Disclaimer - I don't own any of the CSI characters, including Tim Speedle, sigh, but hey, a girl can dream, can't she? I do however, own Leanna and Nicholas. They are part of my master plan to create a life for Timmy outside the office.

Pairings - Tim and his lovely wife Leanna, Horatio & Calleigh, Eric & Valera

Rating – PG for now

Summary – Two prominent physicians are murdered in their Coconut Grove home. All clues point back to the couple's daughter, who is hiding more than one devastating secret.

For Melanie-Anne, who asked me to continue this. Thank you so much for the kind words and encouragement you always give!

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Tim woke the next morning to a ferocious thunderstorm tearing through Dade County. He showered quickly and dressed, letting Leanna sleep, knowing that she wouldn't be going to work since Nicholas couldn't go to daycare with a raging ear infection. He kissed her gently and left a note beside the bed, telling her he'd call in a little while to check in.

"Hey, Cal," he said, stepping into the break room for his required cup of morning coffee. He found her sitting at the break room table, absent- mindedly stirring her coffee. She still looked miserable and Tim knew why - that baby had really gotten to her. Leanna's pregnancy had come as a complete shock – they hadn't been trying to conceive, but Horatio and Calleigh had been seriously trying for seven months with no luck.

"Hey, Tim," she said, offering Tim a smile he knew was fake. "Alexx says my beautiful godson was quite a handful last night."

Tim laughed and poured coffee into his favorite mug. "I'd say that description is pretty accurate. Lea was afraid Child Services was going to come knocking with all the screaming."

"Poor Lea," Calleigh grinned. "I hope you showed her a lot of TLC," she drawled.

Tim rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You damned women always stick together, don't you?"

"You know it," she answered, gesturing to the door. "Go see Horatio, he's got some info on Michelle."

Tim nodded and headed out of the break room, bound for Horatio's office, but Eric caught him right outside the DNA lab. "Man, you gotta look at this," the younger man said, shaking his head as he led Tim inside. He handed Tim three DNA printouts and asked, "Anything look a little odd to you?"

Tim studied the printouts carefully. "How did you get Michelle's DNA?" he asked curiously.

"Hairbrush in her bathroom," Eric answered proudly.

"Hey, Delko," Tim asked curiously, "shouldn't Mikayla's DNA only have half the alleles in common with her mother?"

Eric nodded. "It should."

"So," Tim frowned, "what exactly is this telling me?"

"It's telling you that Michael Johansson is Mikayla's father."

Tim stared at his best friend in shock. "You've got to be kidding me," he nearly pleaded.

"I wish," Eric answered. "I had Valera look up some other DNA of children born through incest, and Mikayla's DNA is a textbook case."

Tim shook his head. "That is thoroughly disgusting."

Eric nodded in agreement, his eyes dark with rage. "You're telling me. I'm almost glad that sick bastard is dead."

"Yeah, well, let's not broadcast our opinions, okay?" Tim reminded him, handing the printouts back. "Horatio know about this yet?"

"No, I just got finished running it," Eric answered.

"Well," Tim sighed, "let's go pass on your revelation."

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Calleigh fought back the wave of nausea that threatened to overtake her as she listened to Eric's report. "Oh my God," she said weakly. Horatio only shook his head in disgust.

"Yeah, the good doc was a real winner," Eric said sarcastically, earning a hardened glare from Tim. Eric shrank back against the doorframe, shrugging at Tim's stare.

"H, Calleigh said you had some info on Michelle," Tim said.

Horatio turned back to his desk and picked up a file. "Police in Cabo San Lucas were able to trace Michelle to a hotel on the beach. The desk clerk confirmed that she did check in, but no one has seen her since."

"Well, that's not good news," Tim sighed over the ringing of Horatio's cell phone.

"Caine," he answered.

"Lieutenant?" Alice Martin's voice was trembling and he could hear a child, who he assumed was Mikayla, screaming in the background. "I've done everything I can, but this child won't stop crying and she didn't sleep all night," she explained. "I'm at the end of my rope, and well, she was happy yesterday, with your wife, and I was wondering..."

Horatio cut her off brusquely. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Lieutenant! I know it's against the rules, but you can't just let this baby scream," Alice begged.

Horatio sighed heavily and motioned for Calleigh. She stepped up next to her husband with a puzzled expression on her face. "Alice, that will be something my wife has to decide." He handed the phone to Calleigh. "It's about Mikayla."

Calleigh accepted the phone and stepped into the hall to finish the call. Horatio returned his attention to his CSIs. "Seems your kid isn't the only one screaming his head off," he said to Tim.

