Calleigh didn't start feeling the pain of the beating until she heard the slam of the door and the sound of John shouting something incoherent. She watch in silence as Tim and John shouted angerly at each other. Her head hurt too much to make out what they were saying to each other, but from her curled up position agains the wall, she saw Tim pull his gun on John and order him out. To her astonishment John put up little fight. He obviously was starting to feel guilty about what he had
done.
'No matter how guilty his is now, next time he gets anger he's just going to use my body as a punching bag again,' she thought remorsefully. 'But there isn't going to be a next time. I won't let there be a next time.' This was the last thought Calleigh had before she blacked out.
Tim watched angerly as John stormed out of the apartment. He was ready to kill John for what he had done to Calleigh. 'Calleigh,' he thought suddenly, and turned to see her fading out of consciousness, slumped agaist the wall. He ran to her. Kneeling cautiously next to her; he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt her blood pulsing steadily through the pale skin under her jaw.
Emotions were coursing through Tim's body and mind; hatred for John; love for Calleigh; fear for Calleigh's life; shame for not knowing about the abuse.Looking at Calleigh's pale, bruised body hurt Tim deep down in his soul. Somehow seeing the woman that he had secretly loved for years looking lifeless and mistreated scarred his psyche more than the most brutal crime scene.
Tim pulled himself out of this train of thought.The CSI in him was kicking in. He knew that Calleigh needed medical attention and her apartment needed to be processed for evidence.
Still crouched next to Calleigh, Tim pulled out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. He identified himself as CSI Speedle and requested an ambulance sent to Calleigh's residence, and for police and CSI's to be sent in as well. When he got off the phone with emergency services he called Horatio Caine.