the birth of their child.

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"What the hell is this?" Judge Harmon screamed at Horatio, Tim and Jonathan. "Why can't I see my daughter?"

Tim eyed Horatio, allowing his boss to take the lead. "Angela, Your Honor," Horatio's voice was dripping with sarcasm at the words "your honor", "is in protective custody right now."

The judge glared at Horatio. "She's in what?"

"Department of Human Services, Judge Harmon," Speed took over. "They are keeping Angela until this situation is resolved."

"What situation would that be?" her lawyer, Mark Davis asked curiously.

Speed dropped a thick stack of documents onto the interrogation room table, then pointed at them. "Drug trafficking, child abuse. Your ex-husband got the goods on you."

The judge sneered at him. "Don't you have anything better to do with your time, Detective?"

Speed nodded. "As a matter of fact, I have a newborn son who is thirty-six hours old," he answered, checking his watch. "I'd really rather be with them, but unfortunately, this comes first."

"This is really quite impressive, Your Honor," Jonathan said, flipping through the papers. "In July of 1996, you heard the case of a young man by the name of Ilya Petrosa, given over to federal prosecutors by a known drug trafficking ring. Ironically, it's the same ring you are apparently associated with. What happened, Judge, did the money impress you? Or was it the power?"

Judge Harmon stared at Jonathan with steely blue eyes. "Did Peter tell you all this, Agent Parks? Are you going to believe the word of a smarmy, disgusting Russian diplomat over a powerful, respected federal judge?"

Jonathan shook his head. "I believe the evidence, Judge Harmon. And all the evidence points to the fact that you were involved."

"Are you using too, Judge Harmon?" Horatio asked curiously.

"How dare you?" she shot back, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this."

"What happens with addicts, Judge Harmon, is that they need more and more of the drug to get the same result." Horatio tossed still photographs from Dr. Harmon's video surveillance on the table. "I think this happened while you were down, Judge Harmon."

The judge picked up the photograph and examined it closely. "What did she do?" Speed asked sarcastically, his chocolate eyes filled with rage. "Drop her dolly on the floor? Is that why you were beating her like that?"

"Angela," the judge stated coldly, "is an undisciplined child. Just like her father. Michael showed her too much love. She is out of control."

"Maybe she just misses her father," Speed said thoughtfully.

"Michael is not her father," she answered.

"The only father she's known," he shot back. "Seven years, Angela's known one father and then all of sudden he decides to get married again and oh, wait a minute, he's not her real father after all?"

Before the judge could answer, Horatio stepped in. "See, the problem is, Judge Harmon, that we definitely have you on child abuse charges, which is enough to get you removed from the bench and lose your daughter."

Jonathan smiled. "And, a full investigation will be opened into the drug- trafficking ring. The DEA is going to have a field day with this one," he laughed.

"Could we have a minute?" Davis asked quickly.

Horatio nodded. "We'll even give you two," he said, stepping into the hallway with his protégé and Agent Parks behind him.

Speed stood outside the one-way mirror, watching Judge Harmon confer with her lawyer. "She's gonna want a deal," he said glumly.

"Doesn't matter," Jonathan shook his head. "We've already got enough to remove her from the bench, which is the greatest punishment of all for a woman like that."

"You'd think losing her daughter would be the greatest punishment."

Jonathan smiled gently. "Some people weren't meant to be parents. Speaking of which, congratulations on the baby." He stuck his hand out to a stunned Tim. "I heard you named him Nicholas."

"Thanks," Speed stammered. "And yeah, his name is Nicholas."

Jonathan rested his arms against the mirror's sill. "I was dreading coming down here. I wanted to hate you so much for stealing Leanna from me. But then I realized, even during the time we were together, I could tell that I didn't complete her. Not the way I always thought you should complete the person you're going to marry. Then I saw the two of you together, and as much as it hurt me, you two fit – you complete each other."

"She was always had good thing to say about you," Speed answered. "Said you were a good man."

"I appreciate your help on this, Speed," Jonathan said, turning his attention back to the judge. "Maybe you cops aren't so bad after all," he grinned.

Speed laughed. "Maybe you feds aren't so bad either."

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"Hi," Leanna said brightly when Tim stepped into the hospital room.

"Hey," he answered, crossing the large room to the bed and sitting down beside her. Nicholas was breastfeeding, and Tim stroked his son's curly dark hair with his fingertips.

"So, what happened with the judge?" Leanna asked curiously, switching Nicholas to the other breast.

Tim marveled for a moment at how quickly women pick up on being mothers. His silent fear was that he wouldn't be any good at being a father. "Uh, she's working on a deal with the feds to turn over the other members of the ring," he answered.

"What about Angela?"

Tim shook his head. "Judge Harmon has lost Angela for good. A judge in D.C. awarded custody to her sister-in-law."

"The aunt Dr. Harmon said Horatio could trust?"

He nodded. "Yeah, her husband was Judge Harmon's brother. He was a Marine and was killed a little over a year ago in combat."

Leanna looked down at Nicholas, who had suddenly stopped nursing. "He's asleep," she said quietly, turning him gently in her arms. She stroked the infant's cheek. "He looks like you," she told Tim, scooting over on the bed to make room for him.

"I was hoping he'd get your hair, not mine," Tim frowned, fingering the thick, jet-black curls on Nicholas' head.

"No way, I'm glad he looks like you. He's going to be beating girls off with a stick," she grinned.

"Oh yeah right, like I EVER had that problem," he answered sarcastically.

"Personally, I'm glad YOU didn't," she said, tilting her head up to kiss her husband. "So what about Peter?"

Speed sighed heavily, resting his head back on Leanna's pillow. "We're having a sweet romantic moment and you have to go and ruin it."

"Sue me," she giggled, "you can take the girl out of the fed, but not the fed out of the girl."

"Milkonovich is going to be serving a very long prison sentence in Russia," he answered, tracing her cheekbone with his finger. "Now can we get back to what we were doing?"

"Absolutely," she answered brightly, kissing her husband again.

The End.