"You think that's a good idea?" Tim gestured toward the door.

"No, actually, I don't," Horatio answered quickly.

Tim changed the subject. "So, what's being done about Michelle?"

Horatio shrugged, still distracted by the phone call as he watched Calleigh in the hallway. "I'm not sure anything can be done. The police have staked out Michelle's hotel room, and they'll keep looking, but if she doesn't want to be found..."

"What about her credit card records?" Eric asked.

"She reserved the hotel room with her credit card, but paid cash on arrival. According to the Johansson's financial records, Michelle cleaned out her trust fund. Plus, we found all of Michelle's credit cards in her purse, in the house," Horatio explained.

"She's on the run," Tim surmised.

"Looks that way," Horatio agreed.

"Leanna brought up a good point last night, Horatio," Tim began, "We were talking about the case, how Mikayla wasn't touched. Leanna suggested that the killer might have had a heart after all."

Eric continued the thought. "Maybe the killer was someone who knew the baby and just couldn't kill her."

"Maybe," Horatio nodded, "Maybe the killer was her mother. Interview the Johannson's staff, maybe someone knows something."

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"Michelle was at the house that day," the Johansson's maid, Evelyn Robins, told Tim during their interview. The woman refused to really look at Tim, choosing to concentrate on defiantly scrubbing her kitchen down with bleach, as if her actions could bring the Johanssons back.

"She was THERE?" Tim asked again, hoping he'd heard her wrong.

"Yes, she was there. I caught her in Mikayla's nursery about three o'clock. She begged me not to tell her parents. They thought she was on vacation in Mexico."

"And you didn't tell them?"

Evelyn shook her head. "I didn't see them before I left. I'd planned on telling them today, but of course..." She stared out the window and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Tim nodded. "So, who was taking care of Mikayla?"

"Her nanny," the woman answered.

"And the nanny didn't see Michelle?"

"No," she said, "Julie thought that Mikayla might be coming down with an ear infection and ran up to the hospital to get a prescription from Dr. Johansson. Lord, how that baby cried before Julie got her to sleep."

"Yeah, my kid's got an ear infection, too," he offered. "What time did Julie return?"

"About five o'clock. Said she had a terrible time trying to track the doctor down."

"Mrs. Robins, did Dr. Johansson or Dr. Bartley have any enemies that you knew of?"

Evelyn shook her head defiantly. "No. Everyone loved them. They were the perfect couple, the perfect parents, fine, upstanding members of the community."

Tim fought the urge to roll his eyes and scratched a note down on his pad. No one is perfect, he reminded himself. Everyone has skeletons in their closets, including the perfect Johannsons. "Mrs. Robins, did you ever meet Mikayla's father?"

She turned away from Tim and resumed scrubbing the counter. "Yes," she answered finally.

Tim's pencil paused on the paper and he waited for her continue. "Care to elaborate on that?" he asked.

"Not especially, Detective," she answered curtly.

"Well," he glared at her, "I think you better anyway."

Evelyn tossed the scrub brush on the counter and crossed her arms over her chest. "Michelle's a good girl, Detective, she really is...."

"But," Tim encouraged her.

"But, she has a bit of a wild side."

"Wild side?"

She nodded. "Both the girls, Michelle and Lauren, went a little crazy when they graduated from high school. Ran around with the wrong crowd, alcohol, drugs, sex, you name it – they did it."

"What did their parents think?"

Evelyn snickered. "They hated it, especially Dr. Johansson. He prided himself on his perfect, beautiful family."

"What happened?"

"Michelle found out she was pregnant. She said it was a one-night stand with some guy she barely knew, but I had other ideas."

"A boyfriend?"

Evelyn nodded. "His name is Dougan."

"Is that a first name or a last name?" Tim asked curiously, scribbling the name onto the pad.

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "But I do know that she didn't want her parents to know anything about Dougan. I caught them in bed together one morning and Michelle swore me to secrecy."

"This was before or after Michelle found out she was pregnant?"

"After."

Tim frowned over this development. "Dougan seem like a good guy?"

"I don't generally consider that type of fellow to be a good guy, no," she answered mysteriously.

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Tim rapped on the front door of an upscale condominium complex near the Grove. A young man with purple hair and rings in his ears, nose, eyebrows and lip answered. Tim and John Hagen flashed their badges.

"Chris Dougan?" Tim asked.

The man eyed the cops suspiciously. "What's this about?"

"Where were you two nights ago about nine-thirty?" Hagen demanded.

"At a club downtown, setting up for my gig. I have a band." His bloodshot eyes darted between them. "What's this about?" he asked again.

"Dr. Michael Johansson and Dr. Ava Bartley were murdered in their home two nights ago," Tim explained.

Dougan's eyes went wide and the color drained out of his already pale face. "Michelle's parents? Oh my God, was she there? What about Mikayla?" he asked frantically.

"Michelle's is Mexico, Chris," Tim said, fishing for more information. "She left four days ago."

"Mexico?" he shook his head in confusion, "No, that's not right, I just saw her two days ago."

"The day of the murders?" Hagen clarified.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said reluctantly, stepping back from the door to allow the detectives to enter. Chris flopped down on his white leather sofa and ran his hands over his face. "Wow, I just can't believe this. What about Mikayla?"

"She's with Social Services," Tim answered, "She wasn't hurt."

"Oh, thank God," he sighed. "Man, this is so weird." He took a cigarette from the box on the coffee table and lit it – a nervous habit Tim could unfortunately relate to.

"Weird how?" Tim asked.

"Michelle came over the other day, and the way she was talking," he explained, "it was like she was never going to see me again or something. She kept telling me how much I'd meant to her and how much she appreciated me being there for her."

"Being there for her?"

Chris nodded and took a long drag off the cigarette. "Through Lauren's death, Mikayla's birth, that kind of thing."

Tim made mental notes. Although they already knew that Dr. Johansson was Mikayla's father, he reasoned it was entirely possible that Chris didn't. "Chris, are you Mikayla's father?" he asked.

Chris shook his head. "No, why do you ask that?"

Tim shrugged. "The Johansson's maid, Evelyn Robins, thought you might be."

"No, no, I love Michelle and I'd be proud to be Mikayla's father, but I didn't meet her until after she'd gotten pregnant."

"Did Michelle ever tell you who the father was?"

Chris laughed bitterly and blew out a cloud of thick gray smoke. "Funny you should put it that way."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The father was the father," Chris answered glumly. "That bastard had been raping Michelle since she was thirteen."

"And you're sure about that?" Hagen inquired.

Chris exhaled the last drag from the cigarette and tapped it out in the ashtray. "She told me after the first time we had sex. She started crying and I asked her why - took me hours to finally get it out of her."

Tim folded his arms across his chest. "Mrs. Robins said Michelle has a wild side."

"That she does," he agreed with a faint hint of a smile, "I think she was using the drugs and alcohol to kill the pain. But, Michelle didn't sleep around. I was her first."

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Calleigh gently lifted Mikayla from the crib in Alice's home. The baby's cries quieted immediately and she latched on to Calleigh's loose hair and held on for dear life. She wrapped the infant in her arms, cooing and talking in hushed tones as Mikayla began to calm down.

Alice watched the display from the doorway, enchanted by the comforting presence Calleigh had on this child. "When are you and the Lieutenant going to have children?" she asked softly.

Calleigh visibly winced at the question. "Soon, I hope," she answered quietly. "We've been trying for a while, but..."

"These things take time, Calleigh," Alice encouraged, "you know that."

Calleigh smiled weakly and sat down in the rocking chair beside Mikayla's crib. She stroked the infant's flushed cheeks with her fingertips. "Hi there beautiful," she said gently, brushing her fingers through the curls on Mikayla's head. Finally content, her long eyelashes began fluttering and the exhausted infant quickly fell asleep in Calleigh's arms.

She rocked them for about fifteen minutes before Alice said, "You can probably put her down now." Calleigh nodded and stood, gently depositing Mikayla into the crib. When she sensed that Calleigh was no longer holding her, Mikayla's blue eyes flew open and she immediately began wailing.

"Or not," Calleigh said irritably, shooting a glare at Alice. She scooped Mikayla up and returned to the rocking chair. Sleep tugged heavily on her eyelids, but Mikayla seemed hesitant to fall asleep, fearful of Calleigh leaving her again.

Alice returned with a bottle and handed it to Calleigh. Mikayla's eyes rolled back in her head as she sucked on the bottle and she finally gave in to sleep again.

Alice sat down on the floor in front of Calleigh. "I don't know what to do here," she shook her head.

"Alice," Calleigh cut her off. "Do you want me to take her?"

"I don't know, Calleigh," she answered honestly. "I'm fearful that Mikayla will get more attached to you and that will make the inevitable separation unbearable for both of you. But on the other hand, you are the only person that baby seems to trust."

"Can you clear it with Social Services?" Calleigh asked quickly, stroking Mikayla's cheek while she slept.

"I already did," Alice sighed. "I was afraid this was going to happen."

TBC...